EBE Chapter 502 The Moon is Dark and Obscure, Jupiter Goes Against the Flow
Chapter 502 The Moon is Dark and Obscure, Jupiter Goes Against the Flow
Xuanlei Valley is located in the southwest corner of Tianqian Sect, while Sword Peak is in the center of the ten peaks of Tianqian Sect. The fastest route from Xuanlei Valley to Sword Peak is to pass through the forbidden area of Sanyan Cliff.
To save time and because crossing the Three Words Cliff was not dangerous, Jiang Liqian decided to go that way. However, when she was halfway through the Three Words Cliff, she suddenly saw Jiang Zhai Lao standing in the stone cave.
The moon's white light casts a floating shadow, as a gentle breeze arrives.
He has been confiscated here ever since, and has not been released. Logically speaking, his crimes should not have warranted such a long imprisonment, but it seems as if the sect leader has forgotten about him here.
After all, she had been fortunate enough to receive instruction in the past, and now that the other party had seen her, she had no reason not to pay her respects.
Having decided to leave, she lowered a small boat and landed in front of the stone cave.
Because Sanyan Cliff couldn't make any sound, she could only bow while sending him a telepathic message.
"This disciple pays respects to Master Zhai. Is Master Zhai well?"
Jiang Yueming pursed his lips and looked at her, his eyes filled with something unfathomable, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.
"Master Zhai?" Jiang Liqian felt uneasy. Her relationship with Jiang Yueming wasn't exactly good, and the way he looked at her gave her a bad feeling.
Seeing her questioning gaze, Jiang Yueming finally transmitted his voice: "Ben Zhai is fine."
Therefore, Jiang Liqian immediately took her leave.
“I’m here specifically to wait for you, Jiang Liqian.”
Jiang Liqian paused in her movements.
Jiang Yueming met her gaze and slowly held up a palm-sized nebula compass in front of her.
"What do you see?"
Jiang Liqian didn't know, and she didn't want to see.
"Master Zhai, please speak frankly. This disciple is dull and knows nothing of astrology."
It didn't matter if she didn't look; Jiang Yueming simply waved his sleeve and used illusion magic to display the items on the Nebula Compass in front of her.
"The moon is dark and the planet Jupiter is in retrograde, which is an omen of the family palace being afflicted. Perhaps it should be I who inquire whether your master is well?"
"Is Elder Zhai spouting nonsense?" Jiang Liqian had been polite and maintaining the proper etiquette of a disciple, but upon hearing him curse her master in such a way, her face immediately turned cold, and she said without any politeness, "In my opinion, Elder Zhai has probably been locked up here for too long and has even forgotten how to speak human language! My master is perfectly fine. If Elder Zhai wants to find someone to tease, he may as well find someone else. My master cannot bear it!"
After saying that, she left without even a greeting.
Jiang Yueming gripped the Nebula Compass tightly in his hand, watching her leave without stopping her or scolding her. Deep sea waves rippled in his calm eyes, gradually spreading into an unyielding sorrow.
Masters lose their students, and students lose their masters—is this destiny ordained by fate?
But isn't cultivating immortality about breaking one's fate?
So, he can bring her back, right?
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After storming off from Sanyan Cliff, Jiang Liqian arrived at Sword Peak with a sullen face and a chilling aura emanating from her.
Sword Peak has been unusually quiet lately. Xuan Ling and the others have all been sent out, and even Chen Huasheng is not on the peak. Only Zhong Nanchu, for some unknown reason, has been left behind and has not been assigned any tasks.
That's good, it makes it easier for her to hand over things.
On the south side of Sword Peak lies a Jade Forest, a place for sword practice. Zhong Nanchu is currently practicing his sword there, his sword energy so powerful and imposing that it is even more astonishing than during the sect's grand competition.
Hearing the noise, he turned his longsword and aimed it directly at her face. Fortunately, Jiang Liqian reacted quickly enough, and the Spirit-Suppressing Pearl flashed, blocking the tip of his sword.
"Junior Sister Jiang?" Zhong Nanchu was surprised and quickly sheathed her sword.
Jiang Li smiled faintly and put away the Spirit-Suppressing Pearl.
"Senior Brother Zhong, your swordsmanship is getting better and better!"
Zhong Nanchu welcomed Jiang Liqian into the adjacent veranda and placed a pot of spiritual tea for her on a small stone table.
"What brings you here? I heard you..." He almost blurted out the names of Junior Sister Lian'er and Junior Brother Qin, but quickly stopped himself and poured her some tea, feeling a little embarrassed.
Seeing that he seemed to want to say something but hesitated, Jiang Liqian naturally guessed what he wanted to say. Her eyes dimmed for a moment, but she immediately perked up and took out the square jade box that Master Yingdao had given her.
“This should have been given to you six years ago, but… open it and take a look. When I was in Sanhai City, I accidentally entered a secret realm of immortal mountains. One of the immortals there asked me to pass it on. He didn’t tell me who I should give it to, but I think the person he asked me to give it to should be you.”
"The Daoist Master Yingdao? A secret realm?" Zhong Nanchu was a little confused, but he still opened the jade box as she instructed.
A faint fragrance of peach blossom wine mingled with the sword energy, as gentle as a breeze and as bright as the moon, as it burst forth from the jade box.
Zhong Nanchu was momentarily blinded by the sword energy, and it wasn't until the sword energy dissipated that he could see the contents of the jade box.
The next moment, he was so shocked that he almost couldn't stand up.
There was nothing else in the jade box.
It's just a sword.
To be precise, it was a broken sword, cut in two and riddled with cracks.
The sword was badly damaged, but the tassel on the hilt was still bright as fire, so vibrant that it seemed to be alive.
It is already difficult for an ordinary swordsman to nurture a spiritual sword. To nurture a sword spirit is a one-in-a-million feat. To nurture even the decorative sword tassel with eight parts vitality shows the strength and profundity of the swordsman in the life of the sword owner. Such a person is hard to find in the world.
However, none of these things were enough to shock Zhong Nanchu. What truly captivated him was the pattern woven from the sword tassel.
If he wasn't mistaken, this was indeed the crest of the Zhong family.
Could the owner of this sword be one of his ancestors?
Could it be the person his elders mentioned who almost revitalized the Zhong family?
The more Zhong Nanchu thought about it, the more he felt a mix of joy and sorrow. His hands trembled as he eagerly tried to pick up the broken sword to take a look, but before his hand could even get close to it, he was blasted away by a powerful sword aura.
Jiang Liqian was shocked and quickly pulled him away.
Isn't this exactly the same treatment she received back when she was at Fangzhang Mountain?
Could it be that this broken sword wasn't meant for Senior Brother Zhong?
Who should she give it to?
That shouldn't be the case. The Qingfeng Sword Technique and the sword technique on the stone wall are clearly from the same person...
"Senior Brother Zhong, perhaps I have misunderstood Master Yingdao's meaning, I..."
"I know who it should be given to."
"what?"
Zhong Nanchu straightened his back, the light in his eyes cooled down in an instant, and his gentle face towards Jiang Liqian turned cold at this moment.
There seemed to be something weighing on his eyes, and it was this matter that sustained him for a very long time, from the Miscellaneous Service Peak to the Sword Peak, and finally to the Sect Leader's seat.
He dared not slacken in the slightest, and now the dawn has finally broken.
"Sect Leader, Immortal Venerable Qingzhi." He opened and closed his mouth, uttering each word slowly and deliberately, as if piercing through the cold wind and snow.