Ada, crouching in Zhao Layue's bosom, looked at the small black wild cat running away.
Many gazes followed the cat, and then moved up to the distant mountains.
Nobody took a look at He Wei, because they felt sorry for him and didn't want to embarrass him too much.
The atmosphere in the grand hall had been tense earlier, but it was depressing and awkward now.
The sect master of the Kunlun Sect had offended both Yimaozhai and the Aoyama Sect in order to avenge his Young Brother, but he had no choice but to give up because of what Bai Zhenren said.
Was this the dignity of the strongest swordsman in Chaotian? Yet, by doing so, Bai Zhenren wasn't afraid that his allies like the Kunlun Sect would leave him.
The autumn wind blew over from the distant mountains, bringing a chilly feeling to the quiet grand hall.
The purpose of Cultivation was to live a long life, but they had to spend their time watching such a show for the sake of Cultivation.
Many people felt bored, thinking that they shouldn't be in the Guocheng Temple at the moment, but should go back to the mountains and stay behind closed doors.
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…
There were no four seasons in the Underworld, only two periods of light and darkness, which were determined by the rising and falling of the heavenly fire and the Underworld River. As such, there was no bleak autumn wind here. The capital was located on a huge black rocky mountain. On a broken cliff a few miles away, there were a few ordinary thatched huts, but the golden leaves on the top of the huts looked magnificent.
This was the Soul Residence of the eldest disciple of the Underworld Master, so there was no need for a swordsman to guard it.
As far as the populace of the Underworld was concerned, the eldest disciple of the Underworld Master was like a god, so they didn't dare get close to him. All they could do was kneel down at the foot of the broken cliff and kowtow to pray. Looking at the populace of the Underworld at the foot of the cliff, Tong Yan thought of the patients on both sides of the official road in Moqiu who came to the Guocheng Temple for treatment, a hint of unfathomable emotion showing on her pale face.
The heavenly fire grew dimmer, and the Underworld River grew quieter. The night was not much different from the daytime in the underground world.
Tong Yan pulled back her gaze and walked into a thatched hut. The gloomy and gloomy room was brightly illuminated by the golden leaves and crystals, forming a sharp contrast with the outside world.
A child was sitting in front of a table, writing. The black hair on his forehead fluttered gently, but the hand holding the pen was as steady as a rock.
The handwriting on the paper was also very clear and could even be considered beautiful.
Tong Yan was a bit surprised. This child was a member of the royal family who had been separated from the outside world and was brought back by the Underworld Master a few years ago. How could he be proficient in the human language and characters? Even though the Underworld Master had taught him diligently for a few years, it was still an outstanding achievement for him to master it to such an extent in such a short time.
It wasn't until now that Tong Yan didn't know the real name of this future King Of The Underworld. The Underworld Master told him to call this child Apiao.
Apiao was an interesting name.
In the ancient language of Chaotian, this word meant "ghost".
Tong Yan looked at the way Apiao was writing and felt as if someone had placed a chess piece on the opposite side of the chessboard.
Jing Jiu liked playing chess the most, but he didn't like playing chess with Jing Jiu. As such, he sat down across from Apiao.
Apiao put down the pen in her hand and looked at Jing Jiu in Silence, waiting for him to speak.
"The cause and effect is not the theory of the Zen sects; it's the direction of time."
Tong Yan picked up the pen and drew a nonexistent line in the air between the two of them, saying, "The direction of time is a line with a beginning and no end."
Apiao asked after some thought, "What if it's a circle?"
Tong Yan said, "If the beginning and the end could be connected, many interesting things would happen. But as far as our experience is concerned, this line can't be connected."
"So the cause and effect can't be broken?" pressed Apiao.
"At least the people living here can't do it, and the ascendants can't do it either. Nobody can get rid of the cause and effect; the most they can do is break the cause and effect."
Tong Yan said, "If the Immortal Sect Leader agrees, you'll be the next King Of The Underworld. Then, where will you lead this world?"
Apiao said, "I've read a lot of ancient books in the past few years. Our ancestors first thought about self-preservation and not being exterminated by the Heavenly Demons of the Outer Realm. Later on, they were unwilling to give up and wanted to share the sunlight and rain on the ground. They wanted to get the fertile land that could produce a lot of food. I've eaten rice, and it's indeed much more delicious."
Tong Yan said, "This is a very natural and understandable thought, but I don't think the Immortal Sect Leader can accept this answer."
Apiao said seriously, "The sunlight and rain may be good, but they're not suitable for our cultivation method and even conflict with our bloodline. Our tribe has been living underground for thousands of years and has long become one with this place. We can't be separated at all, so why do we have to go out? It's just that it's really too hard here. Perhaps you're willing to show your generosity? "
Tong Yan looked at his eyes in Silence. Looking at the flickering light in his eyes, she couldn't tell if this child was lying or if he really thought so.
They're all very good, but they're not suitable for me, so I don't want them.
This was a very easy reason to understand, but not many people could do it.
"I've heard that the Crown Prince of the Human Race has a teacher now, and he's also a Celestial Master of Aoyama?"
Apiao suddenly laughed and said, "If that's the case, I'm really similar to him."
"Why do you say so?" Tong Yan asked.
Apiao opened her eyes wide and looked a little naive. "Aren't you also a Celestial Master of Aoyama?"
"I guess so," Tong Yan said.
The naive look in Apiao's eyes suddenly turned into cunning and malicious. She lowered her voice and said, "But I know you're Tong Yan from Zhongzhou School."
Tong Yan said calmly, "You don't have to tell me this; it's because I'm not your cause and effect."
"Who will it be then?" asked Apiao curiously.
Tong Yan said, "If nothing unexpected happens, you will become the personal disciple of the Immortal Sect Master."
"Will he enter the Underworld?" asked Apiao, feeling a bit surprised.
Tong Yan shot him a glance and said, "Of course it's you who will go up."
Having said that, he walked out of the thatched hut and came to the foot of a tree by the cliff's edge.
It was unclear what kind of tree it was, but it still grew thickly in the Underworld where there was no sunlight. It looked like a conspicuous large ink block in the dark and gray world.
Standing under the tree, the Underworld Master's blue cloth looked like a spot among the ink blocks.
"It's such an important matter, but he doesn't want to come down and take a look himself. Is he afraid of death or lazy?"
"Both."
Tong Yan followed the line of sight of the Underworld Master to look at the distant sky.
A distant passageway was illuminated, and a figure flew up along with the lightning.
"Another one has gone," said the Underworld Master. "It looks like they have believed it."
"I suggest you don't do anything to Apiao," said Tong Yan. "The Immortal Sect Master doesn't like trouble."
The Underworld Master said calmly, "Her Highness is the future of the Underworld; I don't dare do anything to her."
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The small wild black cat returned to the outside of the hall stealthily. He felt a certain energy inside the hall was attracting him.
His line of sight passed through the crack of the door and saw a white cat with long hair, lying gracefully in the bosom of a young woman.
The energy of the young woman was a bit chilly, making him feel scared. He wondered if it had something to do with the other young woman she was looking at.
That young woman was saying something in a low voice.
What was the amulet paper? What was the crystal stone? The herbs of the Dongyi Daoist Sect didn't sound tasty, but the devil pill should be good.
The small wild cat couldn't understand what the young woman was saying, but he knew that this young woman in a white skirt was very beautiful and had a feeble expression on her face, but her voice was very calm and gentle, and it was quite comfortable to listen to.
The people in the hall had the same thought.
Innumerable gazes were fixed on Bai Zao, with a hint of appreciation in their eyes.
Hearing her describe the requirements of the Zhongzhou School in a calm voice, the autumn wind seemed to become much softer, and the falling leaves could be seen clearly.
Her energy was deep and calm, indicating that she was on the verge of completing her Yuanying. She would be able to break through the Godly State in twenty years.
The whole of the Cultivation circle knew that she was born with a lack of talent, and many people thought that she would encounter many problems in her Cultivation. Even though she could keep up with the other geniuses in Cultivation by relying on the magic methods and magic pills of the Zhongzhou School in the beginning, she would be left far behind in the later stages. Unexpectedly, she was still as good as Zhuo Rusui and Zhao Layue until now.
This had something to do with the profound resources of the Zhongzhou School; but many people in the hall knew a certain secret. Thinking of the six years they spent in the snowland, they looked at Jing Jiu reflexively.
Jing Jiu's eyelids drooped slightly, but everybody knew that he was still awake.
Bai Zao didn't avoid him on purpose. He talked to him calmly while looking at him.
Zheng Tao gripped her sleeves tightly. She felt very sad.
Que Niang shook her head. She suddenly found that Xiang Wanshu was looking at her from among the crowd of the Zhongzhou School, so she returned the greeting with a faint smile.
Sensei sighed, thinking that it would be a great time for them to bring Brother Zhan back from White Town and eat the barbecued fish and drink the wine; it was unnecessary to pretend that they didn't know each other and talk about such boring things. It was all Jing Jiu's fault. How could he become the Sect Master of Aoyama so early?
Not only these young girls, but also those masters and masters of the older generation felt a bit sentimental when they saw Bai Zao talking to Jing Jiu calmly while standing in front of him.
The story between this young man and woman was quite famous in the Cultivation circle.
Bai Zao stopped using the magic method.
The map in the grand hall disappeared after turning into specks of light.
"Chaotian hasn't been attacked by the army of the Underworld for more than three hundred years. They showed up once in a very small number, and they only showed up in the last sixty years, so it's hard for them to cause any trouble. The Cloud-Dream Mountain has never denied the sacrifice made by the Cultivationists of Aoyama, and they don't dare show any disrespect. However, if I have to say something disrespectful, since it was Taiping Zhenren who made the mistake, Aoyama should take more responsibility."
She turned to Zen Master and said, "We still insist on the request made in spring. The detailed list of the quota has already been sent to Zhaoge City."
Zen Master sat in the chair with his legs crossed, indicating that he had nothing to say.
Bai Zao turned to Zhang Yi 'ai and said, "Senior Master Zhang, the Pure Heaven Bureau should have seen the list we sent."
The more respectful she called him, the worse Zhang Yi 'ai's expression became.
"According to the rules of the Plum Meeting, the Imperial court won't get involved in this matter. As long as Aoyama agrees, the Pure Heaven Bureau will act according to the new rules."
It was quite troublesome to collect, refine, and distribute the Cultivation resources such as crystals, magic pills, ocean pearls and bright silver, red gold, devil pills, and animal blood. Six hundred years ago, Taiping Zhenren relied on his powerful deduction ability, the full support of Shui Yue Nunnery, the secret support of the Guocheng Temple, and the encouragement of the previous emperor to persuade Zhongzhou School and other major Cultivation sects. It was from that moment that the peace in the Cultivation circle began.
It was a significant matter that Zhongzhou School wanted to change the rules of the Plum Meeting, but the proportion of the quota they requested was very small, and the extra quota of the Western Sea Sword School seemed acceptable to the Aoyama Sect. However, as the Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island, Nan Qü, said before his death, if Aoyama took a step back, would it continue to take a step back?
No matter how big the step was, taking a step back was still taking a step back.
Taking a step back in order to advance was the last resort of the weak.
Bai Zao walked to the front of Jing Jiu, waiting for his answer.
Jing Jiu lifted his head and looked at her, saying, "First of all, the quota of the West Ocean is ours, and nothing else will change."
Bai Zao looked at Jing Jiu in Silence, knowing that there would be more to it.
Looking at Jing Jiu, Zhao Layue suddenly understood what he was going to do, her eyes growing brighter. … …
Whoosh!!! A small hole appeared in the autumn clouds in the sky, and a flying sword arrived at a high speed.
This sword letter came from Aoyama, and it fell into the hands of Gu Qing. It was given to Zen Master by Jing Jiu's eye signal.
In the next moment, the bell rang in the Guocheng Temple.
The Cold-Signal Bird flew over, bringing the news from the other side.
The Pure Heaven Bureau sent a letter to report.
The Cultivation practitioners in the grand hall felt uneasy due to such a large number of people.
"Did something happen in White Town?" asked Bu Qiuxiao.
After reading the sword letter, Zen Master glanced at Jing Jiu meaningfully, saying, "No, it's an important figure from the Underworld."
Bu Qiuxiao arched his eyebrows slightly, asking, "Who is it?"
"The Twelfth Priest," replied Zen Master.
Bu Qiuxiao had heard of this swordsman of the Underworld who was famous for his ambition and bloodthirstiness. "Since it's not the Grand Priest or the Underworld Master, it's not a big deal for the projection to come here," he said with a slightly cautious tone.
"It's his true body," Zen Master said while shaking his head.
Upon hearing this, there was an uproar in the grand hall.
A swordsman of the Underworld had come to Chaotian in his true body!
It had been many years since such a thing had happened. Was this the omen of the invasion of the Underworld?
Bu Qiuxiao stood up abruptly and asked sharply, "Where is he? How are the casualties among the populace? "
"The Twelfth Priest appeared on the Cold Mountain, and then …"
Zen Master said after shooting a glance at Jing Jiu, "He was killed by the Cultivationist Aoyama."
(End of this chapter)
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