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nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

n“I’ve seen a lot of people die, so I know what I’m talking about.”

nGuo Dong said this while looking at Jing Jiu.

n“You are really going to die.”

n“I know,” Jing Jiu said.

nHis injury was fatal. His inner organs were all broken, with no more blood in his body. Even the most precious magic pills couldn’t save him, unless he could obtain a Fairy Book.

nGuo Dong pleaded, “Could you tell me who you are before you die?”

n“You’ve seen me before,” Jing Jiu said.

nGuo Dong said, “Even if you are the personal disciple of Jing Yang, it’s still not possible for you to be so powerful.”

nHe helped her escape from the sword of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, a feat impossible for the so-called young geniuses.

nIf this incident was leaked out, it would shock all of Chaotian…or maybe nobody would believe it.

nGuo Dong didn’t believe he was merely a Green Mountain disciple named Jing Jiu.

nJing Jiu didn’t respond to her.

nIt was because he had lost too much blood; so there was not a trace of blood on his face. But his eyes and brows were still so perfect, so he didn’t look like a real person, but instead like a jade statue.

nWhen the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean lay in the water, he gave onlookers the same feeling.

n“I suggest that you turn into the Sword Ghost. Though it will dissolve eventually, you can at least live for a while.”

nGuo Dong’s suggestion seemed to be quite simple, but it demonstrated her profound knowledge and unimaginable Cultivation state.

nYet, Jing Jiu had no way to change himself to the Sword Ghost. To survive the fatal wound, he had to find another way. “Lend me your thread,” he said to Guo Dong.

nUpon hearing this, the expression in Guo Dong’s eyes suddenly grew cold, asking, “Who the heck are you?”

nJing Jiu still didn’t respond to her question, but raised his right hand slowly and extended his forefinger.

nGuo Dong fell silent for a moment while looking at Jing Jiu, and then she extended one of her fingers.

nThe two fingers met each other amid the ocean wind.

nThey separated immediately after touching each other.

nHowever, the two fingers couldn’t separate completely.

nA thin and sticky silk thread appeared connecting the separating fingers.

nThe silk thread was transparent. It solidified when meeting the wind and wavered with the wind, looking extremely strong.

nUnder the sunlight, the silk thread emitted a golden and jade-like color, but the color was very light.

nThe thin thread came out from Guo Dong’s fingertip.

nIt looked like the silkworm spitting out the silk in spring.

nThe black iron sword appeared, hovering quietly over the beach, close to the spot where their shoulders touched each other.

nJing Jiu attached the thin silk thread to the blade of the iron sword.

nThe iron sword moved to Jing Jiu’s abdomen along with the thread, quivering slightly.

nGuo Dong didn’t understand what he was doing.

nThe iron sword was actually pitching at an extremely small range. It seemed to be quivering because it moved at a very fast speed.

nA moment later, the iron sword moved to the other side of Jing Jiu’s abdomen along with the thin silk thread.

n“I’m going to sew the flesh on my back. Now I’m repairing the fracture on my spine.”

nJing Jiu explained.

nGuo Dong couldn’t sit up to witness the scene, but she felt it absurd.

nIf this was true, her natural worm silk was actually sewed into this man’s body. She had an awkward feeling.

nThe natural worm silk was the thinnest and strongest silk thread in the world, and it was perfect for sewing the wound.

nNobody, save for Guo Dong and Bai Zao, could find so much natural worm silk.

nThe iron sword pitched with the natural worm silk in Jing Jiu’s abdomen at a high speed, sewing up the crack.

nA few minutes later, the fracture on his spine had been repaired. The iron sword moved to another spot to sew up the inner organs.

nOf course, it was not merely the organ that needed to be sewed up, and it also included repairing the membranes and blood vessels, which required even more precise sewing.

nYet, the speed of the iron sword didn’t slow down, but instead it sped up, with many residual movements left behind.

n“How come I find it moving faster now?” Guo Dong asked.

nJing Jiu said, “It looks simple to repair the bones; but it is actually quite complicated. Those grey fibers in the bones are very tiny, and my bones are very hard.”

nGuo Dong asked, “Have you done this sort of thing before?”

n“I have studied it,” said Jing Jiu.

nAs they were talking, the iron sword had already sewn up two broken intestines and began to sew the other organs.

nAfter having sewn the inner organs, it started sewing the muscles, followed by the skins

nThe ocean wind blew over the setting sun as time passed.

nAfter a long time, the iron sword stopped quivering and hovered quietly before the two of them.

nThe golden and jade-like natural worm silk broke off in the wind and went back into Duo Dong’s fingertip.

nGuo Dong looked at his abdomen and found it was as smooth as usual. She couldn’t find anything wrong with it except that a fine blood line could be seen on it.

n“You are quite good at this; you should be a doctor.”

nJing Jiu said, “It was because Xilai’s sword came too fast.”

nThe sword light coming from few miles away was extremely sharp, so his wounds were even and smooth.

nIf the wounds were as messy as the patch of beach they were on, it would be harder to sew them up.

nOn the other hand, the objects that could cut him in half were scarce in this world.

nGuo Dong noticed that he called the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean as Xilai.

nShe had too many questions like this.

n“It’s done?” she asked.

n“No,” Jing Jiu said. “I have just sewn them together. Next, they need to grow and recover themselves. This will take a long time; but I’m not going to die any time soon.”

nGuo Dong said, “Then, it’s my turn to die.”

nHer wound was not internal, but an internal one of fatal sort.

nTo make sure that she could kill the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, she was very close to him when she struck; so she naturally received severe wounds as a result.

nThe sword wielded by the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean broke three of her Dao meridians.

nThough she looked fine, she actually couldn’t move any parts of her body below the neck. She was like a paralyzed patient, and her life energy was gradually leaving her.

nEven if Jing Jiu’s iron sword could sew up her wounds, it still had no way to cure her internal wounds.

n“You are not going to die.”

nAfter Jing Jiu said this, he felt that the scene and the conversation seemed to have occurred somewhere and sometime before.

nWas it a few years ago, or a few hundred years ago?

nGuo Dong glanced at him, and asked, “Are you sure?”

nHaving said that, she closed her eyes to take a rest.

nThe setting sun descended even more, and the twilight grew brighter, as if the surface of the ocean were ablaze. More dead fish drifted over from the distance, drawing more birds to the area. The birds dived into the ocean constantly and then flew up again, making noisy screams. Watching the scene from a distance, the birds looked like countless burning stars.

nJing Jiu turned around and looked at her face.

nThe tightly closed eyes were like two lines. Her eyelashes that were not too long or too short had more thin lines. Her mouth was a line, and her nose ridge was another line.

nThis was an ordinary face, and not the same as her former face.

nBack then, she couldn’t be considered a beauty, though she was quite attractive. No matter whether she was in the black mountains and dark rivers, or in the crowded human world, she would be remembered easily after one glance of her.

nHowever, regardless of the former or the current Guo Dong, Jing Jiu hadn’t been able to understand her. Likewise, she was unable to understand him either.

n“Your current Cultivation state is not even as strong as mine, but you intended to kill Xilai; what were you thinking? You have stagnated in the Heavenly Arrival State for a couple of hundred years and failed to break through. Right after my ascension, you finally decided to employ the most dangerous method in an attempt to break through the cocoon and gain a new life…Then, why are you still living like you did before? You have delayed your Cultivation because of those unimportant things, wasting away your time. And you are even willing to give your life for it. Pei Baifa did it because he had few days left in his life. But why did you do it?”

nJing Jiu thought of these matters while looking at her face.

nThe night arrived, and the sky was filled with the stars, illuminating the beach.

nGuo Dong opened her eyes, which were very bright when reflecting the starlight.

nThe stars in the water are the stars in the sky.

nWho was this person before her?

nShe looked at Jing Jiu quietly, without uttering a single word.

nJing Jiu didn’t say anything either. He thought this was better than years ago when she never stopped talking about her ideals, which was annoying.

nAfter a long time, Guo Dong’s eyelashes moved slightly, as she said, “You have said that I’m not going to die.”

n“That’s right,” said Jing Jiu.

nGuo Dong demanded, “But why are you looking at me like you do to a dead woman?”

nIn other words, he looked at her like she was a dying person.

nThe corners of Jing Jiu’s mouth curled up slowly, forming a good-looking curve; he responded to her with a polite smile.

n“Your face is indeed good-looking; but you shouldn’t use it as a weapon to deal with me. The concept of good-looking is only suitable for choosing the better bloodline to continue the life…”

nGuo Dong continued, “But I’m not interested in this sort of thing.”

nJing Jiu thought what she said was sensible, but he wasn’t interested in it.

nHe disliked listening to the principles, and he disliked telling others the principles either, except that he told Zhao Layue once.

nHe had listened to the similar principles told by Guo Dong many years ago. It was something annoying that he tried to forget.

nHe merely intended to take a look at her, not meet her. Unexpectedly, the situation forced him to meet her; and they were so close to each other, almost eye to eye.

nWhat should he do? Jing Jiu closed his eyes.

nGuo Dong didn’t expect that he would have such a reaction.

nAs she looked at Jing Jiu’s face, she suddenly came to a conclusion.

nThough she was not interested in that sort of thing, the good-looking face could indeed make onlookers feel more pleasant than an ugly face.

nNeither the Dao Heart nor the Zen Will could smother the feelings deep in the heart. Forgetting affection didn’t mean that one should be unaffectionate; otherwise, one would become an inhuman.

nSince she understood this better than anybody else, so she could accept the fact easily. She looked at Jing Jiu’s face for a long time.

nThe stars were still and motionless. They only changed their brightness as time changed. As the morning light grew brighter, they faded away quietly.

nJing Jiu opened his eyes, awake.

nHe used the sword awareness to check himself, and found out that nothing went wrong with the sewed organs.

nAnd then, he looked at his toes and tried to wiggle them. He found that his big toe could move on its own now.

nAfter one night, those grey fibers inside the spine had finally connected together; this was the most important fact.

nHe tried to bend his right leg slowly. His movement was slow and awkward, looking very rigid, resembling a puppet imitating human moves.

nHe bent down his right leg and put his foot on the beach. And he then turned over to put his hands down to support his body. Finally he tried to get up inch by inch.

nHis movement was so sluggish that it was like a slow motion scene played ten times more slowly than usual.

nGuo Dong commented, “You act like a salamander.”

nJing Jiu didn’t heed her. He still focused on what he was doing. Eventually, he ended up in a sitting position.

nThis simple move made him look paler on his face, with knitted brows.

nIt must be the excruciating pain that made him change the expression on his face.

nWhen he was sewing the wounds the day before, he employed the Zen method of the Fruit Formation Temple to shut his six senses.

nBack when he had just broken through the Inherited Will State on Shenmo Peak and encountered the thunders, he employed the same method to avoid being shocked unconscious by the thunders.

nYet, shutting the six senses would have a negative effect on the recovering of the inner organs, muscles and meridians.

nIf Jing Jiu wanted to recover as soon as possible, he had no choice but to give up the method of shutting the six senses and rely on his will power to bear it.

nFortunately, Jing Jiu was not lack of strong will power.

nHe inhaled the salty ocean air deeply, making sure that the sewed fractures on his inner organs were not reopened; the color on his face looked a lot better now. He placed his palm on Guo Dong’s hair and rubbed a few times.

n“What are you going to do?” demanded Guo Dong, wide-eyed.

nJing Jiu raised his palm.

nCountless thin threads stuck to his palm were pulled out when Jing Jiu lifted his palm. Those threads floated with the ocean breeze, emitting a nice-looking glow.

nThese silk threads were also the natural worm silk. Yet, it was unclear how Jing Jiu managed to pull them out from the inside of Guo Dong’s body.

n“Since you like running around hither and thither, I have to tie you up first.”

nJing Jiu used the natural worm silk in his hand like a packaging cloth to wrap around Guo Dong’s body.

nGuo Dong knew that he didn’t mean to tie her up, saying, “I heard that you used this method to save Bai Zao back when you were in the snowland.”

n“Yes,” Jing Jiu said, “but this method can’t save you.”

nThe Cultivation state of the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean was much higher than Luo Huainan who attacked Bai Zao.

nGuo Dong’s wound was much worse than Bai Zao’s.

nThe natural silkworm cocoon and the secret Cultivation method of the Water-Moon Nunnery would merely stabilize her wound, but couldn’t cure her.

n“Who the heck are you?” Guo Dong asked while staring into his eyes. “Jing Yang had left the ancient Danzhu Script with you…Are you his and Nan Wang’s child?”

nJing Jiu thought that she was still so troublesome that he shouldn’t come in the first place. He naturally refused to answer her question, and carried on what he was doing with his head lowered, binding the silk threads around her body. The silk threads binding her grew thicker and thicker, and also moved upward more and more. They covered her chest and neck, and were on the verge of wrapping her face.

n“If you want to cover my mouth at the same time, you can give it a try.”

nThe expression in Guo Dong’s eyes was calm and dreadful.

nShe didn’t use the oral mantra often spoken by the Green Mountain disciples; her voice was emotionless.

nShe would be certainly among the top three when those who had killed most people in the history of Chaotian were considered; so her threat was more realistic and formidable.

nJing Jiu thought about it and changed his original plan. He used the natural worm silk to bind her around her face.

nIt didn’t take long that a large silkworm cocoon appeared on the beach.

nGuo Dong’s face was not covered by the cocoon, looking like a wrapped up infant.

nShe looked truly cute.

nJing Jiu brought one end of the natural worm silk to her waist and tied a knot there; and then he tied the other end firmly on his own wrist. He called out the iron sword and stood up with great difficulty.

nHis face turned pale again, his eyebrows knitted.

nHe walked toward the forest behind the beach while heaving Guo Dong with him.

nTo put it more precisely, he didn’t walk. What he did was dragging his feet forward.

nFortunately, he tied the threads on right spots. The cocoon was perfectly balanced; so it had no effect on his moving forward.

nBy the dusk, he finally walked out of the forest.

nHe walked about one mile.

nThe newly changed cotton cloth was wetted by the blood that had just seeped out.

nJing Jiu had already gotten used to this magnitude of pain; he wasn’t knitting his eyebrows any longer. But he still couldn’t walk more quickly.

nAt the moment, he couldn’t even ride on the sword, not to mention to employ the Underworld Fairy Sword. All he could do was dragging his feet slowly.

nThe road was muddy and uneven outside the forest. The imprints of the wheels and caw hooves were barely visible. It looked like few people used the road.

nJing Jiu walked forward slowly while heaving Guo Dong.

nRecalling the time when he and Liu Shisui left the small village and was on the road of returning to Green Mountain with Master Lü, he wondered why he thought walking was more comfortable at the time.

nThen, he missed the horse-drawn carriage of the Gu Clan.

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