Zen Master said to Jing Jiu, "If you intend to confront Taiping, you shouldn't provoke the Zhongzhou School, and you shouldn't talk to Bai Zhenren as if he were a child."
Jing Jiu said, "If I were me, why couldn't I?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island, Nan Qü, was dead, and Senior Master Tai Lu was locked in the deep end of the Sword Jail. In Chaotian, Jing Jiu was the one with the highest status and seniority.
"You should be well aware that the Zhongzhou School belongs to the Bai family, and you know better than anybody else how powerful the Bai family is."
Zen Master continued, "You were beaten back by her grandmother, so it's impossible for her not to guess your identity by now."
"Hmm?" Jing Jiu asked.
Zen Master said, "If she knew your identity, why didn't she do anything? It's strange. "
"Many things in the world are no different from playing chess. Tong Yan plays the role of a force, setting up a scheme in advance and luring others into it; but I'm different."
Jing Jiu said, "I'm used to waiting for my opponent to set up a scheme before I try to break it."
Zen Master said, "You'll lose the upper hand."
Jing Jiu said, "But I can see through my opponent's thoughts, so I won't do anything in vain."
Zen Master shot him a glance and said, "I understand what you mean, but I still think you're just lazy."
"Maybe," Jing Jiu said.
Zen Master said, "But have you ever thought that if Bai Zhenren could kill you with a single move, it would be meaningless even if you could see through her thoughts."
The word "death" here was a real death, not a death in a chess game.
Looking at an indistinct godly boat in the deep end of the East Ocean, Jing Jiu asked, "Why do you think I'm willing to come out and take a walk?"
It was not because he had become the sect master of Aoyama and nobody in Chaotian dared offend him; it was because he was confident that he could hardly be killed.
Zen Master said, "With your current realm, other than that strange sword art, what else can you use to protect yourself? Isn't it because you've broken through the Sea State and can finally use the Seal of the King Of The Underworld? Don't forget that you have promised the King Of The Underworld that you will return the Seal of the King Of The Underworld one day. What will the Underworld Master do to you then? He's Taiping's student. "
"We'll talk about it later," said Jing Jiu.
Zen Master suddenly said, "Bai Zhenren went to see Jing Shu."
Jing Jiu was a little surprised and said, "I don't remember them knowing each other."
Zen Master said, "When you were in seclusion at the Shangde Peak, they met in the East Field, and they have been in contact ever since."
Since Jing Shu stayed behind closed doors at the Shangde Peak instead of the Shenmo Peak, it must have happened more than three hundred years ago.
"It was because of you that the Platanus Sect decided to follow Aoyama six hundred years ago. Jing Shu is your collateral descendant, but she only fears you, not respects you."
Zen Master went on, "Before the late emperor ascended the throne, blood was shed everywhere in Zhaoge City, and nine out of ten members of the royal family were gone. Who wouldn't be scared after experiencing that?"
"What are you trying to say?" asked Jing Jiu.
Zen Master said nonchalantly, "Back before the Plum Meeting, the humans were on the brink of destruction in Chaotian; but how many of them were killed by the monster invasion of the Snowy Kingdom? Not as many as those refugees, deviant practitioners, and orthodox Cultivation sects. That's why the world can't fall into chaos. If chaos were to occur, Cao Yuan and I would stand out. "
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The same sunlight shone on Morning Lake, turning this patch of green lake among the mountains into a large mirror.
Standing on the peak top and looking at the beautiful scenery, Bai Zhenren fell silent for a long time; it was unclear if he thought of the Green Sky Mirror.
The atmosphere was tense by the shore of Morning Lake and those small islands. The disciples of the Platanus Sect had a pale face, feeling terrified to the extreme.
Sitting in the wheelchair, Chen Xueqiao looked at the peak top in Silence.
As the sect master of the Platanus Sect, she had to stay here, and she had to remain calm, even though she might die in the next moment.
Standing behind the wheelchair, Sensei lifted her small face and looked up at the top of the mountain, feeling alarmed and uneasy, but mostly helpless.
After the Meeting of the Guocheng Temple was over, Bai Zhenren didn't go back to the Cloud-Dream Mountain with the Cloud Boat. Instead, he came to the Platanus Sect and went to the cemetery on the peak top.
The Grandmaster was buried in that cemetery.
Nobody knew what she came here for. It would be fine if she came here simply to pay her respects; but if she intended to avenge the Grandmaster for what had happened in the past, what should the Platanus Sect do? Who could stop a swordsman in the Dacheng State from doing what she wanted to do?
There was only one Aoyama Sect in the world.
Bai Zhenren looked at Morning Lake in Silence. He didn't pull back his gaze until the sunlight shifted and the water of the lake turned red.
She came before a stone grave and glanced at the words on it, saying nonchalantly, "Maybe you didn't expect him to be the granduncle you feared all your life until your death."
The life of the Grandmaster was written on the gravestone, including how she married from the Mirror Sect, how she led the Platanus Sect to form an alliance with the Aoyama Sect, and how she accomplished many outstanding feats in the Cultivation circle. However, the gravestone didn't record what had happened before the Mirror Sect, and the Grandmaster was still the Grandmaster De, not Jing Shu.
Bai Zhenren said, "Now that I think about it, your fear is indeed justified. When it comes to scheming and scheming, nobody is a match for that pair of brothers."
She didn't know that the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean had a similar sentiment.
"I don't care about what happened in the Underworld. This is merely a test, and I'm sure that my idea is correct."
She went on calmly, "Now that he is good at playing chess, I shouldn't play the chess piece. If I don't play the chess piece, how can he predict what I'm thinking?"
A gust of wind rose up on Morning Lake illuminated by the setting sun. The wind arrived at the cemetery by the foot of the mountain, making the white banners flutter loudly.
"What's more interesting is that if we don't play the chess piece, that pair of brothers will start killing each other; it's because they are always afraid of each other."
Looking at the gravestone, Bai Zhenren went on, "Yes, it's that simple. If we don't do anything, they will play themselves to death."
The setting sun shone on the gravestone. The words engraved on the gravestone were unanswerable.
"Your daughter-in-law's legs have been chopped off by you. When the day comes, I'll chop off her two arms myself and put them in an urn to accompany you in front of your grave."
The setting sun was getting lower, and the twilight was getting thicker. Morning Lake grew redder and redder, looking like a basin of fresh blood.
It was deathly quiet in the cemetery. The mountain wind blew tirelessly, dispersing Bai Zhenren's voice.
There was too much information hidden in her words. No matter who heard it, it would cause a huge uproar.
In fact, there was a second person in the cemetery the entire time.
The setting sun cast a long shadow over Bai Zao's body, making her seem even more delicate.
She had heard everything. To be more precise, this was the reason why Bai Zhenren had brought her here.
"Is Your Holiness's judgment correct?"
When she said "Your Holiness's judgment," her voice was still trembling slightly.
By the time she said the last five words, she had already regained her composure.
But … her pale face could not be dyed red by the setting sun.
"Born as a human, one fears loneliness and yearns for perfection. One longs for the reflection of the spirit and a distant goal. It's very natural to feel love for that person."
Bai Zhenren looked at his daughter and said, "But cultivators pursue ascension, so they must surpass all nature."
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Zen Master left the shore of the East Sea, but his words still lingered in the sound of the waves.
It took a moment for Jing Jiu to come to his senses. He understood that this was a warning, and he couldn't help but feel that it was rather absurd.
The child from back then had now called himself the leader of the righteous path?
Warning me? It was even funnier than Zhuo Rusui.
The sound of the waves rumbled incessantly, as if they were agreeing with his words.
Jing Jiu walked back to the Heavenly Well, sat down cross-legged, and began to meditate with his eyes closed, while waiting for Tong Yan to come out.
Time passed slowly. The sun was setting, and the twilight was deepening. But still, nothing happened.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and looked at the dark bottom of the well. After making sure that Tong Yan would not appear, he released a mosquito into the well after a moment of silence.
Just then, a shadow suddenly appeared on the surface of the sea, growing larger and larger.
The Sword Boat of Aoyama broke out of the sunset glow.
Several sword lights illuminated the slightly gloomy world. Zhao Layue and the others landed on the shore of the sea.
In the early morning, a godly boat of Penglai Island passed by in the depths of the East Sea. It was the one he had seen earlier.
Zhao Layue and the others chased after it on the Sword Boat to ask some questions. Because the questions were rather complicated, it took some time.
"The Penglai Island hasn't lifted the blockade yet."
Gu Qing reported, "The King of Godly Boats is extremely furious. He forbids the Cultivation practitioners from the mainland to land on the island. As for the disciples of Aoyama … they are not allowed to come within three thousand miles."
Having said that, he felt a bit embarrassed. Zhao Layue turned her head to look at the surface of the ocean, as if she didn't know what had happened. Zhuo Rusui's eyelids drooped, as if he had fallen asleep.
Of course, the King of Godly Boats would not be able to do anything if the Aoyama Sect forced their way there.
If the Aoyama Sect forced their way there, the King of Godly Boats would not have been able to stop them. Otherwise, two boats would not have been robbed in a row.
Jing Jiu said, "Let the Sword Boat go back first. You guys follow me to a place."
The Sword Boat of Aoyama rose up from the sunset glow, heading toward the west. Soon, it disappeared on the other side of the valley.
The Shui Yue Nunnery in the valley was still as quiet as before. The peach blossoms were still blooming, looking like spots of blood in the twilight.
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Several sword lights of different shades illuminated the surface of the water.
This place was not the seashore, but the lakeside.
It was not the Morning Lake surrounded by mountains, but the vast and boundless Great Lake.
Jing Jiu walked to the lakeside and looked at the deep part of Ōzawa. His energy was tranquil, but it was full of lethal intent.
Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui had come to this small town when they were pursuing Taiping Zhenren. Knowing that Emperor Xiao was hiding here, she couldn't help but feel energized.
The Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island, Nan Qü, was dead, and the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect was fleeing with Taiping Zhenren. It would be a good thing if they could kill this last hidden swordsman.
Zhuo Rusui was in high spirits as well, his eyes as bright as gems. He didn't know that Emperor Xiao was here, and he didn't like killing people, but he liked fighting.
With the Master White Ghost guarding the formation, this kind of fighting would be quite exciting.
Gu Qing looked at the small town behind him cautiously while holding the Sword of the Universe wrapped in layers of coarse cloth.
(End of this chapter)
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