It was very quiet both in the royal palace and in the sky. The people were speechless while staring at Jing Jiu who was in front of the grand hall, thinking that they must have heard it wrong.
How could he fight against the Immortal Tan only after cultivating for a few decades?
The Immortal Tan was undoubtedly the most powerful swordsman in Chaotian, having almost the same prowess as the Immortal Liu Ci back then. He could step into the Great Formation of royal palace in a leisurely manner and had reached the highest state of the mysterious Dao method; so there was no way Jing Jiu would be his match.
The Immortal Tan remarked sentimentally, "The Immortal's self-confidence is the same as back in the years."
"I'm the sect master of Green Mountain, so I must do it. At least I understand such a principle," said Jing Jiu.
"Even if you're the reincarnation of the Immortal Jing Yang, your Cultivation state is nevertheless too low. You are in no way a match for me," the Immortal Tan said earnestly while looking at him.
Hearing this, the voices of the chancellors grew lower, and the Cultivation practitioners in the sky were lost in thought.
The young man in white standing in the square of the royal palace was the youngest sect master of Green Mountain, and he was probably the reborn Immortal Jing Yang.
If it was true, he of course should have such a confidence in himself, even though the opponent he faced was the Immortal Tan.
Any wild idea would not be so wild when it was an idea held by the Immortal Jing Yang.
This was the common understanding in the Cultivation circle.
It was similar to another common understanding.
"I've never encountered any equal opponent," said Jing Jiu.
Jing Yang in his former life had never had any equal opponent, and in this life Jing Jiu had never lost a fight.
All the gazes were fixed on the Immortal Tan, because they wanted to know what his decision was.
In many people's minds, the Immortal Tan would accept Jing Jiu's suggestion, because Jing Jiu had cultivated for a short time, even if he was the reborn Immortal Jing Yang, and he had no chance of defeating the Immortal Tan. Unexpectedly, the Immortal Tan shook his head after a long pause, meaning he didn't accept it.
After making this decision, the Immortal Tan looked more relaxed; but the reason for it was much more complicated.
Besides, he showed a hint of regret on his face.
It was because it had been the uppermost desire of the swordsmen of his generation to fight against the Immortal Jing Yang.
Jing Jiu said, "The two sects send out ten swordsmen each, having ten fights then."
If this suggestion were accepted, the Immortal Tan and the Immortal Bai, though they were very strong, could only win two fights; the remaining eight fights would be in limbo.
One scholar of the One-Cottage House commented with raised brows after hearing Jing Jiu's suggestion, "He plans to use his weakest swordsmen against the strongest of the Center Sect."
"No. It means that he has full confidence in the Green Mountain Sect," Bu Qiuxiao said expressionlessly.
It was evident that Jing Jiu thought that none of the swordsmen of the Center Sect, except for the Immortal Tan and the Immortal Bai, was a match for the sword practitioners of Green Mountain. To think of which, it was indeed the case, to say nothing of Yuan Qijing and Fang Jingtian, the Immortal Guangyuan, Fu Wang, Nan Wang, Mo Chi and other elders in the upper state of the Broken Sea would be able defeat any opponent of the Center Sect.
After the departure of Liu Ci, the best swordsmen of Green Mountain were not as strong as those of the Center Sect, but the swordsmen in the states lower than the Heavenly Arrival on Green Mountain had outnumbered Cloud-Dream Mountain by a large margin.
Jing Jiu added calmly, "If you think ten fights can't represent the overall capability of the sects, we can increase the fights to a hundred or even a thousand."
Upon hearing this, that scholar of the One-Cottage House fell silent, and the Cultivation practitioners of various sects all remained speechless.
All the inner gate disciples of the Green Mountain Sect numbered around one thousand.
It seemed that Jing Jiu had a tremendous confidence in the disciples of Green Mountain.
Showered in the rays of the morning sunlight, the Immortal Tan suddenly extended his right hand, saying, "Five fights; the winner can continue fighting."
Those chancellors who had rushed out of the grand hall retreated to the underside of the corridors. It was quiet in the square of the royal palace, as if it were a wild field.
The Immortal Tan and Jing Xin were the only ones standing in the deserted square, in addition to a small green curtain sedan by the palace wall, unnoticed by anyone the entire time.
After pausing for a while, Jing Jiu said, "Fine."
An uproar broke out again.
Nobody rooted for the final victory of the Green Mountain Sect.
Even if Yuan Qijing had already arrived at the royal palace and the Unicorn wouldn't fight, the Green Mountain Sect still didn't have any chance of winning the battle.
Who could defeat the Immortal Tan?
And the patch of cloud and fog above the Yintian Gate was reflecting the morning sunlight.
However, no cheerful expression could be detected on the Immortal Tan's face at the moment. "Please dismantle the Great Formation of royal palace; otherwise, it's unfair," he said imperturbably.
Jing Jiu did nothing; but everybody could sense that the Great Formation of royal palace had been dismantled, and that those stone posts were not shooting out the glows any longer, returning to their original unresponsive state.
The Immortal Tan raised his right hand, and more than ten cloud boats in the sky backed up several miles outside Zhaoge City.
Seeing this, the people were startled.
They thought that the Bai family was in charge at the Center Sect and the sect master was merely an empty seat; but it seemed that it was not the case.
"Please," Jing Jiu said.
The Immortal Tan asked, "Who will be the first to fight from Green Mountain?"
Countless gazes were trained at the sky and the side halls, as if they would be able to see a wind and snow soon.
The morning sunlight reddened the sky; there was no sign of a rainfall, to say nothing of a snowfall.
If Yuan Qijing didn't come, where was Fang Jingtian?
If the two figures in the Heavenly Arrival State didn't come, who would fight then?
Jing Xin left the Immortal Tan and walked to the palace wall, ignoring those eunuchs who stepped aside for him. Though the Great Formation of royal palace was dismantled, the palace still needed to be cleaned and more barriers had to be set up; otherwise, the ensuing five fights between the swordsmen of the Green Mountain Sect and the Center Sect would definitely destroy the whole royal palace.
The Immortal Tan stood in the square in a casual manner, his cotton clothes ruffling in the wind; but he gave off an energy that was seemingly unstoppable.
The people believed that the Immortal Tan would certainly win the first fight, and some of them even thought that he could win all five fights, and so did the Young Zen Master and Bu Qiuxiao.
Nobody from Green Mountain could defeat the Immortal Tan, and nobody in the entire Chaotian could do it, unless the Broadsword King Cao Yuan could come back from White Town. However, Cao Yuan was a member of both the Fruit Formation Temple and the Windy-Broadsword Church, but not a member of Green Mountain.
The Immortal Tan stood in the square, waiting quietly. He had no intention of hurrying the matter.
The cleaning effort continued in and around the square.
Sir Jin and Sir Niu came out from the underground. They took over some control of the Great Formation and set up the yuanqi barrier.
A secret guard and a few eunuchs were about to move the small green curtain sedan away to ensure the safety in the vicinity of the palace wall.
The eunuchs were terribly frightened by the development that day. Looking at the figure of the Immortal Tan in the square, their eyes were filled with fear, their faces pale. After the guard said something to them in whisper, they attempted to grip the poles of the small green curtain sedan with trembling hands.
It was then that a voice suddenly came out from the small green curtain sedan, "Have I told you to do it?"
The voice was neither emotional nor ear-pleasing; actually it sounded quite ordinary.
It sounded like that of an ordinary river or sea.
And it sounded like that of an ordinary peak, sky or sun.
The voice was not very loud, but it spread to the entire palace, Zhaoge City, and even the entire heaven and earth.
Was there another person in the small green curtain sedan?
Countless gazes were cast to the sedan, and some of them wondered if the person in it was the great grandmaster of the Water-Moon Nunnery herself.
The chancellors who had witnessed Nan Zhen bringing the news to the grand hall were even more baffled, wondering how there was another person in the sedan.
The most perplexed thing was that the person in the small green curtain sedan seemed to talk to those eunuchs, but it seemed more like they were talking to the Immortal Tan and Jing Jiu.
"Have I told you to do it?"
One of the two was the sect master of Green Mountain, and the other was the sect master of the Center Sect.
In the whole of Chaotian and in the last one thousand years, who had such qualification and courage to talk to them this way?
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