Novel Bin Chapter 518: Nurturing Everything Noiselessly
Chapter 518: Nurturing Everything Noiselessly
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In the ensuing days, two more people had visited the Zhao Garden.
Like the One-Cottage House, they had guessed that Jing Jiu might have a voice in selecting the next sect master, and that at the very least, he knew something about it.
The Fruit Formation Temple had broken off their relationship with Green Mountain because the Yong Zen Master was upset about their action at West Ocean. The visitor was the Chief Monk of the Net-Perception Temple.
Jing Jiu thought it was redundant to send this chief monk, since everybody knew that this chief monk and the rest of the monks at the Net-Perception Temple hailed from Moqiu. It was an act similar to being soaking wet after taking off one’s clothes; it was redundant and unnecessary.
He said directly before the chief monk had a chance to speak, “Not Fu Wang.”
The Chief Monk of the Net-Perception Temple departed in disappointment.
The last visitor was a representative from the Windy-Broadsword Church. He showed a prudent attitude toward Jing Jiu. He had probably been advised by the Broadsword King.
It looked like Cao Yuan had figured out the true nature of that sword light.
With this thought in his mind, Jing Jiu said, “Not Fang Jingtian.”
The representative from the Windy-Broadsword Church left in contentment.
Autumn was over and winter arrived. Zhaoge City received snowfall.
Winter is here, so spring is not far away.
This was a heartrending statement.
As Jing Jiu thought of it in the wind and snow, he flew up on the sword, taking Gu Qing back to Green Mountain.
It was snowing in Zhaoge City; it was also snowing in the south.
It was as quiet as when he had left the nine peaks of Green Mountain, as was Shenmo Peak.
Nan Wang would usually, on such an occasion, request Liu Ci to open the Great Formation of Green Mountain to have a passage for the first snowfall streaming in.
Yet she was still behind closed doors, and Liu Ci was not around. The snowfall didn’t happen on Green Mountain this year.
Sitting by the cliff’s edge, Jing Jiu looked at the distance while stepping on the ocean of clouds with his feet, reflecting on something.
The white cat crouched beside him, looking rather submissive.
Cold Cicada crouched beside the cat, looking even more submissive.
Standing behind Jing Jiu, Gu Qing suddenly asked while looking at the greenish peaks, “Is it going to rain?”
It was obviously windy and raining outside of the mountains, and yet he asked about the possibility of rain.
This was something all of Chaotian were concerned about the most; it was a “rain”
many people waited for.
Jing Jiu uttered “hmm” faintly.
Gu Qing fell silent.
He was present when Jing Jiu gave a no to those two names.
If Senior Master Fang Jingtian wouldn’t be the next sect master, who could be?
“What are your thoughts on this issue?” Jing Jiu asked Gu Qing.
Gu Qing recalled the scene many years ago.
It was a windy and snowing day. Jing Jiu said to him at this very cliff’s edge: “You’re going to become the sect master someday.”
Thinking of this, Gu Qing couldn’t help but laugh out regardless of how composed his temperament was.
This wasn’t a contented laugh, but a bitter smile because he thought it was preposterous.
It was impossible for him to become the sect master.
If it had come true, he would jump off the cliff and into the ocean of clouds himself without the help from those senior masters of the peaks, to seek a peace of mind.
“If Senior Master Yuan could inherit the position of the sect master, it would be a good thing to us.”
Gu Qing thought that his Master had the same idea, so he believed it was the best choice.
Shenmo Peak was not on good terms with Tianguang Peak and Liangwang Peak, such as Bai Rujing, Jian Ruoyun, and his elder brother Gu Han, save for Zhuo Rusui who was a special case.
If Yuan Qijing became the sect master, Tianguang Peak would be suppressed to some extent, which meant they wouldn’t be able to give Shenmo Peak as much hard time.
More importantly, Yuan Qing could continue to suppress Fang Jingtian.
Most of the strong swordsmen of Green Mountain left Green Mountain during the battle of the Cloud Platform; Fang Jingtian stood in the Empty Realm staring at Shenmo Peak.
Everybody on Shenmo Peak acted like they faced a formidable foe.
It was impossible for Gu Qing to erase that scene from his memory.
Jing Jiu’s reply interrupted Gu Qing’s inference and wonderful thoughts of the future.
“Yuan Qijing doesn’t want to become the sect master.”
Yuan Qijing didn’t want to be the sect master probably because he took the overall situation into consideration and avoid the internal conflict due to the long struggle between Tianguang Peak and Shangde Peak; or it was because of other reasons.
All in all, he was unwilling to be the sect master.
After a moment of bewilderment, Gu Qing said, “Then, the Immortal Guangyuan is the only candidate left. He has a high Cultivation state, so he can make others feel convinced. But I’m afraid of other issues.”
He referred to the incident of the Immortal Guangyuan intercepting Bu Qiuxiao to let the Immortal Taiping escape.
Jing Jiu didn’t pay much attention to what Gu Qing said, as he muttered, “Making others feel convinced.”
Looking at the wonderful Green Mountain, Jing Jiu touched his own face with his hands, and strengthened his idea.
He closed his eyes, starting to cultivate by meditation.
Ada shot him a glance, thinking that he had to show Jing Jiu more respect from now on.
As such, he didn’t jump onto Jing Jiu’s head.
Cold Cicada didn’t know what was going on. It fell backwards and shut its eyes after taking a bite of the cold marrow; it began to absorb the energy of heaven and earth while raising its front limbs.
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Days and nights switched many times; sunlight came and went; seasons changed. It was the middle of spring outside of the mountains, and Green Mountain had also woken up gradually.
The Immortal Guangyuan came out from behind closed doors; so did Fu Wang and Nan Wang...And more and more people came out from behind closed doors. Nobody could tell if it was an ordained reaction, or something else.
More people were waking up, but no noise could be heard on Green Mountain; it was deathly quiet.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes, and looked at the horizon beyond the ocean of clouds.
Zhao Layue, Yuan Qü, Ping Yongjia, and Cold Cicada had all woken up, standing behind Jing Jiu along with Gu Qing.
Jing Jiu got up and said, “Let’s go.”
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Tianguang Peak was the highest peak among the nine peaks.
The sunlight was as bright as ever on the top of Tianguang Peak; but it was still not as bright as the sword lights arriving that day.
As Jing Jiu and his group landed on the peak top, the people of other peaks had all arrived already.
They were the Sword Justice Yuan Qijing, the peak master of Yunxing, Fu Wang, the peak master of Qingrong, Nan Wang, the peak master of Shiyue, the Immortal Guangyuan, the peak master of Bihu, Chen Youtian, and the peak master of Shenmo, Zhao Layue.
Liangwang Peak hadn’t had a peak master for many years. All the important figures of Green Mountain had come save for the peak master of Xilai, Fang Jingtian, who was behind closed doors in the hermit peaks.
Of course, that person was not present.
This was an occasion where more of the peak masters actually gathered together than had been usual over the years. In the past, many of them often discussed the matters through their swords during the Green Mountain Meetings and had seldom shown up in person.
Gu Qing led Yuan Qü and Ping Yongjia down the bottom of the cliff where Guo Nanshan, Zhuo Rusui, Gu Han, the other disciples, and the regular elders and disciples of other peaks were gathered.
Mo Chi, Bai Rujing and other elders of Tianguang Peak stood at a place farther away from the peak top.
Countless gazes fell on Jing Jiu; it was because he didn’t move, remaining on the same spot beside Zhao Layue.
Only six peak masters were qualified to stand there; why did he stand there?
Bai Rujing had a terrible look on his face; Jian Ruoyun showed a cold expression in his eyes; Gu Han raised his eyebrows. A faint noise of discussion burst out on the peaks.
However, the strictest of Sword Justices, Yuan Qijing, didn’t say anything, nor did the hot-tempered Nan Wang. The elders and disciples of Green Mountain in the cliff thought of the rumor and fell silent.
Yuan Qijing waved his hand.
The Great Formation of Green Mountain opened a passage.
Everybody looked in that direction.
A black line came over from the horizon; it was not menacing. It passed through the peaks quietly, and arrived at the top of Tianguang Peak.
Pah!!!
The sheath of the Inherited Heaven Sword inserted into the stone monument, returning to its original spot.
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Under the stone monument.
The Round Turtle opened his eyes slowly, the aged and murky eyes of his revealing a hint of reminiscence.
He had bidden farewell to many sect masters.
But, it was different this time nonetheless.
Ada had crawled out from Jing Jiu’s sleeve, and looked at that sheath atop the stone monument while squatting on the ground; the quiet demeanor he displayed right now was rarely seen.
At the bottom of Shangde Peak, the Dead Dog lifted his head slowly, and looked at the deepest end of the sunlight; a hint of sadness showed in the deep and warm end of his eyes.
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The One-Cottage House was situated at the deepest part of the Thousand Mile Windy Corridor.
Liu Shisui was practicing writing with the City-Guard Pen. It was a task assigned to him by Bu Qiuxiao. He had done it for several years and gotten the hang of it.
The sword bracelet on his wrist suddenly started to shake.
Liu Shisui complied with the idea of the Lone Sword; he got up and walked to the window, looking in the direction of Green Mountain. He discovered the wind was rising.
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At the Thousand Mile Windy Corridor.
The wind had been blowing for tens of thousands of years.
The wind was not as strong at the entrance to the corridor; as such, some buildings and mortals could be found there, except that the business was not doing well there.
Sitting by the window, Xiao He gazed at the road on which nobody had traveled for many days while supporting her chin with her hands, feeling rather bored.
All of a sudden, she saw a scene, and her face turned pale instantly.
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A horse-drawn carriage was approaching amid the hills.
The Dark Phoenix stood on top of the carriage against the wind. His feathers were cluttered, which matched his current mood.
The Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect sat on the driving seat, his sparse hair looking more cluttered as it was blown by the wind.
A piece of slow and upbeat flute music came out from inside the carriage.
It was not a lullaby of the Underworld River, nor was it the music of celebrating the success of the total transformation. It was an ordinary piece of Huangmei folk music in the human world.
The person in the carriage and Jing Jiu were the only ones in the world who knew that Liu Ci was from Huangmei Town.
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The Three-Foot Sword.
The Zither Sword.
The Sword of Absolute Emptiness.
The Sword of the Returning Sun.
The Tide Sword.
The Thoughtless Sword.
The Lone Sword at the distant Thousand Mile Windy Corridor.
Hundreds of flying swords in the sky.
And that sword.
All the swords faced the sheath on the stone monument quietly.
The disciples of Green Mountain bowed to the ground in unison, and shouted together, “Greetings, Sect Master! The Sword comes back to Green Mountain!”
The spring rain suddenly fell, wetting the stone monument, nurturing everything noiselessly.