Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2626 Side by Side
"father?"

Ji Jiashu handed out a bamboo tube, but no one took it. His hand hung in mid-air, and he couldn't help but feel anxious. "This thing isn't from the Moon Embracing Refinement, it's just..."

He thought that Ji Mo believed that Hei Ni was related to Ying Baoyue, or that there was some other misunderstanding, or that he was too embarrassed to use Ying Baoyue's blood.

Just as he was worried that his father would refuse to accept it, Ji Mo reached out and took the bamboo tube, then cut it open in the shape of Ji Jiashu.

Blood spread across the blade of the Sword of King Goujian of Yue.

"It doesn't matter where it comes from, as long as it's useful."

This time, it was Ji Jiashu who was shocked. "Father?"

He never expected his father to be so obedient; he thought it would take a lot of effort to convince his father to use Ying Baoyue's blood.

"She always seems to have something to do with these weird things."

Ji Mo pointed the sword at the deranged Mr. Haoran and spoke indifferently.

"If I'm not mistaken, this thing is probably related to Baoyue's soul."

"Father, how did you know?" Ji Jiashu was even more surprised now.

He only learned from Ying Baoyue, after her soul returned to its place following her ascension to the throne, where the strange black mud came from.

The source of this black mud comes from the blood pool deep within the Zen temple's underground cave, where half of Lin Baoyue's soul was imprisoned. It was created by Yun Zhongjun through evil magic.

It is precisely because Ying Baoyue's soul is the material for these evil arts that the blood containing her soul has an inhibitory effect on these black muds.

But Ji Mo had never been to the Zen temple, nor had he frequently dealt with this black mud, so how could he know?
"How could I not know?" Ji Mo sneered. "From beginning to end, that's all the tricks that guy knows."

Such "superior" evil magic could not have been created by Yun Zhongjun alone. Only that ancestor, whose magic could be described as array formations, nightmare suppression, and poison, could have created such an evil object that could "transcend the mortal realm."

It now appears that the evil magic possessed by Yun Zhongjun largely originated from Emperor Ying.

Emperor Ying divided Lin Baoyue's soul into four parts: half to the Western Rong, a quarter to himself, and a quarter to the Northern Cold Pavilion, making the best use of it.

Ji Jiashu gazed at his father's back as he stood holding a sword, realizing that he knew far too little about this man whom he had held in such awe since childhood.

Especially what did my father experience in the first half of his youth, along with the Grand Master of Fate and the Emperor Taizu?
Ji Jiashu always felt that Ji Mo's experiences with Emperor Ying and Lin Shubai were no less than those he had experienced when traveling with Ying Baoyue, Li Ji, and others.

"Cheer up! What are you daydreaming about!"

Ji Mo's fierce shout snapped Ji Jiashu back to his senses, only to discover that the cultivators, led by Mr. Haoran, had all drawn their swords, exuding murderous intent.

The heads of the upper four palaces are all Heaven-rank cultivators, and the heads of the lower eight palaces are either Heaven-rank or fourth-rank cultivators.

There were four Heaven-rank cultivators and more than thirty Earth-rank cultivators on the other side.

With the headmaster under control, Ji Jiashu estimated that most of the outstanding disciples in each academy had also been brainwashed and were probably hiding in the palaces of each academy, ready to attack them at any time.

On their side, it was just him and his father.

"father……"

Even Ji Jiashu, who had witnessed so many grand scenes with Ying Baoyue, was momentarily at a loss when faced with so many powerful cultivators.

Given the current situation, the correct course of action would be to retreat and seek reinforcements. With his father around, they should be able to escape even if surrounded by so many cultivators.

Judging from Ji Mo's appearance, he didn't seem to have any intention of retreating.

"When you went up the mountain, did you see those disciples who went down to fetch reinforcements?" Ji Mo suddenly asked.

“I saw it,” Ji Jiashu paused, then said softly, “They’re all dead.”

"is it?"

Ji Mo drew his sword and stepped forward, his expression showing little change.

“Not all the disciples of Jixia Academy are under control,” Ji Moran said. “When I arrived, at least half of the disciples and elders were still conscious.”

The disciples who still had some sense ran down the mountain to try and warn the others, but they were constantly being killed by the controlled disciples behind them. What he saw was a living hell.

"Ji Jiashu, if you want to leave, then leave now," Ji Mo said calmly. "Before I return, do not let His Majesty send any more cultivators. If I do not return within half a day, then have His Majesty ask your lord for help."

Ji Jiashu opened his eyes wide and paused for a moment before understanding what his father meant.

Does Ji Mo intend to stay here alone and perish together with the Jixia Academy?

"No!" Ji Jiashu refused resolutely, "If we're going, we'll go together!"

“If we leave now, this place will be completely under our control,” Ji Mo said calmly. “There are still quite a few disciples who haven’t been controlled yet.”

"As the Imperial Advisor, I cannot abandon them and leave."

If they leave now, the Jixia Academy will become a den of treacherous people.

“Then let’s fight,” Ji Jiashu gritted his teeth and gripped the Spring Thunder Sword tightly. “I will protect my own life, so you don’t need to worry about me.”

“You learned that from Ying Baoyue, didn’t you?” Ji Mo laughed. “You’ve really been brainwashed by that woman.”

Are you qualified to say that to me?
For the first time in his life, Ji Jiashu felt the urge to contradict his father.

Why must we protect this place even in such dire circumstances? Isn't it because this place was established by the Great Master of Fate?

Ji Jiashu's rebuttal was interrupted by Mr. Haoran's laughter before he could utter a word.

"Ji Mo, do you really think you can fight against so many cultivators by yourself?"

"Do you really think you're the strongest fire mage in the world?"

"Whether I can do it or not, you'll find out soon enough," Ji Mo said expressionlessly, his figure disappearing from the open space.

The Vermilion Bird God in mid-air let out a sharp cry, and crimson sword flames rose from the ground on the martial arts stage.

"I'll take care of the Heavenly Rank, and you can take care of the Earthly Rank."

Ji Mo only uttered one sentence before plunging into the chaos of battle.

Although Ji Mo assigned tasks to the two, all the controlled celestial officials, academy leaders, and disciples attacked Ji Mo, and almost no one paid any attention to Ji Jiashu.

The poison and black mud on their bodies seemed to have been pre-programmed, treating Ji Mo as an enemy.

Ji Mo's figure was instantly surrounded by countless longswords and figures, leaving not even a gap.

"father!"

Ji Jiashu felt a chill run down his spine and immediately drew his sword to attack the other cultivators who were besieging Ji Mo.

Ying Baoyue's blood splattered on his blade, giving him unparalleled courage. But when he saw the Jixia Academy disciple's robes worn by the person opposite him, Ji Jiashu's sword trembled.

Over the past year, he has killed countless enemies.

But this was the first time he had drawn his sword against one of his own.

Even if it meant crippling these people, he couldn't bear to do it.

Amidst the thunder in the sky, Ji Jiashu still managed to sever the tendons in the hands and feet of the three Earth-rank disciples in an instant.

The moment the sword, stained with Ying Baoyue's blood, pierced their bodies, the black mud escaped from their eye sockets. The next moment, the voice of someone familiar reached Ji Jiashu's ears.

"Huh? It's Chunhua-kun?"

"Wait, Chunhua-jun, why are you trying to kill me?"

"Chunhua Army? Don't you recognize me?"

Ji Jiashu's chest trembled, and his hand holding the sword involuntarily stopped.

The next moment, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his shoulder!
A memorable first time the father and son fought side by side