493 A Seemingly Familiar Sword Comes Back (2/2)
In comparison to the bulking body of the Flying Whale, that strange bird looked like a
dark speck, but the violent wind he produced was extremely formidable.
Countless huge waves hurled up and crashed into the ice surrounding Shaoming Island,
causing a few large cracks in the ice.
The tail of the strange bird was quite long, looking like a sword as it shot out
innumerable flashes of light.
Many cuts of more than ten feet deep appeared on the surface of the Flying Whale's
body. A great amount of blood gushed out from those cuts, resembling waterfalls.
The strange bird laughed out in contentment, and flew back to the sword boat of Green
Mountain.
The Flying Whale dropped down toward the surface of the ocean after uttering a deep
and painful scream, and dove into the bottom of the sea, not daring to come out.
A Cultivation practitioner inquired surprisingly, ”What kind of being is this strange bird?”
Taking a glance at the trembling Cold-Signal Bird under his feet, who would rather leave
the place as soon as possible, He Wei felt irritated, and was not in the mood to answer
the question.
”This is the Principal Guard of Green Mountain, the Dark Phoenix,” Bu Qiuxiao said.
Hearing this answer, the Cultivation practitioners of various sects had a tingling
sensation on their skulls because they were once again intimidated by the strength of
the Green Mountain Sect.
This rooster with a long tail, who was a Principal Guard of Green Mountain, looked more
like a powerful figure who had cultivated the sword work for a great many years.
The Immortal Liu Ci hadn't struck yet, and Yuan Qijing hadn't even shown up, to say
nothing of this Master Dark Phoenix…No matter how powerful the Godly Swordsman of
West Ocean was, how could he resist so many formidable swordsmen at the same
time?
The sword boat swayed a bit as the Dark Phoenix landed on the deck along with the
violent wind. He raised his head proudly and strutted to the cabin of the boat.
His tail soaked red with the whale's blood, dripping onto the deck.
Seeing this, the disciples of Shangde Peak felt both proud and frightened. The elders
like Chi Yan, Liantian and others had heard of the stories regarding the internal conflict
of Green Mountain, and knew that the Masters Dark Phoenix and Dead Dog had killed
many swordsmen of Green Mountain…So they kept reticent, not daring to speak.
The Young Sister Yushan was the only one who yelled while clenching her hand into a
fist with a gleam in her eyes, ”Awesome, Master Dark Phoenix!”
The Dark Phoenix nodded slightly to show his appreciation, and entered the cabin.
Sitting in the cabin cross-legged with his eyes closed, Yuan Qijing was meditating and
storing up his energy.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and stared at the blood stained tail of the Dark Phoenix.
…
…
On the Cloud Boat of the Center Sect.
Mulling over the earlier scene, Bai Zao asked earnestly, ”Is there a possibility the two
sides will reach an agreement?”
”It's impossible,” the Immortal Bai replied. ”It's because the Green Mountain Sect has
already shelled out so much. Regardless of whether it's the flying swords, magic pills,
crystals, or the seventeen sword boats, the expenses are huge. If the Cloud-Dream
Mountain wanted to launch such a war, we would exhaust the resources accumulated
over a period of several decades. As such, the conditions for an armistice would be very
stringent on the part of Green Mountain, and it would be impossible for Jian Xilai to
accept them.”
It was then that the smooth voice of the Immortal Liu Ci echoed throughout the West
Ocean and was heard by all the Cultivation practitioners: ”Our conditions are: The West
Ocean Sword Sect has to be disbanded, and its remaining facility and members will be
managed jointly by the orthodox Cultivation sects; Jian Xilai must leave Chaotian. And
you have to swear in the name of the sword ghost that you will never return to the
mainland of Chaotian and will be killed by the heavenly thunders otherwise.”
These were the conditions that the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean couldn't possibly
accept; so he didn't even bother giving a response.
He looked in the direction of Shaoming Island and saw the large boat visible
intermittently in the clouds, remaining silent for awhile.
Su Ziye had told him that the Center Sect had the intention of collaborating with the
West Ocean Sword Sect; but the Center Sect had been inactive so far.
He understood why. If the West Ocean Sword Sect couldn't demonstrate any
outstanding prowess and let the world perceive the chance of beating Green Mountain,
the Immortals Tan and Bai wouldn't strike at all.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean drew back his gaze and looked at Liu Ci. ”I came
from the ocean,” he said expressionlessly.
His voice similarly echoed throughout the West Ocean.
Here was the ocean.
What he talked about was not this patch of the ocean.
The Godly Swordsman of West Ocean went on, ”I grew up in that patch of fog and
learned the sword work there. From the very beginning, I didn't believe in one word of
the saying 'Swords hail from Green Mountain'.”
There was an uproar among the Cultivation practitioners of various sects.
The expression on Bu Qiuxiao's face grew grave.
The Godly Swordsman's statement was tantamount to admitting his true identity.
He was the disciple of the Great Grandmaster of the Foggy Island.
It was something the Cultivation circle of Chaotian had been wondering for a long time,
and it had finally been confirmed.
”Many people are present today; it's very good.”
The nonchalant gaze of the Godly Swordsman swept over all the ships and boats in the
sky.
”The world will finally learn which branch had the stronger swordsmen, your Green
Mountain or our Foggy Island.”
Having said that, he extended his right hand slowly.
The Sword of Twelve Storey Building came back from a distant place, and landed on his
hand.
”Please,” he said to Liu Ci.
…
…
The ruined temple in the barren mountain had already collapsed.
The short and skinny old man stood amid the ruins, looking at Nan Wang quietly.
Crouching on Jing Jiu's shoulder, the standing-up hair had dropped, and the white cat
tugged his tail between legs. The intimidating air he displayed earlier was totally gone.
Jing Jiu's line of sight was fixed on the old man over Nan Wang's head. He had made
out something.
Nan Qü didn't temper himself into a sword ghost; rather, he had chosen an opposite
path.
He cultivated himself into a sword first, and then developed the sword ghost from it.
The spiritual soul of a Cultivation practitioner was usually nurtured in the sword pill and
the flying sword at the same time, until the spirit was produced, which was the sword
ghost.
The sword ghost was very weak in the beginning; but when the Cultivation practitioner
reached the Heavenly Arrival State, it would be able to drift in the air, becoming
indestructible and invincible, which was almost like the born shapeless sword body.
However, if the Cultivation practitioner let the sword ghost go to a distant place, they
wouldn't be able to use the sword anymore and would find themselves in a very
vulnerable situation.
Neither the late Pei Baifa nor Xilai would choose such a fighting style.
But, Nan Qü didn't have to worry about this, as he had tempered himself into a sword.
The sword ghost could kill people, and the sword could kill people as well.
Yet, the sword ghost wouldn't be extinct after the destruction of the sword.
This was a marvelous idea and an amazing fighting style.
Without the First Child Sword, Nan Qü had mulled it over for hundreds of years on the
Foggy Island, and cultivated a sword style totally different from others. He was truly
outstanding.
Back on the top of Shenmo Peak, Jing Jiu had told Zhao Layue that it was the most
difficult thing, finding a brand new path for Cultivation.
It was the founding of a new sect in the truest sense.
Jing Jiu felt a sensation of admiration for him, thinking that the Great Grandmaster of
the Foggy Island should be one of the most outstanding figures over the last one
thousand years.
Nan Qü was definitely an equal of himself and his Big Brother.
Thinking of all this, he stopped Nan Wang from carrying on the fight, walked to the front
of Nan Qü, and extended his right hand.
As far as Nan Qü was concerned, Jing Jiu's current Cultivation state was simply too low
to be noticed; so Nan Qü hadn't bothered taking a glance at him until now.
Nan Qü's gaze landed on Jing Jiu's face and remained there for a long time.
It was quiet in the ruins of the temple and the barren mountain.
Nan Qü commented while staring at Jing Jiu's face, ”How perfect this sword is! It seems
rather familiar.”
Jing Jiu looked at him quietly, and didn't say anything, with his right hand still extended
out.