(Yesterday, Guangyuan Zhenren mentioned the meeting in the Guocheng Temple, and Jing Jiu thought he was familiar with it, so he went there. I deleted those two sentences when I edited the chapter. In this chapter, I asked Jing Jiu to go to the Guocheng Temple because of Yin San's lotus, but I forgot to edit it in the draft box, so I deleted it today. It's just a minor detail, but it's important. I'd like to report it to you.)
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Having finished writing the letter, Liu Shisui threw it out of the window without folding it or putting it in an envelope.
The letter rose up with the wind, as if it had two wings, and flew toward the southwest at a high speed. The amulet of Yimaozhai was attached to the letter. If someone intercepted the letter on the way, the letter would be destroyed as soon as possible, and the amulet in the letter would attack the other party. Only the owner of the amulet could read the letter.
It was easy for Liu Shisui to find the aura of Jing Jiu, like the jasmine flower and the Lone Sword.
A few days later, the letter arrived outside the Aoyama, but it couldn't pass through the Great Formation of Aoyama.
Yuan Qijing walked to the outside of the manor cave and looked at the sky expressionlessly. He saw the letter.
He should be able to see the content of the letter easily given his eyesight, but he could only see a few blurry ink balls, either because of the magic power of the Guard-City Pen or the amulet. It was for this reason that he knew this was a letter from Yimaozhai, which opened a passage for the Great Formation of Aoyama.
The letter passed through the passage and drifted toward the Shenmo Peak.
Yuan Qijing's line of sight fell on the Shenmo Peak along with the letter. Recalling the conversation between Jing Jiu and Bu Qiuxiao in Zhaoge City, he suddenly realized that it wasn't a bad idea for Jing Jiu to be the sect master. Nobody knew the actual content of the conversation until now. All they knew was that Yimaozhai didn't support Prince Jing Xin anymore after that day.
Seeing the letter drifting to the bamboo chair, Jing Jiu took it down and threw it back into the air after reading it.
The letter ignited without any fire and instantly turned into ashes, scattering into the deep grass at the bottom of the cliff.
Zhao Layue turned her head and asked, "What did Shisui say in the letter?"
Jing Jiu picked up the wooden comb and continued, "That man went to Yimaozhai to get some lotus flowers."
Zhao Layue asked, "Is there a problem?"
Jing Jiu said, "I'm not sure, but I have a bad feeling."
Zhao Layue took the comb and said, "Then hold on tight."
Jing Jiu got up and went to the cave residence to write a list. He handed it to Gu Qing and the other two who were called out by Zhao Layue and said, "Prepare all these things in one day."
Ping Yong-Ka had no idea what those things were, so he answered honestly. Gu Qing could only recognize two of them as rare magic materials, so he thought the rest of the dozens of items should be treasures of the same level. "I'm afraid they can't be found on the nine peaks," he said.
Yuan Qu came from a learned family, so he knew more treasures than Jing Jiu. He shook his head and said, "To say nothing of the nine peaks, some of them are hard to find even in the whole of Chaotian."
After the three of them had memorized the names, Jing Jiu crushed the paper into powder and burned it with the sword fire. "These things are in Tianguang Peak, Shangde Peak, and Shiyue Peak," he continued. "You guys go and get them separately."
Those magic materials were indeed rare, and it took him decades to collect them. If he were to start collecting them again, he might not be able to find all of them in a few hundred years.
However, he collected four sets of magic materials at the time, and used one set when he ascended. There were still three sets left in Aoyama.
In addition to the rare materials written on the paper, more common auxiliary materials were needed, such as crystals and rehmannia powder.
Shenmo Peak began to receive the materials. It was rare for the monkeys to have a specific task, so they carried the materials up and down the peak while yelling loudly. It was quite a bustling scene. Yuan Qijing learned of the activity on the other side, so he could easily find out the types and quantities of those auxiliary materials. He was baffled, wondering why Jing Jiu had started setting up the formation now. Wasn't it too early for him to ascend?
Dozens of rare magic materials and the rest of the materials were brought into the manor cave on the top of Shenmo Peak. The stone door was tightly shut, and no sound could be heard coming out from inside.
Nobody knew what Jing Jiu was doing inside. Time passed slowly, and soon it was summer.
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The floating ice was everywhere on the vast ocean, and a godly boat was traveling forward while breaking through the ice waves.
Crouching on the top of the sail, the Dark Phoenix looked at the incoming waves and the endless ice chunks in the distance, his expression exceedingly solemn.
He didn't look any different than before; but if one looked closely, they would find that one of his tail feathers was missing, and the color of the feathers on his body was much lighter.
The godly boat traveled northward. The weather grew colder and colder, and the ice and frost on the Dark Phoenix grew thicker and thicker; but he had no intention of coming down. He was still standing in the knife-like cold wind.
He was wounded twice by Nan Qü in the battle of the West Ocean, and he had lost his cultivation of one thousand years. He was at his weakest moment; but he grew even more arrogant because of this.
The Cultivation of any living being was to fight against heaven. Pain was the price they had to pay, but it was also the best source of spiritual energy.
Along with a few thudding sounds, the speed of the godly boat dropped abruptly. It seemed that the boat had bumped into an iceberg at the bottom of the ocean.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect walked out from the cabin and checked the crystal stove that provided the energy for the godly boat. After making sure there was nothing wrong with it, he came to the bow of the boat and looked at the endless floating ice ahead. After a moment of silence, he said, "I don't think anybody can chase us all the way here."
The Dark Phoenix looked down at the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect, his eyes full of disdain, as he thought that he was truly a deviant and cowardly cultivator.
They went to the Penglai Island a year ago and robbed this special godly boat from the King of the Godly Boat at a cost of half the price. They sailed to the West Ocean and headed northward.
The orthodox Cultivation sects in Chaotian had been searching for them everywhere; but they didn't expect them to come to the North Ocean where the Chaotic Wind was rampant and the cold was bone-piercing.
The cold wind whistled and tousled the sparse hair of the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect into hundreds of straight strands.
The scenery of the icy ocean was too monotonous, and he didn't wish to lose all his hair so early. As such, he turned around and entered the cabin.
This godly boat was very large, and there were many rooms inside.
A few formations were set up in the room in the deepest part of the boat, and a few instruments of different sizes were placed in the room according to the positions of the stars.
Those instruments exuded all sorts of peculiar fragrances and spiritual wills.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect knew that the smallest porcelain goblet contained the bone marrow of the Old Dragon, the wooden lacquer round case contained the scales of the Fire Carp, and the armor case contained the cartilage of the Flying Whale.
The most important phoenix feather was hidden in the longest bamboo stick of the Southern Concubine Bamboo.
Sitting in the middle of these precious treasures, Yin San tapped the bone flute in his hand softly. He looked at the lotus flower in front of him in Silence; it was unclear what he was thinking at the moment.
The lotus flower was marvelous. It was neither in the vat nor in the water, as if it had come out of nowhere.
It was until now that the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect still didn't know why the Immortal took the risk to go to the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor to retrieve this lotus flower.
No matter how he looked at it, this lotus flower looked like a regular lotus flower.
Yin San stopped what he was doing and put the bone flute back into his sleeve, asking, "How is it?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said, "The crystal stove is not damaged, but the temperature it can provide is not high enough to meet your requirement."
As Jing Jiu was thinking about how to ascend, Yin San was thinking about how to achieve total transformation.
He had already prepared all the necessary materials according to the records in the ancient script and his own calculations. All he needed to do now was to start tempering.
No matter whether it was tempering a sword or a magic pill, a stove with a very high temperature and a pure flame was needed.
The stove he needed had a much higher temperature than the regular stoves and magic pill stoves.
The reason he went to Penglai Island to rob this boat was because he wanted the crystal stove designed by the King of the godly boat; but he didn't expect it to be enough.
He had thought of this problem when he went to the Cold Mountain to rob the scales of the Fire Carp; but it was a pity that he didn't have any broken pieces of the Sun Banner left.
Those broken pieces couldn't vanish with the wind, nor could they be burned to ashes by the underground fire. As such, they must be somewhere.
Few things could be concealed from Bulao Lin.
"It's not someone from the Imperial Court, nor is it someone from the Windy-Broadsword Church."
Yin San continued while looking at the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect, "I think it's Su Ziye. I asked him to bring it here."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said, "That lad sold us out once. Can we still use him?"
Yin San said with a smile, "A lonely soul and a wild ghost will feel grateful to be used by someone."
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Before the first thunderstorm arrived, the stone door of the manor cave was opened, and Jing Jiu walked out.
He carried Ada and went to Bihu Peak.
Countless heavenly thunders struck down from the night sky and struck the top of Bihu Peak, and many of them entered Jing Jiu's body.
Afterward, Jing Jiu took a bath in the Bihu Lake. The excess thunder that his body couldn't contain dispersed into the lake water.
Along with a series of crackling sounds, tens of thousands of fish passed out and floated to the surface of the water, their bellies facing the sky. They looked like tens of thousands of silver coins. (I salute the more vulgar one more time.)
Those pitiful fish didn't wake up until the next day, but some of them died, and some of them ended up in the stomachs of the seagulls.
Jing Jiu didn't see these miserable scenes. He went to Shanghai Peak that very night.
"What do you want to do?"
The frost on Yuan Qijing's eyebrows was like the icicles on the eaves, which seemed to fall off at any moment, but would never fall off.
The temperature in the manor cave of Shangde Peak was too low, so the frost formed naturally. And he had been frowning from spring to summer because of Jing Jiu.
"There's something wrong with that formation," said Jing Jiu. "I want to modify it."
Yuan Qijing knew what Jing Jiu referred to was the Formation of the Dispersed Smoke and Clouds, asking, "Have you succeeded?"
"No," replied Jing Jiu. "I think I need to find a new method."
"It turns out that you have a problem that you can't solve," Yuan Qijing remarked expressionlessly.
Jing Jiu didn't want to pay any attention to him, saying, "I'll go to the Guocheng Temple in autumn."
Yuan Qijing arched his eyebrows, the frost on his face falling off, wondering what had happened to Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu didn't explain that it was because that person had picked a lotus flower in the Thousand-Mile Windy Corridor.
The lotus flower meant reincarnation in the Zen sects.
And there was a reincarnated person in the Guocheng Temple.
Jing Jiu walked into the well and arrived at the gloomy and gloomy underground along with the sunlight.
The Dead Dog opened his eyes and bowed to Jing Jiu with his head lowered.
Jing Jiu flew to his front and asked while rubbing his head, "What do you think he is doing right now?"
The scene looked like a cat trying to reach out his front paw in an attempt to comfort a big boy.
The Dead Dog couldn't answer this question.
Jing Jiu passed through the gloomy and filthy passageway and arrived at the deep part of the Sword Jail, looking at the lonely cell again.
The Snow Girl sensed his arrival, and turned to look at the stone door of the cell.
Their eyes met again.
(End of this chapter)
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