Tonight, the Tianku Peak was like a huge furnace. Flames came out of the cave mouths above the hillside with steaming hot as if refining the whole peak.
That was the fire the hidden peak.
The corpses were burned intensively. The fire was not the actual fire but the light kindled by the massive aura. It had no heat at all but it still shone Tianku Peak brightly. Yet, in the bright beautiful scenery, numerous corpses turning into ashes seemed to be indicating the future decline of Tianku Peak.
In the sword peak with a lack of capable cultivators, after the turmoil, decline was almost predictable.
In the end, the cold prison was sealed again, except that the prisoners within had been mostly injured and dead. From now on, it would be difficult for Tianku Peak to contend for aura against the three other peaks. As to the mysterious bottom of the peak enshrouded with black fog, no one went there for exploration anymore for now.
“What did you say?” Lu Jiajia turned around, her cold eyes getting even fiercer.Ning Changjiu touched her back which was still warm and said seriously, “The sword clothes of the inner peak are made of the spiritual linen and the spiritual silk. They are extremely fine, which can’t be cut off by swords. Besides, they are also water-proof and fire-proof. However, they are a burden to the body forging. Almost half the heat is blocked outside the clothes.”As he was talking seriously and seemed to be discussing lessons with her, Lu Jiajia couldn’t go mad and then started to join the discussion, “The clothes made of spiritual silk do block some heat but I can take my body as the sword now. The sword spirit and my body are nearly perfectly merged. Supposedly, no improvement will be needed.”Then, she reached out her hand and pulled the cuff backward. Her fair wrist was fine and smooth like real jade but it was as tight and elastic as the huma
The women hadn’t seen moonlight for twenty years.She was in rags, glistening with faint red light. The sword she was holding was very thin and light, which was like a long dagger. Her body was also very light as if floating on the imaginary sea. As she flew across, the air vibrated and rippled like a long tail feather.She often believed that women’s hatred was like the most easily kindled wood.Holding the sword, she recalled the scene she had seen in her dream countless times again.The darkness late at night, the old mansion, the big fire, the knocked-over copper-glazed oil bottle, the broken fences, the pond devoured by fire, the soldiers lifting shields as high as half a man and gulping down wine at the gate, and the tall bearded captain.This was the nightmare she couldn’t get out of her mind. The armored devil in her nightmare walked to her and the rising fire in the mansion was engulfed by his slowly ap
Bingrong’s body was dragged out of the cold pool. Lu Jiajia stabbed her sword into her heart and the red of the sword fire drowned the color of her clothes.The woman who should have died in a fire still vanished in the fire in the end.Ning Changjiu woke up shortly. The injury in his back was lethal for an ordinary man but with his physical capacity of a cultivator, the injury was mostly cured by himself.“Water.” When Ning Changjiu woke up, he felt his lips were dry. He subconsciously called for water and then found that he was not thirsty.Lu Jiajia sat aside, fully clothes. She put on a cold look. Her wet body had been dried by the sword fire. Only her eyes were still watery.Lu Jiajia poured a bowl of water for him.Ning Changjiu straightened up and curled one leg. With a half-crooked arm rested on his knee, he took a gulp of water to moisten his drip lips, asking, “How are you feeling?”
The black cat’s furs were shiny, which even glittered faintly in the sunshine. It leaped off the wall agilely, leaped over a row of wooden fences and plunged into the depths of the alley.At the other end of the alley, a boy in his teens was hopping and jumping with a fish basket, humming a tune. The fishes in his fish basket were still wigging their tails. His cuffs were somewhat wetted.When the boy pushed open a room, the little cat also ran across the lane and jumped into the room.The red earth foundation of the house was rather hard. It was blackishly red. The wooden door shook a little. The boy who had just crossed the door looked back and then caught the leaping black cat. The black cat was carried without resisting. It just patted the fish basket and licked it from time to time.The boy ruffled the black cat’s fluffy ears and mumbled something.He held the black cat into his arms. The black cat seemed t
The boat was floating on the lake, driving the duckweed away. With indifferent eyes, Ning Changjiu looked at the place where the water and the sky merged in one color, knocking on the side of the boat, which allowed the boat to advance according to Qiusheng’s guidance.Ning Xiaoling looked calm but actually, she was a bit nervous.Xiaolian was leaning over the side of the boat, flicking the water and listening to the water splash. With her face full of smiles, she looked rather energetic and not tired at all.Ning Changjiu asked, “What monster is it?”Qiusheng answered, “A big boa! It is a very big injured boa. A cultivator used to be scared by it and couldn’t help drawing out his sword.”Ning Xiaoling was somewhat composed. She thought that she had seen a lot of things. How could a boa freak her out?They were lucky today. After the boat went far away from the bank, a vast area of black arose from
Outside the wooden memorial archway of Liantian Town, a wild wolf with a white mane was standing there. It was black and tall with two sharp ears erecting, holding a big mace in its hand.“I’m Wuqi, Heavenly Fiend and Master of Double-Fiend Cave on Mount Langya. Previously, Earthly Fiend came to mount a challenge. You injured it too seriously, which has damaged the reputation of Mount Langya. Today, I must come to get even!” The wolf monster called Wuqi swung the mace in its hand.The monster’s challenge gave Ning Xiaoling a big thrill. She had been too bored these days. As she heard of the news, she hurriedly ran out of the town and wanted to meet the monster.Then, she found that everyone didn’t seem interested in the challenge of the monster that proclaimed itself a well-known fierce monster.The craftsmen didn’t stop their work. Neither were the farmers distracted from the farm work. Only the other monsters paid some att
“The origin of everything in chaos is hidden under the Yellow Spring.”A skinny and tall man holding a square board with his left hand and a round and long wooden clapper with his right hand. The clapper thudding sounded untimely. The man walked through the streets in a usual look like a patrolling watchman.The boat beached slowly and the mist was flowing behind.“Where is this place?” Ning Changjiu asked.Qiusheng recalled that he had been freaked out to see such a scene of the town for the first time when he was little. Even though this was the fourth time that he saw this, he was still shocked. Then, he said, “This is Liantian Town...”“This is...” Ning Xiaoling was so shocked. She got off the boat and walked to the town slowly. The wind blew the hair before her forehead with a chill.“How is it possible?” Ning Xiaoling touched the wooden column of the memorial archway and found some marks that
Ning Changjiu struck the dagger, followed by his killing intent. The air in the wooden building was stagnant after a temporary fluctuation. The sharp luster on the dagger seemed like heavy snow.The dagger stopped before Mr. Zhang and pressed against his throat. A bit of blood was rolling on the blade.With hindsight, Mr. Zhang looked at the dagger and said with a frown, “What are you doing? Are...you suspecting me?”Ning Changjiu took a look at him meaningfully and then withdrew his dagger.This move was actually an attempt but his killing intent was quite true.However, Mr. Zhang didn’t take any action.Ning Changjiu sheathed the dagger, cupped the sheath and put it on the desk aside, saying, “I’m sorry for having offended you.”Mr. Zhang cast a cold glance at the dagger on the desk, his eyes simmering with fury. He touched his neck, slumped on the windtight antique chair, saying with