The Dark Phoenix spun his head around to look at Jing Jiu, not understanding what he intended to say.
"In fact, from the point of view of the Cultivation practitioners, there is nothing wrong with my idea; but why are there so few people who support me? Is it because they are afraid of the unknown? No, it's because they have too many unknowns. " Yin San pulled back his gaze and looked at the distant ancestral hall of the Liu Clan, saying, "The Cultivation practitioners who can't ascend usually leave behind their own descendants; even my two good disciples are no exception. It's impossible for them to watch me kill all their clansmen and descendants.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect said while rubbing his head, "It's quite normal."
Yin San shot him a glance and asked, "What about you?"
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect had a few decades left in his life, but he had no intention of leaving behind any descendants. "I heard that Su Ziye is doing quite well in the west," he said.
The Dark Phoenix remarked in a mocking tone, "You've placed your hope on a disciple who dared betray you."
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect sneered, "You're just a bird; you don't understand the meaning of human inheritance."
With a smile, Yin San continued, "The ancestor of the Liu Clan is the youngest brother of Liu Ci. Liu Ci arranged for his descendants to live in this small village so that they could avoid a calamity. All he wanted was for them to live on. Unexpectedly, Liu Shisui appeared here. After Liu Ci's death, nobody took care of this place. As a result, this place has become what it is now. It's much worse than the Yuan Clan in Lelang County. "
Hearing the conversation in the direction of the ancestral hall, the Dark Phoenix shook his head in disgust, as he remarked, "I don't even know why they live like this."
Yin San said, "It's indeed meaningless and useless for mortals like them to live their lives aimlessly."
Having said that, he crouched down and picked up a small pebble from the ground, and then flicked it out.
The door of the farmhouse was closed.
The small pebble landed on the door, making a faint "pah" sound.
A crack appeared on the wooden plank of the door, which was caused by the splashing wooden splinters.
The small pebble broke through the door and flew forward in the night sky, encountering the tree by the pond.
Many years ago, Jing Jiu had lain here and taught Liu Shisui the mental cultivation method of Aoyama Sect.
With another light pa sound, the tree bark split open and sawdust flew everywhere. A small hole had appeared.
The pebble continued to fly forward.
It flew over the paddy field that had been cut to the size of the Great Ancestor of the Mysterious Dark Sect's head.
They flew over the forest that was as messy as the tail feathers of a dark phoenix.
A small hole appeared on the horizontal board of the ancestral hall.
Piercing through the light in the ancestral hall.
Through the wails of widows whose clothes were in tatters, exposing their naked bodies.
Through the righteous and malevolent gazes staring at her body.
Through the feeble breathing of the dying tenant labourer lying in a pool of blood.
They arrived at the deepest and highest part of the ancestral hall.
There was an armchair there.
The Old Master of the Liu Clan was sitting on the chair.
There was another light smack.
A bloody hole appeared between Grandpa Liu's eyebrows.
A stream of blood slowly flowed out.
He slowly fell backwards.
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…
On the locust tree in Shangzhou, Yin San had been smashing the rats for a whole day with small pebbles half his clothes in his hands, but none of them were killed. That was because he was unwilling.
He was very good at killing people. As for whether he was willing or not, it depended on his mood at the time.
Pa, pa, pa, pa!
The small pebbles kept flying, leaving countless small holes on the plank of the door and countless white lines in the village under the night sky.
There were no screams, but there were exclamations and the sound of running, which gradually became lower and then disappeared.
Countless people were lying in pools of blood in the Liu Clan's ancestral hall and various houses.
Yin San clapped his hands and looked into the distance in the night sky again.
The Nine Peaks of Aoyama were there.
Shangde Peak was the Third Peak, so I was called Yin San.
Shenmo Peak was the Ninth Peak, so you were called Jing Jiu.
This was a new life.
You are stepping into a new river.
But I shouldn't do this.
I'm not Yin San.
I'm still the Great River, flowing eastward with great momentum. Those who follow me and those who oppose me will perish.
"Let's go," he said softly.
The Dark Phoenix didn't dare fly close to Aoyama. He landed on the ground and rushed forward as fast as a lizard.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect squatted down and carried him on his back.
Aoyama was still on the other side of the darkness.
They headed to the other side.
He didn't look back.
From this moment on, he was not Yin San anymore.
He was Taiping Zhenren.
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…
By the time Liu Shisui received the news and came back, it had already been a few days later.
Bang!!!
The Lone Sword turned into a flash of light and returned to his wrist, turning into a sword bracelet, quivering slightly to express his uneasiness.
A few days had passed, but the smell of blood was still lingering in the village. Fortunately, the disciples of Aoyama arrived in time, so the corpses hadn't rotted yet.
Hundreds of corpses were piled up in the rice fields, including men and women, old and young, with a bloody hole in the center of their eyebrows. It was a gruesome scene.
The disciples of Aoyama, the yamen runners of the prefectures, and the officials of the Pure Heaven Bureau had all been cleared out.
Zhao Layue squatted down in front of the corpses to check them.
Liu Shisui came up behind her and asked while clenching his fists, "Can we catch up with them?"
Since the death of his parents, he hadn't come back to the small village and seen his relatives.
Perhaps some of them had committed suicide, but what crime had those children committed?
"It's useless to catch up with them." Zhao Layue stood up and said, "Three swordsmen in the Heavenly Arrival State are traveling together … Unless the Sword Formation of Aoyama is employed, nobody can kill them."
After a moment of silence, Liu Shisui said, "I hope they won't grow old and die too soon."
"I don't understand why they exposed their whereabouts near Aoyama," said Zhao Layue. "Is it because of Fang Jingtian? Or does he hate the Immortal Liu Ci that much? "
"Neither," said Liu Shisui while looking at the corpses in the rice fields, "This is a letter of challenge to my Young Master."
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…
… The autumn wind rose. It was cool at first and then cold. Chaotian was on the brink of another winter.
What had happened in Aoyama had spread throughout the land. People learned that Fang Jingtian had been defeated by Jing Jiu, and they also learned about the bloody incident in the village. It wasn't until then that the young disciples of the Cultivation circle and the Aoyama Sect finally understood why their masters were so alarmed when Taiping Zhenren was mentioned, and all they wanted to do was to kill him.
This grandmaster was truly crazy.
Nothing similar had happened in the following days. Taiping Zhenren, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect and the Dark Phoenix had disappeared again, and the whole of Chaotian became peaceful. However, everyone in Zhaoge City and the various sects could sense the ominous aura in the autumn wind. Even the King of Fire Carps at the bottom of the Cold Mountain had a strong sense of danger. He swam toward the deep part of the lava river and felt a bit relieved when he arrived in front of the huge transparent wall separating the human world and the Underworld.
The ominous aura and the warning came from the lethal intent hidden in the tranquility.
It was like the calm before the storm, before the dawn, and before the destruction of the world.
Everybody knew that Taiping Zhenren was going to do something; but where was he and what was he doing?
The Aoyama Sect sent out many disciples of Liangwang Peak to search along the banks of the Muddy River. As for the rule that they couldn't leave the mountains until they reached the Broken Sea State, it was ignored by Gu Han. For some reason, Jing Jiu chose to ignore the rule as well.
In the battle of Zhaoge City one hundred years ago, the Curtain Rollers of the Imperial Court and Bulao Lin cooperated with each other unintentionally. Since then, the two sides had maintained a semblance of peace; but the peace was broken this time.
Under the instruction of Gu Qing, the Curtain Rollers had been collecting information in secret for more than one hundred years. This time, they cooperated with the Pure Heaven Bureau to carry out another round of encirclement and suppression. Many remnants of Bulao Lin hiding in various sects and departments were exposed.
From Zhaoge City to the Guocheng Temple and from the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor to Yizhou, countless battles had taken place in the darkness of the night at the same time. Many people had died soundlessly.
Yet, nobody could find Taiping Zhenren, not even a trace of his whereabouts. It seemed that he had vanished into thin air.
Spring came after the winter. A strong wind rose in the Thousand-Mile Wind Corridor.
Unlike the previous years when people tried to avoid the wind, many sects and the representatives of the Imperial Court came to Yimaozhai against the wind this time.
Jing Jiu had told Liu Shisui in Zhaoge City that Bu Qiuxiao had something important to do, and it was a good thing.
It was about becoming a Saint.
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