The night was the darkest when it was raining. The clouds were thick and heavy, and there was no starlight at all. It was dark everywhere.
Jing Jiu stood on the top of Bihu Peak in silence. His white clothes were fluttering in the night wind, but he didn't make any sound.
Different from the other peaks, the top of Bihu Peak was very flat, and it covered a large area. There was a blue lake in the middle.
That was how Bihu Peak got its name.
There was an island in the middle of the blue lake, and there was a palace on the island. It looked cold and gloomy in the storm.
The palace wasn't the residence of the Peak Master of Bihu. It belonged to someone else.
Jing Jiu looked at the palace in Silence. No one knew what he was thinking.
The nine peaks of Aoyama were heavily guarded. Because of the palace, Bihu Peak was even more heavily guarded. There were sword formations everywhere on the peak.
Somehow, those sword formations didn't seem to exist for Jing Jiu. He arrived at the peak easily without alerting anyone.
If he were a swordsman in the Broken Sea State, it might be possible. But he was just a young disciple who had just entered the Inherited Will State. How could he do that?
The Formation of Aoyama had left a passage in the night sky above Bihu Peak, as if it had opened an opening.
The storm kept falling. Countless flashes of lightning lit up the night sky from time to time. They fell on the island in the middle of the blue lake, as if they were going to break the palace into pieces.
The rain was heavy, and the blue lake was covered with snow waves. The lightning disappeared silently, as if it had been swallowed by the palace. It was a weird scene.
Looking at the island in the rainstorm, Jing Jiu's expression was grave.
From the mountain village to the South Pine Pavilion, to the Stream of Sword Washing, and then to the Shenmo Peak, he was calm no matter what kind of people and things happened to him.
But tonight was different.
He knew that the palace was the secret place where the Aoyama Sect nurtured the Soul Wood with the power of thunder.
No disciples of Aoyama were guarding the palace, because White Ghost, one of the four Guardians of Aoyama … lived here.
The storm was getting heavier, but the number of flashes of lightning was decreasing. Jing Jiu walked toward the blue lake.
With his current state, he could walk on the lake, but he wouldn't do that.
If he did that, he might be seen by the disciples of Bihu Peak who were returning with their swords.
More importantly, he didn't want to alarm the other party in advance.
Back then, he followed the stream out of the stone wall and fell into the lake. He learned this move. It was clumsy, but it was indeed useful.
But now he didn't have to carry a heavy rock.
Like a stone, he slowly sank to the bottom of the lake and walked forward.
The lake was getting deeper and deeper, but his footsteps were still steady and silent. Even the flow of water around him didn't change much.
The fishes that were disturbed by the rainstorm didn't seem to notice his existence.
As time passed, his speed became slower and slower, and his expression became more and more solemn.
He could clearly feel that there was a pressure in front of him, like that of a god.
The closer they got to the island, the more terrifying the pressure became.
The lake began to become shallower. Occasionally, one could see the white light brought by the lightning above.
He stepped onto the island in the middle of the lake. The night sky above him was the passage opened by the Aoyama Formation.
The storm here was even more intense, and the night was even darker. The terrifying power of the lightning that struck from time to time could be felt even more clearly.
That pressure did not come from the sky.
Jing Jiu became one with the rainstorm.
He looked at the palace not far away in Silence.
This was the place where the Principal Guard lived. The disciples of Bihu Peak were not allowed to enter, so many wild animals lived on the island.
In the rainstorm, one could vaguely hear some sounds, and there were many green lights on the trees.
Jing Jiu knew that those were not mountain ghosts, but wild cats.
The wild cats' fur was wet by the rainwater, and they were licking their bodies in vain. They didn't notice his arrival.
Looking at the palace in the rain, Jing Jiu took a step forward.
He made sure that he didn't make any sound.
He didn't breathe, and this step happened in the interval between his heartbeats.
However, a line of sight fell on him.
How could he be discovered so early?
It seemed that he was destined to be at a disadvantage in this negotiation.
As Jing Jiu thought of this, he looked in that direction.
Just then, a loud boom came from the night sky.
A thick bolt of lightning struck down, illuminating the whole palace.
There was a window in a corner.
A white cat was lying on the windowsill.
There was no rain there, but its fur was still wet.
The white cat's fur was very long, and after being wet, it tangled into bunches, which looked a little ugly.
But if one looked at it for a long time, he would sometimes have the illusion that those bunches of fur were swords.
The white cat squinted its eyes. It looked lazy and harmless.
But its eyes emitted a very enchanting light, like the most unreal dream, or like a bottomless abyss, making people want to fall into it.
If it were an ordinary disciple of Aoyama, being stared at by this pair of enchanting cat eyes, he would probably pass out from fright.
Jing Jiu didn't, but his expression was very solemn.
Back on the top of Yunxing Peak, Zuo Yi, a swordsman of the Undefeated State, still couldn't find him, and was killed by his sneak attack.
But this white cat found him easily.
"Long time no see."
Jing Jiu looked at the white cat and said.
His voice was very low and completely covered by the rain, but he knew that the cat could hear him.
The white cat squinted, turned its head, and adjusted its posture to make sure it was lying more comfortably, as if it didn't hear Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu continued, "Who did Lei Poyun give that Thunder-Soul Wood to?"
The white cat yawned soundlessly. It looked very lazy.
Jing Jiu knew that this was an illusion, and that the other party had already made up his mind and could attack at any time.
With his current realm, he was no match for this white cat, and he didn't even have the chance to fight back.
Lightning illuminated the palace from time to time.
Danger was right in front of him.
The rain fell in front of him.
Through the waterfall-like rain, Jing Jiu looked at the cat on the windowsill in Silence and said, "You aren't surprised by my appearance, it seems that you already knew about this. Of the four of you, you are the most sensitive and vigilant. The other three may not have noticed, but how could you not have noticed such a big thing? "
The white cat slowly turned its head, and its gaze fell on him.
"I already have the answer. Tonight, I just wanted to confirm it with you."
Jing Jiu said, "I admit, I am indeed a bit unwilling."
The white cat's eyes revealed a sense of mockery and coldness, as if to say, "Even you have such a day?"
"Four years ago, you watched me get into trouble. Didn't you think of what if I didn't die?"
Jing Jiu said, "How about using your bones to sharpen the sword?"
The white cat stared at him, its tail slowly standing up and exploding in all directions, like the autumn reeds in a wetland, very beautiful, but also very frightening.
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