A moment later, Zhou Xingdou arrived at the Nine Mysteries Palace and swaggered into the hall.
The Nine Profound Palace is extremely spacious. This expansive front hall occupies only one-third of the entire palace's space. Beyond that lies a wide courtyard planted with countless precious medicinal herbs and spiritual plants.
In the center of the courtyard is a clear spring pool. The water in the pool is not ordinary spring water, but heavenly spiritual water. A single drop of it is worth a top-grade spirit crystal, making it extremely extraordinary.
It is precisely because of this Heavenly Spirit Spring that the spiritual plants and precious herbs in this courtyard are so abundant.
Zhou Xingdou naturally wouldn't covet such worldly things. In an instant, he crossed the courtyard and arrived at the rear hall, which was also where Tian Jiu'er lived.
To be honest, this was the first time he had ever stepped into Tian Jiu'er's residence after being a disciple for so long, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
As he pushed open the door to the back hall, a chilling aura swept over him, followed by a series of sharp sword intents soaring into the air.
Zhou Xingdou was stunned for a long time when he saw the scene inside the door. Unlike Yun Jinzhi's bedroom, this place did not have a fragrant scent.
It was hardly a dwelling, as there wasn't even a bed inside. A platform stood in the center of the room, surrounded by menacing swords of immense power, gleaming with a dazzling, cold light.
This is no woman's boudoir, it's a sword tomb!
The terrifying sword intent emanating from hundreds of vicious swords was enough to break any swordsman's sword heart and sever his path of swordsmanship.
But Stephen Chow couldn't, because he lacked a sword heart and couldn't wield a sword well.
Aside from being amazed at how extraordinary these swords were, he felt almost nothing and couldn't comprehend any swordsmanship.
Looking at the scene inside, Stephen Chow frowned slightly and couldn't help but sigh:
"It doesn't look like a human dwelling."
But no sooner had these words been spoken than a clear, ethereal voice came from behind:
Are you insulting me?
Zhou Xingdou turned his head and saw that Tian Jiu'er's peerless and independent figure had appeared behind him at some point. He then chuckled:
"Master is a celestial being, naturally not a human."
After glancing at Zhou Xingdou, Tian Jiu'er didn't respond and stepped straight into the hall, sitting upright on the platform.
Zhou Xingdou didn't think much of it and followed closely behind into the boudoir, which resembled a sword tomb.
Looking at the menacing swords stuck in the ground, Zhou Xingdou realized that although these swords were extremely powerful, their spiritual essence had been destroyed, and they could no longer be called magic weapons.
Zhou Xingdou casually drew a deadly sword, only to find blood-stained markings on its blade:
(Obtained from the Demon Realm after slaying the Crimson Sword Master.)
After reading it, Stephen Chow drew another sword, the blade of which also had blood-stained markings:
(Obtained by the Buddha who slew the Wisdom Sword in the Buddhist realm.)
Stephen Chow then drew several more swords, each one bearing a blood inscription, and each sword's owner was a revered figure!
Only those at the Supreme Realm are qualified to be called "Supreme," and there are probably dozens of such people in this hall. Didn't Jiu'er kill dozens of Supremes that day?
Supreme beings are not commonplace; the sheer power to slay dozens of Supreme beings was terrifying, even Zhou Xingdou couldn't help but show a look of surprise at this moment.
"These are the swords of the people you killed?"
Tian Jiu'er's expression was cold and indifferent as she said:
"Otherwise, why do you think I'm called the Sword Immortal instead of the Sword Venerable?"
At this point, Tian Jiu'er paused, then looked at Zhou Xingdou and continued:
"As the young master of the Zhou family, the Daoist disciple of the Xuantian Dao Sect, and my disciple, you should understand one thing: the waters of the Primordial Realm run deep."
"Supreme...is worthless!"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Xingdou's eyes twitched slightly. The Supreme Being is worthless? Only Tian Jiu'er would dare to say such a thing.
Reaching the realm of a sage means being above all living beings and becoming a regional overlord. After the sage, there are also supreme sages and great sages.
With the might of the Great Sage, aside from the immortal forces, the Great Sage is already a top-tier combat force among all major forces; a single Great Sage can sweep away all enemies.
Those at the Supreme Realm are all figures who have been honored as ancestors, like trump cards such as nuclear bombs, and they are rarely revealed.
Even Elder Youji of Nine Profound Peak is only at the peak of the Saint realm, about to break through to the Supreme Saint realm.
However, Zhou Xingdou did not refute it, because one would not have Tian Jiu'er's mentality unless one reached a certain level.
Even though he had already reached the Great Sage level in his previous life, and was only one step away from becoming a Supreme Being, it was still not enough for him to have this mindset.
"You spend all day here?"
Zhou Xingdou naturally didn't want to waste the conversation here. Faced with the fairy he had fallen for in his youth, he didn't intend to remain passive in this life.
Tian Jiu'er seemed to understand Zhou Xingdou's implied meaning. She sat upright on the platform, closed her eyes, and said calmly:
"If you don't like it, you can move out."
How could Zhou Xingdou possibly move out? A slight smile appeared on his lips as he said softly:
"I'm afraid I'll regret it for the rest of my life if I move out now that I'm finally able to be with you."
These were his rare, heartfelt words; they were not an act, but rather a genuine expression of his true feelings.
In my previous life, I was not mature enough and made many mistakes, which ultimately ruined my own life and perhaps also ruined Tian Jiu'er's.
Having experienced death twice, Zhou Xingdou has come to see many things in a new light. To be honest, both he and Tian Jiu'er are indifferent people. If he doesn't take the initiative, there probably won't be any outcome in this lifetime.
Teenagers are brave, but also cowardly. They are afraid of losing, afraid of gaining, and even more afraid of confessing their feelings.
They indulge in the arrival of precious things, watching her walk towards you in an empty world, but by the time you muster the courage to speak, she has already silently left.
You are like a grain of sand floating in the endless void. You see that the time is right and you want to go ashore, but you find that it is already too late.
In this life, Zhou Xingdou is unwilling to be a grain of sand in the endless void, nor is he willing to let those he cherishes leave.
Lin Fan wants to kill! He wants his master too!
Upon hearing this, Tian Jiu'er was not angry. Her bright, beautiful eyes, which had just closed, slowly opened, and she tilted her head slightly as she looked at Zhou Xingdou.
How do you know you'll regret it for the rest of your life?
Zhou Xingdou gently stroked the murderous sword in his hand. He knew that Tian Jiu'er must be incredibly beautiful at this moment, breathtakingly so, but he dared not look up. His clear voice stubbornly continued:
"I know, I just know. I don't need anyone to tell me, nor do I need time to tell me. I know right now."
Upon seeing this, Tian Jiu'er let out a soft laugh, a laugh as mesmerizing as a silver bell.
"Hehehe, you have quite the ambition, now you've set your sights on your master."
Upon hearing that extremely pleasant laughter, Zhou Xingdou looked up at Tian Jiu'er and froze for a long time.
At this moment, Tian Jiu'er's aloof and peerless beauty melted like an iceberg, and bloomed like the most beautiful fairy flower in the world, surpassing the sum of all beautiful things.
This was the second time Zhou Xingdou had seen Tian Jiu'er smile like this. The first time was when he begged her to accept him as a disciple. That smiling face was etched in his heart and he would never forget it.
Upon seeing him again, Zhou Xingdou's once deep and indifferent silver eyes shed a few tears. Twenty years had passed, a full twenty years, and he had finally seen his beloved again.
A single glance could last a lifetime, much like that year under the Zhou family's Taoist tree, when the peerless swordsman looked at the stubborn boy before him and chuckled softly:
"Then you will be my apprentice from now on."
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