BXBX NOVEL Chapter 89: The Inherited Heaven Isn’t a Sword
Chapter 89: The Inherited Heaven Isn’t a Sword
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Zhao Layue reached her right hand out.
Jing Jiu extended his left hand.
They gripped their sword.
The wind started blowing.
The flying sword took off and pierced through the sky.
An opening appeared in the clouds before gradually closing.
A vaguely visible red line remained in the sky, emanating a faint bloody smell.
The two of them didn’t bid farewell to the crowd, not even to Xiwang Sun, which was impolite. However, there were just too many things happening today, and with the shock still lingering in their minds, they didn’t have time to notice the issue. The way Zhao Layue left without bidding farewell, they thought, actually fit the impression they had of the young girl of Shenmo Peak.
Watching the disappearing red line in the sky, Xiang Wanshu murmured, “Was that the Thoughtless Sword left by the Immortal Jing Yang?”
He was a bit sentimental as he spoke, the expression on his clean face showing admiration and aspiration.
There were many gifted disciples in the Middle State Sect, and he was merely one of them; the geniuses in this world would be innumerable.
What kind of person could be counted as a true genius? Only time would tell.
Countless geniuses in history plateaued at one point or another in their Cultivation career and became average practitioners who were no different from others, and some even vanished without a trace. This fate had happened too often to the practitioners in the Cultivation world.
Who was the first unparalleled true genius in hundreds of years? Of course, he was the one who had come the furthest.
There had been only one ascendant in Chaotian in a thousand years, and that was Jing Yang.
A person like Xiang Wanshu knew exactly how great Immortal Jing Yang was.
As for Zhao Layue, who inherited the sword of Immortal Jing Yang, even his Big Brother Tong Yan would admire her a little, let alone him.
It was at that moment that the young monk of the Fruit Formation Temple came to the old monk’s side, pointing to his mouth and yelling twice with his mouth closed, appearing quite anxious.
Some of them felt odd about it, wondering if this Cultivation disciple was a dumb, but those practitioners familiar with the Fruit Formation Temple figured this young monk was practicing the Vow of Silence.
The young monk wanted to know: those two Cultivation disciple had already left, so do I still need to practice the Vow of Silence?
“You can stop,” said the old monk.
The young monk felt a great sense of relief as he watched the fading red line in the sky, and he spoke aloud.
His voice was loud and clear, like the sound of the evening bell in the ancient temple that resonated on the Cloudy Platform.
“Coming for fun and leaving when fun is over is the way of the immortal masters...”
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“The way of the immortal masters? I’m afraid it’s the way of the devils. The land is facing another disaster...”
Standing in Haizhou and watching the flashes of sword light and precious relics spreading in the sky, Shi Fengchen said this without emotion.
His subordinate didn’t quite understand what he meant, thinking that the Pure Heaven Bureau had failed miserably today when they were supposed to catch the two villains, but instead they almost captured two prominent figures of the Green Mountain Sect. Whatever you thought about those two couldn’t change the impression of the populace about the Green Mountain, and the immortal masters of Green Mountain couldn’t be demon monsters!
Shi Fengchen didn’t explain. He thought Zhao Layue was like a certain significant figure who had been present in the Cultivation world many years ago.
That significant figure had traveled around the mortal world and believed in killing evildoers to impede their evil deeds. The number of those who had died by his sword was even higher than those slain by Lian Sanyue.
In the end, that significant figure had succumb to evil, bringing disaster to the Cultivation world.
This was a well-kept secret that almost nobody in the Cultivation world knew, and even fewer people in the Green Mountain Sect knew about it.
Yet he happened to learn this secret from the former director of the Pure Heaven Bureau.
Shi Fengchen had made up his mind; he would use all of his connections and resources when he got back to Zhaoge City to gain an opportunity to meet the Emperor.
If he could meet the Emperor, then he would try his best to convince the Emperor to connect Zhao Layue to the past disaster.
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Among the nine peaks of Green Mountain, Shangde Peak was the coldest, Yunxing Peak was the most dangerous, Shenmo Peak was the loneliest, and Tianguang Peak was the highest.
In the beginning of spring, all things awoke from their winter sleep, and the trees on Tianguang Peak had already turned green. If you stood on Tianguang Peak and looked around, you would see beautiful surroundings full of life.
However, a big, tall figure stood by the cliff edge, looking at the scenery with a different sense, one full of melancholy.
“He is still alive, and went to see you?”
His listener wasn’t a human, but a white cat with long fur.
The White Ghost, one of the principal guards, left Bihu Peak and came here today for unknown reasons.
There was a monument sitting on a stone turtle on Tianguang Peak.
The stone turtle was very big, about thirty feet long and thirty feet wide.
White Ghost sat on top of the stone turtle’s head, looking awfully small in comparison.
He didn’t pay attention to what had been said, licking his fur and washing his face with great care.
–I had brought the message to you; It was no concern of mine that you two, a senior and a junior, pretended not to know each other.
White Ghost was quite curious about a lot of things, and a saying on the Green Mountain depicted the outcome of such curiosity.
And he remembered another saying even better—curiosity killed the cat.
“I didn’t arrange this, but I knew about it and supported it. The purpose of practicing the sword in the Green Mountain is to use it; Liangwang Peak exists for this purpose. The enthusiasm of the young generation shouldn’t be dampened by us of the older generation. I know what he was worried about, but I believe the new generation always exceeds the older generation. These children might be able to do what he and my Master couldn’t do in the past.”
White Ghost didn’t stop washing his face, but his gaze passed through his front paw scratching at lightning speed, falling upon a figure.
Looking at the back of that figure, he had a strong urge to sneak up on the man for an attack.
Just as he had done that night on Bihu Peak two years ago. This desire was too strong to resist.
Ultimately, White Ghost gave up on this idea since he knew he couldn’t beat him.
White Ghost felt frustrated, stopped washing his face, and scratched the head of the stone turtle with his paw.
As a Green Mountain guard, his strength was formidable, and his sharp claws were many times more powerful than most of the flying swords.
Two years ago on Bihu Peak, he swayed his paw once, knocking Jing Jiu into the lake one thousand yards away, and it took Jing Jiu half a year to recover.
If he scratched the turtle’s head with all his might, would the stone turtle be smashed into pieces?
That didn’t happen.
The stone turtle didn’t break into pieces or crack, and it didn’t even sustain a white imprint.
An old and sluggish life-energy appeared on the peak top.
The stone turtle opened his eyes, a baffled expression in his eyes, as he did not know what had just happened.
The stone turtle was a living being.
That man turned around. He was tall and stout, with a peaceful and calm expression in his eyes and an immeasurable vigor: He was the Sect Master.
“In what way did Round Turtle possibly offend you that you had wake him up as he slept.”
White Ghost could break a mountain and split a lake when wielding his paw; it was why Jing Jiu’s coughing could be heard Shenmo Peak for six months, and yet, he was only able awaken the stone turtle with his paw.
This did not embarrass.
As someone who had lived thousands of years on the Green Mountain, White Ghost of course knew the turtle had a thick and tough skin, so it was impossible for him to hurt the turtle.
This was because his companion was also a Green Mountain guard—Round Turtle.
“You don’t feel embarrassed, but as the Sect Master, I don’t even have a sword. Should I feel embarrassed?”
Looking at the monument on top of the stone turtle, the Sect Master said, “Anyway, he is going to come back; if he wants to stop this thing, he has to come for a sword.”
This monument was huge, like a hill being cut in half, and had a smooth surface, but no words engraved on it.
A sword was inserted on the top of the monument, looking like a pigtail on little girl’s head.
Was it the legendary Inherited Heaven Sword?
However, upon looking closely, one would discover the sword...had no hilt, and was hollow inside.
The Inherited Heaven Sword was not a sword, but a sheath!
A sword sheath was named the Inherited Heaven, so what kind of sword had been placed in that sheath?
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