Fengyunlu

Ali nodded slightly, as if she didn't care much about everything around her. She just said in a soft voice: "Some things, even if you don't do them, someone else will naturally do them."

Fairy Ji Yao didn't rush to answer. She continued to stare into the distance, her eyes empty. It was as if she saw many figures in the distance, and also saw her own aqua-blue dress gradually becoming dim...

"Okay, I've said everything as an elder sister. I believe you know what to do next." Ali said softly, ending this meaningful conversation.

Ji Yao slowly withdrew her gaze and looked at A Li again. The smile in her eyes was gone. "Thank you for your reminder, Senior Sister. However, after today's separation, we sisters may meet in battle in the future. When that happens, I'm afraid you and I will inevitably have to compete."

Ali shook his head, looking nonchalant: "I'll do it when the time comes."

After saying that, Ali seemed to suddenly remember something, reached out and took out an exquisite wooden box, and smiled gently: "Sister, I have an unwelcome request, please help me."

Ji Yao's eyes became serious, and she seemed to understand something as she looked at the wooden box: "Senior Sister, please speak."

Ah Li nodded and handed the wooden box to Ji Yao: "This box contains something I made myself. Before I could give it to Lin'er, many things happened. Please take it back with you. The little guy will definitely like it."

"Thank you, senior sister." Ji Yao reached out to take it, and then said thank you abnormally, not knowing what treasure was inside.

"Okay, we have to finish what we are saying. We two sisters will say goodbye now." Ali said as she stepped back and came to the side of the Demon King.

When the demon king saw her coming back, he asked softly, "Did you send it there?"

"Yeah." Ali nodded, then his eyes drifted away, looking around Thunder Mountain and then at the Thunder Pool.

At this time, Fairy Ji Yao had already come to Luo Hongchen's side. She put the wooden box in her hand into her bag, and held a fairy sword in her hand. Her eyes became sharp: "Old man, I will join hands with you to take his life."

As Ji Yao spoke, the sword light turned white, and she actually used the Cang Yun Sect's sword technique, the Nine Phoenix Ceremony. At the same time, a mysterious light spread out, and the snow-white sword light was like a swimming dragon. As it turned, it rushed towards Mo Wenjian along with the nine sword lights.

"Oh?" Mo Wenjian's eyes lit up, and he shook the sword in his hand. Thirteen sword energies flew out one after another, each one more fierce and powerful than before.

Fairy Ji Yao followed the sword, and nine sword auras were broken under the cold light. However, Xuan Ling opened the sword net, and thirteen sword auras were divided to the left and right, but they were unable to stop her coming.

Mo Wenjian was even more appreciative. As he struck out his sword again, he said, "I didn't expect that the white dragon came out of the water to fight Jiu Feng. Instead, they had a right to each other in life and death. I guess it was the friendship between the ancestors of Cangyun and Yaochi."

Before she finished speaking, a sword light appeared like a piece of silk. Fairy Ji Yao knew that something was wrong, so she pulled away to avoid it. Then she slashed with the sword, and with the help of Xuan Ling's power, she wrapped herself up without getting hurt, and then lifted it diagonally downwards to break through the defense.

Mo Wenjian was not afraid of being bullied at this close range, but he was quite interested in it. He took the lead in swordsmanship. Now he saw that Ji Yao had another way. Although it was a combined attack, she was still in the sword's edge. He couldn't help but want to test it more. .

Then he raised his hand to block the slash with his sword, moved it forward, and finally moved it diagonally back. Fairy Ji Yao was at the edge of the sword, about to be seriously injured.

Unexpectedly, Xuan Ling was like a divine dragon wagging its tail at this moment, yanking forward behind Mo Wenjian, forcing him to take a few steps forward. Then the nine sword lights that had been broken before condensed again and turned into a sword. The fairy-white divine phoenix struck him with a loud and clear blow, hitting the vital part of his chest, and then entered the house in a flash.

The sound of a phoenix's cry shook the heavens, and a white light shone from the Mo Wen Sword. The light was so dazzling that it seemed to pierce through everything and reach the heavens. Xuan Ling wrapped around the Mo Wen Sword like a giant python, layer upon layer of white silk, tightly binding the sword like a dragnet, making it impossible to escape.

The Demon King witnessed this and said to Ali, "Fairy Ji Yao looks like she's in trouble. Would you like to help her?" Ali knew that the Demon King's description of danger was an understatement, and his concerns were certainly justified. "Alright, it's time to act," Ali agreed.

The Demon King shouted, "Disciples of the humble sect, listen up!" His voice resounded through the sky, instantly lifting everyone's spirits. The Demon King continued, "The Immortal Demon Hall will cover the rear. The other disciples will protect our friends from Beichen Palace and retreat first." All around Thundering Mountain, battle groups gathered. Some moved closer to the Demon King, while others began to provide cover. Groups of three or five formed battle formations, protecting the Beichen Palace disciples as they fought and retreated, heading out of Thundering Mountain.

The Demon King glanced around and saw that his disciples were advancing and retreating in an orderly manner. He nodded with satisfaction and looked at Mo Wenjian: "Brother Canjian, you go first, leave this to me." A cloud of white smoke rose up, and Mo Wenjian was trapped by Xuan Ling. Bai Feng broke into the mansion again, but he was unharmed. Even Bai Feng disappeared. Only the broken Xuan Ling was blown away by the strong wind and flew in all directions.

The broken fragments of Xuan Ling seemed to have life, flying in the air again, drawing a graceful arc, then split into multiple directions and moved towards Fairy Ji Yao, and finally condensed beside her. Hundreds of fragments connected to each other, emitting dazzling white light, and finally restored to their original state.

"Among all the Xuanmen sects in the world, apart from the Jianyin Sect back then, only the Cangyun Sect values swordsmanship. Alas, everyone thinks that the way of the sword is very special, but they forget that the way of the sword includes skills, methods, control, Tao, and prophecy. Without the sword, where would the Tao come from?" Mo Wenjian suddenly became talkative, as if he was imparting some profound truth.

Fairy Ji Yao remained silent. She didn't know much about these things and didn't understand why Mo Wenjian was talking about these irrelevant things, but she decided not to act rashly. It wouldn't hurt to listen. After all, he was one of the three famous swordsmen of the Jianyin Sect, so it wouldn't hurt to hear his opinions.

"Speaking of which, fairy, you possess the body of Taiyin, and you should have practiced the Yaochi fairy method and reached the realm of Liangyi. But for some reason, your Taiyin power seems insufficient. It could be that old injuries have not healed, or it could be internal constraints. In short, your White Dragon Out of Water move seems a bit weak, otherwise the Nine Phoenix Courtship Ceremony should not have any gap with it. If these two moves can be perfected, fairy, you will be able to master the Chaos Liangyi in the near future." Mo Wenjian said as he shook his shoulders lightly, and the White Phoenix sword energy that had been injected into his body before leaped out. The edge was even sharper than when Fairy Ji Yao used it, soaring into the sky, looking down on the world.

Fairy Ji Yao looked up. This was no match for the power of her previous sword strike. Her previous swing of the Bai Yi Sword had condensed Nine Phoenixes, piercing through the chest and body. It was a life-or-death move, a move intended to be a one-way journey. If she encountered the White Dragon, she would feel pity, echoing the White Dragon's regret. The two forces would merge into a powerful force. If there were no obstacles or interruptions along the way, or even if they did encounter an enemy, the two strikes would connect, and the enemy struck would be torn apart by the two forces. The weak would be killed on the spot, while the stronger would have their Qi disrupted, their internal circulation impeded, and they would eventually be enveloped by Xuan Ling, then rammed by the White Phoenix until the White Dragon sealed their body.

This combined technique was something she and Bai Ximo had come to realize together during their time of deep affection. They had inadvertently discovered that most Yao Chi immortal techniques were compatible with the Cang Yun Sect's swordsmanship. Initially, they had assumed that both sects were directly descended from the ancient emperors, and that some variations were to be expected. After all, in ancient times, the Five Emperors of the Xuan Sect had a close relationship, likely often collaborating and passing down their respective traditions. However, with the passage of time, some elements had been lost.

As time passed, the two practitioners' rapport deepened. They discovered that their magic skills complemented each other perfectly, and they could even practice together. Through their daily practice, they gradually realized the deep, hidden connection between their families, obscured by the conflict over the Great Dao, making the truth increasingly complex and confusing. Despite this, over decades of joint practice, both experienced significant advancements in their cultivation, greatly enhancing their respective strengths.

During this period, Ji Yao's progress was particularly remarkable. With only a hundred years of cultivation, including decades of combined cultivation, she had already reached the level of a Saint-level Wuxiang. Bai Ximo's situation was even more astonishing. He had suffered injuries in his early years and a childhood conspiracy that left him with a chronic internal illness, making his path of cultivation extremely difficult. Despite his profound understanding, he remained stagnant, never even approaching the threshold of Sainthood for two hundred years. However, within these decades of cultivation, he had soared to the sky, directly reaching the Hunyuan realm. This was truly astonishing.

When the two emerged from retreat, their hearts were filled with joy. They had waited so long, and the wedding day was approaching. After a brief farewell, they each returned to their respective mountain gates, awaiting that beautiful day. However, neither could have imagined that these few short months would become an insurmountable chasm between them.

In the White Cloud Palace of Cangyun Mountain, Bai Ximo and Fairy Ji Yao held deep anticipation. They had waited so long for each other's love, and finally, the result arrived. However, when the bright red veil was lifted, they discovered that it involved yet another unfortunate beauty, leaving them feeling complicated and heavy.

Fairy Ji Long burst into tears, while Bai Ximo stood there, bewildered. The two of them approached Bai Qianyi, and the guests, disappointed, left one after another. The atmosphere in the hall grew tense, with some even angrily suggesting going to Yaochi to demand the return of the deceased.

Finally, Bai Qianyi sighed softly and asked if they dared to face their fate. Bai Ximo was caught in a dilemma, while Fairy Ji Long was filled with sorrow and sadness. Bai Qianyi slowly stood up, looked at the Yaochi, and then floated away.

Soon after, Immortal Emperor Taiyao was urgently summoned out of retreat. Master Gu Yuan frowned, having understood the truth of all that had happened. However, the Immortal Lord had already passed on the throne, and Ji Yao tearfully refused to see him. With two infatuated lovers, one a close relative, Fairy Ji Yao dared not harbor excessive greed.

In this way, Bai Qianyi returned to Cangyun Mountain with two unforeseen fates, and seemed to have accepted his fate.

To a cultivator, a decade or more seems like a fleeting moment, yet this fleeting moment is filled with so many stories. Fairy Ji Yao tragically lost a relative, two old friends met with misfortune, leaving behind two children. The mortal world that should have provided companionship is like a flower about to wither.

Ji Yao recalled the past, Bai Yi Sword clutched in her hand, murderous intent gathering. She angrily accuses Mo Wenjian of the sword before her: "You aided Xu Yi in the battle, causing my sister's death and nearly wiping out the Feng family. You deserve to be killed! You deserve to die!"

Blood oozed from the corners of her eyes. With a move of her sword, the white phoenix on the top of the cloud hung upside down and swooped down. A wind blew behind Mo Wenjian's head, and the wind and clouds in the thunder pool changed dramatically with lightning and thunder.

The biting coldness penetrated the sky. The white phoenix fell with one blow and turned into an infinite size, but it did not pounce on Mo Wenjian. Instead, it turned to attack the group of poor disciples outside the thunder pool.

Hundreds of enemies gathered, led by a leader from the Immortal Demon Hall, and had just gathered. The disciples from the Poor Sect had just defended their fellows from the Beichen Palace from the surrounding attacks when the White Phoenix pounced upon them. Before they could even think, dozens of them, standing in front of them, unleashed magical weapons, radiating light and color, attempting to shatter the White Phoenix.

However, once the White Phoenix emerged from Mo Wen's Sword Palace, its power somehow intensified. As it tore through the flesh, dozens of disciples were shattered, leaving the ground ablaze with blood and flesh.

On the other hand, the White Phoenix remained undiminished in its majesty, even absorbing a considerable amount of its spiritual energy, offsetting the energy it had previously used. It soared again, striking again, sending hundreds of people fleeing for their lives.

At that moment, a giant hand, formed from spiritual energy, stretched out from the clouds. Slowly but accurately, it grasped the white phoenix. With a mournful wail, the white phoenix's body shattered, and the sword light shattered, transforming into spiritual energy before dissipating into nothingness.

Everyone looked up at the clouds in astonishment, only to see Ah Li slowly emerge. Her expression was calm, yet she held an undeniable authority. "Ji Yao, please don't harm the innocent," Ah Li said. A flicker of hesitation flashed through Ji Yao's eyes, but she quickly regained her resolve. "Senior Sister, his crimes are heinous. I will avenge my sister today!"

Mo Wenjian sneered: "Revenge? Do you think you have the ability to do that?" As he spoke, the sword in his hand shone brightly and his aura surged.

Seeing this, the Demon King stopped watching and took a step forward, his demonic energy surging through him as he stood shoulder to shoulder with A-Li. "I'm afraid this battle today won't end peacefully," the Demon King said in a deep voice.

Luo Hongchen also came to Ji Yao's side at this time, holding the weapon tightly in his hand. "Fairy Ji Yao, I will lend you a helping hand."

For a moment, the two sides were on the verge of a war. The sky was thick with dark clouds, and lightning and thunder seemed to foreshadow the brutality of the battle. And just at this moment of tension, a melodious bell suddenly sounded in the distance, echoing between heaven and earth, shocking everyone's heart.

Everyone turned to look in the direction of the bell, only to see an ancient Taoist temple slowly emerging from the mist. The gates flung open, and a white-haired old Taoist, whisk in hand, slowly emerged. His steps were light, as if he were treading on clouds. "Everyone, wait a moment," the old Taoist's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. Ji Yao frowned and demanded, "Who are you? Why are you trying to stop me from seeking revenge?" The old Taoist smiled faintly and said, "I am the abbot of Sanqing Temple. I have come to resolve this dispute. Mo Wenjian may be guilty, but his guilt is not unforgivable. Moreover, if this war breaks out, it will undoubtedly cause great suffering and harm innocent people." Ali and the Demon King exchanged a glance, as if weighing the old Taoist's words. Mo Wenjian snorted coldly, saying, "You, an old Taoist, are good at talking, but who can guarantee that Ji Yao will let this go?" Ji Yao gripped the sword tightly, her eyes determined, "Unless he pays with blood, I will never give up!" The old Taoist sighed and said, "When will the cycle of revenge end? Why not give each other a chance and let go of the hatred, only then can we find freedom." Everyone fell silent, unsure of what to do...