Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
It was then that the Drifter glided out of the side hall, and exclaimed in a panic voice, “Teacher, you can’t leave me here!”
As the next Underworld Emperor, she didn’t dare stay in the capital of the humans alone; she had suffered so many years on Shangde Peak, so she shuddered when simply taking a look at Yuan Qijing.
Glancing at the little girl, Lian Sanyue asked Jing Jiu, “Who on earth is this?”
“My disciple, the youngest one,” replied Jing Jiu.
“What about that little one?” Lian Sanyue asked while pointing to Ping Yongjia who was still unconscious inside the “cradle” of swords.
Jing Jiu said, “Like I said, he is my personal disciple.”
“You’re doing great,” commented Lian Sanyue. “It’d be better if you could change a little in another way.”
What aspect?
The love affair?
Neither the Drifter nor Ada dared make a response.
Those in the grand hall held their longue as tightly as the frozen cicadas.
Cold Cicada would definitely pretend to be dead if he were present.
It was because Yuan Qijing was even pretending to be a dumb at the moment.
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Jing Jiu and Lian Sanyue left Zhaoge City together.
Seeing the disappearing figures of these two, a great many people inside and outside the royal palace knelt down on the ground.
The swords were scattered all over the square, and the corpses and shattered flesh were exceedingly hard to clear up. The divine army spent half a day collecting them all; then they found an abandoned palace hall and put them there for the time being, in case the Center Sect would ask for them later.
By dusk, the inaugurating ceremony took place officially in the royal palace. The palace walls that had been damaged during the fights between those powerful swordsmen looked extremely ghastly in the twilight.
Yuan Qijing sat in the side hall with his eyes closed, as if he fell asleep again.
Looking at her son sitting on the throne, the Royal Concubine Hu had tears all over her face. When she thought of the Emperor who had just passed away one day ago, she couldn’t help but cry out again, tears running down her cheeks like spring water.
Ping Yongjia was awakened by the shouts of “Your Majesty” in the grand hall. After he rubbed his eyes in bewilderment, he found that he was surrounded by many swords. He stood up with a great effort and found that the swords were everywhere in the royal palace.
Many of the swords seemed familiar to him. It occurred to him that he must have seen these swords on the Sword Peak.
He felt perplexed, wondering if he was back on Green Mountain.
It was just then that the swords in the square flew up, heading toward Green Mountain in the south.
The dark clouds filing the sky had been torn to shreds abruptly, exposing the blue sky.
The flying swords in the sky looked like a ribbon or a path toward heaven.
Ping Yongjia uttered a loud “Ah” after he recalled the event before he fell unconscious. “Where is my Master?” he asked anxiously.
The Drifter came before him and said meaningfully while looking at the sky, “He’s left.”
Upon hearing this, a series of complex expressions showed in Ping Yongjia’s eyes: aspiration, admiration, awe, and reminiscence. “Our Master has ascended so soon! What about us then?” he muttered.
The Drifter glanced at him like he did to an idiot, and had more confidence in his status as Jing Jiu’s personal disciple. After blowing at the leaf-like band of her black hair on her forehead with a change of the color of her glow, the Drifter said in a mocking tone, “What are you thinking? My Teacher and Senior Master Lian Sanyue have left together and they are going to travel the world.”
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At the Three-Thousand Nunnery outside Dayuan City, the round window was still the same and the tranquil lake outside the window was the same as well. However, the old nun had already passed away, so she couldn’t come out and received them anymore.
Lian Sanyue placed Bai Zao on the bed beside the window. She waved her hand softly, and countless fine silk threads came out from inside Bai Zao’s dress; to put it more precisely, the silk threads were produced from inside her body. The silk threads curled up as they met the air; and it didn’t take long for them to form a snow white cocoon and swaddle Bai Zao inside.
Jing Jiu had seen this in the snowland as well as at the Water-Moon Nunnery, and knew it was the magic method of Transforming spring silk worm into butterfly; so he didn’t feel surprised at all.
On the other hand, he was more interested in one thing, which is that Lian Sanyue had slept on this bed, and the Snow Girl had slept on this bed; and now the person slept on this bed was Bai Zao.
The Snow Girl was the strongest being in Chaotian, and Lian Sanyue was the number one swordsman in the world; he wondered what kind of a person Bai Zao would be after she woke up.
Looking at Bai Zao on the bed, Lian Sanyue said, “Though she doesn’t have Bai Ren’s fairy awareness in her body anymore, I have no idea how long it will take for her to temper such a large amount of fairy energy on her own.”
Jing Jiu said, “She is inferior to you; so it will take longer for her to do it. As a result, she will sleep a lot longer.”
Lian Sanyue didn’t use the door but walked out of the room through the round window. Jing Jiu followed her to the lakeside. “It was here where I used the Green Sky Mirror to sharpen my sword,” he told her while pointing to a certain stone chair.
Sitting on an eave, the Green Girl didn’t say anything while flapping her translucent wings lightly.
If it were on another occasion, she would fly down and yelled at Jing Jiu, saying something like “You were very rude back then”…but she stayed put and remained silent. All she did was looking at the couple by the lake quietly.
Liu Ci had taken her to many places, and so had the Immortal Taiping; but she was aware that the ensuing days would be very important if she wanted to know what it was like to be a human.
More importantly, she was fully aware that she shouldn’t disturb them at this moment.
Lian Sanyue strolled to that stone chair with her hands behind her back, and sat down on it.
The instant the lower rim of her dress touched the stone chair, Jing Jiu’s palm fell down noiselessly onto her head.
Pah!!!
A gust of gentle wind blew over the lake, a great many ripples of strange types forming on the surface of the lake; the fish fled in all directions in terror.
It was still not summer yet, but a few thunders broke out in the sky above Dayuan City. The pedestrians on the streets were frightened. A man with gray hairs on his temples walked out from a store and looked up at the sky.
On a farther away mountain, a spring had suddenly ruptured and a cliff had collapsed unexpectedly.
Nobody knew that the unexpected thunder and the ensuing strange phenomena were caused by this faint “pah” sound and the gentle wind originating at the Three-Thousand Nunnery.
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“As I said, you can’t beat me for the rest of your life.”
Turning around, Lian Sanyue continued in a contented tone, “Even though you’ve procured Bai Ren’s fairy energy, you’re still no match for me, and you can’t even succeed in sneak-attacking me.”
Jing Jiu said expressionlessly, “You’ve infused all of your fairy energy of the Fairy Book of Longevity into Bai Zao’s body; something bad might happen if you refuse to have my fairy energy.”
Back when she was wounded by the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, she relied on the fairy energy of the Fairy Book of Longevity to sustain her life.
Lian Sanyue said to him calmly, “You’ve summoned the Sword Formation of Green Mountain in such a low Cultivation state; it’s tantamount to seeking death. You’ll die if you don’t have the fairy energy.”
“I’ll never die,” said Jing Jiu calmly.
Lian Sanyue said in an even tone, “You’re always a liar.”
After a pause, Jing Jiu walked to the path of stone slabs by the lake.
Lian Sanyue caught up to him. She said to him after grabbing his sleeve, “Please don’t be angry with me…In fact, my temper has been getting better already.”
Jing Jiu didn’t say anything. He reached his hand backwards and held her hand, as he kept walking forward.
He and she had broken off completely back then; and one of them claimed to see the other one never again.
Yet, they were the two practitioners who were most likely to become a Cultivation couple.
He knew her and her Magic Method of Transforming Spring Silk Worm into Butterfly better than anybody else.
Though it was a great magic method, she couldn’t possibly last very long due to her temperament.
Sensing his feeling based on his silence, Lian Sanyue said with a faint smile, “After my failure of ascension attempt, I predicted by using the Heaven-Human Connection that I wouldn’t be able to live long by transforming spring silk worm into butterfly. As such, why don’t I live the rest of my life in a jovial manner?”
Jing Jiu thought that it was indeed joyful when the person who had just defeated the Immortal Tan, the strongest swordsman in the world, and fought against the Fairy Lady was holding his hand.
“But I’m not happy,” Jing Jiu said after halting his steps and staring into her eyes.
Lian Sanyue thought that it was really a troublesome thing when Jing Jiu was not happy since he seldom had any emotions. After some thought, she stood on her toes and gave his lips a kiss.
Jing Jiu didn’t shun away but looked at her quietly.
Lian Sanyue said, “I’d like to go to White Town and see that man.”
“I’ll go with you,” said Jing Jiu.
