It was still early in the night, and the residents of the small town were still awake. Lights were still shining in many courtyards, and they could vaguely hear the sound of the bamboo tiles being pushed on the table.
The waves were beating against the water, stirring up countless dark flowers. Ōzawa was so quiet at night.
The clamshell should have sunk to the bottom of the lake, so it would be difficult to find it.
Even if Jing Jiu could use part of the power of the Seal of the King Of The Underworld, it would be meaningless.
Zhao Layue walked to him and asked, "Did he run away?"
Jing Jiu said, "Yes, but it wasn't him who I wanted to kill."
Zhao Layue was somewhat surprised, thinking that there were only a few people in the world who deserved to be killed by Jing Jiu. Who else could it be but Emperor Xiao?
Jing Jiu turned around and walked toward the small town.
There was a decent clinic in the small town. There were some flowers carved on the side of the plaque, which were pierced by a thin branch. It was hard to tell if it was a paulownia tree or something else.
It was late at night, and the clinic was closed, but it couldn't stop them.
The shop assistant rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed. Before he could complain, he saw Jing Jiu's face.
He rubbed his eyes again and called out softly to wake up the doctor.
Soon, a few files were placed on the table. They were all important intelligence collected by the Curtain Rollers recently.
Gu Qing opened the files and sorted them out carefully.
Zhuo Rusui yawned in boredom.
Zhao Layue stood at the door of the clinic with Ada in her arms, looking at the street.
Jing Jiu asked, "Where is Huiyuan?"
"After the incident at the Guocheng Temple, I knew you might ask, so I have been investigating." The doctor said with a bitter face, "Although Master Huiyuan is the Great Supreme Elder of the Tonghua Temple, he has been traveling all over the land in the past decades. His whereabouts are untraceable, so it may take some time."
After leaving the clinic, Jing Jiu suddenly asked, "Are the Curtain Rollers from the Imperial Court?"
Zhao Layue was a bit surprised, asking, "You didn't know?"
Jing Jiu said, "I should be able to think of it. It's just that I've been using them for so many years that I haven't thought much about it."
Zhao Layue was silent for a while and said, "Master Huiyuan should be an important figure in Bulao Lin. Since he could hide for so many years, the Curtain Rollers won't be able to find him in a short time. Shall we go back to Aoyama first?"
Jing Jiu did not want to return to Aoyama.
He would have to explain the matter of the Underworld Master to Yuan Qijing when he returned to Aoyama; it would be troublesome.
Furthermore, he had told Zen Master that he wanted to try again.
He said, "Let's go to a place. I'll take you to cultivate."
Hearing this, Zhuo Rusui did not have any reaction, but Zhao Layue and Gu Qing were a little surprised. They thought that Lin Luoran sounded like a teacher who was concerned about the progress of his disciples … The problem was, apart from the sword manual that he threw at us and the two seminars, when did he ever care about our cultivation?
Ada opened his eyes and glanced at him, wondering what was going on.
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There was a mountain range spanning over a thousand miles at the border between Yu County and Beihua State. Juye City was located at the northernmost pass of the mountain range, and the prosperous Central Plain was located in the south. The climate of the mountain range was very different. The southern part of the mountain was covered with green forests, while the northern part was covered with steep cliffs that were rarely visited by human beings. The highest peak of the mountain was covered with snow that never melted all year round.
The location of the mountain range was very important for the army, but it was not so important for the Cultivation practitioners who could fly freely. There was no spiritual source here, and the spiritual energy was sparse. As such, there were only two or three unknown small sects in the beautiful forest in the south, and the free-traveling practitioners and deviant Cultivation practitioners could occasionally be seen in the cliffs in the north.
The sword light illuminated the peak top. Zhao Layue landed. Under her deliberate control, the Thoughtless Sword didn't emit any eye-catching bloody light.
"A mountain demon is fleeing to the north thirty miles away. There is no smell of human blood in the cave, so I didn't kill it. Some people in the south have sensed it, but they don't dare come over."
The elders of those small sects were at most in the Undefeated State, so they wouldn't dare come over after sensing their presence.
Jing Jiu sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate with his eyes closed.
"Is this the place?"
Zhuo Rusui looked at the layer of snow above him and the desolate rocks around him, feeling ridiculous. The spiritual energy here was so sparse, so why did they have to come here to cultivate?
Just as he was speaking, Zhao Layue and Gu Qing had already sat down beside Jing Jiu and closed their eyes.
Ada consciously climbed onto the top of Jing Jiu's head.
Zhuo Rusui felt even more ridiculous, thinking, "Didn't the Sect Leader say that he would take everyone to cultivate together?" "Could it be that cultivating together really means … cultivating together?" "Don't you have any elixirs for us?" "Don't you have any secret manuals of the Immortal of Swordsmanship to teach us?"
Although he thought this way, no one was listening to him, so he had to sit down.
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There was a small sect three hundred and seventy miles away in the south, which was called the Mysterious Heaven Sect.
Zhou Yunmu was the only remaining elder of the third generation of the Mysterious Heaven Sect. He was talented and had reached the later stage of the Golden Pill, which was the initial state of the Free Travel in the Aoyama Sect.
Nobody had a higher state than him since the founding of the Mysterious Heaven Sect, to say nothing of the current Mysterious Heaven Sect.
A few years ago, he didn't have the patience to deal with the affairs of the sect, so he passed the position of the sect master to his youngest disciple, Lu Jin.
Since then, he had been cultivating in the back of the mountain where the scenery was the best and the spiritual energy was the most abundant. Few disciples had the good fortune to meet him and receive his instruction.
However, many disciples of the Mysterious Heaven Sect had noticed that the Grandmaster was not in the manor cave, but standing on the green rock by the cliff's edge.
He looked at the snow-capped peak in silence.
The name of Zhou Yunmu was quite poetic. The way he stood on the green rock against the wind, his clothes fluttering in the wind made him look like a fairy.
When the disciples saw the scene, their hearts were filled with admiration, and they discussed in low voices what had happened.
They guessed that the Grandmaster had reached a critical moment in his Cultivation and was comprehending the principles of heaven and earth; he might break through the state at any moment.
The whole Mysterious Heaven Sect knew that the Grandmaster had reached the upper stage of the Golden Pill and was trying to break through the most dangerous and difficult barrier to the Yuanying State.
Thinking of this possibility, Lu Jin, the Sect Master of the Mysterious Heaven Sect, issued a strict order: no disciple was allowed to get close to the green rock.
If someone walked to the front of the green rock at the moment, he would find that their Grandmaster Zhou Yunmu was not comprehending the principles of heaven and earth.
Looking at the snowy peak with a pale face, he murmured to himself in a low voice.
"Which sect does this senior come from … Normally, I should go and greet him; but if I disturb his Cultivation … it will be a serious offense."
Looking at the peak half covered by the clouds, Zhou Yunmu murmured, "But the spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is so thin that I have to rely on the magic pills to maintain my Cultivation. Why did the senior immortal master come here?"
Normally, with his Cultivation state, he shouldn't have been able to discover the arrival of Jing Jiu and the others. However, he was cultivating smoothly in the manor cave that day, and his mind was at ease. As a result, he spread his spiritual awareness in the forest reflexively and encountered the Thoughtless Sword.
He hadn't even seen a flying sword of the fairy state like the Thoughtless Sword, not to mention touching it in person. So he knew that the opponent was a formidable figure whom he couldn't afford to offend.
Fortunately, the Thoughtless Sword was evidently a magic treasure of the fairy immortals, not a deviant practitioner, though it had a murderous energy. As such, he wasn't worried that the opponent would come to destroy his mountain gate.
Looking at the peak, Zhou Yunmu had a complicated feeling, including admiration, unwillingness, and jealousy. The expression on his face kept changing.
In the end, all his feelings turned into frustration, and then he calmed down.
It was then that rain suddenly fell from the sky.
Judging from the time and the season, this might be the last autumn rain of this year.
Zhou Yunmu was still standing on the green rock, not leaving.
Though he couldn't see anything, he wanted to look at it a little longer for some reason.
It was probably because he knew that he would never be able to see the scenery there.
He could go to the peak top.
But the scenery was different.
To cultivate the Yuanying from the Golden Pill was a threshold that most of the Cultivation practitioners couldn't cross.
The raindrops fell on his face, dripping down slowly. They weren't as sorrowful as the tears, but they were like clean water washing away the dirt, making him feel calmer.
Though he couldn't reach it, he yearned for it. What harm was there in taking a look?
All of a sudden, he sensed something unusual. He reached out his hand to catch some raindrops, and found that the raindrops contained … a faint spiritual energy!
His hands trembled slightly as he thought, What's going on?
There wasn't a complete spiritual source here, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had always been thin; but why was there spiritual energy in the raindrops today?
The spiritual energy was very faint, but it was something that could be sensed!
Zhou Yunmu's hands trembled more and more violently. He suddenly turned around and yelled at the disciples of the Xuan Tian Sect, "Everybody, come into the rain!"
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After the autumn rain, it didn't rain again, but it started to snow a few days later.
The snowline moved downward. Even the relatively warm Southern Mountain had accumulated a lot of snow, not to mention the places near the peak top.
Four people were sitting side by side in front of a cliff, covered by the white snow, looking like snowmen.
Of course, the white cat on the head of a snowman was still a white cat, but it was a bit swollen.
A sword suddenly flew over from the sky in the south.
The snowman raised his right hand and picked up the white cat, taking the sword letter.
The ice and snow fell off, exposing the face.
The wind and snow added some color again.
Zhuo Rusui also woke up.
He raised his hands in front of his chest, looking at the sky in Silence; it was unclear what he was thinking.
With a buzzing sound, the Swallowing Boat Sword appeared between his hands.
The gray lines on the body of the sword, which looked like the scales, became more agile, like a salted fish that was about to turn over.
After a long moment of silence, he asked, "Did you guys cultivate like this before?"
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(Let's cultivate together, learn together, have fun together, and get drenched in the rain together. The whole world is happy. Have a good weekend.)
(End of this chapter)
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