After Apiao left, the stone door of the manor cave was closed again.
Looking at the closed stone door, Tong Yan remained silent, thinking that it was Taiping Zhenren who was playing chess on the opposite side of the chessboard.
In this case, it was not unacceptable to lose this game. But the question was, how was this little guy going to leave the hermit peaks?
Even if Taiping Zhenren knew about the other passages in the hermit peaks, it had been more than three hundred years. How could the Immortal Liu Ci and Jing Jiu not prepare for it?
When Jing Jiu took him away from the hermit peaks, he didn't even know how he left. When he opened his eyes, he found himself at Tianguang Peak, and then he went to the Underworld.
But this was not something he needed to think about. He closed his eyes and started to heal himself.
He was so badly injured that he couldn't stand up in a short time, so he couldn't open the stone door to inform Jing Jiu.
Apiao didn't leave the hermit peaks directly, but went to another green peak.
Wildflowers were blooming on that peak, and the branches and vines were flowing on the cliffs like hundreds of waterfalls, forming irregular lines that were not written in words.
In the deepest part of the wild flowers, there was an inconspicuous abode of Immortals. Fang Jingtian had been doing closed-door training in this abode of Immortals for nine years.
Apiao took out the bamboo flute and played a soundless piece of music.
The wildflowers swayed with the sound of the flute, and the branches and vines began to move slowly, making rustling sounds as if it was raining.
Then, he inserted the bamboo flute into the soil. One-third of the flute was submerged in the soil, and two-thirds of the flute was exposed.
The wildflowers and the branches and vines were still moving, and the invisible rain was still falling from the sky.
The bamboo flute quivered slightly. Nourished by the rain, it grew many branches at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The growth was still going on. Green leaves appeared on those branches, and then flower buds began to bear. There were exactly seven flower buds.
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Apiao was already over ten years old, but the people of the Underworld were all petite, so she looked like a child of five or six years old.
After finishing what Taiping Zhenren had asked him to do, he was a little nervous and tired. He sighed subconsciously and looked like a little adult.
As Tong Yan thought, the most troublesome thing was how to leave the hermit peaks. Apiao was not sure whether the Immortal's arrangement worked or not.
With these worries, he drifted away from the verdant peaks and arrived at a certain place. Then, he evaded the tactical formation in a sorry state and entered the Sword Jail in the mountains.
The passageway in the Sword Jail was dark and gloomy. The Underworld monsters in the cells on both sides sensed his aura and rushed to the door again, letting out cold and gloomy voices.
His voice was so cold, but his mood was so joyful.
Apiao waved her right hand, greeting the prisoners on both sides like an emperor, but she didn't try to unlock the cell's restriction.
He didn't have the ability to do so, and he didn't want to anger that lord.
"Greetings, Lord Night Howler."
Apiao drifted in midair and stopped in front of Dead Dog. He folded his hands and bowed to him in the most respectful manner in the Underworld.
Dead Dog opened his eyes slowly. He looked at Jing Jiu in Silence, not giving any response.
Tong Yan had brought the box to the hermit peaks.
The ghost in the box had come out, but Tong Yan was still in the hermit peaks. It was evident that something was amiss.
Dead Dog was quite familiar with the Underworld, so he wasn't very vigilant. He could kill any formidable monster with one bite.
"You can't eat me."
Apiao said to him in a pitiful manner, "I'm the future King Of The Underworld. The peace you two immortals want is on me; and I'm merely a harmless letter!"
Dead Dog closed his eyes, paying no more attention to Jing Jiu.
Apiao looked up along the sunlight. He knew that it was not the time to leave yet, and he had to wait for Yuan Qijing to leave.
Thinking of what he would do next, he displayed an innocent expression on his face, thinking that he didn't dare offend anyone even if he didn't want to.
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The representatives of various sects had all arrived.
There was no doubt that all the sects qualified to participate in the Grand Ceremony of the Sect Master of Aoyama had sent their representatives, and the representatives they sent were all of high status.
The representative from the Zhongzhou School was Bai Zhenren. She only brought Bai Zao, Xiang Wanshu and a few other young disciples.
The Zen Master of the Guocheng Temple came in person with the Lotus Sedan. Bu Qiuxiao came with Xi Yiyun and Liu Shisui. The Sect Master of Shui Yue Nunnery came with Zhen Tao. The Sect Master of the Platanus Sect, Chen Xueqiao, came with Sensei. The Sect Master of Ōzawa came with the Left Commissioner. The Sect Master of the Mirror Sect came with Que Niang. The Sect Master of Kunlun, He Wei, showed a hateful expression. The representatives from the Imperial Court were still the Duke Of He and the Chief Commander of the Pure Heaven Bureau, Zhang Yiai.
Normally, Xilai Peak should receive the representatives of various sects, but the Sect Master of Xilai Peak, Fang Jingtian, was still behind closed doors in the hermit peaks, so he had no choice but to give it up.
The Sect Master of Shanghai Peak, Yuan Qijing, had a high status and was too old. The Peak Master of Shiyue, Guangzhou Zhenren, was far away at the West Ocean and wouldn't come back to participate in the Grand Ceremony. The Peak Master of Qingrong, Nan Wang, didn't have the patience to take care of these trivial affairs. The Peak Master of Yunxing, Fu Wang, felt humiliated a few years ago, so he was too embarrassed to attend the ceremony. As such, the Peak Master of Bihu, Chen Youtian, led by Guo Nanshan and other disciples of Liangwang Peak, was in charge of receiving the representatives.
Undoubtedly, this was the most important event in the Cultivation circle in the last hundreds of years, even more important than the Dao Competition held by the Zhongzhou School a few years ago.
The weather was excellent thanks to the Great Formation of Green Sky. The swordsmen of various sects sat on the cloud platforms, looking like fairy immortals.
The scenery of Tianguang Peak was as picturesque as a painting in everyone's eyes.
The sect masters and sect masters of various sects looked at the stone tortoise on top of Tianguang Peak with the stone monument on its back, their expressions turning solemn.
There was a small hut behind the stone monument, with a chair in it, which was still empty.
Dozens of gazes were fixed on the chair, each with a different emotion, but they were all complicated.
It was said that Jing Jiu had entered the Broken Sea State a few years ago and became the person with the fastest Cultivation speed in history. It could be said that he had surpassed the ancients and dazzled the contemporaries.
Many important figures in the Cultivation circle, including Bu Qiuxiao, couldn't figure out how he could advance so fast.
Compared to him, those so-called geniuses were nothing more than dog poop.
In the next moment, someone recalled that Zhuo Rusui and Zhao Layue had also entered the upper state of the Free Travel a few years ago, and they were on the verge of breaking through the Broken Sea State.
It was truly uncanny. How did the Aoyama Sect achieve it?
"It's the legacy of the Immortal Jingyang."
Bu Qiuxiao had a clearer view of this matter than anybody else. He glanced at Liu Shisui, thinking that Liu Shisui could be counted as a person who had benefited from this.
A small cyan curtain sedan flew over from a distance and landed beside Master Shui Yue Nunnery.
Many people knew that this was the sacred item of the Grand Supreme Elder Shui Yue Nunnery. They were surprised, wondering why they didn't come with him.
Before they could figure it out, Yuan Qijing arrived at the top of Tianguang Peak on the Three-Foot Sword, followed by Nan Wang.
They all greeted him, knowing that the Grand Ceremony of enthroning the sect master of Aoyama was about to begin.
Master Shui Yue Nunnery took a look at the small cyan curtain sedan, frowning slightly.
She had achieved some achievements in Cultivation, but she still looked like a young girl. Her eyebrows were pretty, and there was a peach petal between them, which was quite beautiful.
She frowned slightly, and the peach petal trembled slightly, emitting a fresh breath. She had used the Connection of Heavens and Men without a sound.
Master Shui Yue Nunnery felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what the problem was when he looked around.
There were at least a thousand cultivators around Tianguang Peak, but they didn't make any noise, which made the atmosphere very solemn.
The Grand Ceremony of enthroning the sect master of Aoyama was the focus of everyone. Even the Zhongzhou School wouldn't dare to make trouble at this time, let alone the evil sects and demons.
If something were to happen, it could only be the internal affairs of Aoyama … Her thoughts were interrupted by a sword chime, and she couldn't pick it up anymore.
The sword chime was very bright and clear, resounding between heaven and earth and resounding in everyone's heart.
It was like a drop of dew falling from the edge of a huge lotus and shattering into powder on the surface of the most precious white jade in the world.
Accompanied by the sword chime, Jing Jiu came to the peak and walked toward the chair.
Zhao Layue, Gu Qing and Yuan Qu were watching the scene from a short distance away.
Innumerable people were also watching the scene.
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The sunlight fell down from the bottom of Shangde Peak and fell on the Dead Dog at the same time as the sword chime.
In the meantime, the Dead Dog heard another sound.
It was the sound of flowers blooming, and they were plum blossoms, seven plum blossoms.
The Dead Dog shot a glance at Apiao.
Apiao's small face turned pale.
The Dead Dog didn't pay any attention to him. He walked to the deep part of the Sword Jail noiselessly, like a black cloud.
Apiao knew that she had finally passed this hurdle. She drifted upward while rubbing her small face with a lingering fear.
The sceneries in the hermit peaks were more beautiful than those in the outside world, including the blue sky and white clouds and the green cliffs of Aoyama. However, it was rare to see such a flourishing scene of flowers.
Looking at the green peak in front of him and the fragmented flowers all over the mountains and fields, the Dead Dog found the bamboo flute easily.
The bamboo flute didn't look the same as before. It had countless branches and seven plum blossoms on it, each of them blooming.
Along with a squeaking sound, the stone door of the manor cave in the peak was opened slowly. The vines covering the outside of the flute broke into pieces and dropped to the ground helplessly.
The two silvery eyebrows looked like the Milky Way in the night sky as a gentle breeze blew over. Fang Jingtian had come out from behind closed doors.
His energy was restrained, and the expression in his eyes was nonchalant. He looked ordinary. As he took a step forward, a sword light shot out from his body and landed in the sky after traveling a great distance.
This was the Cultivation state of the figure in the Heavenly Arrival State!
The strange thing was that the sky didn't change after receiving the sword light.
The Cultivation practitioners would be sensed by heaven and earth when they entered the Heavenly Arrival State, unless they used a powerful formation or magic treasure to isolate it in advance. But why didn't Fang Jingtian do so?
It was hard to understand, but the expression in the Dead Dog's eyes was quite calm. It was evident that he knew the reason.
Fang Jingtian came to the front of the bamboo flute while stepping on the wild flowers on the ground. Silent, he looked at the flowers for a while.
The seven plum flowers were invisible, and the branches and leaves turned into dust and flew away. The bamboo flute was still the same bamboo flute.
Jing Jiu picked up the bamboo flute and played a few notes casually. He found he wasn't good at it, so he shook his head with a faint smile and bowed to the Dead Dog calmly.
An appreciative expression showed in the Dead Dog's eyes.
After the Battle of the West Ocean, Fang Jingtian was punished by Yuan Qijing to stay in the hermit peaks; he couldn't come out unless he reached the Heavenly Arrival State.
Fang Jingtian and Guangyuan Zhenren were the most likely to break through the Heavenly Arrival State in the Aoyama Sect, but it was not an easy task to break through the Heavenly Arrival State.
In the history of the Cultivation circle, countless Cultivation practitioners who had the potential to break through the Heavenly Arrival State had failed at the threshold.
The dried corpses in the hermit peaks were the proof.
In a sense, what Fang Jingtian faced was the true Death Gate.
This tremendous pressure could sometimes help the Cultivation practitioners advance, but sometimes it would become a mental barrier.
Unexpectedly, it took him only nine years to break through the Death Gate and enter the Heavenly Arrival State!
"It's not fair!"
An aged and resentful voice suddenly burst out on a green peak, "If Taiping hadn't helped you, you idiot wouldn't have been able to advance faster than me! I'm not satisfied! "
Fang Jingtian furrowed his brows slightly, not knowing from which peak his colleague was in that manor cave.
The Dead Dog knew that he was a swordsman on Mochen Peak, and he was regarded as a genius in sword work when he started his cultivation. He had reached the upper limit of the Broken Sea State after merely two hundred years of Cultivation.
Six hundred years ago, during the internal strife in Aoyama, Mochen Peak was massacred, and this person surrendered quickly. Taiping Zhenren valued his talent and allowed him to stay behind closed doors in the hermit peaks.
However, this person hadn't crossed the threshold after so many years.
The old voice that was filled with resentment and hatred did not ring out again.
The Dead Dog came to the front of that green peak and opened the stone door of the manor cave. He found that the person was already dead.
Looking at the skinny body and the twisted and dreadful face, the Dead Dog showed a nonchalant expression in his eyes, devoid of any sympathy or pity.
He picked up the skinny corpse with his mouth and leapt up on the cloud. He came to a remote mountain in the hermit peaks and put the corpse into a small cave that looked like a shrine.
Then, he inhaled deeply.
The sword light illuminated the mountain of corpses.
A flying sword of an extraordinary state flew out from the corpse.
The sword landed on the Dead Dog's ear like a strand of hair.
The Dead Dog didn't pay any attention to Fang Jingtian who was leaving.
Yuan Qijing had said that Fang Jingtian would be able to leave the hermit peaks as long as he could enter the Heavenly Arrival State.
As for whether Aoyama would have another internal strife … it was a matter between the two brothers. The Dead Dog didn't want to get involved this time.
As the Dead Dog buried the corpse, Fang Jingtian had already arrived in the Sword Jail.
When he saw the cell at the deep end of the narrow and long passageway again, he suddenly had a different feeling.
His Master had been imprisoned here by them; but who was in there now?
There were many things he had to do that day. Jing Jiu didn't think too much about it. He kept moving forward along the dark and gloomy passageway, and stopped in front of another cell.
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