Jing Jiu shot a glance at Yuan Qijing, meaning to ask him to hurry up.
Yuan Qijing sighed, and said, "That's it then."
The disciples of Aoyama were confused, wondering what he meant by "that's it then". Shouldn't they announce the result before the song ends?
Even if the Master Round Turtle supports the Young Senior Master, he and the Master Night Howler still support him.
It was then that Yuan Qijing came to the front of the small hut and bowed to Jing Jiu in the chair.
"Yuan Qijing of Shanghai Peak greets the Sect Master."
This was his attitude.
As for the Dead Dog's attitude, there was no need to ask about it.
Though he could use this method to buy some time, it was unnecessary to do so …
With the support of two Principal Guards of Aoyama and the Sword Justice, he should be qualified to sit on the position of the sect master.
Thinking of this, Guangyuan Zhenren came to the front of the hut and glanced at Jing Jiu meaningfully, then bowed to him solemnly, "Lu Guangyuan of Shiyue Peak greets the Sect Master."
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"Chen Youtian of Bihu Peak greets the Sect Master."
"Fu Wang of Yunxing Peak greets the Sect Master."
A few peak masters came to the front of the hut one after another and greeted Jing Jiu.
Sitting in the chair, Jing Jiu nodded his head while stroking the cat.
Zhao Layue stood still on the same spot.
Nan Wang didn't move either.
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Next came the elders of the peaks.
"Cheng Bizhen of Xilai Peak greets the Sect Master."
"Chi Yan of Shanghai Peak greets the Sect Master."
"Mei Li of Qingrong Peak greets the Sect Master."
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"Greetings, Sect Master!"
Hundreds of disciples of Aoyama bowed to the small hut in unison.
Hundreds of flying swords in the night sky lowered their tips at the same time, as if they were bowing to the Sect Master.
The sword wills rose sharply and shot up to the sky.
The clouds in the night sky dispersed, and the starlight grew brighter.
The top of Tianguang Peak was filled with a solemn atmosphere.
The Sword Peak in the distance reacted. Accompanied by countless low buzzing sounds, at least thousands of flying swords soared into the sky and aimed in the direction of Tianguang Peak as a congratulatory gesture.
Under the illumination of the starlight, those dark and shallow flying swords emitted a silver or black luster. Perhaps it could not be said to be beautiful, but it had a soul-stirring grandeur.
Upon seeing this, all the disciples of Aoyama were shocked speechless.
Was this the legendary Ten Thousand Sword Salute?
To be able to cause such a phenomenon, could it be that Jing Jiu was born to be the leader of Aoyama? Even those who were most unwilling to accept Jing Jiu as the Sect Leader couldn't help but have this thought after seeing this scene. The doubts and dissatisfaction in their hearts gradually weakened.
At this solemn and dignified moment, a very discordant voice rang out.
"I'm still against you becoming the sect master."
Jian Ruyun stared at Jing Jiu, his eyes full of despair, "Unless you kill me."
Jing Jiu didn't pay any attention to him.
This disregard enraged Jian Ruyun even more. With a whistling sound, he called out his flying sword.
The expression in Zhao Layue's eyes grew cold, and she was ready to wield the Thoughtless Sword at any moment.
Jian Ruyun didn't intend to kill Jing Jiu, because he knew he was no match for Jing Jiu. What he wanted to do was to commit suicide, to wash away the ugliness and sins of this world with his own blood.
The flying sword pierced toward the center of his eyebrows along with a bright rainbow.
He had entered the initial state of the Free Travel a long time ago, and his sword work was extraordinary. Few people could stop him from committing suicide at such a close distance.
Jing Jiu still didn't take a look at him.
There was a soft buzzing sound.
The sword light halted in the air and then dropped to the ground, splashing some broken ice.
"Why don't you let me die?!"
Jian Ruyun yelled angrily and desperately while looking at Yuan Qijing, "I'd rather die than watch this evil scoundrel become the Sect Master of Aoyama!"
"I don't care whether you die or not."
Yuan Qijing said expressionlessly, "As a junior, you instigated the peaks to disobey the Will. You should be punished in the Sword Jail. If you want to die, come out first."
Jian Ruyun was truly desperate this time.
The caretaker disciples of Shanghai Peak came and took him away from Tianguang Peak.
Yuan Qijing looked at Jing Jiu.
He was waiting for Jing Jiu to speak.
Now that he was the Sect Master, he had to say something.
At least he had to review the past and look forward to the future.
Jing Jiu said, "Everything will be the same as before."
The disciples of Aoyama listened attentively.
"That's all," said Jing Jiu.
Upon hearing this, the disciples of Aoyama looked at each other in bewilderment, doubting their own ears.
Was that all?
Jing Jiu was telling the truth.
He had never been the Sect Master.
Liu Ci had done a good job.
Let's do it the same as before.
It would save us trouble.
Besides, Cultivation practitioners should practice Cultivation. They had wasted a whole day's time, so there was no point in standing here. They should disperse as soon as possible.
Yuan Qijing knew that he was such a person, so he said expressionlessly, "We'll discuss the details later. Dismissed."
Having said that, he leapt up on his sword and flew toward Shanghai Peak.
The disciples of Shanghai Peak bowed to Jing Jiu hastily and followed him.
The other peaks did the same, riding their swords and leaving.
But the flying swords in the night sky were very slow. Many people couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the top of Tianguang Peak.
The starlight shone on the small hut.
Jing Jiu sat in the chair, stroking the white cat.
The white robe and the composure added a deeper meaning to the scene, which would remain in everyone's memory for many years to come.
Yushan also left with the Senior Brothers of Shanghai Peak. Thinking of the scene where Jing Jiu walked toward the small hut and sat on the chair with his white robe fluttering in the wind, she couldn't help but put her hands in front of her, and her eyes were filled with the light of the night stars.
They were classmates in the Hall of Sword Washing. Later, she called Jing Jiu Senior Brother, then Senior Uncle, and now she called him Sect Master?
On another flying sword not far away, a disciple of Shanghai Peak surnamed Lü had a similar feeling.
Thirty years ago, he went to that small village and saw the person with natural Dao quality, as well as the young man in white who was lying on the bamboo chair.
Tonight, the young man seemed to be wearing the same white robe, but the chair was different.
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Hundreds of flying swords were leaving Tianguang Peak and flying to different places at a very slow speed, full of reluctance. Those sword lights seemed to have stopped in the night sky and mixed with the stars in the sky, as if the sea of stars had fallen into the human world.
The peak top became much quieter. The people of Shenmo Peak didn't leave, nor did the Elders and disciples of Tianguang Peak.
Jing Jiu took over the position of the Sect Master of Aoyama and naturally became the Peak Master of Tianguang Peak. Of course, he had to make corresponding arrangements.
Guo Nanshan walked to the front of the hut and began to report the relevant affairs. In addition to the affairs of Tianguang Peak, he was also in charge of the disciples of Liangwang Peak. It seemed that he would talk for a long time.
Looking at those quiet Junior Brothers and disciples and listening to Guo Nanshan's voice, Bai Rujing's mood became worse and worse.
Previously, he could object to Jing Jiu being the Sect Master because Jing Jiu wasn't the Sect Master yet.
Now that Jing Jiu was confirmed to be the Sect Master, he wouldn't make things difficult for him again.
If he dared to do anything at this moment, it would be considered a rebellion. If he won, he would become the Sect Master. If he lost, he would be a treacherous traitor and be imprisoned in the Sword Jail, never to come out, just like Senior Uncle Tai Lu, who didn't even have the qualification to wait for death in the hermit peaks.
Bai Rujing's biggest ambition was the real power of Tianguang Peak, so he didn't dare to covet the position of the Sect Master.
However, he felt that he at least had the qualification to not wait to be humiliated here.
"What else do you want, Sect Master?"
He didn't wait for Guo Nanshan to say a few words. He stood up and said to Jing Jiu, "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."
When he spoke, he didn't look respectful, but he didn't look sloppy, either. He looked very calm.
But for some reason, when the people on the peak peak heard the word "Sect Master", they felt that it was full of sarcasm and mockery.
Jing Jiu didn't get angry.
Only a person with a guilty conscience would think that everyone was a ghost.
A person who felt that he didn't deserve the title "Sect Master" would think that it was a mockery.
Bai Rujing was slightly taken aback when he saw that Jing Jiu didn't respond. He bowed, turned around, and walked down the peak.
Although he didn't forget the courtesy he showed to Jing Jiu, he was a little too fast.
Moreover, Guo Nanshan was still in the middle of reporting, but he left on his own. What did this mean?
Gu Qing and Yuan Qu felt a little annoyed looking at the back of this Senior Uncle.
Bai Rujing came to a place in front of the cliff and was about to ride his sword down the peak. He couldn't help but snort because of the frustration in his heart.
It was very quiet on the peak peak. Everyone heard this cold snort.
Then, everyone heard another voice.
"Hmm?"
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The Immortal Liu Ci didn't like to talk long. Every time a disciple reported something, he would only respond with a "hmm".
Disciples like Zhuo Rusui also inherited his master's habit.
Therefore, the elders and disciples of Tianguang Peak were best at distinguishing the meaning of a "hmm" by listening.
They could easily hear the dissatisfaction and accusation in this seemingly questioning "hmm".
The top of Tianguang Peak became even quieter, like a dead silence. The starlight falling from the night sky became colder.
Bai Rujing stopped and turned around to ask after a moment of silence, "Sect Master, do you have any other orders?"
Jing Jiu lowered his head and stroked the cat, asking, "Why are you snorting?"
Bai Rujing stared into his eyes and said word by word, "Can't we even snort in Aoyama from now on?"
Lying on Jing Jiu's knees, Ada looked at the sad and indignant expression on Jing Jiu's face and thought disdainfully, "Who dares to snort at me except for Yuan Qijing?"
Gu Qing took a step forward and looked at Bai Rujing, asking, "Uncle Master, do you have any dissatisfaction with my master being the Sect Master?"
Bai Rujing was extremely angry to be questioned by a disciple of the younger generation. He couldn't stand it anymore and said in a stern voice, "I'd like to know if the Sect Master wants to punish me just because I snorted. The Sect Master has just inherited the position today. How impressive he is! "
Hearing this, Jing Jiu slightly tightened his hands, not knowing whether it was because of anger or something else.
The problem was … his hands had been stroking the cat.
Ah Da felt a tightness on his back and subconsciously howled.
The powerful consciousness appeared on the peak again, and the wind was howling.
Bai Rujing sensed extreme danger and called out his flying sword subconsciously to block in front of him.
At this moment, Gu Qing's voice rang out just in time.
"How dare you! How dare you draw your sword against the Sect Master! What are you up to? "
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The peak became quiet again.
After howling, Ada glanced at Jing Jiu with hidden bitterness, and didn't do anything else.
Everyone was looking at the flying sword in the night sky.
Bai Rujing's face was very dark, and he cursed inwardly.
It was obvious that this was a trap set up by his opponent to provoke him to attack.
The problem was that anyone would do what he did when facing the extreme sense of danger.
Despite his anger, he knew he had to take back his sword immediately, or he would be slandered by Gu Qing.
With a thought, the flying sword flew back … but it didn't come back!
Along with a crisp sound of collision.
A bright spark appeared in the night sky.
A flying sword with a desolate aura appeared in the night sky and blocked his sword.
All the disciples of Aoyama knew this sword.
The Sword of the Universe!
Bai Rujing looked at Jing Jiu in the chair with a livid face, wondering what he meant by this.
Did he not only want to humiliate and frame me, but also want to fight with him?
Just you alone?
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The people who were slowly leaving Tianguang Peak saw the spark in the night sky and knew it was the mark left by the collision of two swords.
Everybody stopped what they were doing and looked at the top of Tianguang Peak. They couldn't help but feel startled when they saw the confrontation between Bai Rujing and Jing Jiu.
What was the Sect Leader doing?
Even the swordsmen like the Immortal Guangyuan and Fu Wang, who had a profound Cultivation state, were startled, but they had a different question in mind. What they didn't understand was … how did Jing Jiu do it?
Bai Rujing was not attacking with his sword, but withdrawing it, which was blocked by the Sword of the Universe.
The distance between Jing Jiu and Bai Rujing was more than ten times longer than the distance between the sword and Bai Rujing. Moreover, there was no fixed way to withdraw the sword; it depended on the invisible connection between the Sword Pill and the flying sword. It was much more difficult to block the opponent's withdrawing sword than to block the opponent's flying sword!
Even if Jing Jiu was a rare genius in swordsmanship and had calculated all the sword paths of Bai Rujing, how could he see the connection and surpass the distance?
Could it be that his sword was already so fast? Or was it just a coincidence?
What happened next proved that it was not a coincidence.
Bai Rujing forcibly suppressed his anger and the impulse to teach Jing Jiu a lesson, and tried to withdraw the sword again.
Another spark appeared in the night sky.
Looking at this scene, Zhuo Rusui's eyes were full of puzzlement.
Years ago on Cloud-Dream Mountain, he and Jing Jiu had a sword fight, and thousands of sparks had appeared in the night sky.
Tonight was obviously different from that day. Jing Jiu's Cultivation state had obviously improved many times. But how many years had it been?
Bai Rujing's face looked even more terrible after failing to withdraw the sword twice.
In the eyes of some ordinary disciples of Aoyama, it seemed that he was attacking Jing Jiu but was blocked by Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu stood up with the cat in his arms.
Bai Rujing understood his meaning, his eyes turning cold and his eyebrows raised slowly.
All the people on the peak top and on the flying swords in the night sky were very nervous.
Until now, no one believed that Jing Jiu could defeat Bai Rujing, even though Bai Rujing had failed to withdraw the sword twice.
One was a senior Elder of Tianguang Peak in the state of Broken Sea, and the other was a young genius in the middle state of Free Travel. Both sounded powerful, but the gap between their Cultivation states was so obvious …
A gust of cool breeze blew over Tianguang Peak.
Jing Jiu's figure disappeared from the hut.
Bai Rujing uttered a clear cry, and then he used his fingers as a sword and hacked them forward.
He didn't draw his sword, because the Sword of the Universe was there, and also because he knew clearly what a crime it would be to attack the Sect Master.
Jing Jiu's figure appeared in front of him.
Several wisps of sword wills had appeared in front of Bai Rujing, forming an indestructible barrier. This was the essence of the Inherited Heaven Sword Style.
Jing Jiu's hand fell in the air in front of him.
Crack, crack, crack, crack! Countless dense sounds, like the sound of swords breaking.
The barrier formed by the sword wills of the Inherited Heaven Sword Style was broken instantly.
Two cracks appeared in front of Bai Rujing. He was sent flying backward like a stone being hit by a heavy blow, and crashed heavily on the cliff.
There was a loud bang.
Gravel and broken pine were everywhere in front of the cliff.
Bai Rujing leaned against the cliff, his body covered with blood. His face was pale, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
It was quiet on the peak top.
Jing Jiu walked back with the cat in his arms and sat in a chair, motioning for Guo Nanshan to continue.
(End of this chapter)
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