Chapter 7

Jitang and Qian Shao went to Wansong Tower to get a thick book of rules. When they came out from the back door, they saw a stone stove next to it with hot water boiling on it.

Qian Shao noticed it and said to her with a smile, "This is the stone stove that Senior Sun built specifically for drinking tea. There are spiritual stones placed around the stone stove, and the tea brewed here can also have a slight spiritual power."

Jitang saw from afar a little black pig running towards him with firewood in its mouth, running very fast on its four short legs.

He came closer with a grunt and threw the firewood into the bottom of the stove.

Qian Shao leaned down and touched the little black pig's head. "This is a little pig. We originally sent it up the mountain to serve as our food. However, it didn't grow much after being raised for a long time. It also gained wisdom due to the influence of the sect's spiritual power. So, Senior Sun brought it here to use as firewood."

Jitang stared at the piglet.

The little pig raised its head when being touched, and looked at Jitang with squinted eyes.

Senior Sun's words echoed in my mind: "This little kid looks festive, and he looks a bit like Xiao Zhu who burns firewood for me."

Only then did Jitang realize that this pig was not that Zhu.

Ji Tang: "What's Senior Sun's name?"

Qian Shao bowed in the direction of Senior Sun and said, "Sun Qichou."

Jitang: "Oh, Sun the Shorty."

"..." Qian Shao was dumbfounded. He was in a panic, waving his hands and asking her to shush.

Ji Tang snorted, removed all the spirit stones outside Sun Qichou's stone stove and threw them aside.

The little black pig stuck its butt out and groaned.

Ji Tang pointed at it and asked, "Will you hum again?"

The little black pig's fat trembled, and it retreated towards her, looking very alert. After it was at a safe distance, it spread out its four short legs and ran into Wansong Tower.

"Oh no, oh no, this piglet is going to complain!" Qian Shao was at a loss, and was speechless to Ji Tang, "Why did you provoke it?"

Jitang didn't mean to provoke a pig, it was obvious that he just disliked Sun Qichou.

She grabbed Qian Shao and ran, "If you have time to talk, you might as well run away!"

Qian Shao was so innocent, yet somehow he became Ji Tang's accomplice. He wanted to cry but had no tears. "What's the point of running? Senior Sun will definitely know who did it."

Ji Tang glanced back at him and said, "How can you be so honest, kid? Just hide for one day and the better!"

Qian Shao opened and closed his mouth, unable to speak for a long time.

I don’t know who it is, but he is so childish and still calls others children.

The two ran all the way back to Qingbai Tower and went to the letter pavilion, which was responsible for receiving and sending letters.

The disciples in the letter pavilion saw the two people's clothes fluttering and hurriedly stood up, "Is there any important letter you need to deliver?"

Qian Shao had a lot of pain to express, his face wrinkled, and he introduced his disciples with a look of despair: "This is Junior Sister Jiu Shuishen, the new member of Xin Pavilion. Junior Sister, this is Junior Brother Yang Xiaoluan."

The two men greeted each other.

Yang Xiaoluan said happily, "That's great! The host finally sent someone to the Letter Pavilion! I've been so busy every day that I've even sent several wrong letters a few days ago."

Jitang looked at the neatly arranged wooden shelves all over the room, which were piled high with envelopes.

"Brother, are these all the letters waiting to be sent?"

Yang Xiaoluan didn't expect his junior sister to be so focused on her work upon arrival, and he was very happy. "Some are to be sent out of the sect, and some are to be sent to the various peaks of the inner sect. Come, I will teach you slowly."

Qian Shao really admired Ji Tang's generosity. He said he had something else to do and left Xin Pavilion.

Here, Yang Xiaoluan kept telling Jitang about Xin Pavilion's daily work.

Ji Tang looked at the spirit pigeons lined up outside the window and asked, "Brother, do all these spirit pigeons have owners?"

“Oh, these are ownerless.”

He walked to the window and stretched out a finger to tickle the spirit pigeon. "All of our new disciples can come to the Letter Pavilion to receive a spirit pigeon. Most of them have family members in the mortal world who need to deliver letters home."

"Seniors who have been in the sect for a long time rarely use spirit pigeons. Firstly, their mortal relatives have all reached the end of their lives, leaving no one to receive letters from home. Secondly, monks communicate with each other using spirit stones, not spirit pigeons."

Yang Xiaoluan: "After the inner disciples finish writing their letters, they will have spirit pigeons deliver them to us. We will sort the letters by location and organize them accordingly."

"The messenger will wait outside the sect on the first and fifteenth of every month. We will deliver the letters and bring back new ones at the same time."

"The letters we retrieve must also be sorted and categorized according to the peaks, and then delivered to the disciples of each peak."

Ji Tang looked at the pile of letters and asked, "Can't we use the Spiritual Communication Stone to send a message to the disciples of each peak and have them send a spirit pigeon to retrieve the letter?"

Yang Xiaoluan was helpless: "Inner disciples often go into seclusion, and the Spirit Communication Stone cannot always be used to contact them."

Ji Tang: "If we can't get in touch with the Spiritual Communication Stone, then won't we be able to contact them even if we send a letter?"

Yang Xiaoluan: "If we can't see them, we can just put them in their caves. That way, we can see them as soon as they come out of seclusion. We don't know when they will come out, so if they are delayed, it will be bad."

"We are cultivators. Thirty to fifty years may only be a period of seclusion for us, but for ordinary people, it is half a lifetime."

Ji Tang understood, "Okay, I understand."

Yang Xiaoluan smiled and said, "Outer disciples are easy to deal with, as they're close by. They know we're too busy to handle them, so many of them come directly to deliver and receive letters, saving us a lot of energy!"

After saying this, it was getting dark.

Yang Xiaoluan: "Let's go, I'll take you to dinner and then to where we're staying."

After a busy day, Jitang returned to his residence late.

The residence is located behind Qingbai Tower. Its construction style is very similar to that of an ordinary inn, but it has carved dragons and painted buildings, and the rooms are spacious. To facilitate cultivation, each room is also equipped with soundproofing spells. The most important thing is -

No charge.

Jitang lit a candle in the room, and after about half an hour, he put it out.

She opened the window quietly. It was pitch black all around, with only two or three windows occasionally showing lights.

Jitang activated his life-saving magic weapon, Wanyinzhao, and borrowed strength from the second floor several times, landing lightly and flexibly.

This was not her first time to come to Suxuan Sect, and her hidden figure easily passed the inner gate guarding disciples.

She flew towards the Border Immortal's Thousand Miles of Smoke on her sword.

In addition to the sect's mountain protection formation, each peak in the inner sect also has its own mountain protection jade.

Ji Tang's flying sword stopped outside the Qianli Yanbo. She urged the power of her soul to gather in her hands, and slowly covered the outer layer of the protective shield supported by the mountain-protecting jade.

The protective cover is almost transparent if you don't look closely. Only when you get close can you see a thin layer of cover that flows like water ripples.

The protective shield spread out from the position of Jitang's hand. When it was wide enough for one person to pass through, Jitang gathered his spiritual power and flew in quickly.

The mountain-protecting jade continued to generate spiritual power, and the protective shield that she had broken closed again in an instant.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse across the vast sea of smoke, and it is late at night and everyone is asleep.

She silently flew her sword through the sea of clouds and headed straight for the main peak where the Border Immortal Lord lived.

By then, Su Jinzhou's cave was filled with darkness.

She didn't want to consume too much of her spiritual power, so she stayed away from the cave to avoid being discovered by Su Jinzhou.

Although the Wanyinzhao can conceal herself, there will always be some movement when she moves, unlike when she is unconscious and quiet. With Su Jinzhou's cultivation level, she may be discovered if she is not careful.

She cautiously approached the cave where Su Jinzhou stored his magic weapon.

She wanted to see what Su Jinzhou was going to do with her magic weapon.

The man came down from the flying sword and once again mobilized the power of his soul, trying to break through the protective barrier of the cave.

However, before she could put her hand on the barrier, she heard Su Jinzhou's voice coming from the cave.

"who?!"

Ji Tang's fingers shrank suddenly, and he made a quick decision, stepped on the flying sword and ran away.

The cave barrier behind him appeared with Su Jinzhou, and the light lit up for a moment and then went out.

Ji Tang stood still in the air on his flying sword.

She looked back and her eyes met Su Jinzhou's.

Jitang even stopped breathing.

As the moonlight fell, the golden patterns on his black clothes sparkled.

His eyes were deep and cold, and their color was as bright as sparse stars in the deep blue night.

Those eyes seemed to be shooting straight at her through the empty space.

Jitang didn't dare to move.

After a while, Su Jinzhou withdrew his gaze.

Ji Tang exhaled softly and imperceptibly.

Su Jinzhou didn't move. He raised his hand to cover his forehead.

Most of his handsome face was covered, and his black hair scattered on the sides of his face as he lowered his head.

He looked depressed and uneasy, and his breathing was chaotic and mixed.

The whole person stood there, with layers of cold air emanating from him. He no longer looked like an immortal, but more like a demon crawling out of the abyss.

Ji Tang couldn't help but frown, he was in a very bad state.

It was late at night and quiet, so even if he didn't rest, he should be practicing in the cave.

Ji Tang couldn't understand why he would spend the night in the cave where the magic weapon was stored, and it was dark inside, with not even a light on.

Su Jinzhou maintained this state for a long time before he turned around in a daze, with a corner of his wide sleeves falling on the grass, and he walked lightly into the magic cave.

Ji Tang hesitated between following and temporarily retreating, but finally flew away from Qianli Yanbo on his sword.

Her cultivation had regressed significantly, and she had to be careful in front of Su Jinzhou.

She returned to the room and removed the Wanyin shield.

He hung his outer robe and inner garment on the wooden rack by the moonlight, then went to bed to meditate.

Su Jinzhou has changed so much, he is like a different person compared to four hundred years ago.

Four hundred years ago, he was dressed in moon-white, with a radiant demeanor and untainted by dust.

Although the long years of cultivation made him look cold and taciturn, his gentle side was revealed after getting to know him. If one knew him well, one could even see the frivolous appearance of the supreme mortal prince, who wore furs and rode horses.

Today, the Immortal Venerable is still unparalleled in the world, but he is dressed in black clothes. No one can tell what he is like in front of others, but he is cold as ice behind others. There is a hint of evil in his decadence, like a demon or a monster.

Ji Tang exhaled slightly, collected his mind, and began to practice the Nightmare Flame Technique.

Her cultivation level in the early stage of enlightenment was a great hindrance to her actions. She had to improve her cultivation level as soon as possible. What she needed most urgently now were spiritual herbs and elixirs, so she had to find a way to get some.

As he thought of this, the operation of the Nightmare Yuanyan Upper Technique suddenly stopped.

She opened her eyes and saw the familiar bed again—

The bed of Immortal Bian Jing.

This is not even the first time or the second time that she is familiar with it.

The third time, she was more calm and planned to take this opportunity to memorize the layout of the room. The next time she went to Qianli Yanbo, she would definitely compare it with Su Jinzhou's cave.

A kiss on the back of the neck.

——Fuck your calmness!

The dry lips pressed against his skin, and the warm breath suddenly gave Jitang goose bumps.

Su Jinzhou's deep voice rang out from behind his ear: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

His voice was tinged with grievance and a slight nasal tone. When his lips left the back of her neck, Ji Tang felt a flash of wetness.

"..." How could Ji Tang remain calm? Countless waves surged in her heart, and her heart was beating so fast that she felt pain.

"Why are you so late?" Su Jinzhou put one arm around her waist and the other hand through her legs, and with a force he hugged her in his arms.

He kept hugging her tightly: "There's only half an hour left until dawn."

Jitang's blinking speed became faster and faster.

What's wrong with half an hour? She feels that even half an hour is...

Jitang's eyes suddenly widened.

Warm and soft on the lips.

Su Jinzhou held the back of Jitang's head with his hand, brought him closer, and pressed his lips against his.

Ji Tang's eyes were filled with horror. It seemed that what fell on her lips was not a kiss, but a heavy alchemy cauldron and a thousand-pound magic weight, which pressed her so hard that she couldn't breathe.