Ada sensed a strong sense of uneasiness. If he didn't have a high Cultivation state, he would have exploded into a dandelion.
He looked up at Nan Wang with an innocent expression, indicating that Jing Jiu didn't even know about it.
"It seems that he has been to Shui Yue Nunnery."
Nan Wang murmured to himself while looking at Shenmo Peak on the opposite side.
Ada meowed once, thinking that he wasn't by his side at that time.
Nan Wang raised his thin eyebrows slightly, reprimanding him, "You've been with him for so many years, but you don't know anything? Keep a close eye on him when you get back! "
After saying this, she directly threw it into the sky.
Among the nine peaks of Aoyama, Shiyue Peak was the closest to Xilai Peak, only a stone beam away.
Shenmo Peak was the loneliest; even Qingrong Peak, the nearest peak, was a few miles away.
Only a swordsman in the upper state of the Broken Sea like Nan Wang could throw a cat so far away.
Ada turned into a white shadow, passing through the ocean of clouds and the night sky, and landed on the top of Shenmo Peak after drawing an arc in the air. Boom!!!
With a loud bang, stone chips flew everywhere.
Gu Qing, Yuan Qü and Ping Yongjia, who were in a daze by the edge of the cliff, and Cold Cicada, who was absorbing the energy of heaven and earth, were all startled; they stood up hastily to take a look.
A pit appeared on the cliff's surface.
Ada climbed out of the pit and shook his head to shake off the stone chips. He spat a few times like spitting out a cat's hair, then turned around to look at Qingrong Peak, his eyes full of irritation.
Fortunately, the forbidding formation on Shenmo Peak was not opened; otherwise, he would have lost all his hair and would have been in pain for a few days.
No matter how unsophisticated his name was and how harmless he looked, and it seemed that he had no status on Shenmo Peak, he was nonetheless the Master White Ghost, the principal guard of Aoyama, and the great grandmaster in the minds of the young disciples. Gu Qing and the other two couldn't bear to see him in such a sorry state, so they left hastily and returned to the Daoist Hall.
Jing Jiu came up behind him and asked, "Are you okay?"
Ah Da turned around again and glared at him hatefully. He thought to himself, 'Good my ass, can't you see me like this?'
Jing Jiu was a little surprised. He thought to himself, It's fine if there's bitterness in her eyes, but why is there hatred?
Ada meowed angrily.
"If you want to hurt Bai Rujing, why didn't you tell us in advance? You just pinched it. Doesn't it hurt? Also! In the end, if I hadn't used my aura to shock his mind, would you have been able to defeat him? If you want to beat him, why do you keep hugging me? Just for the sake of pretending? Pooh! "
Jing Jiu thought that since he had just broken through the Sea Realm, it would be safer to hold her in his arms at such a critical moment.
Ah Da was still angry, "You can pretend all you want, but you don't care about my life after pretending? I actually let that drunkard carry me over! "
Jing Jiu said, "She can't beat you."
"Is this a question of whether we can beat him or not? If I really scratched her face, what would Yuan Qijing's attitude be like? What will your attitude be? "
Ada grew even angrier, yelling crazily in his spiritual awareness, "You think I don't know how to deal with men?!"
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Speaking of Yuan Qijing, Yuan Qijing actually arrived.
It was not the Three-Foot Sword that came this time, but Yuan Qijing himself.
Ada shot a resentful glance at him, but he didn't dare do anything. He picked up Cold Cicada, who had been pretending to be dead, and turned toward the manor cave to find Layue.
Yuan Qijing's countenance was nonchalant, but he was in a strange mood, asking, "What's wrong with Ada?"
Jing Jiu found it inappropriate to tell him about Nan Wang, so he asked, "You couldn't even wait for one night?"
Yuan Qijing said expressionlessly, "If I don't tell you, I won't feel at ease."
He was referring to the Will of Liu Ci.
When Bai Rujing forced Yuan Qijing to read the Will, it was evident that he had already guessed the content of the Will, and he didn't want to carry it out.
Jing Jiu walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down. He swung his legs reflexively, and found that the bottom of his feet was farther away from the ocean of clouds than usual.
Yuan Qijing walked to his back and took a look, saying, "Your legs are not as long as his."
"The clouds are too low tonight," said Jing Jiu.
"Do you really want to be the sect master?" asked Yuan Qijing.
"Do you really want me to be the sect master?" asked Jing Jiu.
The starlight shone on Yuan Qijing's face, which was as white as snow.
He was not wounded; he was angry.
I wanted you to be the sect master three hundred years ago, but I didn't want you to be the sect master back then, and Liu Ci became the sect master instead.
"Do you think you are suitable to be the sect master?"
Yuan Qijing snapped coldly, "Liu Ci is really mischievous!"
Jing Jiu was excellent in terms of talent in Cultivation, wisdom, calculating ability, and scheming ability; one could even say that he was perfect. He was the perfect candidate for the sect master of Aoyama.
However, Yuan Qijing knew that Jing Jiu was sick.
He was lazy.
Liu Ci was also aware of this, and that was why he wrote the name of Jing Jiu in the Will.
In Yuan Qijing's eyes, the reason was simple; it was to guard against him.
Neither Fang Jingtian nor Guangyuan Zhenren cared about the opinion of the disciples of Tianguang Peak. If Yuan Qijing really wanted to be the sect master of Aoyama, who could stop him?
Even if Taiping Zhenren came back to his mountain, it would be useless. There was only one person in Chaotian who could make Yuan Qijing concede.
Liu Ci looked mild and low-key, but he was indeed a person of unparalleled wisdom. He had solved all the problems that might arise in the succession of Aoyama with a single method.
Looking at the end of the ocean of clouds, Jing Jiu said, "Do you think I want to do it?"
"If you don't want to, then don't do it. Haven't you been like this for hundreds of years?" said Yuan Qijing.
Still looking at the distance, Jing Jiu said with a complicated expression in his eyes, "You don't know the conversations I've had with him over the last few years."
Yuan Qijing wondered how Liu Ci could actually chat with others.
"He always asked me the same thing: You want to be the sect master? You want to be the sect master? You want to be the sect master? You want to be the sect master? "
After a moment of silence, Jing Jiu said, "I want to be the sect master." … …
The wind blew over Aoyama.
He came as he wished.
It was quiet on the peak top for a long time.
Yuan Qijing said expressionlessly, "It's useless to provoke you. You're doing this for the Inherited Heaven Sword."
Though it was a sheath, the people of Aoyama were used to calling it the Inherited Heaven Sword.
Jing Jiu thought that no matter what Yuan Qijing said, he wouldn't take out the sheath even if he didn't want to be the sect master.
Yuan Qijing leapt up in the air, ready to leave. "Since you're going to do it, do it well," he said.
Jing Jiu waved his hand, signaling for him to leave as soon as possible.
Yuan Qijing was not in a hurry to leave. "When will the ceremony be held?" he asked.
The succession of the sect master of Aoyama had to be held in a grand manner, and it would be the grandest ceremony in the Cultivation circle.
"I'm not a disciple of Shiyue Peak," said Jing Jiu.
The monkeys at the foot of the cliff echoed gingerly.
"I'm not asking you to put on a show."
Yuan Qijing suppressed his anger and said, "The Cloud-Dream Mountain is closed today. You know what it means. Aoyama can't keep a low profile at the moment."
After some thought, Jing Jiu said, "You arrange it then."
Yuan Qijing said, "If I arrange everything, what's the point of having you as the sect master?"
Jing Jiu still didn't respond. He didn't want the Inherited Heaven Sword to be taken away.
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The three disciples of Shenmo Peak had already woken up in the early morning before the sun rose in the sky.
Standing by the cliff's edge and looking at the ocean of clouds, they felt a sense of grandeur, but they also felt a bit nervous.
The sun gradually rose above the peaks, and the ripples formed in the ocean of clouds. The peak top was getting brighter, but nobody came.
Shenmo Peak was as quiet as it had been in the past decades or hundreds of years; it was even a bit lonely.
Yuan Qu and Ping Yong-Ka eyed each other and smiled embarrassedly, thinking that they had thought too much. The Cultivation practitioners were supposed to be quiet and inactive, and the Sect Master wasn't the emperor; it was impossible for them to attend the court meeting.
Gu Qing found it odd, but he didn't think too much about it. He shook his head and took out the iron kettle to boil the tea.
Being the personal disciple of the Sect Master didn't seem to be any different than before. He felt relaxed, but also a bit disappointed. It was then that the monkeys at the foot of the cliff suddenly screamed. Gu Qing cocked his head and listened for a while, then said, "Someone at the foot of the mountain wants to see the Sect Master."
Yuan Qu looked down at the foot of the mountain. His sight was blocked by the ocean of clouds, and he couldn't hear the sound down there. But for some reason, he felt that there was a stream of hot air down there, and he seemed to hear the buzzing of the bees.
The three of them came to the foot of the mountain and found that many elders of the peaks had come.
Ping Yong-Ka was a bit worried, asking, "Are they trying to intimidate our Master?"
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The Sect Master of Aoyama was not the emperor, so there were no national affairs to deal with, and there were not too many intrigues in the imperial court. The elders of the peaks had come because they really had something for the new Sect Master to deal with.
After the Immortal Liu Ci left Aoyama, the affairs of the sect were all handled by Yuan Qijing, but there were always some affairs that needed to be decided by the Sect Master. Even though the affairs of the Cultivation sects were few, they had accumulated quite a lot over the past three years.
Gu Qing went forward and bowed to the Uncle Masters of the peaks, asking them what was going on.
He was now the principal disciple of the Sect Master and the Master of the Crown Prince, so the elders of the peaks naturally wouldn't treat him as an ordinary disciple. They didn't dare to slight him, so they bowed back and told him the purpose of their visit, asking him to report to the Lord Sect Master.
There was no similar experience in the Shenmo Peak, and Gu Qing thought that his Master wouldn't be willing to deal with these affairs, so he might … Gu Qing suddenly felt a great pressure.
Yuan Qu said, "Let's talk about it at the peak, Master."
Ping Yong-Ka reminded him in a low voice, "My Master doesn't like too much noise."
Gu Qing thought what Ping Yong-Ka said made sense, so he invited the elders of the peaks to the small wooden hut in the mountain.
This small wooden hut was built by him and the monkeys thirty years ago. He used to live here for a few years, and so did Xiao He. Now it was used to receive guests from the peak, so it felt a bit like the gatehouse of the Shenmo Peak.
The elders of the peaks were annoyed to find that they had been arranged to stay in such a place, wondering if they would have to walk up the mountain road to wait here to report in the future. There weren't even enough chairs in this small wooden hut; how could they sit?
Gu Qing could tell that the Uncle Masters weren't in a good mood, so he asked the monkeys to bring some tree stumps over and asked Yuan Qu and Ping Yong-Ka to keep them company. Then he went to the peak.
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Gu Qing was a cautious and meticulous person. He remembered all the things the elders had reported to him and told Jing Jiu word for word.
Zhao Layue glanced at Jing Jiu, thinking that these things would make him feel upset.
Jing Jiu didn't feel so bad.
He had anticipated that this would happen when he became the sect master. He said to Gu Qing, "Don't report this kind of thing to me in the future. You deal with it yourself."
Though Gu Qing had already guessed this possibility, he still couldn't accept it when it actually happened.
That was why his Master brought him back from Zhaoge City. Compared to assuming the power of the sect master of Aoyama, teaching Jing Xin how to be an emperor was indeed not a big deal.
However, this was something that could only be decided by the sect master. Wasn't it irresponsible of him to hand it over to him so casually?
Jing Jiu felt a great deal of pressure. "I'm not a eunuch with the surname of He," he said resentfully.
Jing Jiu said, "I'm not the emperor of Zhao State either."
(End of this chapter)
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