The Dark Phoenix was the Principal Guard of Aoyama, a figure in the Heavenly Arrival State, and the main operator of the Heavenly Slaying Formation. He was an outstanding being.
However, no matter how outstanding he was, all that was left of him was a corpse once he died.
That is, if his corpse could still be preserved.
The dead Dark Phoenix was covered with ice and frost, looking like a pheasant or golden pheasant that had just been picked up from a pile of snow, except that his tail was a bit longer.
In the eyes of those customers, he was merely an ingredient that could be used for stewing soup or frying.
The middle-aged man didn't pay any attention to those customers and kept on walking forward. Behind him came the inquiries and angry voices of people asking for more information.
Those voices turned into discussions about the current state of the world, ranging from the marriage between the state dukes in Zhaoge City to the reconstruction of Shangzhou City, and even the matters of the Cultivation circle.
"I'd like to ask about someone," the middle-aged man asked the few merchants when he walked back to the door of the restaurant.
One of the merchants looked the middle-aged man up and down and said with a smile, "You want to exchange for the pheasant in your hand?"
"You can't eat it; you'll die," said the middle-aged man.
The merchant was so angry that he laughed out, saying, "Even the monks of the Guocheng Temple dare eat meat in secret; why can't we eat it?"
Another merchant saw that the middle-aged man had an extraordinary bearing and was obviously not a regular hunter, so he tried to mediate the dispute. "May I know your name? What do you want to know?"
"I'm Jian Xilai …"
Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, the merchant in front of him said in a mocking tone, "Where did you get this fake name? This is the Dongyi Dao. Don't all the people who come here come from the west?"
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The middle-aged man was indeed Jian Xilai.
It was true that he was the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean who had left Chaotian more than one hundred years ago.
In that distant foreign land, he was the Principal Swordsman of the Church.
He had never drawn his sword for the Church, because it was not worth it.
It wasn't until a few days ago that he found that the bulging sea had suddenly dropped down. He knew that something significant had happened in Chaotian, so he decided to return to Chaotian.
On his way back to Chaotian, he encountered the dead Dark Phoenix. For some reason, he used a powerful magic to seal the corpse of the Dark Phoenix, preventing it from vanishing into heaven and earth.
What was puzzling was that none of the merchants in the food shop were dead.
He went to a sect of the Dongyi Dao and learned what had happened in Chaotian easily.
He was not interested in the major events that shook the world, whether it was Taiping Zhenren's ambition, Bai Zhenren's ambition, the immortals who were tricked into coming down, or the cultivators' magnificent feat of filling up the sea.
He only cared about where Jing Jiu had gone.
He had returned this time to test his sword against Jing Jiu, but Jing Jiu had suddenly disappeared. How could this be?
He left the Dongyi Dao and started searching for Jing Jiu in Chaotian. Holding the Dark Phoenix in his hand, he looked like a lonely hunter who had left his hometown.
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The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was the most powerful Cultivation practitioner in Chaotian back then; he was almost as powerful as his Master, the Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island, Nan Qü.
If he hadn't been wounded by Liu Ci with the All in One Sword, he wouldn't have left Chaotian so easily.
He had returned to Chaotian after more than one hundred years. It was unclear what kind of Cultivation state he had reached.
Zhao Layue didn't know that such a swordsman was searching for Jing Jiu. She was still searching for a way to wake up Jing Jiu.
After leaving Juye City, she went to the Three-Thousand Nunnery outside Dayuan City.
Seeing her arrive, the nuns of the nunnery withdrew the formation hastily, and they didn't dare take a look at her.
She came to the corridor where the morning sunlight had dispersed and walked into the meditation room with the round window. She put Jing Jiu by Bai Zao's side.
As the natural worm silks were about to disperse, Bai Zao's face was exposed. She was still as beautiful and attractive as before.
Zhao Layue looked at that face for a long time. She had an inexplicable emotion in her heart, and she couldn't even figure it out herself.
It had been more than one hundred years since the Battle of Zhaoge City, but it was merely a moment for her.
She reached out her hand to grab her dusty and messy short hair, and stopped thinking about these things. She took off Jing Jiu's clothes roughly and observed the wound on his waist for a while. Then she reached out her hand to grab some natural worm silk from the side of Bai Zao's face.
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That night, she came to the lakeside through the round window after finishing her work. She washed her hands carefully in the water.
Qing 'er landed on a tree branch by the lakeside while flapping her transparent wings. "Are you sure this will work?" she asked Zhao Layue.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Layue said, "If the cause and effect is a thread, maybe it can be connected."
Qing 'er said, "You know it's not the case. Besides, shouldn't you wash your hands before you sew his wound instead of doing it now?"
Zhao Layue waved her hand impatiently, saying, "I don't know how to sew to begin with. I can sew it casually. Do you expect me to sew it well?"
Qing 'er was aware that Zhao Layue was in a bad mood. She said that she would wash her hands in order to cheer her up. She sighed gloomily and flew into the meditation room.
She had already checked on Jing Jiu's condition. It was indeed different from the time he fell asleep in Zhaoge City. His spiritual soul couldn't be guided to the Green Sky Mirror, and she couldn't find a way to do it in the mirror.
The sound of someone falling into the water suddenly occurred outside the window. Qing 'er spun her head around and saw Zhao Layue jump into the lake.
Of course, she didn't intend to commit suicide.
A swordsman in the upper limit of the Broken Sea State couldn't drown in the lake even if he wanted to, even if the lake was a blue lake.
Zhao Layue took a bath in the lake. She washed her hair very carefully.
Then, she sat on the stone bench by the lake all night while hugging her knees.
The next morning, she walked into the meditation room. After making sure that Jing Jiu had no sign of waking up, she said to Qing 'er, "Please inform Aoyama that we're going back and send someone to pick us up."
Qing 'er noticed that her eyes were a bit red, indicating that she had cried. She didn't dare say anything more, flapping her wings and flying out of the window.
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The middle-aged man walked in Chaotian while carrying the dead Dark Phoenix in his hand. At the same time, he calculated the whereabouts of Jing Jiu.
As he came to the outskirts of Zhaoge City and saw the wild flowers all over the ground, he figured out Jing Jiu's current condition.
The person who could solve the problem was in the snowland, so he went to the snowland and happened to pass by Dayuan City.
He saw the traces of a Blue Bird flying over in the sky. "Oh, he's here," he said after lifting his head to take a look.
He came to the end of the stream and entered the nunnery hall. Seeing the lonely grave, he didn't understand why a mortal was buried here.
The Great Formation of the Three-Thousand Nunnery had sensed it. Countless energies came out from the flowering trees by the lake to the green stones in front of the bridge.
Yet, those energies were all sliced to pieces before they could reach his body.
Zhao Layue appeared on the other side of the bridge. Seeing the figure of the middle-aged man, her expression changed slightly. She tore off a piece of her sleeve and tied her hair into a ponytail, heading toward the bridge.
"You're back!"
"Yes," replied the middle-aged man.
Sensing the powerful sword wills in heaven and earth and hearing the brief conversation, the nuns in the nunnery hall guessed the identity of this middle-aged man. "The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean! You're still alive! "
"He's still alive. You can call me Xilai."
The middle-aged man looked at the meditation room on the other side of the bridge.
Zhao Layue was surprised by his reaction. She looked at him twice, and her eyes suddenly beamed as if she had thought of something. "Is your Cultivation state higher than before?" she asked.
Looking at her mirror-like bright eyes, Jian Xilai said with furrowed eyebrows, "Your talent is indeed very high, but you're not my equal. Your fighting intent under the circumstances is almost rude."
"I don't want to fight you." Zhao Layue asked him expectantly, "Your Cultivation state is so high now; do you have any way to wake him up?"
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