In reality, few people had seen Jing Jiu fight, and most of them had died. As such, nobody knew how cruel he was, save for a few people such as Zhao Layue.
Yet, everybody knew that he was a man of few words.
It was rare for him to say two long sentences that day, but he intended to denounce the Zhongzhou School.
There was an uproar in the grand hall, and then it became deathly quiet.
Even though he was the Sect Master of Aoyama, the person was Bai Zhenren. How could he speak to her in such a tone as if he was educating a junior? Moreover, the Zhongzhou School had come with a thunderous force, but they had to leave in silence in the end. It was humiliating enough; what else did the Aoyama Sect want after having won a great victory?
The reason why Jing Jiu said these two sentences was simple: he wanted to warn the other party.
It seemed that the Aoyama Sect had gained a lot this time. The rules of the Plum Meeting had been upheld, and the share of the West Ocean had been obtained. The hand that the Zhongzhou School had extended to the Underworld had been severely wounded. It would be extremely difficult for them to obtain resources from the underground in the future. Yet, nobody knew how much risk the Aoyama Sect had taken to achieve this.
It wasn't until now that Jing Jiu was sure if Tong Yan could come back safely.
The Aoyama Sect had to pay a great price for killing those priests and swordsmen of the Underworld, like the crystals, magic pills and precious Cultivation time.
In fact, it was the Zhongzhou School that forced them to do so.
Jing Jiu told Bai Zhenren not to do it again. It seemed that he was referring to the passage of the Gathered-Soul Valley and the invasion of the Underworld, but it was actually a clear warning that the Zhongzhou School shouldn't try to shake the position of the Aoyama Sect in Chaotian again; otherwise, the Aoyama Sect's counterattack would be more violent and direct than this time.
The atmosphere in the grand hall grew exceedingly tense.
The layer of cloud and fog enshrouding Bai Zhenren was flowing and rotating slowly.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
It was like the surface of the ocean without wind had turned into a mirror.
No one knew what would happen next.
If Bai Zhenren made a move, this hall would be reduced to ruins, and the Guocheng Temple might also be reduced to ruins.
The East Sea, dozens of miles away, would give rise to countless stormy waves, and the people who were praying and crying on both sides of the official road would all die.
Then, the Cultivation world would wage an all-out war, and all the beautiful things would be destroyed, such as the small bridge, the flowing water, and the Star-picking Pavilion.
As a result, Chaotian would return to a thousand years ago, and the human race would be wiped out at any moment.
None of this could happen.
Bu Qiuxiao took two steps forward.
Zen Master's feet had unknowingly landed on the ground.
Ada hid in Zhao Layue's sleeve.
The Grand Formation of the Guocheng Temple was ready to be activated at any moment.
The next moment finally arrived.
Bai Zhenren's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations.
She looked at Jing Jiu and said calmly, "I have learned something."
Having said that, she led the group of Zhongzhou School and left the Guocheng Temple, heading north on the Cloud Boat.
Seeing the large boat disappearing into the horizon, the people in the temple had a complicated emotion; they felt lucky to have survived a disaster, but they also felt puzzled.
This was definitely not the style of the Cloud-Dream Mountain.
In the last two years after the departure of the Immortal Liu Ci, the Zhongzhou School had been very aggressive both in the imperial court and in the Cultivation circle, which was why the meeting of the Guocheng Temple was held.
However, the Cloud Boat had indeed left, and Bai Zhenren hadn't done anything, and he even said that he had learned something.
A Yimaozhai scholar shook his head and said, "Who would have thought that such a grand meeting would end so hastily?"
Xi Yiyun said while shaking his head, "If you knew how ruthless the Aoyama Sect was on the Cold Mountain, you wouldn't have come to such a conclusion."
"That's right. The competition between the Aoyama Sect and the Zhongzhou School isn't going to take place in the Guocheng Temple, but on the Cold Mountain, or even in the Underworld."
Bu Qiuxiao put the Dragon-Tail Inkstone back into his sleeve, and then walked to the opposite side, gesturing for Xi Yiyun, Liu Shisui and other disciples not to follow him.
The opposite side was the Aoyama Sect.
Zhao Layue and the others were aware that he had something to say to Jing Jiu, so they left him alone.
Looking at the young and perfect face, Bu Qiuxiao couldn't help but feel sentimental when he recalled the conversation he had with Jing Jiu in Zhaoge City.
He used to be the youngest person in charge of the major orthodox sects, but he was much older than Jing Jiu when he was the house master.
"I haven't congratulated you on becoming the sect master of Aoyama," said Bu Qiuxiao.
"It's not a happy occasion," said Jing Jiu.
The Cultivation practitioners preferred a peaceful life without desires, but they also had to act against the natural order. It had nothing to do with power and influence no matter how one looked at it.
His answer was reasonable, but how many Cultivation practitioners in the world could do what he had said?
Bu Qiuxiao found that Jing Jiu's answer was not empty talk, and he really thought so. He felt this person was extraordinary, saying, "I heard that Shisui made a bamboo chair for you."
"He saw me make it," said Jing Jiu.
Bu Qiuxiao changed the topic, asking, "Who did the Aoyama Sect learn how to do things?"
Some words didn't need to be pointed out to be understood.
Everybody could tell that the Aoyama Sect must have something to do with the Underworld since they could kill so many devil men of the Underworld.
"I don't want your helpers in the Underworld to be the remnants of Taiping."
Bu Qiuxiao continued, "If that day comes, I'll pretend that the conversation in Zhaoge City never happened."
The meaning of this statement was clear enough.
If the Aoyama Sect couldn't get rid of the influence of Taiping Zhenren, then Bu Qiuxiao would fight against the Aoyama Sect even if his reputation would be ruined.
Jing Jiu liked Bu Qiuxiao a lot, so he was willing to explain, saying, "I've sent a disciple of Aoyama to the Underworld in advance."
Bu Qiuxiao didn't expect such an answer. He was taken aback a bit, and felt a great appreciation for the young disciple of Aoyama who had entered the Underworld. "I hope he can come back safe and sound," he said.
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The Grand Priest had a problem in his Cultivation, so he had been staying behind closed doors to wash his body in the Underworld River. The priests were basically without a leader. As Jing Jiu had thought, those priests were worshipped and worshipped by the populace every day and lived a luxurious and decadent life. Under the temptation of the Seal of the King Of The Underworld, they were dragged into the scheme set up by Tong Yan by the Underworld Master before they could think it through.
However, no matter how stupid those priests were, they had finally come to their senses after so many mishaps. They realized in shock and anger that this was a scheme of the human race.
The thatched hut covered with golden leaves looked even more beautiful in the world of black and white, as if it was a dream. In comparison, the huge tree by the cliff's edge, which looked like an inky black ball, had a different kind of beauty.
Standing under the tree, Tong Yan looked at the two armies fighting fiercely in the distant field. "Over the last six hundred years, the Underworld has been sending resources to the Cloud-Dream Mountain incessantly; so the passage must be very stable. Why didn't those priests try to use that passage?"
The Underworld Master drifted to a position as high as Jing Jiu's, and said, "That passage is controlled by the Grand Priest, and the Cloud-Dream Mountain forbids anyone from using that passage. You should know the reason why."
The formation that could transport the Cultivation resources might not be able to transport the living beings. More importantly, the Zhongzhou School couldn't let others find out that they had been obtaining benefits from the Underworld, at least they couldn't let others find any clear evidence. Otherwise, how could they, who had a high status in the populace's hearts as the leaders of the human race who cared about the whole world, behave themselves?
Tong Yan said, "A passage that has lasted for six hundred years … is hard to conceal. It's strange that I haven't found any trace of it in the Great Formation of the Cloud-Dream Mountain."
Speaking of the understanding of the Great Formation of the Cloud-Dream Mountain, this talented young disciple of the Zhongzhou School was probably the only person who knew it well, in addition to the Immortals Tan and Bai and the Unicorn.
After all, he had dug a tunnel under the Cloud-Dream Mountain for many years.
The Underworld Master let out an eerie smile on his translucent face, as he said, "That passage is very well hidden. I haven't found it yet, so you don't have to test me."
"I'm just curious about these things," said Tong Yan.
The Underworld Master suddenly reached out his hand toward the gloomy sky. A moment later, he said, "Let's stop here."
Though Tong Yan couldn't see what was in his hand, he sensed a strong danger, saying, "I'll take my leave then."
Pointing to the battlefield in the distance, the Underworld Master said, "If you leave now, I can't guarantee that I'll be able to bring you to the bottom of the well alive."
Tong Yan knew that what the Underworld Master said was a bit exaggerated, but it was also somewhat true.
Those priests found that they had been deceived by Jing Jiu, and all of them went crazy.
The Underworld Capital was surrounded by the sacrificial army of the priests, and the battles were even taking place in the sky.
Those crazy and fearless soldiers of the Underworld and the priests with blood-red eyes were more concerned about his life than the throne.
"It's impossible to break through the Underworld Capital. As long as you stay here, you'll be able to survive." The Underworld Master said while staring into Jing Jiu's eyes, "It's a bit ridiculous, but I can see the shadow of my Teacher in you. I believe that with your help, I'll be able to resolve the situation here as soon as possible."
As far as Tong Yan was concerned, it was not difficult for him to adapt to a world of black and white like the Underworld; but there was no energy of heaven and earth here. As Zhen Yuan's energy leaked out, he would grow weaker and weaker until he died. Jing Jiu said, "I don't want to become a pale and feeble military counselor in a wheelchair or on a stretcher."
The Underworld Master said with a faint smile, "It doesn't matter how many years it takes. I can still play a few chess games with you."
"What do you need me to do?" asked Tong Yan.
The Underworld Master said, "First of all, you need to help me determine who Jing Jiu is."
"I don't understand what you mean," said Tong Yan.
The Underworld Master said, "I thought he couldn't be that person before, but I'm a bit hesitant now."
After a moment of silence, Tong Yan asked, "What on earth do you want to say?"
"If he is that person, I won't dare cooperate with him out of fear."
A few glows came out from the translucent face of the Underworld Master, looking eerie and exceedingly solemn, like a godly statue whose paint had been peeled off.
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The sound of the ocean waves at the East Ocean sounded like thunder at a close distance. It had something to do with the hard rocks by the seashore. The cliff walls of the Heavenly Well were made of the same kind of rocks, which were extremely hard and covered with moss, and extremely slippery. Moreover, they had been pasted on the walls of the Heavenly Well and countless amulets and formations over a great many years. Except for some special creatures of the underground, it was impossible for anyone to climb over them.
Cold Cicada turned over on Jing Jiu's palm, and then disappeared to another spot.
The ocean wind in the late autumn was indeed a bit chilly. It was unclear if it was because of the chilly wind that Zen Master rubbed his smooth head, his handsome eyes full of worry.
"You have indeed colluded with the Underworld."
"Let's change the word."
"You have indeed colluded with the Underworld."
Jing Jiu paid no more attention to him, heading toward the seashore.
Following behind Jing Jiu, Zen Master stepped on the sharp rocks with his bare feet. It seemed that he didn't feel any pain as he yelled, "Are you the Underworld Master? Are you the Underworld Master?! "
Jing Jiu halted his steps and asked expressionlessly, "Can you speak louder?"
"Of course I can. I learned the Roar of the Mountain Devil from my adopted father when I was young."
Zen Master went on indignantly, "What are you afraid of? You also know that nobody should know about this. Why did you do it then? "
"It's too troublesome," said Jing Jiu.
He might have to explain it to Yuan Qijing after he returned to Aoyama. Thinking of this, Jing Jiu felt a headache coming on.
Zen Master said while staring into his eyes, "The Underworld Master is the student of Taiping. So in the final analysis, it is you two brothers who have joined hands to create another tunnel for the Zhongzhou School."
Jing Jiu said, "It's a good thing. It's a pity not to do it."
He was forced to do it because the situation was too good for him.
It was the same as why he kicked someone; it was also because of the angle.
Zen Master said, "Don't forget that I was killed by your Big Brother."
"That was in my previous life," said Jing Jiu.
Zen Master said, "Your royal brother was also killed by him."
Jing Jiu said, "That's why I killed him."
After a moment of silence, Zen Master said, "In fact, you two brothers are not as good as Liu Ci. He looks gentle, but he is persistent. Hmm … Yuan Qijing is also stronger than you two."
"But we are still alive," said Jing Jiu.
So he didn't forgive Liu Ci.
Zen Master understood what Jing Jiu meant, but he didn't say anything more. … …
The sunlight shone on the East Ocean, giving rise to gusts of gentle wind.
The wind pushed the ocean water, creating layers of waves, hitting the rocks and breaking them into tiny snowflakes.
The feeling of appreciating something depended on the mood of the person who was appreciating it.
The ocean water was more fragile than the colored glass.
Thinking of Liu Ci who had turned into the spring rain, such a beautiful scene could only make people feel frustrated and even angry.
Standing by the cliff's edge, Jing Jiu and Zen Master gazed into the distance from the waves under their feet.
"What are you going to do next?"
"I'd like to try again."
He listened to the Scriptures in the Guocheng Temple, drew his sword in the West Ocean, and traveled around the world with the First Child Sword.
He had already tried to lure Taiping Zhenren out and kill him three times. He almost succeeded the first two times, but the third time didn't cause any disturbance.
If the lotus represented reincarnation, Taiping Zhenren should be in the weakest state at the moment. Jing Jiu wanted to try again.
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(I received a message from a friend today. I chatted with him for a while, but I didn't know what to say. So I copied the original message as per his request:
Brother Cat,
My father passed away on Monday. He came home today and wanted to ask you for a favor.
What I regret most now is that before my father died, I didn't tell him something about me and let him know that he still has a grandson outside. I had planned to find a good opportunity to tell him.
But now it's too late.
There was no warning.
Before my father died, I only gave him two pieces of orange. I peeled it and let him suck some water.
You are the most famous netizen I know. I hope you can help me to post a Weibo post or write a few words at the end of the article.
Tell everyone about my pain.
If you have any secrets, tell your family as soon as possible, no matter how embarrassing it is. Don't be like me. Now, my biggest regret is that I didn't tell them.
Tell all your fans and your friends. Otherwise, it'll be a pity.)
(End of this chapter)
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