Chapter 118
Ye Wangchuan's coldness could penetrate the skin and bones, and it seemed that even the blood could freeze into a layer of frost.
The spiritual shield on Su Jinzhou's body had been removed long ago, and the death energy rushed up and penetrated into his body the moment it touched him. As soon as these death energies entered the body of a living person, they raged everywhere, as if they wanted to eat up all the flesh and blood.
Ye Baidu raised his white eyelashes and asked the pale man in front of him, "What are you doing? Do you want to empathize with her pain?"
Su Jinzhou curled his lips, "It's a world of difference, isn't it?"
Compared to what Jitang had endured, what he was going through now was nothing.
He knew that what he was doing seemed childish, but the pain in his heart could not be relieved, and he just wanted to find an outlet. However, he found that the more he felt the dead air and coldness, the more he thought of Ji Tang's suffering in the furnace.
The death energy rampaged in the body like the sharpest knife in the world, cutting the flesh and bones one by one.
Su Jinzhou: "Thank you..."
Ye Baidu: "No need." He interrupted him and turned around neatly, "Now that I have finished talking, I should go and extradite the dead."
Su Jinzhou remained silent and watched his departing back.
He wanted to ask him if he was lonely?
Would you feel lonely if someone you see every day suddenly leaves and doesn’t remember you when you meet again?
*
The other side.
Ji Tang finished his practice and maintained his cross-legged posture, staring at the empty table in a daze.
It was as if there should have been a dark lamp there, burning with a green flame that would never go out.
Suddenly, a cry was heard outside the door, startling her back to reality. It was her neighbor, who lived in a small house half a floor above her.
But she heard more than just this one cry. She began to hallucinate, as if there were many more cries beside her, men and women, elderly people in their seventies, and children in their teens. These voices intertwined and entangled, making it difficult for her to calm down.
There was a knock on the door, and she heard Su Jinzhou's voice, "Jitang."
All the chaotic sounds around Ji Tang disappeared in an instant, leaving only the crying sound of the woman who was half a floor higher than her.
"I'm here." Jitang saw Su Jinzhou standing outside the door, "Brother, haven't you rested yet?"
Su Jinzhou subconsciously tugged at his black robe.
Ji Tang smiled, "It's not the clothes, it's that your eyes are a little red."
She closed the door and said, "Let's go."
They have been delayed for some time. During this period, Huanmang and the other two have been checking with the ferryman to see the extent of the gathering of the dead in Yewangchuan. Once things here are settled, they should go back.
At this time, Huanmang and the other two were at the place where the ferrymen were on duty. It looked more like an enlarged version of a coffin than a house.
The rectangular room that could accommodate hundreds of people was very empty, with nothing else except a temporary resting place for ferrymen.
Ji Tang looked up and saw that the pure black flat roof covered the coffin tightly, and the room could only be illuminated by the burning Nether Fire.
Huan Mang and the other two were standing at one end of a long table, with a few ferrymen beside them. Half of the table was covered with drawings, with many areas circled on them.
Huan Mang saw Ji Tang and called someone over with a smile, "Is the matter resolved?"
Ji Tang nodded and looked at the circled area on the diagram. "Are these the places where the dead often gather?"
Huan Mang said with a headache: "It would be great if this is really the place where the dead gather. These are the soul sacrifice arrays we found."
There were at least dozens of circled areas on the map. Ji Tang found it incredible, "All of them?"
"All of them," Chu Jinhuai said, "I think the black forces want to turn all the souls in the realm of the dead into sacrifices."
"How do we break the soul sacrifice formation?" Ji Tang waited for a while but didn't hear any answer. When he looked up, he saw several people with troubled expressions.
Her heart skipped a beat. "Don't know?"
A ferryman said, "We really don't know. If we want to break this magic circle, we have to ask the one below."
Ji Tang understood immediately, "Undead Realm? Who is the 'that' you are talking about?"
The ferryman replied, "The River of Oblivion."
Ji Tang was confused, "Isn't this a place name?"
Huan Mang was also confused. "Wangchuan is the name of the sea, right?"
Jiuxiao: "So... it's a person's name?"
Ferryman: "Wangchuan is not a human. He is pure energy with spiritual consciousness. He controls Yewangchuan and is the master of Yewangchuan. The whirlpool on the sea surface can be regarded as his eyes. Nothing that happens on the sea surface can escape his eyes. He knows everything about Yewangchuan."
Ji Tang laughed dryly and looked at Su Jinzhou.
Then they had already gone straight into other people's eyes, which was quite embarrassing.
Su Jinzhou coughed lightly.
Su Jinzhou: "In that case, I'll have to trouble you all to ask Wangchuan how to break the formation as quickly as possible."
The ferryman nodded. "This concerns the entire Night Forget River. We will go to the Undead Realm immediately." He bowed stiffly to the group. "Thank you very much."
Huan Mang waved his hand and said with a smile: "Once Yewangchuan is destroyed, it will affect more than just you. If we keep this place, at least we will have a place to go when we die, haha..."
He made a joke, but no one laughed.
The ferryman understood his humor, but his face remained cold.
Jiu Xiao glanced at him and said, "Be serious."
Huan Mang touched his nose awkwardly, then changed his expression and said seriously, "When the lips and teeth are gone, they are interdependent. We will need your help when we face the black forces in the future. So we will return."
Before they left, they saw Yebaidu who was extraditing the dead at the entrance of the beach.
Huanmang waved at him.
Ye Baidu was still followed by the deceased, so he couldn't say more. "Going back?"
Huanmang: "Yes, see you next time!"
Ye Baidu nodded slightly and led the deceased towards the coastal port, while Huanmang and his group went towards the entrance.
Passing by.
Ji Tang suddenly turned around and called out to him, "Daoyou!"
Ye Baidu stopped and looked sideways.
Jitang asked: "Have we met before?"
Ye Baidu's light-colored pupils suddenly shrank.
Su Jinzhou clenched his hands hidden in his long sleeves.
Ye Baidu lowered his eyes and turned around, leaving only one sentence, "I have never seen it."
Ji Tang looked at his back, and the more he looked, the more it overlapped with the vague figure in his mind.
She didn't hesitate and said to Su Jinzhou, "Let's go, brother."
Su Jinzhou would rather she forget the painful memories, but if she wants to...
Su Jinzhou didn't want to hide it from her, "I know something."
Ji Tang was surprised, "Brother, what do you know?" As soon as she asked the question, she sensitively noticed that Su Jinzhou was hesitating.
"If you remember, we'll talk about it. If you don't remember, forget it." Ji Tang said before him, "I don't like to force things."
The words Su Jinzhou was about to say turned into a very light sigh, it was hard to tell whether it was relief or something else, "Okay."
*
When they returned to Suxuan Sect, they all felt like they were alive again. Compared with the dead and cold Yewangchuan, Suxuan Sect was like a fairyland.
In the days that followed, Ji Tang was busy with the affairs of the Black Lord and practiced. In a short period of time, his cultivation level improved again and he had reached the peak of the Spirit Severing Stage.
At the same time, the ten-year competition officially kicked off.
The Ten-Year Competition is held every ten years and is considered a grand event among the younger generation.
This ten-year competition will be held in Chenwuzhou. There will be disciples from the ten major sects, nine major schools, thirteen palaces and seventy-two prefectures participating in Chenwuzhou alone, not to mention the sects and palaces from other states. The scale is huge.
In Chenwuzhou, the Huanxi Garden at the junction of Xingmi City and Xiluo City was bustling with people. A month before the start of the ten-year competition, the place was filled with teachers and disciples leading the teams from the sects and palaces of various states.
The main road connecting Xingmi and Xiluo City was bustling with traffic, and there was an endless stream of sword-riding monks from the sky. The streets were filled with the shouts of vendors. They would just tear off a piece of cloth and sell all kinds of things. There was a dazzling array of goods, and every stall was crowded with people.
There were many ordinary people from the city there, and they were selling small gadgets. These gadgets were not rare items among the common people, but were very popular among the monks.
These monks who live away from the world like to buy small items to recall their childhood hundreds of years ago.
When Xuanzong arrived, it caused a sensation.
As the largest sect in Chenwuzhou, Suxuan Sect is the focus of attention wherever it goes.
The number of participants in this ten-year competition is larger than in previous years, largely because among the people who came with Su Xuanzong's team is the Immortal Venerable Bian Jing.
The moment Su Xuanzong appeared in Huanxi Garden, the area was crowded with monks from various sects.
Those young disciples kept leaning back, and those squeezed in the front were all the teachers leading the team without exception.
At this time, the sects that had dealings with Su Xuan Zong had a reason to get closer. They surrounded Su Xuan Zong in the innermost circle. If it weren't for the Immortal Master Bian Jing inside, Su Xuan Zong would not have been able to resist the sword all the way.
Jitang stood in the center, closest to Su Jinzhou.
She heard a familiar voice amid the clamor.
"When I was young, I participated in the Frost Competition in Dengtian City in Sangyu Province. At that time, the young city lord of Dengtian City drove a lion-headed chariot and rushed all the way. He was not as polite as we are now."
Ji Tang asked Su Jinzhou, "Who was speaking later, Senior Brother Wei Shaoxin?"
Before Su Jinzhou could say anything, Jitang heard the voice of a younger generation behind him, "Grandfather, did you participate in the competition with Immortal Venerable Bian Jing at that time?"
Su Jinzhou didn't need to explain it now. Ji Tang could confirm that it was Wei Shaoxin. With a smile on her face, she nudged him with her elbow and said, "Brother, do we have to be called ancestor in public?"
He is thousands of years old. Isn’t he the ancestor in front of these disciples who are over a hundred years old?
Su Jinzhou smiled and said softly, "They don't dare."
Ji Tang was instantly happy, "Are Senior Sister Xun Jinzhi and the others here too?"
Gu Yan, who was on the other side of Su Jinzhou, said, "The senior sisters didn't come. Most of them are still in seclusion. Even if they came out, they wouldn't come to the Ten-Year Competition. The reason Senior Brother Shao Xin was able to come this time is because he just came out of seclusion not long ago and has nothing to do. Plus, there are top students from his department participating this time, so he came along to watch."
Ji Tang seemed to be thinking, "Yan Yan, do you have many disciples participating in the competition?"
Gu Yan, "There are more than ten people."
Ji Tang then turned to Su Jinzhou and said, "Brother, if we talk about a small population, you are the one with the smallest population."
Gu Yan's flying sword suddenly flashed.
Su Jinzhou glanced at her with a half-smile, "How dare you say that to me?"
Ji Tang shrugged, "I can only teach my skills to my own people. Given my current relationship with them, who would teach me? And you, in such a huge Su Xuan Sect, don't you have a single disciple you'd like to see?"
Su Jinzhou was helpless: "How could I have thought about choosing a disciple before?"
Gu Yan's eyes lit up when he heard this. "Brother, are you planning to recruit a few disciples into Qianli Yanbo? Our Master often complains that Qianli Yanbo is too sparsely populated and lacks the presence of humans all day long."
Su Jinzhou raised his eyebrows, and before he could say anything, Gu Yan shrank his neck and said, "This is what the master said."
Ji Tang couldn't help laughing, "Okay, you're already a grown-up and you're still afraid of your senior brother?"
Gu Yan felt bitter, thinking that apart from you and Master, there should be no one who is not afraid of Senior Brother. But then he couldn't help but think that if Senior Brother really wanted to accept a disciple, it would not only change the world in Chenwuzhou, but also in other states.
Hmm...it's quite exciting to think about it.
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