This statement was extremely narcissistic and almost overbearing.
Anyone with a high talent, an interesting life, and a lot of thinking … should be his disciple.
That was why Jing Jiu had sighed with emotion when he saw Peng Lang and was dissatisfied with Liu Shisui, Gu Qing, and Yuan Qu.
"I don't care about the others, but I don't care about being interesting." Hua Xi pouted her mouth and continued, "A person with a strong sense of anxiety like you can't be interesting. That guy is the son of your grandmaster and has many supporters in the military. Nobody has ever dared offend him. You're the first and the only one."
Did she have no intention of continuing the act? As Jing Jiu was about to clarify something, the ring on his finger emitted a faint glow, indicating that he had received another document.
The document was a list of names and an accurate space coordinate.
Ceng Ju had reminded Jing Jiu that there would be a meeting in a few days before he went to see the ocean with Shen Yunmai.
Looking at the densely packed names on the list, Jing Jiu fell silent for a while.
He saw a few familiar names on the list. They were all the ascendants recorded in the history of the Cultivation world in Chaotian.
For instance, the stone man on Chen Wu Mountain and the Immortal Liuhe of the Dongyi Dao. The former had hidden on the meteorite mountain on that planet, intending to harm him. When he met with General Li, the latter was hiding on a battleship, ready to strike at him at any moment.
Yet, he had never heard of most of the names and the introductions attached to them.
How could there be so many ascendants in Chaotian?
It seemed that the books and records could only record a small part of the truth of history.
This fact made him feel shocked and alarmed him.
The space coordinate was the place where the meeting would be held.
There was a regular permanent star outside the fog on the outskirts of the seventy-first passage of the Scorpion Tail Nebula.
There was an asteroid belt in the extreme periphery of the permanent star.
There was a small asteroid with a diameter of three hundred kilometers in the asteroid belt.
The asteroid belt was far away from the permanent star, and it was exceedingly cold and harsh.
The reason the meeting was held there had nothing to do with Cultivation. It was because it was absolutely safe, and there was no need to worry about the information being leaked.
The icy and dreadful asteroid was covered with methane ice and snow, and the magnetic storm was very severe. The regular humans would die without a doubt even if they wore the best spacesuits. Only those who had been tempered by Immortal Qi could stay there for a long time with their own energy.
"Magnetic storm … there are some problems. Are you sure you want to go?" Hua Xi looked into his eyes and said, not hiding the warning in her voice.
Jing Jiu said, "Leave if you have something to do."
Hua Xi's gaze fell on his hand, and she said, "If something is broken, it's meaningless to repair it."
Over the last few days, Jing Jiu had gone to the Sea of Dark Matter, the Holiday Planet to see the sea, the sun, and sensed the aftermath of the explosion of the small sun at the bottom of the ocean. After experiencing so many things, the ring on his finger was severely damaged even though it was protected by the sword wills. The signal on his finger was not as good as before after being repaired.
"You can get a new one," Jing Jiu said as he looked into her eyes, as if he was issuing some kind of invitation.
Hua Xi turned her head and looked at the hundreds of millions of chess pieces in the air. There was no expression on her face. No one knew what she was thinking or hesitating about.
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The Scorching-Sun Battleship left the outer edge of the Galaxy 857 and headed toward the deeper part of the universe. It arrived at the Scorching-Sun Nebula six days and eight hundred minutes later.
The Scorching-Sun Nebula was a patch of stable interstellar dust, spanning thousands of light years. There were more than one hundred entrances to the warped black holes, one of which led to the famous industrial galaxy in the Federation of the Milky Way. A great many mineral stars were turned into powder and sent there every day. All kinds of spaceships traveled through the nebula. Though it was hard to see any traces of the nebula with the naked eyes, the communication system and the information screen showed that the nebula was very lively, resembling the center of the cities on the inhabited planets.
In comparison to the bustling interstellar passageway, the newly formed galaxy at the bottom of the nebula appeared much more deserted.
Looking at it from here, the Scorching-Sun Nebula looked like the new fog above the river hanging in the sky, and also like the fog above the river under their feet.
The name of the galaxy beyond the fog was probably related to the nebula.
Some ascendants who were participating in the meeting had arrived here in advance.
More than ten black battleships were hidden in the darkness in the space of tens of billions of kilometers, looking like alien planets, devoid of energy fluctuations. These battleships were the vehicles of the ascendants. Like the battleship of the Immortal Chi Song destroyed by Jing Jiu, these battleships had the most advanced technology and the most powerful weapons in the Federation of the Milky Way.
Xilai hadn't arrived yet.
He was the commander of the Star Nuclear Fleet. It sounded impressive, but the authority and position meant nothing to a person like him. What mattered most was that he was safe and sound.
Jing Jiu was certain that something had happened to him.
That man had come ashore on the Foggy Island in the south by boat. He had endured the pressure from the Aoyama Sect for hundreds of years, until he became a godly swordsman.
Those sunny smiles and cordial expressions shouldn't have appeared on his face.
These were not necessarily fake. They could be the true self he had hidden in his heart for many years. The expressionless and statue-like Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was the true self he had after hundreds of years of Cultivation. However, the purpose of Cultivation was to change oneself.
Hua Xi paraphrased George Carlin's words — any act of poeticizing reality is foolish and meaningless.
Jing Jiu didn't know who George Carlin was, but he thought what George Carlin had said was sensible.
The saying that one was naive and would naturally attain the Dao was artistic, but it was unrealistic.
It meant that one didn't know anything and didn't have a pure heart.
This kind of poetic or idyllic imagination was a lie made up by the weak after they realized their own incompetence; it was essentially a form of surrender.
Jing Jiu might be a fugitive, but he would never surrender.
He had the patience, courage, and most importantly confidence that nobody else, including those ascendants, had.
The hundreds of millions of black and white Go pieces in the sky represented the most difficult problem in the universe.
After solving this problem, he intended to spend one hundred years to solve it.
If Tong Yan could come out earlier, he would have an easier time; but he had no way to go back to Chaotian right now. Thinking of this, he felt a bit self-deprecating. If he had known that Chaotian was a place he couldn't go back to, he wouldn't have fought with the Mother of the highest state until the last moment.
He blinked his eyelashes slightly. He cut off all the unnecessary thoughts of the past and threw them into the void of his awareness. He looked at the hundreds of millions of Go pieces again.
All of a sudden, the black and white Go pieces quivered slightly in his sight, as if a wave had occurred among them, spreading out in all directions.
The wave was only a few micrometers high, which couldn't be seen by the naked eye. As such, it had no effect on the Go game.
If the black and white Go pieces were regarded as the ocean, it was the wave nonetheless.
It was a whim.
Jing Jiu looked at the outside of the battleship.
There was no window in the storage room of the nuclear bombs. Even if there were, he wouldn't be able to see much light, and most of the invisible radiation had been blocked out.
Yet, Jing Jiu seemed to have seen something, disappearing from the original spot.
A bright sword light appeared on the surface of the ocean formed by the black and white Go pieces, dispersing like music.
He came to the outside of the battleship.
The fog-like Scorpion Tail Nebula exuded a faint glow in the distance.
The galaxy beyond the fog was gloomy and gloomy.
All of a sudden, a faint glow flew out from the gloomy darkness. It was an extremely small light crane.
He extended his right hand.
The light crane landed on his palm and instantly dissipated into clear light. Then, it dispersed into particles and disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only the information it carried.
Jing Jiu looked at the dark universe, a bright sword light flashing in his eyes.
Countless rays of light of various frequencies entered his eyes and compared them with the images in his awareness. He determined the positions of the seven battleships and the specific situation of three of them.
Back then, he had used the nuclear bomb of the Scorching-Sun Battleship as a source of fairy energy to strike down the Immortal Chi Song and that battleship. Now, he didn't have a nuclear bomb, but he had the super-particle nuclear power furnace, so he should be able to strike down two ascendants and two battleships. If he was pushed to the limit, he could also try to strike down the third battleship. There shouldn't be many ascendants as strong as the Blood Demon Great Ancestor.
He returned to the battleship, picked up the iron kettle, and placed it on the stove. When a thin layer of snow had formed on the surface of the silver coals, the tea was ready.
The tea trickled into the cup. He picked it up with his fingers, making sure that the temperature was just right, and placed it in front of Hua Xi.
Hua Xi picked up the teacup and had a sip of it, expressing her gratitude.
Her job was to serve him, which was even worse than Ran Handong's secretary role. As such, it was impossible for him to pour the tea for her. Yet, he poured the tea for her naturally, and she accepted it calmly. It was because they both knew the price of this cup of tea.
"Are you sure that you can't do it physically?" This was the second time Jing Jiu had asked this question.
Hua Xi uttered "hmm" softly, and then sighed. It seemed that she felt regretful; it was unclear if it was because of the taste of the tea or the answer.
Jing Jiu said while looking at the teacup between her fingers, "Holding the teacup is also a kind of physical manipulation."
Hua Xi said softly, "I can do it as much as I can."
The former referred to her ability, and the latter referred to her authority.
Jing Jiu understood what she meant, saying, "My ability is very strong."
Hua Xi understood what he meant as well. "You are a disciple of the Aoyama Sect; I can't trust you," she said earnestly while staring into his eyes.
Jing Jiu said, "You have read my book, so you should know that our Aoyama Sect is good at deceiving the masters and destroying the ancestors."
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