31 A Strange Being in the Clouds (1/2)
Many people knew that Jing Jiu had promised to obtain the Senior Master Mo’s sword of Shiyue Peak ever since he first came to the inner sect.
In the beginning, many people kept guessing whether Jing Jiu would reveal another surprise like he had done at the South Pine Pavilion, though as time went on, fewer and fewer people thought this, and even South Pine Pavilion’s Sister Yushan and young Yuan from Lelang didn’t have much hope for him.
Jing Jiu hadn’t gone to Sword Peak even once in half a year, let alone obtained the sword.
This had been the most discussed topic at the Stream of Sword Washing. For those who didn’t like Jing Jiu, such as Xue Yong’e and those outstanding disciples of Class A, Jing Jiu was a natural target for their mockery.
Yet, today it seemed he was going to get the sword.
”Getting the sword!”
”Jing Jiu is about to get the sword!”
The shouts could be heard everywhere in the Hall of Sword Washing.
A dozen disciples ran out of the hall.
Lin Wuzhi felt a little surprised to find that Master Mei Li finished her lecture for the Class C and was riding her flying sword, seemingly toward the Sword Peak as well.
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When Jing Jiu got to the Sword Peak, he didn’t know Mei Li and Lin Wuzhi had already arrived there in advance; he also didn’t know, as he walked his way to the Sword Peak, that a great number of disciples had heard the news, or that some of the disciples from other peaks followed him to the Sword Peak to see what was going to happen, as he hadn’t expected them to mistake his trip to the Sword Peak as a trip to get the sword.
The good thing was that he didn’t have to run as he had that night, and now he walked steadily and leisurely.
Soon he climbed up the cliff at a slower speed, though he had no intention of slowing down.
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It was quiet at the bottom of Sword Peak.
The caretakers of Yunxing Peak were constantly shaking their heads, shocked beyond words.
The disciples’ mouths were wide open, though not a word could come out.
At the beginning, it was not so quiet here, and the mockery of and sneering at Jing Jiu could be heard.
But as Jing Jiu walked among the cliffs, the mockery and sneering had been replaced by the sounds air being sucked through the teeth.
After a while, the disciples came back to their senses as they started to talk among themselves.
”Is this his first time entering Sword Peak? How can he walk so steadily?”
”How could this be possible? He already passed the Eagle Beak Rock; isn’t that two thousand yards from here?”
”How far do you think he will walk? Another three hundred yards?”
”There’s no way he can walk right into the clouds on his first try!”
”It’s really extraordinary…he was actually hiding his talent. But I heard that Senior Master Mo’s sword was placed closer to the top, so it’s hard to get.”
”Look! He is about to enter the clouds!”
”He has actually entered the clouds!”
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Jing Jiu didn’t expect so many people to witness for his journey to Sword Peak.
Though even if he had, he wouldn’t really care and would have still do as he pleased.
Pretty soon, he was walking into the clouds, disappearing in them and out of sight, leaving the surprised and resentful sentiments behind, at the bottom of the peak.
If he waved his hand toward those watching at the bottom, how attractive would that be?
Lin Wuzhi turned around and was about to return to the Hall of Sword Washing, his eyes meeting Master Mei Li’s.
”Senior Master Mo’s observation was pretty good then.”
”Sorry, but it looks like we are for sure going to be fighting for this boy,” said Lin while gazing at her.
There was a trace of bitterness on Master Mei Li’s beautiful face, and, she said, ”I’ll say it again: Just look at that boy’s face; of course he has to come to our Qingrong Peak…Brother Mo was so ugly. How could he dare take the boy on as a disciple?”
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Arriving at the high elevation on the east side of Sword Peak, Jing Jiu came to a halt, having found the cliff wall.