In the autumn, as soon as Zhuo Rusui began to practice with his eyes closed, he felt something strange.
The Spiritual Aura of heaven and earth was like a real wind, surging in from all directions. Though most of the Spiritual Aura had entered Jing Jiu's body, the density of the Spiritual Aura in the cliff had increased by many times, and it was as condensed as water.
Even Zhongzhou School and Aoyama Sect, the two sects with the best Spiritual Sources, couldn't find a place with such abundant Spiritual Aura.
How many years would it take to practice in such an environment in one year? It had only been a short time since the autumn, but he had already felt the growth of the Divine Tree and the increase of the Source of Sword, and even … that was why he asked that question after remaining silent for so long.
Gu Qing was silent for a while, and then said, "It used to be like this, but it's not like this now."
Yes, the whole Shenmo Peak knew that when Jing Jiu practiced meditation, the Spiritual Aura of heaven and earth would draw close to his body. So both Ada and she liked to practice in a place not far from him. The problem was that the Spiritual Aura of heaven and earth was just a little bit thicker in the past, but it was different this time, where it really came from all directions like the wind.
Zhao Layue looked at Jing Jiu, wondering if it was because his state was higher now.
If it was true, how much Spiritual Aura would he need to practice when he reached the Heavenly Arrival State?
If so much Spiritual Aura entered a person's body in a short time, heaven and earth would definitely sense it, and it might even … trigger the Heavenly Punishment!
After reading the sword letter, Jing Jiu waved his hand and threw it down the cliff. Before it drifted far, the sword letter broke into a wisp of smoke.
Then, the wind and snow on the cliff suddenly became chaotic, and with a slight buzzing sound, he disappeared from where he was.
Zhao Layue and the other two looked up at the sky subconsciously, but he was nowhere to be seen.
After a few seconds, Jing Jiu broke through the Chaotic Wind and entered the Empty Realm.
There was no air in the Empty Realm. Naturally, there was no wind or sound. It was as quiet as a tomb.
He sensed that a thousand miles away in the southwest direction, someone was watching him. From late autumn to winter, he had attracted a lot of natural spiritual aura, but it was nothing compared to the vast heaven and earth. He didn't expect that some powerful figures nearby would be alarmed.
Ada did not like the Emptiness Realm either. He did not want to stay here for too long. He squinted his eyes and looked to the southwest.
The aura in the southwest direction quickly disappeared.
Jing Jiu continued to ascend. Soon, he would reach the upper level of the Emptiness Realm.
High up in the sky, the colorful thunderstorm vortexes looked like terrifying eyes, coldly staring at him.
Ah Da's pupils shrank to the size of beans. He started to meow, but he forgot that there was no sound in the Empty Realm. He had no choice but to scratch Jing Jiu's face with his right paw.
A bright spark sputtered in the sky and then fell down, quickly disappearing without a trace.
Jing Jiu shook his head and put it down.
Ah Da floated in the Emptiness Realm. His long white hair became very fluffy. He looked like a weak, pitiful and helpless dandelion.
After several dozens of breaths, Jing Jiu arrived at the top of the Emptiness Realm. He took off his white clothes and put them away.
Then, it took him only a short time to break the seemingly indestructible barrier and enter the Thunder Region.
Seeing this, Ah Da's pupils shrank to the size of rice grains, full of fear and anxiety.
There was still no sound in the Emptiness Realm.
Those terrifying eyes in the Thunder Region were still wide open, as if not even a speck of dust had fallen into them.
After an unknown period of time, a tiny spark suddenly appeared in a thunderstorm vortex.
It was not a spark, but a figure falling down rapidly. His body was surrounded by the high-temperature thunder and fire.
The figure fell down at an unimaginable speed. He broke the indestructible barrier and returned to the Emptiness Realm. The fire on his body was extinguished instantly.
Ah Da floated over and looked at Jing Jiu, who was still smoking. He asked anxiously through his divine sense, "How do you feel?"
Jing Jiu said with a smile, "Very good."
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When she returned to the snow cliff with Ah Da in her arms, Jing Jiu had already put on his white clothes. He looked clean as usual, as if nothing had happened.
But both Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing felt that Jing Jiu's aura had obviously changed.
Zhao Layue knew the reason. She reached out her hand to touch his forehead and found it was boiling hot … No, it was as hot as a soldering iron!
Seeing her action, Zhuo Rusui was quite puzzled, wondering if the Sect Master also had a fever.
Zhao Layue then noticed that the damaged earlobe of Jing Jiu was a bit burnt. She reached out her hand to rub it and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Ah Da meowed, indicating that this freak didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt great.
"Let's go," said Jing Jiu.
The three flying swords flew up one after another.
The Thoughtless Sword became redder.
The Sword of Swallowing Fish was extremely agile.
The Sword of the Universe was still broad.
Standing on the sword and facing the Chaotic Wind, Zhuo Rusui said in high spirits, "I'm going to break through the state!"
"So am I," said Zhao Layue.
These two disciples with natural Dao quality of the Aoyama Sect could be said to be the most powerful swordsmen of the young generation in the Cultivation world.
In recent years, they had been trying to break through the upper state of the Free Travel. They had thought that it would take them at least a dozen years to break through. Unexpectedly, they were already standing on the threshold.
Zhuo Rusui suddenly thought of an important thing. He turned his head and said to Gu Qing, "I want to sit by Senior Uncle's side when we cultivate in the future."
He thought quickly. He knew that Zhao Layue couldn't compete with him, and he couldn't sit on Jing Jiu's head like the Master White Ghost. So he had to compete with Gu Qing.
Then he realized that Gu Qing was the Senior Uncle's personal disciple, and he was only the Senior Nephew. "I'm the Big Brother," he added hastily.
Gu Qing didn't want to compete with him. "That's fine. I'm used to standing behind my Master," he said.
Seeing Gu Qing agree so readily, Zhuo Rusui felt a bit embarrassed. He said to Jing Jiu, "Senior Uncle, can you not sit by the cliff's edge all the time? In that case, there will be room for two more people to sit in front of you. "
Zhuo Rusui included Yuan Qu and Ping Yong-Ka.
Gu Qing smiled, thinking that Zhuo Rusui had a good plan.
Jing Jiu said, "You've freeloaded on the Shenmo Peak a few times, and now you want to freeload on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?"
Zhuo Rusui could tell that Zhuo Rusui was not angry. On the contrary, he was willing to say such witty words, which indicated that he was in an extremely good mood. Zhuo Rusui followed Zhuo Rusui.
"You're the peak master of Tianguang Peak now. You can't favor one and discriminate against the other!"
A few sword lights broke through the sky, leaving clear traces in the clouds.
In a place in the south of the mountain where the snow fell, all the people of the Mysterious Heaven Sect, including the Sect Master and the regular disciples, knelt down on the ground, bowing to the sword lights in the sky.
Zhou Yunmu stood up slowly and stood on the green rock. After looking at the sky for a while, he said, "I'll stay behind closed doors from now on."
Lu Jin, the Sect Master of the Mysterious Heaven Sect, realized what had happened after a moment of bewilderment. "Congratulations, Master!" he said joyfully.
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"Congratulations, Master."
A young acolyte walked into the meditation room and said to an old monk sitting in front of a Buddha statue respectfully, his eyes full of delight and contentment.
This temple was called the Pinggu Temple. It had three main halls in the front and back, housing a dozen monks. It was the family temple of Jia Sheng, a famous wealthy merchant in Yizhou City.
That old monk was a traveling monk. He came here from another province last autumn. The Chief Abbot of the Pinggu Temple talked with him for a while and found that this old monk had a profound understanding of the Buddhist methods and profound knowledge. The Chief Abbot couldn't help but regard the old monk as a master.
At the end of winter, the Chief Abbot of the Pinggu Temple caught a cold and died. Before he died, he begged the old monk to take care of the Pinggu Temple for him.
The old monk wasn't willing to do so, but seeing the Chief Abbot so pitifully, he had no choice but to agree reluctantly. He also said that he would leave after three years.
Jia Sheng, a wealthy merchant, had learned from the Chief Abbot that this old monk was extraordinary. Thinking that his family temple would welcome a true Bhadanta, he didn't object to the request.
That old monk became the Chief Abbot of the Pinggu Temple.
The congratulatory words of the young acolyte had nothing to do with this matter. It was because the Governor of Yizhou heard that the new Chief Abbot of the Pinggu Temple was a Bhadanta of the Zen sects, so he decided to come here with his family to burn incense sticks.
Even though the Pinggu Temple was the family temple of the Jia Family, they had to accommodate the Governor of Yizhou.
After this event, the Pinggu Temple would become a famous Zen temple in Yizhou City. Maybe one day it would leave the Jia Family and become a real famous temple.
It was no wonder that the young acolyte was so happy about such a good thing.
The old monk said to the Buddha statue, "I will leave in three years. If I really leave the Jia Family, what are you going to do?"
The young acolyte didn't answer him. What answered him was a calm voice.
"You will leave today."
The calmness in the voice had reached a certain extreme.
It was a state that was far beyond callousness and closer to silence.
It seemed that the man wouldn't feel anything even if the whole world was destroyed, not to mention the Pinggu Temple.
The old monk turned around.
The young acolyte was lying on the ground; it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.
Jing Jiu stood at the door.
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This old monk was Master Huiyuan.
He was the one who killed Elder Chen Wen of the Kunlun Sect at the foot of the precipice last autumn.
Who would have thought that this important figure of the Bulao Lin Sect was hiding in a family temple in Yizhou City?
Master Huiyuan guessed his identity as soon as he saw the beautiful face. He said, "I didn't expect that you could find me. What's more, I didn't sense your arrival."
Jing Jiu said, "Tell me the whereabouts of Taiping, and you can live."
"I didn't expect that the Immortal Sect Master would come to kill me in person. It's an honor. But do you really think you can kill me?"
Master Huiyuan looked at him and said with a smile, "The Sect Master of Aoyama is invincible in the world. But that's the Immortal Liu Ci, not you."
Jing Jiu was the youngest Sect Master of Aoyama and the weakest one.
Master Huiyuan's state was unfathomable. Even though it was a sneak attack, he was able to kill Elder Chen Wen of the Kunlun Sect with one strike.
Even an Elder in the Broken Sea State of the Aoyama Sect might not be a match for him.
The Jia Mansion not far away was bustling. It seemed that a banquet was being held. Yizhou City, which was farther away, was even more bustling. The Governor's Mansion was setting off firecrackers.
Only the Pinggu Temple was quiet.
Master Huiyuan didn't sense Jing Jiu's arrival, but he was sure that there were no other swordsmen of Aoyama in the Pinggu Temple.
The oil lamp cast his shadow on the ground. He sat on the futon in Silence, as if he had merged into one with the Buddha statue behind him.
Jing Jiu didn't say anything more. He raised his right hand and aimed it at the old monk.
Master Huiyuan felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end when he saw the scene.
It was called "hair standing on end."
It was a physiological reaction that mortals would have when they encountered great fear.
However, he was a Bhadanta of Zen who had achieved great cultivation. Why would he have such a reaction?
That was because that hand brought him great fear.
It was the thunder that was about to rise.
It was the impending death.
(End of this chapter)
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