Chapter 375 – A Simple Youth (1/2)

Chapter 375 - A Simple Youth

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Nora

Liang Hongzhuang's expression grew slightly cold. The tips of his brows that had been drawn incredibly thin rose up—the youngest Principal of the Orthodox Academy, the main object of the Orthodoxy's nurturing, the Pope's and Archbishop Mei Lisha's most cherished junior, was actually this youth. He knew of Chen Changsheng, or else he would not have been able to guess it at all. It was just that there were a few things he did not understand. For instance, at the young age of sixteen, Chen Changsheng had reached the upper level of Ethereal Opening. Not even Liang Hongzhuang’s distantly related cousin, who he was not very close with, thought this was possible. Liang Hongzhuang was also filled with admiration, but he did not understand Chen Changsheng's previous strike.

The whole world knew that Chen Changsheng's talent lay in cultivation, lay in the willpower that arose from his erudition of the Daoist Canon. He was diligent and perceptive, but his innate talent was very ordinary. It was absolutely impossible for him to be brought up in the same conversation as Qiushan Jun, Xu Yourong, and Princess Luoluo. Then how was Chen Changsheng’s strike able to surpass the gap between Ethereal Opening and Star Condensation and directly pierce through his Star Domain?

Could it be that before he had even struck, he had already seen through his dancing dress? Liang Hongzhuang turned to Su Li—the Star Domain of the Star Condensation realm seemed perfect, but in the end, it was not truly perfect. However, only a great expert at Su Li’s level would be able to see through it. However, Su Li never made a noise, and even his gaze had always been fixed on Chen Changsheng's dagger, not on his own body.

”You used… just what sort of sword did you use?”

Liang Hongzhuang looked at the dagger in Chen Changsheng's hand, his slender brows flying up even higher, making him seem all the more indescribably enchanting. Chen Changsheng did not know how to answer this question. When Su Li was teaching him the sword, he had very clearly said that this sword technique could be considered under the category of the Intellectual Sword, but he had always vaguely felt that there was some sort of difference.

At this time, Su Li asked a question. He looked at Chen Changsheng, his face filled with confusion and suspicion, and asked, ”Did you really guess?”

Chen Changsheng nodded his head and honestly answered, ”I just made a wild guess.”

Su Li's eyes slightly lit up, as if this was the first time he had set eyes on this youth. He asked another question, ”The probability?”

Chen Changsheng made some mental calculations, then said uncertainly, ”Seven?”

Su Li's voice suddenly went higher. ”Seventy percent?”

Even his proud self who was a genius in the path of the sword felt that this answer was too astounding. Whether it was his past self that had learned the sword at the Mount Li for several centuries or Qiushan Jun when he had first been teaching him the Intellectual Sword, neither of them would have been able to accomplish this. This was an impossible matter.

Yes, so it could not have happened.

Chen Changsheng felt somewhat embarrassed, and whispered, ”I was saying seven percent.”

Su Li felt that this was more like it. Although it was this way, Chen Changsheng's performance had already surpassed his reckoning. He sighed emotionally, ”It's enough. At least you've left the land of wild guesses and come to just guessing.”

Chen Changsheng was somewhat dazed. ”What is the difference between a wild guess and a guess?”

Su Li replied, ”A guess requires something to lean on, while a wild guess is just blindly grasping. Of course, they're different.”

Chen Changsheng remembered the feeling he had the instant before he had attacked. He suddenly felt unsure about whether he had made a guess or a wild guess.

His attack had mostly relied on intuition, not calculation.

In many cases, intuition was an instinctual response arising from many calculations and exercises.

He faintly sensed that his strike, that strike that broke through Liang Hongzhuang's dancing dress, was subtly different from the Intellectual Sword that Su Li had taught him, but he did not know what this difference was.

Liang Hongzhuang stood around a dozen zhang away, watching as the pair talked. He suddenly began to laugh, his elegant face covered with the remnants of makeup filled with ridicule. ”You two are just chatting now!”

Su Li looked at him and said, ”Do you want to chat? Then let's do it together.”

Liang Hongzhuang stared blankly. He had not imagined that he would receive such an answer. After a moment of silent rumination, he actually joined in on the conversation.

Because he had something he wanted to say, something that he wanted to tell Chen Changsheng. As for Su Li, he had nothing good to say to him.

He looked at Chen Changsheng and said, ”How is it that you appeared in the northern part of Tianliang County? Why have you been accompanying this devil? Why are you helping him?”

In the capital, what Chen Changsheng heard of and the impression he formed of Su Li was that the Junior Martial Uncle of Mount Li was a very unworldly and able person. During this journey of ten thousand li, he realized that this impression was not accurate, or perhaps it was more accurate to say that it was not sufficient. Su Li himself had admitted that he had killed many people, but this was the first time Chen Changsheng had heard someone so straightforwardly denounce Su Li as a devil.

”Do you know how many people he's killed? How many times his sword was washed in blood so that it could be so sharp, do you know?” Liang Hongzhuang looked at Chen Changsheng and scornfully said, ”He's killed so many people, so he should have died a long time ago, but he's managed to stay alive. The heavenly laws might operate in cycles, and yet his judgment has actually come late. Today, his appointed time of death has finally come, and yet you actually want to protect him?”

Chen Changsheng did not say anything, because he did not know what to say.

Liang Hongzhuang used his hands to tidy up his attire. then once again walked over, saying, ”He's a southerner, while you are a person of Zhou. He's slain so many Zhou people, so what reason do you have to help him?”

This did not seem like much of a problem, but if one were to carefully think about it, it really was a big problem.