Chapter 688: She is the Fairy Madam

Many people had guessed what the seemingly tiny light dust was by now, even though this answer was so implausible.

What else could they do besides kneel down on the ground to admit their submission?

Well, they could also resist.

Jing Jiu and the Dead Dog were still in the hermit peaks. The two of them were the most powerful swordsmen at the current Green Mountain Sect; and the sole passage leading to the hermit peaks was located underneath Shangde Peak.

The intention of the light dust was clear enough.

Many disciples of Green Mountain had lost control of their bodies and minds, unable to stand erect; but some of them could still stand proudly amid the strong wind.

Those who were still standing were Nan Wang, the Immortal Guangyuan, Chen Youtian, Zhao Layue, and the disciples of the second generations like Gu Qing, Yuan Qü, Guo Nanshan, Zhuo Rusui, Gu Han, Yao Songshan and Lei Yijing. They were behaving this way not because of their bravery; they simply had no other choice because what they cultivated was the sword work.

The blood-red light of the Thoughtless Sword illuminated the peaks of Green Mountain.

Soon after, more sword lights shot up and headed toward the light dust one after the other.

Dozens of sword lights appeared in the sky all at once; it looked spectacular.

Seeing the scene, the Immortal Tan sighed. It seemed that he felt sympathetic for these swords.

Though Zhao Layue’s Cultivation state was not as high as the Immortal Guangyuan and Nan Wang’s, her Thoughtless Sword was the fastest on Green Mountain; as such, her sword was the first to arrive in the high sky and in front of the light dust.

Crack!!!

It sounded like lightning striking down from the high sky, and everybody could hear it clearly.

This was obviously the sound of a hard object snapping. Was the Thoughtless Sword broken apart? But, the Thoughtless Sword was a sword in the fairy state and a precious treasure of the Green Mountain Sect, and it had killed a great many swordsmen and the demons in the hands of the Immortal Jing Yang and Zhao Layue; how could it snap in half?

Zhao Layue fell onto the ground heavily after she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and toppled backwards.

The Thoughtless Sword didn’t come back.

Nor did the Immortal Guangyuan’s sword, Nan Wang’s, Zhuo Rusui’s, or anyone else’s.

Dozens of thin lines appeared in the blue sky; those were the marks left when the flying swords were knocked away and broken.

Dozens of grunts could be heard on the top of Tianguang Peak. Guo Nanshan spat out a mouthful of black blood; Yuan Qü passed out right then and there; the others dropped to the ground after their sword pills were shattered.

The Immortal Guangyuan and Nan Wang were the only ones who could still stand even though they could barely do so; their faces looked terrible.

All the strong swordsmen of the Green Mountain Sect had struck with their swords at the same time, but their attacks were futile, and their defeat was severe.

The light dust was still drifting down. The drifting pace had evidently slowed, but it did so on purpose; it had nothing to do with the attacks of the Green Mountain swords.

The light dust looked like a fallen leaf at the moment. Well, it seemed lighter than a fallen leaf and even lighter than wind.

The light dust had finally arrived in the sky above the peaks of Green Mountain and revealed its true appearance.

It was a beautiful woman dressed in a white skirt.

It was unclear what the white skirt was made of; it looked like a flowing cloud, fluttering in the wind freely.

The faint golden threads could be vaguely seen as the skirt was tousled, but the patterns of the threads were indiscernible.

It was actually inaccurate to describe this woman in white as being beautiful; it was in fact stating the obvious.

It was because everyone could only focus their attention on her eyes when they saw her.

The expression in her eyes was peaceful and amicable, as well as clean and far-reaching.

In her eyes, the people could see a river and the stars reflected on the surface of the river.

The woman was landing onto the top of Shangde Peak.

Seeing this scene, Guo Nanshan, Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing revealed a feeling of despair emotion in their eyes.

It was then that the woman suddenly turned her head to a spot in the sky, the expression in her eyes growing slightly cold.

The small green curtain sedan of the Water-Moon Nunnery was there.

The rolled up green curtain suddenly dropped down, now looking like the frozen surface of water, not rippling in the least.

The green curtain was reddened by blood.

The Chief Nun of the Water-Moon Nunnery in the Heavenly Arrival State was severely wounded, spitting blood after merely glancing at by the woman in white.

To saying nothing of attacking her, the flying swords of the swordsmen of the Green Mountain Sect were damaged badly before they could touch her and were rendered incapable of fighting again.

Who was this woman in white?

“Greetings, Fairy Lady Bai.”

“Greetings, Ancestor.”

The voice of the Immortal Tan rang out in the sky above Tianguang Peak.

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After that, more voices filled with excitement, fear and bewilderment broke out.

No matter whether it was the Fairy Lady or Ancestor, for the people in Chaotian in the last thousand years it only denoted one person.

It was the former sect master of the Center Sect and the only ascendant in Chaotian in the last thousand years: Bai Ren.

Among the representatives of various sects participating in the Inauguration Ceremony of the Sect Master of Green Mountain there were many who had witnessed the Battle of City one hundred years ago, but the baffling and shocking fact was that the Fairy Lady Bai Ren appeared to be more powerful and more real than one hundred years ago.

The exceedingly formidable energy and the amazing aura exuded a hint of real fairy intent.

Was it possible that she was not a spiritual awareness of the Fairy Lady Bai Ren today?

Did the Fairy Lady Bai Ren come back in person this time?

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As the people were thinking of this issue in bewilderment, the Fairy Lady Bai Ren had already arrived in the sky above the peaks of Green Mountain.

Now that the Sword Formation of Green Mountain had been destroyed, who could possibly resist her?

Bai Ren landed atop Shangde Peak.

The peak top had no black rocks, flowering trees and blue lake, except for the pure white snow.

Her feet touched down on the snow, making no sound.

She didn’t even make a sound as faint as the footsteps of a tiny ant.

A sizzling sound soon ensued.

It was the sound of snow melting.

It was the sound of black rocks being exposed to the air.

It was the sound of green vines growing out of the cracks between the cliff rocks.

And it was the sound of flowers blooming.

The ice and snow on Shangde Peak were melting at a fast speed, and the snow-line was receding toward the foot of the mountain rapidly. More and more green pine trees could be seen on the mountain now, and so were the wild grass and flowers.

All of heaven and earth could sense the clean intent and the vitality brought by the fairy energy.

Everyone could perceive the peaceful and far-reaching intent; so they all felt calm and tranquil at the moment.

Unexpectedly…

The cracks between the black cliff rocks disappeared, and the green vines snapped, and then everything collapsed.

What was happening was not simply falling down; in fact, all the cliff rocks were falling into the inside of Shangde Peak, sort of like an implosion.

It was akin to the medicinal materials and the energies of heaven and earth in a tripod suddenly condensing into a magic pill.

Along with the rumbling booms, Shangde Peak was imploding, causing a great deal of smoke and dust.

After a long while, the smoke and dust had abated. The people could finally see what had happened to Shangde Peak.

Only a third of Shangde Peak, which was a mile high previously, was still standing…And the mass of the peak had also shrunk, looking like an utterly different peak.

The most unbelievable part was that the surface of the black cliff wall looked very dense and smooth, devoid of any sign of life or cracks, resembling a whole iron ball.

A wailing shriek could be heard in the sky as a badly deformed gray sword was falling down from the sky.

The gray sword landed on the cliff of Shangde Peak, making a crisp “pah” sound, and broke in half.

“Damn your ancestor…”

Zhuo Rusui’s face was pale. He passed out again after mumbling a curse.

The gray sword was not Yuan Qü’s, but Zhuo Rusui’s Swallowing Boat Sword.

The Swallowing Boat Sword had a very high state and extremely strong. Like Zhuo Rusui himself, his sword had survived the failed attack against the Fairy Lady Bai Ren earlier and flew back to Green Mountain shamelessly.

However, the Swallowing Boat Sword broke in half after it landed on Shangde Peak.

It could be imagined how hard the current Shangde Peak was. How dense was the peak right now? It was harder than the magic treasure of the highest state.

Now that Shangde Peak ended up like this, the Sword Jail under the peak must have been demolished, and those prisoners who had committed countless crimes and evil deeds were all absolutely dead.

Innumerable gazes were fixed on Shangde Peak.

The eyes of the Cultivation practitioners looking at the woman in the fluttering white skirt were full of trepidation.

She landed softly on the peak top.

She had Green Mountain under her feet.

And she was none other than the Fairy Lady.