The Cultivation practitioners of various sects didn't find the scholar of Yimaozhai after they came to Aoyama; they had many doubts.
Even though Bu Qiuxiao was at the critical moment of becoming a Saint, Yimaozhai and Shenmo Peak had been on good terms for more than one hundred years, so Yimaozhai should have sent some disciples here.
It wasn't until they saw Liu Shisui that their doubts were answered.
Everybody was aware of the relationship between Liu Shisui and Jing Jiu, and Jing Jiu was an important figure in Yimaozhai at the moment. As such, this arrangement was quite appropriate.
Some of the more sinister ones had more considerations.
The most favored disciples of Bu Qiuxiao were Xi Yiyun and Liu Shisui. The future house master would be chosen from either of them. It was said that Yimaozhai had been divided into two groups because of this matter. Xi Yiyun and Liu Shisui didn't seem to care about the matter, and they were still close and respectful to each other; but who knew what was going on in secret?
Bu Qiuxiao couldn't do anything about it now. If Xi Yiyun had sent Liu Shisui to attend the ceremony of Aoyama, was he trying to express his intention by doing so?
No matter what was on their minds, the ceremony of Aoyama had to go on.
The leader of Ōzawa, as the representative of the Cultivation circle, delivered a speech. But nobody thought it was flattering; it was because the target of the speech was Jing Jiu.
The speech, which looked like a history book, danced around Tianguang Peak like the flowers, stirring up the threads in the ocean of clouds.
Looking at the man in white clothing on the peak top, the people had a complicated feeling, including admiration and awe, but mostly bewilderment.
Even though this man in white lived another life, he was still the most outstanding figure in Chaotian, and he was still the Immortal Jingyang.
Of course, he had changed a little.
The Immortal Jingyang didn't care about the affairs of the world back then. He lived in seclusion on Shenmo Peak all year round, and didn't leave any disciples behind.
In this life, Jing Jiu was still very lazy, but he did a lot of things and took in a lot of disciples.
Zhao Layue was a powerful swordsman in the peak of the Broken Sea State. Judging from the energy of Liu Shisui, he was not weaker than her.
Zhuo Rusui was not his disciple, but he was deeply influenced by him.
Gu Qing and Yuan Qu were already important figures in Aoyama and even the Imperial Court.
Ping Yong-ka was already the master of Yunxing Peak.
In addition, there was Que Niang from the Mirror Sect and the Queen of the Underworld whom everyone knew but dared not mention …
Not to mention the Guocheng Temple and Shui Yue Nunnery's foreign aid.
Under the gazes of the people with mixed emotions, the Ōzawa order finished reading the eulogy.
More than ten eminent monks from the Guocheng Temple stepped forward and used the dew from the stone pagoda as a net for Jing Jiu.
Then, the representatives of the various sects presented their gifts.
The Divine Emperor Jing Yao presented the gifts in person.
Yuan Qu was the chief supervisor of the Inauguration of the Sect Leader. He knew Jing Jiu's temperament well, so he simplified the process as much as possible. He canceled all the singing and sword performance in the sect rules, but the process still lasted for a long time. By then, the sun was in the middle of the sky. Separated by the Great Formation of Aoyama, it did not feel hot, but only splendid.
Guangyuan Zhenren walked to the front of the stone tablet and read the edict left by the Immortal Liu Ci again.
Then, it was the last part.
Jing Jiu only needed to take out the Inherited Heaven Sword and accept the worship of the elders and disciples of the nine peaks of Aoyama. Then he would officially become the Immortal Sect Leader of Aoyama.
Lifting the sword was a simple action. Even a three-year-old mortal could do it. But the atmosphere on the top of Tianguang Peak became solemn.
Over a hundred years ago, Jing Jiu was forced to leave Aoyama because he was unwilling to take out the Inherited Heaven Sword.
What about today?
At that time, Jing Jiu was in the Broken Sea State. If he took out the Inherited Heaven Sword, it might be snatched away. Taiping Zhenren wanted to subdue him with the Inherited Heaven Sword, so he had to play it safe.
Now he was a figure in the Heavenly Arrival State. After defeating Fang Jingtian, many people thought he was already in the upper level of the Heavenly Arrival State. He would soon be on an equal footing with the Broadsword King and the Immortal Tan and the Immortal Bai.
And with the help of the Sword Formation of Aoyama, he had nothing to worry about.
Jing Jiu paid no attention to the gazes on him. He walked to the front of the hut, turned around and sat on a chair.
The chair did not move an inch.
Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui, and the others stood behind the chair.
"I repaired this chair myself. What do you think? Is it sturdy?"
Zhuo Rusui said proudly, standing side by side with Gu Qing.
Gu Qing looked at him and said with a smile, "I heard that it was you who broke the chair in the first place."
Nobody heard their conversation, because everybody's attention was focused on Jing Jiu.
This chair was the seat of the sect master of Aoyama.
Sitting on this chair was a very symbolic and important action.
Yet, Jing Jiu did it so casually.
It was like sitting on the bamboo chair as usual.
It was like sitting on the Sword of the Universe.
It was like lying in the horse-drawn carriage of the Gu Clan.
It was like bickering with Liu Ci.
It was like staring at Yuan Qijing.
It was like holding Lian Sanyue's hand.
Jing Jiu remained silent while looking at the horizon.
It was quiet on the top of Tianguang Peak.
Nobody spoke a word.
An icicle fell down from the manor cave on the distant Shanghai Peak and broke into pieces on the ground. The sound was not loud, startling many people.
Jing Jiu pulled back his gaze and took out an object backhandedly.
The sunlight shone on his right hand.
The Inherited Heaven Sword was indeed not a sword.
It was a sheath.
The ancient patterns were engraved on the sheath.
The mouth of the silent and dark scabbard faintly exuded an extremely faint but extremely profound sword essence.
Jing Jiu's hand holding the sheath of the Inherited Heaven Sword was steady, not trembling at all.
Everybody was aware that he would never let go of it.
No matter whether it was the sheath of the Inherited Heaven Sword or this Aoyama.
Guang Yuan Zhenren bowed down to the ground slowly.
Nan Wang bowed down to the ground.
Zhao Layue bowed down to the ground.
Chen Youtian bowed down to the ground.
Gu Qing bowed down to the ground.
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All the disciples of Aoyama bowed down to the ground.
The ripples of the sword wills could be vaguely felt on the distant Sword Peak. The clouds and fog had gradually dispersed. It seemed that the magnificent scene of tens of thousands of swords greeting each other would occur soon.
The green curtain moved slightly. Shui Yue Nunnery sat inside, bowing slightly.
A dozen highly achieved monks of the Guocheng Temple chanted the name of Buddha and bowed with pressed palms.
The Cultivation practitioners of various sects either knelt down on the ground or bowed to the ground.
Even the Immortal Tan and Bai Zhenren in the fog bowed slightly.
All of them bowed to Jing Jiu.
It was a sign of respect for the Aoyama Sect.
It was a sign of respect for the Immortal Jingyang.
And it was a sign of respect for the Cultivation practitioners in Chaotian for the Dao.
However …
One person on the top of Tianguang Peak didn't move.
He was the least likely person to do so.
All the Cultivation practitioners knew that he was brought to Aoyama by Jing Jiu from that small village, and he was willing to die for Jing Jiu.
Why did he stand there in Silence at such an important moment?
Zhao Layue lifted her head to look at that person, the expression in her eyes changing slightly.
Guang Yuan Zhenren and Nan Wang looked at that person, their eyes full of incredulity.
Countless gazes fell on that person, showing bafflement, shock and bewilderment.
The person who didn't move was none other than Liu Shisui.
As Jing Jiu raised the sheath of the Inherited Heaven Sword, he curled up the corners of his mouth, flashing an inexplicable smile.
He stood by the chair in Silence, not moving an inch.
When all the gazes fell on him, he brushed off his cloth and took a step forward. "Let me do it," he said to Jing Jiu.
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