There was a soft clap.
Ah Da landed on the ground and raised his right hind leg. He sniffed his body carefully and only relaxed after confirming that there was no smell of saliva.
When it raised its head and saw the mountain, it couldn't help but jump in fright.
When it came to the hermit peaks to play, it had rummaged through this stone mountain many times, but … when did you change your diet?
The corpses of the Aoyama elites did not contain any Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, but their blood, flesh, tendons, and bones still contained Sword Will, which was a great supplement. However … this was against the rules of the Aoyama Sect!
He shot a gloomy glance at the Dead Dog, wondering how he could act so recklessly after Yuan Qijing was dead.
It was true that the Dead Dog didn't know the Two-Mind Connection, so he didn't know what this cat was thinking about. He walked to the side of the rocky mountain and dug a deep pit with his front paw.
The corpse of a monster from the Snow Kingdom was buried in the pit. Just by looking at its appearance, one could tell that its rank was extremely high.
Ada walked to the edge of the pit and took a look. He meowed in disgust.
The expression in the Dead Dog's eyes changed slightly, as he thought that this was a treasure he had kept for himself; why did he dislike it? After thinking for a moment, he walked to another area and dug out another corpse.
This was the corpse of a swordsman of the Underworld. His soul fire had all turned into broken crystals. He didn't know what it tasted like, but he was certain that it would be extremely helpful to his cultivation.
The eyes in which Ada looked at the Dead Dog were full of sympathy and pity.
I have a good life at Shenmo Peak, I can drink spicy food, and I can even step on … Tsk tsk, you're still eating these things when you're living like this?
The Dead Dog shot a puzzled glance at him.
Ah Da meowed, indicating that he was suddenly not hungry anymore.
The Dead Dog didn't think too much about it. He lowered his head and ate half of the corpse of the swordsman of the Underworld, and then buried it carefully. He didn't forget to bury the corpse of the monster of the Snowy Kingdom as well.
…
…
It was dawn.
Then it went dark.
It was dawn.
Then it was dark again.
The sword light stopped.
The pit was dug out.
Then, it was filled up.
He dug it again.
It was filled up again.
There was no food left.
Dust continued to fall from the stone monument on Tianguang Peak, but the intervals between each fall were getting longer and longer.
Some of the Aoyama disciples left and returned to bring fruits to their masters.
The Immortals of Aoyama were not afraid of hunger, but they were afraid of boredom.
Lying in the mouth of the Dead Dog, Ada looked at the distant sky through his teeth that were as big as stone pillars, wondering why the Dead Dog didn't let him out now that the victor had been decided.
His white robe fluttered lightly, much more vivid than the clouds in the sky.
Jing Jiu landed on the mountain, lowered his body, and stuck the bamboo flute back into the soil.
Thin green branches drilled out from the holes of the bamboo flute, swaying in the wind as they grew. Soon, they spread out, and then small white flowers bloomed in twos and threes, followed by a sea of flowers that covered the entire mountain.
Fang Jingtian lay in the sea of flowers, panting heavily. He no longer had the sage-like demeanor. He looked like a seriously ill old man.
Among the Mighty Ones of the Aoyama Sect, Guangyuan Zhenren was known for being quiet and low-key. However, he was the one who looked the least like an immortal.
Since many years ago, he had been like a regular rich man. No matter how his two thin and long silvery eyebrows fluttered, they couldn't wash away the tackiness on him.
The tackiness was not the usual tackiness; it was the homely and lively feeling related to the human world.
From this point of view, Taiping Zhenren had so many disciples, but Jing Jiu was the one who looked the most like an immortal.
In comparison to Guangyuan, Nan Wang and the other disciples who joined the sect later, Jing Jiu had stayed at Shanghai Peak longer, so he had a deep impression of his Master.
It was for these reasons that he was more loyal to Taiping Zhenren than to the others, and he hated Jing Jiu and the others even more.
"F * ck your ancestors," said Fang Jingtian while looking at Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu said, "Though the Sword Pill is broken, it doesn't mean that it can't be cultivated again. I've seen someone cultivate again with a broken Golden Pill in the snowland. It should be the same method. Do you want to learn it?"
"F * ck your great-grandmother," said Fang Jingtian.
As if he hadn't heard Jing Jiu, Jing Jiu continued calmly, "Of course, there's something wrong with your Sword Ghost. It's showing signs of dispersing. If you want to recover, you'll need more than two hundred years. You should be able to hold on until that day."
"F * ck your mother," said Fang Jingtian.
"Just stay here and treat your wounds. Try your best to stay alive. It's never good to die."
Looking at the sky, Jing Jiu said, "We'll meet again soon."
"F * ck you," said Fang Jingtian while gasping for breath.
"No," said Jing Jiu.
Having said that, Jing Jiu left the hermit peaks.
Coming to the passageway of the Sword Jail, Jing Jiu stopped at a certain place, turned around and looked at the cell at the end of the quiet passageway on his left, and suddenly sat down cross-legged.
A great many formidable sword wills were hidden in the passageway, which were set up by Jing Jiu many years ago. Even he himself couldn't withstand them; but the situation had changed.
In the cell, the Snow Girl squatted on the bamboo chair, looking at the fake icy peaks and snowland. She knew that Jing Jiu had arrived, but she had no intention of turning around.
After a long while, she seemed to have sensed something, a gleam flashing in her dark pupils. She turned around slowly and looked at the stone door of the cell.
Their gazes met in the air through the stone door of the cell, and then countless invisible turbulence occurred.
Jing Jiu and that person in the cell had sat silently and faced each other a few times, and Jing Jiu had always been at a disadvantage during those times. But it was a bit different today.
This should be the first time he could talk to her as an equal since he met her on the Cold Mountain.
Of course, this was merely an equal attitude, and it didn't mean that he had the same ability as her.
The Snow Girl suddenly made two gurgling sounds.
"You've grown stronger after one hundred years, so I'll give you enough respect. Since you want to exchange, let's exchange."
Jing Jiu said, "The bamboo chair has decayed a hundred years ago; why should I exchange it for the fairy energy in my body?"
The Snow Girl stopped talking, and turned around to look at the patch of icy peaks and snowland that hadn't changed at all.
Jing Jiu said, "Do me a favor a few days later, and you'll be doing yourself a favor."
The Snow Girl lifted her head slowly to look at the stone wall.
It was Shangde Peak above the stone wall.
It was the sky above Shangde Peak.
What was above the sky?
She made two gurgling sounds.
…
…
Jing Jiu came out of the well with the help of the sunlight.
He leapt up in the wind and snow and left the peak.
The top of Tianguang Peak was filled with people.
Countless gazes were fixed on Jing Jiu.
He came out of the hermit peaks alone, so the outcome was clear.
The elders and disciples of Xilai Peak had pale faces, and those who supported Fang Jingtian on the other peaks had a terrible look on their faces.
Guangyuan Zhenren had mixed feelings, but before he could ask, Nan Wang beat him to it.
"You didn't really kill him, did you?" she asked while staring at Jing Jiu.
Guangyuan Zhenren hastily said to Nan Wang, "Since Heaven and Earth couldn't sense him, Big Brother's life is not in danger."
Nan Wang said, "When he broke through the Heavenly Arrival State in the hermit peaks, Heaven and Earth couldn't sense him; how can you be so sure?"
Jing Jiu was annoyed, so he said, "He's not dead."
Fang Jingtian's injuries were so severe that he was only one step away from death, and he wouldn't be able to recover without several hundred years. Besides, he wouldn't be able to leave the hermit peaks except for Ascension, which was not much different from death.
Hearing this, Nan Wang didn't say anything.
"We pay our respects to the Immortal Sect Master!"
Everyone on Tianguang Peak knelt down, including the elders and disciples of Xilai Peak.
Jing Jiu said something to Zhao Layue, then leaped up into the air and flew toward Shenmo Peak.
Yuan Qu was shocked when he heard what Jing Jiu said, wondering if he really had to deal with it in this way.
No matter how shocked he was, he had to deal with it, since he was Zhao Layue's disciple.
As the saying goes, when the teacher is in trouble, the disciple will take care of it.
Yuan Qu walked up to Jin Sidao, the Yunxing Peak Master, and said seriously, "Big Brother, get ready."
Jin Sidao was feeling uneasy because Fang Jingtian had been defeated by the Immortal Sect Leader. "What?" he asked with a frown.
"The Immortal Sect Leader said by the Stream of Sword Washing the other day that Younger Brother Ping Yong-ka would take over the Yunxing Peak Master."
Yuan Qu cleared his throat and said, "According to the rules of the sect, you need to do a handover."
Hearing this, there was an uproar, and Jin Sidao's face looked unsightly.
A boom came from the distant Shenmo Peak.
Jing Jiu returned to the lonely peak. The sword formation that isolated the outside world suddenly disappeared, and countless sword wills combined with the Qi of heaven and earth, turning into misty arrows that seemed to be real, shooting out in all directions. At the moment, Shenmo Peak seemed to be setting off countless fireworks, showing off its greatness to the whole world.
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