Yesterday's chapter was edited until eight o 'clock. After it was published, there were even a few edits, from the chapter name to the last few sentences. As for the ending of the chapter, it should have been 'The Rain Has Stopped'. That would have been more in line with the story and Jing Jiu's style. It would have been plain and ordinary. Even if there were thousands of styles, it would have been a simple outline. In the end, two sentences about thunder were added, thinking that although it was a bit tacky and thunderous, there should be a thunderclap.)
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When the rain stopped, it was no longer a rainy day.
The thunder was like a bolt from the blue.
People felt like they were struck by lightning.
An Aoyama disciple was distracted and fell from his flying sword. Fortunately, he was saved in time and did not fall to his death in the stone forest.
Most people were shocked speechless. They stared at the young man in white in the hut.
There were also many people who wondered if their ears had been damaged by the thunder and they had heard wrongly.
The sound of thunder was still reverberating in the sky, circling around like a gigantic yet formless bird that was constantly flying.
Other than that, there was no sound from the peaks of Aoyama. It was extremely quiet.
Zhuo Rusui's eyelids, which were usually drooping, were raised to the highest point, filled with horror.
Guo Nanshan and others were also shocked to the extreme, standing on the same spot like stone statues.
Lei Il-kyung, Yao Songshan, and the other young disciples' faces were flushed, but their eyes were filled with confusion.
Whether they were willing or not, at least at this moment, no one could accept the truth. But the next moment, they realized that many important people were so calm … such as Zen Master, Bai Zhenren, and Uncle-Master Yuan Qijing. This made them extremely shocked. Could it be that all of this was real?
Didn't Uncle-Master Jingyang ascend? Why was he still in the human world, and how did he become this person?
In the face of the thunderstorm falling from the sky, people's reactions were different. Some would cover their heads and hide, some would climb onto rooftops and shout for the rain to collect their clothes, some would pull out their swords from their sheaths and point them at the sky, shouting "Come and fight", only to be chopped into charred trees.
Yuan Qu was already scorched by now. He felt smoke rising from the top of his head.
Gu Qing lowered his head and looked at the beads of sweat on the ground. He didn't know what kind of mood he was in, and whether or not he remembered those most secretive conjectures from before.
Standing behind Bu Qiuxiao and looking at Jing Jiu on the peak top, Liu Shisui opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word. He didn't need to practice the Vow of Silence. He knew that his Young Master was not a simple person, and he even had some very absurd conjectures. But he didn't dare to continue his conjectures back then. Unexpectedly, the reality was even more absurd than those conjectures!
"So you are Jingyang …"
Nan Wang's face was pale as he muttered, "No wonder it's like this, but why didn't I think of it?"
More and more people had calmed down and come to their senses like her.
In the last few years, the Cultivation circle in Chaotian had been guessing whether Jing Jiu was the descendant of the Immortal Jingyang; it was because what had happened to him was too unbelievable.
They had realized by now that this was the real answer.
Why was Jing Jiu so talented in Cultivation? Why was he the sect master in the Will of the Immortal Liu Ci?
It was because he was the Immortal Jingyang!
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A thunderstorm occurred on the Chess Board Mountain that day, and the lightning illuminated the Go board under the pavilion.
Tong Yan, who was said to be unparalleled in the Go playing, was defeated by the disciple of Aoyama who had obviously just started to learn Go.
The Painting of Bloody Plum Blossoms, which was still kept in the Royal Palace, represented that the disciple of Aoyama had killed a great many demons of the Snowy Kingdom in one night during the Cultivation tournament in the snowland.
The dilapidated stone forest at the foot of Tianguang Peak witnessed how that disciple of Aoyama defeated a few swordsmen of Liangwang Peak in a row, and broke Guo Nanshan's Blue Ocean Sword in half by doing so.
Different people recalled different scenes. In the end, they all thought of the Buzhou Peak in the Illusionary Realm of the Green Sky Mirror.
The sword wielded by that disciple of Aoyama toward the sky and the rules of the Illusionary Realm was the Breaking Heaven.
What he had done was to ascend.
"The reason that Shanghai Peak would testify for the name of Jing Jiu is that I knew he was the Young Senior Master a long time ago."
Yuan Qijing continued while looking at Fang Jingtian with a nonchalant expression, "You should have guessed it a long time ago; why do you have to ask me about it today?"
As soon as this statement came out, all the dust had settled.
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The well was the scenery, and the Upper Nine was the Yang.
Jing Jiu was Jingyang.
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Looking at Jing Jiu in the hut, Bu Qiuxiao recalled the conversation they had in Zhaoge City many years ago, feeling a complicated emotion. "It turns out that he is the Immortal," he remarked sentimentally.
Having said that, he bowed to Jing Jiu from a distance, bowing to him. There were many others who did the same thing as Bu Qiuxiao, like Duke Of He and Zhang Yi 'ai who had stood up a long time ago, and the people of Ōzawa and the Mirror Sect. The Sect Master of the Platanus Sect, Chen Xuejiao, bowed to Jing Jiu respectfully while sitting in a wheelchair.
Xiang Wanshu and other disciples of the younger generation looked at Jing Jiu with admiration and awe in their eyes.
The eyes of He Wei and the others were full of incredulity and incredulity.
The Immortal Jingyang was the highest in Chaotian in terms of generation, talent, and Cultivation state.
Everybody thought that he had ascended decades ago; they didn't expect him to still be in the human world.
Besides Bai Zhenren who had guessed the truth a long time ago, and Zen Master and Yuan Qijing who knew the truth, there were only two people who didn't show any reaction from the beginning to the end.
Bai Zao lowered his head slightly. The wind tousled his black hair in front of his eyes, turning the scene on the peak top and that person into many scenes.
A teardrop gathered on his eyelashes, but it didn't fall down; it was because his eyelashes didn't quiver.
Though he knew it a long time ago, he still felt sad, but he had no choice but to accept it.
Yet, he still felt sad.
The spring breeze could pass through White Town, but it couldn't pass through the snowland that had lasted for six years.
The beauty could pass through the hero, but it couldn't pass through the begonia tree.
The other person who didn't show any reaction was Zhao Layue.
Of course, she didn't feel sad, because she had been by his side and done many things together. She had guessed who he was a long time ago, and she had tried to ask him about it.
Jing Jiu didn't deny it.
As such, she felt slightly surprised, but at the same time, she felt relieved and relieved.
Keeping this secret, even if she was with the person involved, was a great deal of pressure.
"You finally don't want to conceal it anymore, do you?"
She thought to herself while looking at Jing Jiu in the hut.
Yet, he had concealed it for so many years; why did he admit it so calmly and casually today? It was like the Queen of the Snowy Kingdom who had prepared in the snowland for tens of thousands of years and finally led the monster invasion to the south to unify Chaotian; but she was slapped to death by a monk as soon as she arrived in White Town …
She was still bewildered and puzzled.
Even if Fang Jingtian came prepared and prevented him from traveling the world as Jing Jiu, he could still give another explanation.
Yuan Qijing would continue to conceal it for him, and Zen Master would also speak up for him; but why did he admit it?
Zhao Layue thought of a possibility, feeling a bit sorry for him.
He was indeed tired.
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The others didn't think the same way as Zhao Layue. In their eyes, it was evident that Fang Jingtian had proof that Jing Jiu was not the second son of the Jing House in Zhaoge City. As such, Jing Jiu had no choice but to admit his identity. On the contrary, they couldn't understand something else.
According to Yuan Qijing, Fang Jingtian had guessed the true identity of Jing Jiu a long time ago; but why did he force Jing Jiu to admit that he was the Immortal Jingyang?
If Jing Jiu wanted to claim the position of the sect master of Aoyama and claimed that the Immortal Liu Ci wrote Jing Jiu instead of Jingyang … he would become a joke.
If the Immortal Jingyang intended to be the sect master of Aoyama, there was no need for a Will.
Who in Aoyama and the whole of Chaotian dared to disobey him?
Fang Jingtian suddenly burst out laughing while looking at the ground.
There were no beads of sweat on the ground, nor were there any tears on his eyelids. There were only the rocks on the top of Tianguang Peak that had witnessed tens of thousands of years in Aoyama.
His smile contained a complicated emotion, a hint of self-mockery, a hint of sadness, and a hint of elation that he had endured for many years.
"Are you Jingyang's … Senior Master?"
Fang Jingtian lifted his head and said expressionlessly while looking at Jing Jiu, "Hasn't Senior Master Jingyang ascended?"
Jing Jiu said, "I haven't finished something yet."
This was the answer he gave to Zen Master in the Guocheng Temple.
Fang Jingtian didn't believe this answer of course. As he raised his white eyebrows, the mockery in his smile grew more apparent.
"Even though you have failed, you are still so carefree, like a fairy man sitting on the cloud."
Jing Jiu continued while looking at Jing Jiu, "In this aspect, you are indeed similar to Young Senior Master."
The people around Tianguang Peak didn't know what he was talking about.
Since Jing Jiu was the Immortal Jingyang, Jing Jiu was of course similar to the Immortal Jingyang.
"Perhaps, if you play a role for a long time, you will become more and more like the role; but you will often forget who you are."
Fang Jingtian continued calmly while looking at Jing Jiu, "Have you also forgotten that you are not Senior Master Jingyang, but a sword?"
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(Puff! Pooh! I scold myself first to show my respect. It's just that I don't know why I'm feeling so down these days, and I'm at the climax of this book, so I don't dare write more. I should cherish what I write and write slowly. Please don't scold me. I'm a person who needs a lot of love. The more love I get, the better I write!)
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