He had been vacillating between the white cat, the White Ghost and Liu Ada. What should he call Liu Ada? In the past, Jing Jiu called him Ada when talking to him, and he usually called him the white cat. When someone saw him, they would call him Master White Ghost; but he thought it was better to call him Ada. If anyone has any comments, please leave a comment here.)
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Jing Jiu opened his eyes.
The Sword of the Universe had just come back.
Liu Ada closed his mouth. His eyes looking at Jing Jiu were full of admiration and sentimentality.
He was even faster than his own sword … What kind of sword style was this?
The sword Jing Jiu used was of course the Underworld Fairy Sword.
Liu Ada had ascertained the positions of the formations and De Yuanquan on the way. He calculated the path and nurtured the true sword for a minute before he struck and killed De Yuanquan.
This was the most common method used by the swordsmen in a higher state. However, the biggest difference between him and those swordsmen was that he used his own sword.
Though his current Underworld Fairy Sword was far inferior to the time when Liu Ci used it as a sword, the sword will of his sword was as elusive as that of a fairy or a ghost; it could be said to be exceedingly formidable.
De Yuanquan had a profound Cultivation state, so he didn't show any fear when facing the Elder of Aoyama in the Broken Sea State. But he didn't expect Jing Jiu's sword work to be so peculiar that he was killed so easily.
Liu Ada had seen Jing Jiu use the Underworld Fairy Sword, but he had never seen the Underworld Fairy Sword like this. He stared at Jing Jiu without letting go.
How did he become so powerful?
"The Broken Sea State," replied Jing Jiu.
He was referring to the fact that he had broken through the state on the top of Bihu Peak a few days ago.
Liu Ada shot him a sideways glance, wondering if Jing Jiu thought he was as gullible as a stupid dog. How could there be such a powerful swordsman in the Broken Sea State?
If he could kill someone like De Yuanquan instantly with the Underworld Fairy Sword in the Broken Sea State, he would be able to kill whoever he wanted in Chaotian when he reached the Heavenly Arrival State.
Jing Jiu had told Zhao Layue many years ago that he was the best assassin in Chaotian.
This was the conclusion he came to when he chased after those monsters of the Snowy Kingdom in the Cultivation tournament in the snowland.
Those monsters of the Snowy Kingdom were born with sharp senses, but they still could not sense his arrival in the dark. If it were a human cultivator, how could they avoid his assassination?
But today, when he killed De Yuanquan, he did not play the role of an assassin hiding in the dark, but carried out an assassination in broad daylight.
The reason for this was that he was confident that he could kill the other party.
In the Fiend Prison, he had created this brand new sword work. From that moment on, the traditional Cultivation states of the sword work were not suitable for him, or at least not perfect enough.
Because of the Netherworld Fairy Sword, he, who had reached the Broken Sea State, possessed unimaginable speed and lethality.
Now, he truly had the power to protect himself. Of course, this was only in his mind.
He dared to leave Aoyama with only Liu Ada and use the First Child Sword to lure his Big Brother out. It was because of this confidence.
Jing Jiu didn't explain these reasons and reasons to Ah Da because he was lazy.
He put on his bamboo hat, rose, and walked out of the room.
Liu Ada noticed that Jing Jiu's face was a bit pale and his steps were a bit unstable, so he realized that he had consumed a great deal of energy to wield the sword.
Thinking of this, Ah Da felt a bit regretful, thinking that it would be much more powerful if he could use such a powerful sword continuously. … …
As Jing Jiu came to the courtyard, two monks were preparing dinner. It was unclear what was cooking in the large pot, and some fresh vegetables were placed by the pot, smelling good.
"The Platanus Sect provided the vegetarian food for lunch. My Master and I ate a lot of it. I thought it was a pity to bring it back."
The young monk invited Jing Jiu, saying, "I've just picked the vegetables. They taste good when cooked. Would you like to try some?"
Ah Da glanced at the young monk contemptuously, thinking that Jing Jiu didn't even eat the hotpot, let alone this plain pot with no oil.
In the next moment, Ah Da felt sympathetic for the young monk, thinking that the life of a monk was really hard, and that little girl Sensei didn't want to marry a monk.
"No, thanks," said Jing Jiu. "I'm going to walk by the lake."
Ah Da was a bit surprised, thinking that Jing Jiu had just walked around the lake.
As he walked out of the courtyard, he found that Jing Jiu had already recovered. He couldn't help but curse inwardly, thinking that Jing Jiu had recovered too fast.
Jing Jiu didn't go to the lake. Instead, he found a well behind the residence provided by the Platanus Sect.
Ah Da jumped onto the mouth of the well and looked inside. He found that it wasn't a dry well, and there was a lot of water at the bottom of the well. He couldn't help but hesitate.
He had lived by the Blue Lake for thousands of years, but he still didn't like water.
Jing Jiu grabbed him, stuffed him into his sleeve, and jumped into the well.
There was a splash.
The sound of water gradually quieted down.
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There were many islands scattered in the middle of the Morning Lake.
Among them, there was a small island that was very remote and inconspicuous.
A light sound came from the island, as if something had broken.
Jing Jiu jumped, and the mud on his body fell off like dew rolling down from the lotus leaves.
Ah Da fell out of the sleeve. His head and face were covered with mud, and he looked very miserable.
He didn't complain, nor did he lose his temper. It was because he knew that it was meaningless to complain to Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu put on the conical hat and observed the formation on the island. He found that it was different from what Ah Da had seen earlier. He was certain that it should be a Formation of the Natural Energy of Heaven and Earth. "This formation is a bit strange. How did you find them?" he asked, feeling surprised.
Ah Da thought Jing Jiu was indeed an idiot. He shook his head to shake off the mud and mud, and then lifted his head, showing a proud expression.
A bell was tied to his neck. It was the Clean-Heart Bell given to Jing Jiu by Sensei, which had helped him a great deal in the Fiend Prison.
As Ah Da lifted his head, the bell rose up without the aid of any wind, pointing forward at an angle, as if it was pointing out a location.
Guided by the Clean-Heart Bell, it didn't take long for Jing Jiu to arrive in front of the stone wall.
The so-called stone wall was merely a camouflage; the real prison cell was behind it.
Jing Jiu placed his hand on the stone wall, and started to employ the Inherited Heaven Sword style to dismantle the formation.
A crack appeared on the stone wall, and then it gradually expanded, exposing more and more of the formation.
Jing Jiu sensed the real formation inside and was certain that he couldn't dismantle it. It would take him a long time to do so, and the Grandmaster would be alerted.
Jing Jiu was certain that his Inherited Heaven Sword style was not good enough. It seemed that he had to find a way to improve it no matter how much he disliked it.
Then he remembered that the Snow Girl had learned the Inherited Heaven Sword style merely by glancing at it twice.
Jing Jiu understood how Yuan Qijing and other Cultivation practitioners felt when they looked at him.
It was indeed not a comfortable feeling.
What Jing Jiu could comfort himself with was that the Cultivation depended on one's talent, but it was more than that. It was a relatively fair game.
No matter how talented one was, one had to accumulate experience and comprehend it. A being of the Snow Girl's Cultivation state had a lifespan as long as heaven and earth, so she needed a much longer time to accumulate experience.
As Jing Jiu was thinking of all this, a large hole had gradually appeared in the stone wall, exposing the prison cell inside.
There was no bed in the cell, but some dry reeds were piled up randomly.
A beautiful woman was lying on the reeds, her dress stained with blood. Her legs were broken, and her face was pale; but her beautiful eyes and brows were still gentle, devoid of any resentment.
Sensei knelt beside the woman, dipped her handkerchief in the water on the stone wall, and gently wiped the corners of the woman's dry mouth.
The Heart-cleansing Bell on Ada's neck suddenly rang softly.
Hearing the bell, Sensei turned around and saw Jing Jiu wearing a conical hat and a white cat; she couldn't help but be startled.
Seeing Sensei's expression, the beautiful woman smiled and asked the man in the conical hat outside the cell, "Are you Brother Zhan?"
"No! No! This is a friend of mine. "
Sensei jumped up and waved her hands repeatedly. She walked to the front of the cell and kept winking at Jing Jiu, indicating that he shouldn't speak, let alone take off the conical hat.
Jing Jiu didn't understand what she meant. He said to the beautiful woman, "I'm Jing Jiu."
Sensei couldn't help but cover her forehead and let out a depressed cry.
The beautiful woman's expression changed slightly, and then her eyes suddenly lit up. "It's cloudy today; why is Young Master Jing Jiu still wearing the conical hat?"
She was lying on the pile of dry reeds, her legs broken, and her dress stained with blood. She looked extremely miserable, but her voice was still as gentle and comfortable as ever. It was as if she was lying on a bed of beauty, speaking tenderly to a guest from afar, making people feel as if they were bathing in the spring breeze.
Jing Jiu knew that this severely injured beautiful woman was Headmaster Chen of the Platanus Sect.
He now understood why Sensei had told him not to let her mother see him, so he didn't take off the conical hat and didn't even respond to her.
Seeing that he was being tactful, Sensei was relieved. She also put down her hand and asked him, "What are you doing here? To save me? "
Jing Jiu uttered an "Hmm."
Somewhat moved, Sensei pointed to the dozens of wind-chimes hanging outside the cell and said, "This formation can't be broken."
Those wind-chimes hung down from the cliff and formed a natural barrier. The formation changed according to the airflow of heaven and earth, so it was indeed very difficult to break.
Jing Jiu uttered an "Hmm" again.
Sensei said, "Let's go quickly. If the Grandmaster finds out, I don't know what kind of trouble she'll cause."
Jing Jiu didn't "Hmm" this time, saying, "I promised to help you kill someone."
Sensei looked at him in Silence and suddenly laughed. Her face was very moving, but it was a little sad.
It turned out that she still remembered the mischief they had when they were young, but I'm not young anymore.
"I heard from Big Sister Layue that you were good at killing people, so I wanted to ask you to help me kill some people secretly."
She looked at Jing Jiu and continued with a smile, "Now that we have fallen out, we can't do it secretly anymore. Let's forget about it."
She didn't know that her grandmother would kill her mother that night.
Ada had told Jing Jiu about it, but Jing Jiu didn't want to tell her.
"I'll probably stay in Aoyama in the future, so it'll be hard for me to come out and help you with this. Give me the list."
Jing Jiu said, "I promised you to kill five more people. Don't forget it."
Sensei began to tell him the names after a moment of silence.
She could remember all the names clearly.
It was those people who instigated the relationship between her grandmother and her mother, and it was those people who stood firmly on her grandmother's side and helped her grandmother control the power of the Platanus Sect.
As long as those people were dead, most of the elders and disciples of the Platanus Sect would stand on her and her mother's side.
"De Yuanquan …"
Sensei said in the end, "He is the one I want to kill the most, but he is also the most difficult to kill. If you think it's too difficult, don't do it … No, remove this name."
"He's dead," said Jing Jiu.
Hearing this, Sensei was stunned.
Her grandmother was going to make that b * tch De Yuanquan the next sect master … How could he be dead?
It was hard for a Cultivation practitioner to die of an acute illness, and they wouldn't be killed by a startled wild horse. There was only one answer.
Jing Jiu knew that De Yuanquan must be on her list, so he killed him in advance.
"Very good."
Sensei regained the ruthlessness she had when she killed Jiang Rui in the snowland. She looked at Jing Jiu with appreciation and said, "If it weren't for Zhan, I would definitely marry you."
"I thank him."
Jing Jiu turned around and walked toward the outside of the island.
Sect Master Chen said in a gentle and elegant voice, "Take care, Young Master."
Jing Jiu didn't look back, thinking that Sensei was a bit like her mother, but her cultivation was much worse.
(End of this chapter)
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