On the west side of Bihu Peak, in front of the white cliff, there was a group of palaces, where the teachers and students of Bihu Peak cultivated.
Peak Head Chen Youtian stood in front of the Luochao Hall, looking at the island in the distance with his eyebrows slightly furrowed, feeling a bit worried.
He was the personal disciple of the former Peak Head of Bihu, not of the same lineage as Lei Poyun.
Over the years, he had been cultivating in seclusion in the hermit peaks in the depths of Aoyama. He only vaguely knew something had happened among the nine peaks, and he didn't want to face this kind of pressure at all. If he didn't want the lineage of Bihu Peak to end and the old monster of Shanghai Peak to take it away, he wouldn't have come back from the hermit peaks and defeated Chi Yan before the Inherited Sword Competition.
Tonight's thunderstorm was much more violent than he had expected, and he didn't know what it meant.
Two important figures of Bihu Peak had died, and they didn't die in the battle with the demons, but in a violent way.
Many disciples of Bihu Peak were indignant and wanted to ask the Sect Master for an answer, but he forcibly stopped them.
Was this the heavenly punishment? Because Bihu Peak had done such evil things?
Looking at the hundreds of thunderbolts in the night sky like a spider web, he thought in awe.
Many people among the nine peaks were also looking at Bihu Peak, enjoying the rare scenery.
Only a few people could vaguely perceive the abnormality in the heavenly punishment.
On the edge of the cliff of Tianguang Peak and the railing of Shangde Peak, the two tallest figures in Aoyama looked in the direction of Bihu Peak in silence.
Countless thunderbolts fell from the night sky, washed by the heavy rain into a dreamy scene.
What were they thinking while looking at such a beautiful scene?
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If the white cat really attacked him, he might die even though he was different from the common practitioners.
Jing Jiu thought silently.
To him now, that white cat was too scary.
"I know you didn't participate in that thing, because you don't have the guts."
For some reason, the more vigilant he was toward the white cat, the more casual and confident he was.
"But if you still choose not to stand on my side this time, you know what I will do."
After saying this, he turned around and was ready to leave.
On the surface, his words were forceful enough, and the way he left seemed to be casual. He did not think much of the white cat.
But in the next moment, he knew that he was wrong. He had forgotten how meticulous the white cat's observations were. This turn of events seemed to have come too suddenly.
As expected, the white cat suddenly raised its right paw and waved it at him from a distance of several hundred feet.
It was still very vigilant and careful. Its claws were not even extended, as if it was ready to retract them at any time.
Therefore, this action looked very cute, as if it was trying to tickle Jing Jiu.
In fact, it was a very scary move.
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In the night sky, the huge net made of hundreds of lightning bolts, which stretched for tens of miles, was suddenly pulled out of shape.
It was as if an invisible giant hand had scratched through the night sky.
Many bolts of lightning broke off from the center and fused together in an extremely short period of time. They turned into an extremely thick beam of light and fell towards the blue lake.
The cat's claws easily tore through the dense rain and arrived in front of him.
At the same time, the extremely thick bolt of lightning and the beam of cold light descended together.
With a muffled sound, the lightning and the beam of cold light accurately struck Jing Jiu's chest and abdomen at the same time.
There were no cries of pain, nor were there any screams. Jing Jiu was like a stone that could not feel anything. He was directly thrown hundreds of feet away.
He landed in the lake. The splash was not large, and the sound could not possibly be louder than the torrential rain.
The lake gradually calmed down.
The calmness here referred to the scene of the evenly spread waves in a rainstorm.
The white cat left the palace and slowly walked to the lakeside.
Its long fur drooped from the rainstorm, but it did not look disheveled. Instead, it looked very majestic.
It was like a beast king inspecting its territory. Silently, it looked at the lake, focused and vigilant.
After an unknown amount of time, there was still no movement in the lake.
The vigilance in its eyes gradually faded, replaced by a sense of pride and cruelty.
Suddenly, its pupils shrank to the size of beans. Its body tilted slightly to the right, ready to turn and flee at any time.
The blue lake under the torrential rain seemed to be the same as before.
Gradually, a wave appeared on the surface of the water. Jing Jiu walked out.
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In the rainstorm, a man and a cat faced off.
Jing Jiu knew that the white cat did not really want to kill him when it waved its paw. It was just testing him.
Of course, if he died, the white cat would also be very happy.
Or, if it was sure that he was weak and could be killed at any time, then … it might really kill him.
Cats were such animals.
When it needed its master to feed it, it could be very gentle and humble.
When its master could not provide it with food, it would jump out of the window without hesitation. It would not have any reluctance to leave.
What was even more frightening was that if you died and it had no food to eat, then you would become its food.
The most frightening thing was that at that time, it would often start to bite you from your face. The white fur would be stained with blood, and the scene would be very touching.
Jing Jiu walked towards the white cat.
His breathing was very steady, and his footsteps were also very steady. Other than the clothes on his chest being torn, there was nothing strange about him.
The terrifying bolt of lightning and the cold light from the cat's paw did not seem to affect him at all.
Seeing this scene, the white cat's shrunken pupils showed a strong sense of confusion, and then unease.
Why aren't you dead? Why aren't you hurt at all?
Jing Jiu walked to the white cat and squatted down, raising his right hand.
The white cat stared at his hand and wanted to turn around and run, but for some reason, it did not move.
Its fur was all standing up, and it was very alert, because it felt danger.
This danger did not originate from Jing Jiu's strength, but from its instincts, or rather, from the mark that had been branded into its soul for countless years.
"Liu Ada."
Jing Jiu looked at the white cat and said, "After feeding you for so many years, you still can't get used to it?"
He did not expect that the white cat would have such a strange name.
Jing Jiu's hand fell.
The white cat turned its head and pretended not to see what he was doing, but its body was trembling slightly. It was obviously resisting the urge to run away.
Jing Jiu thought, you are still the same as before, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, timid and sensitive. Before you know the opponent's strength, you will not dare to make a move.
As he thought of these things, his hand had already landed on the white cat's head, and he gently rubbed it.
Jing Jiu was very familiar with the way he stroked the cat.
His hand slid from the white cat's head to its neck, down to its back, and then down to its tail like a light breeze.
Then, he repeated this action again.
The cycle seemed like it would never stop.
If Chi Yan, Mei Li, and the others saw this scene, they would definitely not suspect that he was from the Guocheng Temple.
He stroked Liu Shisui and Zhao Layue's heads in the same way.
This was just a habit of his, and it had nothing to do with the blessing.
As he stroked it, the white cat gradually stopped trembling, and its emotions became a lot more stable.
Jing Jiu looked at the white cat and asked, "Are you worried that he is still alive, and if you stand on my side, he will come to make trouble for you in the future?"
The white cat was lying on the wet grass, but it did not feel uncomfortable. Hearing this question, it still looked away, but its ears twitched.
Jing Jiu understood what it meant.
— — You already know the answer.
"Then, between the two of us, you've decided to remain neutral?"
Jing Jiu continued to ask.
The white cat turned around and glanced at him.
— — Who would I dare to offend against a pair of terrifying martial brothers like you?
"I know, so that's how it is."
Jing Jiu's voice was like his tattered white robe, soaked through by the rain, becoming a bit faint.
He stood up and looked at the palace at the bottom of the western cliff, saying, "That child Lei Poyun probably didn't know anything, but he died because of him, what a pity."
The white cat thought, if that kind of idiot died, then so be it, what's there to feel pity about?
"I'll come see you later."
Jing Jiu looked at the white cat and said.
The white cat coldly glanced at him, meaning to say, let's talk when you're still alive.
Jing Jiu walked towards the lake, quickly disappearing into the water, and could no longer be seen.
The white cat turned around and arrived in front of a large tree.
The wild cats on the tree had already moved far away.
The white cat lightly leapt like a ghost, leaping to the top of the tree that was over ten feet high.
It lazily lay on its front paws, not caring about the torrential rain at all.
Looking at the surface of the lake, confirming that Jing Jiu had really left, the cruelty in its eyes quickly disappeared.
The thunderstorm gradually stopped, the Soul Wood in the palace automatically sank into the spirit vein to nourish itself, and the island returned to peace.
The night clouds dispersed, and the stars once again appeared in the sky.
The starlight fell on the blue lake, as if it had become a mirror.
The white cat silently lay on the tree, looking at the blue lake, the emotions in its eyes became a bit warmer, as well as a bit nostalgic.
Sure enough, the tree bark wasn't as comfortable as rubbing it with his palm. It was warm and soft.
It suddenly felt a bit tired.
Jing Jiu's current realm was indeed very low, but the mental pressure he brought with him was too strong.
It yawned, its mouth wide open.
The night sky darkened, the silver lake flickered, and the starlight seemed to lessen a lot.
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