Chapter 107 Chapter 107 Heavenly Jade, God-Slaying Sword, See...
The Ninth Realm Master’s words are followed by laws.
Everyone present had only heard of the legend of the Ninth Realm Master, but no real Ninth Realm Master had ever appeared.
The moment Jiang Zhaoxue's voice fell, the Thunder Sword broke through the air and rushed towards Gu Jun.
Before Jiang Zhaoxue could even utter a word, Gu Jun had already summoned his natal sword and rushed towards Jiang Zhaoxue like lightning!
Both of them were top cultivators, equally matched. Both of them swung their swords with all their strength, and they were unstoppable in their determination to destroy both themselves and the enemy.
The two men moved too fast, no one had time to stop them, and no one had the ability to stop them. They only saw the flying sword rushing towards Jiang Zhaoxue, but she did not make any defensive moves, but only put all her strength into it, as if she was going to fight to the death with Gu Jun.
“Yaoyao!!”
Jiang Zhaoyue screamed and rushed forward upon seeing this, casting a talisman quickly. However, just as he moved, he saw a red figure rushing forward first, suddenly blocking between Jiang Zhaoxue and Gu Jun!
Gu Jun's powerful sword energy slammed into the young man fiercely, instantly penetrating his body and knocking him to the ground.
Jiang Zhaoxue's Thunder Sword instantly transformed into five swords, and suddenly fixed on Gu Jun's limbs and forehead, pinning him to death on the stone tablet behind him. At that moment, it transformed into tens of millions of blades, cutting off his bones and flesh, and chopped him into pieces!
A scream instantly rang out. Guan Xiushu rushed forward in anger, leaped forward, and swung his sword, slashing at Jiang Zhaoxue: "Die!"
"roll!"
Jiang Zhaoxue raised his hand, and the powerful spiritual power came like a wave, knocking Guan Xiushu to the ground.
Seeing this, Liu Mingxiu, who was standing by, hurried forward, helped Shen Yuqing, who was pierced by Gu Jun's flying sword, up, and quickly fed him medicine to protect his heart meridians.
Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at Shen Yuqing who was helped up by Liu Mingxiu, and immediately turned to look at everyone.
After casting spells twice in a row, both opponents were high-level cultivators. Jiang Zhaoxue felt the blood boiling in his chest and remained silent.
Guan Xiushu struggled to his feet. Looking at Jiang Zhaoxue, whose mouth was bleeding, he shouted anxiously, "Even a Ninth Realm Master relies on spiritual energy to cast spells. She must have been seriously injured to kill my senior brother. She is already at the end of her strength. If we don't kill her today, there will be endless trouble in the future. Attack!"
"Don't be impulsive!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Minghuan immediately spoke up to reassure everyone, saying, "Lady Jiang is the Lady of Penglai, not a demonic cultivator. She was simply enraged for a moment. There are still some questions about the Book of Destiny. You might as well sit down and have a good discussion before making a decision."
When everyone heard this, they looked at each other in surprise.
According to what everyone has learned over the years, destiny is written in the Book of Destiny, and the fate derived from the Book of Destiny is the foundation of the world and cannot be shaken.
Once it is shaken, the balance of heaven and earth will be lost, mountains will collapse and rocks will crack, and heaven and earth will return to nothingness.
However, now Pei Zichen has severed the line of his destiny and severely damaged the Book of Destiny, but not only has the world not been destroyed, even... the luck and spiritual energy have changed. Then, for so many years, the Lingjian Immortal Pavilion has killed countless innocent people in the name of upholding destiny. Is this still a just act?
Lingjian Xian Pavilion may have even forged the matter of the Book of Destiny, so what is the hidden story behind the matter of Pei Zichen?
After all, Pei Zichen never actually killed anyone in the True Immortal Realm until his death.
Instead, he helped the True Immortal Realm to expel the demonic cultivators from the Nine Netherworld Realm and turned the tide.
What's more, Jiang Zhaoxue is now a ninth-level life master. If he takes action again after he and Pei Zichen have already fought a round of rounds, it will be a fight to the death. Is this necessary?
Everyone had their own plans, and Jiang Zhaoxue could see it. She stared at them coldly, feeling a burning pain in her heart. She sneered, "Talk? If you want to talk, then show some sincerity. Everyone who attacked Pei Zichen today should stand up and cripple themselves. Then there's still room for negotiation. Otherwise, what's there to talk about?!"
These words made everyone present change their expression. There was almost no sect disciple here who did not participate in the encirclement and suppression. It was just a matter of fighting or not fighting.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhaoxue understood what they were thinking and curled the corners of her mouth.
Pei Zichen taught them too well, so well that he never considered that these were beasts with human skins and beastly hearts, and he had no idea of right or wrong.
These people can only learn their lesson by killing. Her blood boiled and her murderous intent gradually arose.
Everyone sensed the murderous intent and subconsciously clenched their magical weapons. Shui Chenyuan and Guan Xiushu exchanged glances, secretly sending glances to their respective sect members. Jiang Zhaoxue sensed the surroundings gathering momentum and chuckled softly, "You can't even show this little sincerity, and you still want to negotiate with me?!"
After saying that, she raised her hand, but at that moment, the Yin-Yang Banners of the Nebula Sect suddenly lit up densely next to Jiang Zhaoxue's hand, and two chains broke out of the ground and locked her up suddenly.
The ground was crisscrossed with a chessboard-like network. The disciples of the Lingjian Immortal Pavilion formed a formation and summoned their flying swords. Jiang Zhaoyue's talismans flew out like a dragon, and Shui Chenyuan leaped towards him. The Xingyun Sect, Lingjian Immortal Pavilion, and Penglai suddenly became a melee.
Guan Xiushu led the disciples of the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion to form a formation and manipulate the flying swords. When everyone saw the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion's formation, Zhou Bugang frowned: "The Soul Devouring Death Formation combined with the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion's Ten Killing Formation, Jiang Zhaoxue is locked up, that's it."
After saying this, Guan Xiushu turned his hand, and saw hundreds of swords from all directions disappearing into the black air towards Jiang Zhaoxue. Guan Xiushu shouted: "Death, witch!"
"Yaoyao!"
Seeing this, Jiang Zhaoyue turned around, and Shui Chenyuan took the opportunity to knock Jiang Zhaoyue away with a palm. Li You hurriedly stepped forward and supported Jiang Zhaoyue, and was then surrounded by the disciples of the Xingyun Sect's Lingjian Xian Pavilion.
The sword sank into the black air, as if it was swallowed up, and became motionless.
Jiang Zhaoyue looked at the black gas-filled formation in horror and clenched his fists angrily.
"Jiang'er," Shui Chenyuan turned around panting. He had just been hit hard by Jiang Zhaoyue's talisman, and his Nascent Soul was aching slightly. He stared at Jiang Zhaoyue intently and said through gritted teeth, "Go back today and ask your father how Penglai plans to deal with the trouble you and your brother have caused!"
"Take your life!"
A clear female voice sounded, and the black air exploded. The Yin-Yang Banner of the Nebula Sect suddenly came crashing down, slamming into Shui Chenyuan and knocking him directly to the ground!
Everyone looked up in surprise and saw Jiang Zhaoxue looking up while breathing slightly.
The chains on her body were all broken, and her face was covered in blood. She stared at Shui Chenyuan, who was looking at him in shock, and sneered, "Since you have all worked together to protect the murderer and still want to cause trouble for Penglai, then don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless. I will settle with you!"
The moment the sound fell, everyone saw the golden formation under Jiang Zhaoxue's feet light up.
She drew the formation!
Just now she was in the black air, actually to draw a formation!
A Ninth Realm Master of Life and Death does not need a large formation. If a formation is set up, it will be a situation of life and death!
"The laws of nature are unpredictable, so I gamble my life on it. Best of luck, I will conquer the world!"
Jiang Zhaoxue flipped her hand, and the seal flew, the Qiankun stick spun rapidly, and a strong wind rose. The wound on her face dripped blood. Jiang Zhaoxue stared at everyone intently. All the cultivators reacted and rushed forward like crazy, but were stopped by the formation she had set up long ago. They watched her cast a spell in the middle: "Lingxu forms the formation, Yuanluo draws the bow, and the Slashing God becomes the sword. Whoever hurts Pei Zichen——"
Jiang Zhaoxue clasped his hands together and shouted, "Kill them all!"
The moment the voice fell, the jade stick flew out, and the two words "Shang Shang" were seen by everyone. Everyone tried to rush out without hesitation!
However, the golden threads formed a net and soared into the sky. The entire Lingjian Immortal Pavilion instantly turned into a huge cage. The Yuanluo Bow stood high in the sky, and the God-Slaying Sword turned into a rain of arrows. The first arrow was aimed directly at Shuichenyuan, flew towards it, and suddenly pierced him!
Shui Chenyuan opened his eyes in shock, and saw Jiang Zhaoxue standing in the formation. He looked up at the rain of arrows falling like falling stars, laughing crazily and shouting, "Kill! Kill them all!"
There were screams everywhere and everyone wanted to pounce on Jiang Zhaoxue. However, the closer they got to Jiang Zhaoxue, the denser the rain of arrows became.
During this extreme riot and massacre, Jiang Zhaoxue listened to the wailing of the crowd and felt a mixture of pain and hatred in his heart, which seemed to be relieved, but also seemed not to have been relieved.
But she didn't care, she just wanted to kill them all.
Heaven and earth were born from desolation and will return to desolation. Where is right and wrong, where is good and evil? All are dead.
Demonic energy slowly rose in her eyes as she thought of Pei Zichen bowing down step by step, and of Pei Zichen hugging her tightly and saying, "My Lady, you are a Ninth Realm Life Master."
If a Ninth Realm Fate Master couldn't even kill the people who harmed him, if he couldn't even seek justice, what good was he as a Ninth Realm Fate Master?!
"Give me--"
Jiang Zhaoxue concentrated her spiritual power and tracked it over everyone's heads. However, before she could even utter the word "die", someone suddenly grabbed her hand and shouted, "Yaoyao!"
Jiang Zhaoxue froze and looked up to see a man covered in blood walking towards him.
The moment Jiang Zhaoxue saw the person coming, his pupils shrank.
Jiang Zhaoyue held her tightly, his body covered with scars from her golden arrows.
Jiang Zhaoyue was a talisman practitioner and was not good at close combat. At the moment, the golden arrows around her did not distinguish between friend and foe. By the time he got here, he had used up all his talismans and was inevitably injured.
He held her wrist tightly, showing weakness and pleading for the first time, and said in a hoarse voice: "Enough."
When Jiang Zhaoxue heard the word "Enough", tears rolled down her face. She suddenly became sober, but the image of Pei Zichen falling on her shoulder kept appearing in her mind, and she couldn't take back the magic light in her hand no matter what she did.
She struggled to stare at Jiang Zhaoyue and said with difficulty: "Pei Zichen is dead."
"I know. But these disciples are innocent."
"Innocent?" Jiang Zhaoxue smiled through her tears. "Those who put the evildoers behind them are guilty of the same crime as the evildoers. They can't even hand over the murderer. How can they be considered innocent?!"
"What if we hand it over?"
A woman's voice sounded. Jiang Zhaoxue and Jiang Zhaoyue looked at the same time and saw Liu Mingxiu walking towards them with a long sword in his hand.
She is the only person here who is still neat, open and calm.
He stepped into the blood step by step and came to Jiang Zhaoxue.
Guan Xiushu saw Liu Mingxiu approaching and quickly said, "Junior sister, hurry up..."
Before he finished speaking, Liu Mingxiu suddenly drew out his sword and chopped off Guan Xiushu's head!
This sudden change shocked everyone. Liu Mingxiu turned around, looked at Jiang Zhaoxue calmly, and said seriously, "Who else do you want to kill? I'll help you kill them."
Jiang Zhaoxue remained silent. She stared intently at this legendary Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion's most unpredictable elder. Seeing her silence, Liu Mingxiu raised his voice, "Disciples of the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion, step out!"
Everyone remained motionless, and Liu Mingxiu's pressure was immediately apparent: "Step out!"
Hearing this, the remaining disciples of the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion gritted their teeth and stepped forward. Liu Mingxiu said calmly, "Kneel down."
Upon hearing this, everyone pursed their lips and knelt down.
Liu Mingxiu raised his eyes to look at Jiang Zhaoxue and said calmly, "These are the disciples who are still here today. All the disciples of the Immortal Path today have participated in the encirclement and suppression, but they are all young disciples, just like Pei Zichen back then. The sect gave the order, and the disciples followed it. They certainly made mistakes, but in comparison, the fault lies with us elders."
As he spoke, Liu Mingxiu walked through the crowd and came to Jiang Zhaoxue. He knelt on one knee, raised his hand to draw his sword, placed it on his shoulder, and said calmly: "Today I am willing to exchange my arm for the future of my disciple. I hope that Lady Jiang will show mercy and give the Lingjianxian Pavilion a way out."
The moment the voice fell, Liu Mingxiu raised his sword and swung it down. Jiang Zhaoxue hurriedly shouted, "Wait."
Liu Mingxiu stopped moving and Jiang Zhaoxue looked around.
These disciples were wearing the Lingjian Xian Pavilion uniforms that Pei Zichen had once worn, and they all looked as young as Pei Zichen back then.
She looked at them, vaguely recalling the youthful days that Pei Zichen had talked about during casual conversation.
He and these disciples had been on missions together, eaten together, and chatted together. Every person here may have his traces, and every piece of land here is where he had passed by.
Jiang Zhaoxue's eyes felt a little sore when she thought about it. She turned her head away, unable to speak, and felt unwilling.
Jiang Zhaoyue watched from the side and couldn't help but say, "Yaoyao, Pei Zichen's body is still there. There are countless ways to summon souls in the world of cultivation. If you have committed too many sins, you may not have a chance to save him."
Jiang Zhaoxue listened, pursed her lips, and after struggling for a long time, she finally said, "Each of you cut off a piece of flesh and blood to offer to him, and I will stop."
Hearing this, everyone was stunned. Then Qi Shan, the disciple who had exchanged shifts with Pei Zichen, pursed his lips, rolled up his sleeves, and slashed down fiercely.
Blood and flesh fell to the ground, and Qi Shan's face turned pale.
One disciple started, and the surroundings were silent, with only the sound of cutting meat being heard.
Starting from the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion, each sect gradually knelt down. When the blood covered the front door of the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion, Jiang Zhaoxue looked at the young faces and finally said, "This is what it feels like to be hurt."
Everyone was a little bewildered. Jiang Zhaoxue looked at them and said in a hoarse voice, "Remember this: your gentleman brother Pei Zichen, who has always protected you, who has always guarded the border of the Cangming Sea and never let the Nine Nether Realm invade, was dismembered piece by piece by you because of your weakness and silence, and with your accomplices. Remember this feeling today. I wish that in the future, there will be no Pei Zichen in the True Immortal Realm."
When everyone heard this, they were all silent.
The eyes of the fellow disciples who had been close to Pei Zichen were red, and the youngest disciple finally couldn't help but burst into tears, "I'm sorry..."
He spoke with difficulty: "I don't want to... I'm just scared... I... I don't want to..."
Hearing the crying, Jiang Zhaoxue finally felt as if she had accomplished something. She looked at the blood-red sky and earth and finally felt tired. Her expression gradually dimmed. She stood silently for a moment and finally turned around.
She first walked in front of Gu Jun, whose flesh had been scraped off his body, leaving only a breath of life.
He stared at Jiang Zhaoxue fiercely, without any immortal demeanor. He seemed no different from the greedy hunter who made countless wishes after picking up the Book of Destiny in the human world.
Jiang Zhaoxue stared at him for a moment, then lowered her head and picked up the already dimmed Book of Destiny from under his feet.
There was a cut on the book and it had lost all its vitality. It looked no different from an ordinary book.
Jiang Zhaoxue frowned, but put it into her sleeve, then turned around and walked towards Pei Zichen.
Her long skirt was soaked with blood as she calmly passed by Shen Yuqing.
As they passed by, Shen Yuqing's voice suddenly rang out: "Kill me."
Jiang Zhaoxue paused and remained silent.
Shen Yuqing's tendons and veins were shattered by Gu Jun's sword. He leaned weakly against the stone tablet with the commandments written on it and whispered, "I have done many evil things. Please kill me."
"From the very beginning, Gu Jun has been attracted by your luck."
Jiang Zhaoxue spoke calmly. Shen Yuqing was stunned for a moment, then she heard Jiang Zhaoxue say, "The Book of Destiny used the same method in the past to try to seize the luck of Ye Wenzhi, Song Wuya, Li Xiuji, and others. You are doing the same."
"You're talking nonsense!"
Shen Yuqing shouted at him, his eyes filled with uncontrollable fear: "The Book of Destiny is not an evil object..."
"It is."
Jiang Zhaoxue turned to look at him. "He used the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion as a weapon, stealing people's luck for his own selfish purposes. It has long been an evil creature. Those 'Forsaken of Heaven' you killed in the past were not forsaken by Heaven, but were slaughtered by you."
"impossible!"
Shen Yuqing's pupils shrank sharply, and Jiang Zhaoxue's eyes held a hint of pity. "You thought you were upholding the righteous path, but you were wrong from the beginning. Your entire life has been calculated by them. Gujun raised you just to use you. When you grew up, he would find an opportunity to deprive you of your luck and give it to the Book of Destiny. You were supposed to have a smooth path to immortality, destined for ascension—"
Jiang Zhaoxue's gaze fell on the lifeline around him. Her pupils gradually turned blue, with golden lines swirling between them. It was as if her eyes were spying on his past and present lives. She spoke slowly, "You and I were destined to be together, to have a fulfilling life. You could have done it."
"I don't believe it..."
Shen Yuqing shook his head frantically: "I don't believe it... Master is doing this for my own good, it's all for my own good... Lingjian Xian Pavilion was also established to protect the people of the world, I did nothing wrong..."
"I didn't meet Song Qingyin before she died."
Jiang Zhaoxue ignored him and continued, "I have never harmed Mu Jinyue. If you don't believe me—"
Jiang Zhaoxue turned around and looked at Gu Jun who was not far away. After thinking for a moment, he said calmly, "Go ask your master."
Hearing "Gujun", Shen Yuqing seemed to suddenly realize something. He covered his wound, rushed forward in a panic, and said excitedly: "Master..."
As he spoke, he rushed to the bloody skeleton and said excitedly, "Master, the Book of Destiny is correct, right? The Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion is correct, right?"
"Zeyuan..."
Gu Jun spoke hoarsely, staring at him with the only remaining eye: "You killed me, shouldn't you give me your life?"
Shen Yuqing was stunned, and at that moment, Gu Jun's soul burst out from his forehead and suddenly attacked Shen Yuqing!
Liu Mingxiu turned back in shock, drew his sword and was about to kill, but at that moment, Shen Yuqing's natal sword "Qingzheng" was faster than anyone else. It jumped out of Shen Yuqing's scabbard and slashed towards Gu Jun's soul!
Gu Jun's soul screamed and soared into the sky, then exploded and scattered.
Shen Yuqing stared at the scene in a daze, looking at the Qingzheng Sword in his hand in disbelief.
His sword was given to him by Gu Jun, and he used it to slay the evildoers in the world. In the end...
Qingzheng killed his master.
The sword that cuts down all the evildoers in the world finally kills the master he wants to possess.
"Zeyuan."
The voice that had taught Gu Jun in his youth echoed, teaching him stroke by stroke: "Water nourishes all things, the deep harbors myriad sects. The prosperity of the people of the world depends on the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion. In the future, you must also guard the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion and protect the people."
Guard the Sword Immortal Pavilion and protect the people.
But Master...
If Lingjian Xian Pavilion is wrong, what is right?
Why lie to him, who is lying to him?
He should have had a smooth path to immortality, and his marriage to Jiang Zhaoxue was destined to be a happy one. He should have lived a fulfilling life...
Shen Yuqing's laughter sounded behind Jiang Zhaoxue, followed by what seemed to be a noisy sound.
It seemed as if Liu Mingxiu was pulling him and persuading him.
However, Jiang Zhaoxue could not hear anything. She walked back to Pei Zichen step by step and looked at the young man lying quietly on the ground.
He is still as handsome as ever, and looks even more handsome in red clothes.
Jiang Zhaoxue's eyes were slightly sore. She turned her head and looked at the thousand-year-old mountain gate of Lingjian Immortal Pavilion. She stared at it for a long time, but she still felt unwilling to give up. She said in a hoarse voice: "I curse the heavens with my life-"
As soon as she opened her mouth, wind and clouds surged, and everyone looked over in terror. She stared at the gate of the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion and shouted, "I curse the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion. For three hundred years, no spiritual energy will gather, no grass or trees will grow, the wind and snow will never stop, and the springs and rivers will dry up! Unless Pei Zichen returns from the dead, this curse will last as long as Jiang Zhaoxue survives!"
After these words were spoken, everyone present looked at each other in surprise.
This spell is not a big deal for ordinary disciples. If the spiritual energy in one place is gone, they can just move to another place. But for a sect, it is like cutting off the source of its resources, completely severing its foundation.
However, after the bloody battle just now, no one dared to step forward. After Jiang Zhaoxue finished the curse, she seemed to finally relax. She squatted down and gently held Pei Zichen in her arms.
"Pei Zichen." She spoke softly, murmured, "I'll take you back to Penglai."
As she spoke, she summoned a fairy crane and carried the talented young swordsman, a rare sight in a thousand years, who had won the first prize in the sword-testing competition at the age of seventeen, and who had defeated hundreds of sects with a single sword and even cut through the Book of Destiny at the age of twenty-five. They rode away together on the crane.
When she left, the wind blew gently, and Jiang Zhaoxue flew out of the Lingjian Xian Pavilion area and watched the sunset falling on Pei Zichen's face.
She looked into the distance and murmured softly, "The method of summoning souls..."
As Jiang Zhaoxue flew away, the wind blew a few particles of light towards the Cangming Sea.
Silla Yi and his men were lurking at the foot of the Lingjian Immortal Pavilion. They watched Jiang Zhaoxue leave on a crane with cold eyes. Just as they were hesitating whether to intercept Pei Zichen's body, they heard a voice from the disciple guarding the seal of Cangming Sea: "Sir, the master's seal has loosened, please come quickly!"
Silla Yi was stunned when she heard this, and instantly realized something, and was overjoyed.
Done!
The five divine artifacts recognized their master, Pei Zichen returned!
Silla was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something. She turned her eyes to the tall and thin young man following her: "Zhou Pan, I'm going to pick up the master and go back to inform Zhou Shi to take action. We must do it before the master wakes up." Silla's expression turned cold, "Kill Ye Tianjiao."
After saying that, everyone in the Nine Netherworld Realm left separately.
Inside the Destiny Hall of the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion, a young man looked up at the invisible golden book high above and sighed, "Alas, I failed."
Everything seemed to have settled, and only Pei Zichen was left, walking in a white light, confused and unaware of how long he had been walking.
His mind was blank. He didn't know where he came from or where he was going.
I could only faintly hear a voice, with a hint of laughter, saying, "When the God created the world, he said that the world's affairs are horizontally composed of the universe, vertically composed of life and death, and in the middle composed of the human heart. Beyond these five, there is destiny. I hold the Jade of Heaven's Secret, and I hold the Sword of God-Slaying, which controls death. Besides the Book of Destiny, these two are the most supreme spiritual instruments, controlling life and death. Whoever possesses these two possesses the five divine instruments, and therefore requires a gentleman of the utmost purity and virtue. We thought such a person did not exist in the world."
Pei Zichen turned around upon hearing the voice, and saw two people, one black and one white, walking towards him. He slowly saluted:
"Heavenly Jade."
"God-slaying sword."
"Greetings, my Lord."
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The author has something to say: The last part is finally here.
I see the first light of dawn.
Oh yeah.
Before I started writing, I thought it would take 400,000 words to get to this point, but I didn’t expect... Never mind, never mind.
【Small Theater】
Pei Zichen looked at the black and white figures walking towards him in a daze, and smiled carefreely: "Hi, my Black and White Impermanence."
The Celestial Jade and the God-Slaying Sword: "...I'm here to save you, you fool!!"
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