Jing Jiu didn't mention his discovery to Zhao Layue and said, "A sigh isn't enough for you to do so many things."
Zhao Layue said, "At first, I thought it was an illusion, but after thinking about it, I felt something was wrong and felt restless. Half a year later, I couldn't help but investigate this disciple of the Underworld through my family. I thought that if there was nothing wrong, I wouldn't think about it anymore."
Since the temporary armistice between the human race and the Underworld, the two sides had been communicating in secret. The Zhao Family had a high status in Zhaoge City and influence in the military, so they had their own channels to investigate.
"Did you find anything wrong?" asked Jing Jiu.
"No, I didn't find anything wrong, but I didn't find this person."
Looking at the corpse in the pit, Zhao Layue said, "It seems that this person doesn't exist in the Underworld."
"What's his name?" asked Jing Jiu.
Zhao Layue said, "In the restaurant, he told me his name was Yin San."
The Underworld was very particular about the soul-fire returning to its hometown. Any deceased wandering outside would be carefully recorded in the Book of the Underworld.
If the name Yin San couldn't be found in the Book of the Underworld, it could only mean that it was a fake name or more secrets were hidden.
"Master Meng," said Jing Jiu suddenly.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Layue said, "Yes, I began to investigate Master Meng in secret."
Master Meng was her teacher in the outer gate, and he cared for her very much, just like how Master Lü cared for Liu Shisui and Jing Jiu.
Now Master Meng was cultivating in seclusion at the Shanghai Peak, and he was trying to break through to the State of Free Travel after receiving the medicine from his teacher.
"It seems that he has received too much reward for taking care of you."
"Yes, I can only suspect that he is from the Shanghai Peak."
Jing Jiu glanced at her and said, "Is there any other reason besides the fact that he is from the Shanghai Peak?"
Zhao Layue said, "Everyone in the nine peaks of Aoyama knows that Uncle-Master Sword Justice doesn't like Uncle-Master Jingyang. Their relationship has always been bad."
Jing Jiu did not comment on this.
Zhao Layue continued, "From the clues provided by Master Meng and Yin San, the Curtain Rollers found out that two pieces of Thunder-Soul Wood were missing from Bihu Peak before the Three Thousand Miles Forbidden Area. With the guards around, these two pieces of Thunder-Soul Wood definitely couldn't be sent out of the nine peaks, so where were they now? When I was about to continue the investigation, Bihu Peak was alerted. You know what happened next. "
The Thunder-Soul Wood was the most precious treasure of Bihu Peak. Whether it was used to cultivate the supreme Way of the Sword or to comprehend the power of heaven and earth, it had unparalleled effects.
It was said that if a cultivator was able to surpass the Heavenly Attainment State, he could even use the Thunder-Soul Wood to transfer his soul, which was equivalent to having another life.
Such a precious treasure would naturally be closely guarded by the Aoyama Sect. However, two pieces of Thunder-Soul Wood were inexplicably missing. No matter how one thought about it, there must be something wrong.
The former Peak Master of Bihu, Lei Poyun, suddenly suffered from Qi Deviation and was killed by Yuan Qijing in the wilderness. It might have something to do with this.
But Jing Jiu did not care about these things. He just looked at Zhao Layue.
Zhao Layue did not say what clues she had found from Master Meng and Yin San, but he knew that if they wanted to ask the Curtain Rollers to investigate the internal affairs of the Aoyama Sect, the number one sword sect in the world, they would have to pay a high price. Thinking of the fact that this little girl had been cultivating arduously in the Sword Peak all these years just to climb to the Shenmo Peak and have a look …
He suddenly reached out his hand and rubbed her head.
Zhao Layue opened her eyes wide and stared at him.
Jing Jiu looked at her calmly and seriously, saying, "Don't investigate this anymore."
Zhao Layue asked, "Why?"
Jing Jiu said in his mind, "Because I'm worried that I can't protect you."
He silently activated his Sword Source, and the iron sword vibrated at a speed invisible to the naked eye, making buzzing sounds like a swarm of bees.
Zhao Layue's expression changed slightly. She was about to stop him, but it was too late.
Several sword fires fell along with the iron sword, floating on the corpse of the Underworld disciple.
The corpse burned fiercely and turned into a pile of ashes in an instant.
Zhao Layue stared at him, wanting an explanation.
Jing Jiu did not explain.
Zhao Layue rose on the sword and turned into a beam of light, disappearing into the sky.
Jing Jiu looked at the empty sky, thinking that the little girl was really angry. She actually asked him to walk back …
Logically speaking, he had reached the consummate state of Perfect Preservation and should be able to fly on the sword. But for some reason, he had never flown on a sword.
He looked at the iron sword and shook his head.
Then, his line of sight followed the iron sword and fell on the pile of ashes at the bottom of the pit.
"Yin San … That's a good name."
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In a restaurant in Cloudy Town, a pot of hotpot was boiling near the railing.
Jing Jiu sat by the table, looking at the ingredients floating in the hotpot, without any intention of lifting his chopsticks.
As a Cultivation practitioner, he did not have too many desires for the secular world, nor was he interested in the delicacies from Yizhou or the popular Underworld.
Many years ago, someone once told him that a Cultivation practitioner should understand the beauty of life if he pursued immortality, so that he could obtain sufficient internal motivation.
He did not quite understand this sentence, just like he did not understand the saying that two people should not step into the same river.
Now, he finally understood the meaning of that person, and he also roughly understood the whole thing.
The duck intestines had sunk to the bottom of the pot, drowned.
The Sichuan pepper was still floating, calling for help.
The tripe and the yellow throat were faintly discernible, but it was unclear whether they were dead or alive.
"You are really confident to use this name. The fake death is too crude. But you probably did not expect that I would come back."
Looking at the empty seat across the table, Jing Jiu said, "I hope to see you again as soon as possible."
Having said that, he stood up and left the restaurant.
The hotpot was still boiling, giving off an alluring fragrance. No one knew when it would dry up.
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In the evening, Jing Jiu returned to Shenmo Peak.
He walked to the top of the peak along the narrow mountain path.
Along the way, the shadows of the trees swayed. The monkeys followed him eagerly, offering all kinds of fruits from time to time to see if he would like to eat them.
"No," Jing Jiu said.
Shenmo Peak was located in the depths of Aoyama, the most remote of the nine peaks.
Even though Cloudy Town was on the edge of Aoyama, it was still hundreds of miles to come back from there.
It took Jing Jiu half a day to come back, so he was a bit tired. Besides, walking was a repetitive action that he disliked the most, so he was in a bad mood.
Of course, nobody knew if his bad mood had anything to do with the corpse outside Cloudy Town.
The monkeys sensed Jing Jiu's mood, so they didn't dare make any more noise. They followed him in Silence, and a few low cries could be heard once in a while.
Jing Jiu halted his steps and found two of the monkeys were wounded, probably because of the fight with the monkeys of Shiyue Peak a few days ago.
Jing Jiu flicked a magic pill into the forest, saying, "Share them."
This magic pill was a secret medicine of Shiyue Peak, called the Single-Hearted Pill. It didn't help much in Cultivation, but it had a miraculous effect in healing wounds and replenishing blood, so it was very precious.
If the masters of Shiyue Peak knew that Jing Jiu fed the monkeys with the Single-Hearted Pill, they would be furious to death.
Jing Jiu kept on walking, and came to the middle of the mountain. A dozen fallen tree trunks were piled up in front of a cliff.
Gu Qing was busy all the time; he was actually repairing the house.
Jing Jiu didn't stop, nor did he talk to Jing Jiu. He flew over the cliff, and soon arrived at the peak top.
Standing by the cliff's edge, Zhao Layue looked like a fairy maiden, her dress fluttering in the wind, if one ignored her short, messy hair.
She turned to Jing Jiu and said, "I'll keep on investigating."
Jing Jiu asked, "Didn't you already know that he was prepared in advance and nothing bad would happen to him?"
Zhao Layue said while staring into Jing Jiu's eyes, "But he hasn't shown up yet."
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