179 Countless Bloody Plum Flowers (1/2)
The cold fog had finally dispersed as the morning sun rose. The group gazed at the outgoing fog and saw a dozen snow foot monsters lying on the ground, completely dead.
The bigger snow foot monster with a higher state had only half of its body left, and it had been killed by Bai Zao with her magic treasure. Four of the monsters had their heads pierced through, and these were the ones killed by Yao Songshan using his Green Mountain sword style. The rest of the monsters had died a terrible death, with broken limbs and shells, their green blood spilling all over the place.
The rocks soaked in the poisonous blood were bubbling and emitting buzzing sounds; it was a horrifying scene.
The most shocking part was that more snow foot monsters' corpses could be seen further out, one or two every one hundred feet, seen as far as thousand feet away.
They could even vaguely see more corpses further away than that.
How many snow foot monsters had died?
They had realized by now that the disappearing sounds outside the fog last night wasn't due to something bad happening to Jing Jiu, but rather, it was he who had pursued those snow foot monsters.
They watched Jing Jiu with eyes full of shock, so did Yao Songshan.
The thick fog was so cold last night that it could even freeze the Spiritual Awareness. The fog was very harmful to Cultivation practitioners, but it didn't affect the snow foot monsters, which could fight based solely on their instincts.
How did Jing Jiu do it?
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Jing Jiu and Bai Zao stood together shoulder to shoulder.
One had on fluttering white clothing.
Another had on a fluttering white dress.
The young people smiled as they saw this; who wouldn't like such a beautiful scene?!
One was the favored woman of the Center Sect, and another was the gifted swordsman of the Green Mountain Sect; they were truly a perfect pair.
”Whom do you support?”
The female disciple of the Hanging-Bell Sect asked Yao Songshan with the widened eyes.
”I don't know what you're talking about,” said Yao Songshan.
The female disciple of the Hanging-Bell Sect perched her mouth, indicating her discontent.
Yao Songshan thought emotionlessly that though Bai Zao was pretty cool, he still had to support his senior master, Zhao Layue.
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Though the scene of Jing Jiu and Bai Zao standing shoulder to shoulder looked quite nice, the two of them didn't see the same pretty scene.
The snow foot monsters' corpses were everywhere on the snowy ground, and green fluids more disgusting than moss spilled on the white snow.
Yet, they didn't pay attention to this, their conversation starting without even referring to the scenes in front of them.
”You promised me not to touch the Old Ones that night,” said Bai Zao.
Jing Jiu had appeared just in time, so she didn't have to take the golden pill; and her wound wasn't so severe that she had couldn't recover after taking some magic pills.
Jing Jiu thought about what she had said that night, and said, ”I didn't do anything to the Old Ones.”
Bai Zao looked at him seriously as she said, ”You didn't have the proof that Shi Fengchen had been involved in that event, so you shouldn't have punished him.”
Jing Jiu said, ”You didn't have any proof either.”
What he referred to was the suspicion held by many, including those of the Center Sect, that it was Jing Jiu who had forced Shi Fengchen to commit suicide.
Bai Zao said, ”You should know full well that Shi Fengchen had no power to convince the Old Ones.”
”You're right, but I knew that he had contacted the people of the Jing Xin palace,” said Jing Jiu.
Bai Zao's expression grew even more serious, as she asked, ”Are you going to do something to the Crown Prince without any proof?”
”In fact, I did something affecting him first, and then other things happened afterwards,” Jing Jiu said.
In the eyes of the Crown Prince or anybody else, the assassination attempt on Zhao Layue was caused by Jing Jiu.
Bai Zao thought that she needed time to mull over what Jing Jiu had just said, so she didn't continue discussing this topic. Pointing at the holes on the snowy ground, she said, ”Those snow foot monsters didn't come from the valley last night; they crawled out from the deep ground.”
Jing Jiu asked, ”What do you want to tell me?”
Bai Zao said, ”That Iron Thread Bug and the snow foot monsters of last night have probably been deep in the ground since the last monster invasion.”
”Could they hibernate for so long?” Jing Jiu questioned.
”As long as they are buried deep enough,” said Bai Zao.