493 A Seemingly Familiar Sword Comes Back (1/2)
Yin San was at most in the Free Travel State, so he couldn't be considered the true
Immortal Taiping.
And Jing Jiu was fully aware that he was having some problem regarding his body; as
such, he couldn't pose any serious threat to the Green Mountain Sect at the moment.
The most formidable foes for the Green Mountain Sect were the master and disciple,
Nan Qü and Xilai.
Looking at the approaching ruined temple and the swaying red lantern in the wind, Jing
Jiu recalculated what he had done over last few days one more time.
Nan Qü's First Child Sword was snatched by Green Mountain back then and had been
placed in the Royal Palace until the battle of the Cloud Platform, and now it was
returned to the West Ocean Sword Sect.
The Green Mountain Sect was certain that the First Child Sword had not been sent back
to the Foggy Island.
Why didn't Nan Qü take back his sword?
Others might not understand the reason, but Jing Jiu, based on his many experiences,
could think of one possibility.
Nan Qü had already tempered himself into a sword ghost, so he had no need for the
First Child Sword any longer.
If this was the case, where was this sword ghost then? Was it at the West Ocean or on
Green Mountain?
Most importantly, if Nan Qü's sword ghost had gone to another place, what kind of
being was this Nan Qü in the black coffin?
Was it an icy cold corpse or something like a sword sheath or something like that?
Would this Nan Qü in the coffin wake up?
As he was thinking of all this, Jing Jiu had arrived outside the ruined temple following
Nan Wang.
The Green Mountain Sect had already been engaged in the battle with the West Ocean
Sword Sect, so it was time for them to get rid of this red lantern.
The red lantern was probably a sort of connecting magic of the southern barbaric tribes,
one which could summon back Nan Qü's sword ghost from many thousands of miles
away.
If they wanted to vanquish Nan Qü completely, they had no choice but to destroy this
lantern.
”Nan Wang?!”
Nan Zheng walked out from the ruined temple. Seeing the more attractive and proud
young woman, who looked somewhat like herself and wore silver bells all over her
body, Nan Zheng displayed an incredulous expression on her face.
Back when Nan Wang became the peak master of Qingrong, she used rather cruel
means to wipe out the remaining members of the Nan Qü branch of the tribes.
Nan Zheng was one member of that branch. As such, she had a profound hatred toward
Nan Wang. She charged toward Nan Wang even though she was fully aware that she
was no match for her/.
As Nan Wang flicked her fingers slightly, countless vaguely visible sword strings
appeared around the ruined temple, forming a large net.
When the mountain wind blew at those sword strings, the crisp sounds of various tones
rang out, which were very pleasing to the ears.
Pah!!! Pah!!! Pah!!!
Fresh blood gushed out throughout Nan Zheng's body; she flew backwards and was
knocked against the back wall of the ruined temple, then flung into the mountain in the
back. It was unclear if she was dead or alive.
Nan Wang didn't pay further attention to her. She walked to the front of the ruined
temple and under the red lantern, and shut her eyes.
Since she was the true god prayed to by the southern barbaric tribes, she should have a
way to dismantle Nan Qü's Magic of Connection; but she had to pay some price for it.
A moment later, her body swayed a few times, her face turning pale.
The red lantern was set ablaze; and soon it was burned into ashes.
Nan Wang opened her eyes and looked at the black coffin in the temple, signaling for
Jing Jiu to stand behind her.
Squatting on Jing Jiu's shoulder, the white cat looked at the black coffin, fear and alarm
in his pupils. All the hair on his body stood on their ends, resembling a furious
dandelion.
Nan Wang walked into the ruined temple and came before the black coffin. She bent
her fingers and rapped twice lightly on the lid of the coffin.
The lid of the black coffin slid down slowly, exposing Nan Qü's skinny, small and aged
body.
Nan Wang fell silent for a while, her chest heaving slightly. Next, she swept down her
right hand as quickly as lightning and hit Nan Qü's chest squarely.
Pah!!!
Countless bright rays of light shot out from her eyes.
As her right hand struck down, the sword strings around the ruined temple fell down like
a fishing net to swaddle the black coffin.
Without a sound, the black coffin had been ground into the tiniest powders, and Nan
Qü's clothes had also been crushed into similar tiny bits.
However, Nan Qü's body was utterly intact; it still looked skinny as before, like a dried-
up corpse.
Nan Wang's eyes grew brighter, and her sword will reached its full force. She kept on
striking the body with the Endless Sword.
Pah!!! Pah!!! Pah!!!
The sword strings broke off in tandem, curling up and retracting, as they returned to the
Zither Sword.
The Zither Sword looked much dimmer; it was obvious that the sword was terribly
damaged.
Nan Wang remained silent, though she wondered why a mere body could resist the
flying sword even though this body was in an extremely high Cultivation state.
Witnessing this, Jing Jiu realized that his calculation turned out to be incomplete.
The ruined temple was filled with rubble.
The burning red lantern turned into a few wafts of green smoke.
Nan Qü opened his eyes, and said, ”I didn't' expect you to find me here.”
…
…
The sea water around Shaoming Island had been turned into ice, so the Immortal
Taiping couldn't flee from the bottom of the ocean. He had no choice but to hide on the
island.
The Cloud Boat of the Center Sect, the Boat of Diligent Study of the One-Cottage
House and the Lotus Cloud of the Fruit Formation Temple had all arrived at this place,
encircling the entire island.
As the Protective Formation of the West Ocean's mountain gate was dismantled
mysteriously, that huge shadow in the ocean began to travel to Shaoming Island at a
high speed.
That was the divine guardian animal of the West Ocean Sword Sect, the Flying Whale.
He had a huge and bulking body, so he would cause a great deal of waves even though
he was traveling in the deep sea, drawing attention of many people.
The Flying Whale traveled faster in the deep sea that in the sky. It didn't take long for
the whale to come to a spot twenty miles outside Shaoming Island.
He had to stop short here because the solid ice was up ahead.
Along with a deep and loud shriek, the Flying Whale leapt up in the sky, bringing tons of
sea water up in the air, and headed toward Shaoming Island.
It was evidently a suicidal move. It looked like the whale intended to crush the whole
Shaoming Island with his huge body.
Did the whale attempt to prove the innocence of the West Ocean Sword Sect by
sacrificing himself?
The Cultivation practitioners of the Center Sect, the One-Cottage House and the Fruit
Formation Temple were not interested in stopping him from doing so. They watched the
occurrence nonchalantly in the sky.
Yet, the Green Mountain Sect couldn't accept such an outcome.
If the West Ocean Sword Sect had killed the Immortal Taiping, how could the Green
Mountain Sect continue the crusade against them?
More importantly, the Immortal Taiping was the former sect master of the Green
Mountain Sect, a figure who was the grandmaster; how could they allow this wicked
animal of the West Ocean to kill him?
A cold and furious yell burst out on a sword boat of Green Mountain, ”How dare you, the
wicked animal!”
The shout echoed throughout heaven and earth, causing many violent gusts of wind; it
was truly powerful and intimidating.
The Cultivation practitioners of various sects wondered ghastly which peak master this
person was.
Bu Qiuxiao and others could still remember that during the battle of the Cloud Platform
Yuan Qijing stomped the Flying Whale into the sea, so they wondered if the furious
person was Yuan Qijing again.
As they thought of this, a strange bird suddenly appeared in the sky, the peculiar long
tail of his glistened under the sunlight.
The strange bird flew to the front of the Flying Whale at an unimaginably fast speed,
and berated, ”Do you have a death wish?!”
The Cultivation practitioners of various sects were stunned, and realized that it was this
bird who had spoken.