Chapter 388 – The Meanings of Our Lives (I) (1/2)
Chapter 388 The Meanings of Our Lives (I)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Su Li asked again, ”Just now when you went downstairs, why didn't you bring the Yellow Paper Umbrella with you?”
The Yellow Paper Umbrella possessed an incredible defensive power, capable of blocking the full-force blow of a Star Condensation expert. Chen Changsheng had heard Zhexiu say as much in Wenshui, but it was just that in the past few days, the umbrella had always remained in Su Li's hands. Moreover, from the day they left the snowy plain, he had always felt that the umbrella was a sword, so he had completely forgotten about this property of the umbrella. Now when he heard Su Li's words, he couldn't help but give a vacant stare.
He honestly admitted, ”I forgot.”
Su Li sighed, ”You really are very stupid.”
As the pair was talking, Xiao Zhang did not move, Liang Wangsun did not move, and the people in the streets around the inn all did not move.
Because the person speaking was Su Li.
In the past several centuries, Su Li had served as the idol of countless people in the world of cultivation. He was the soul and sword of the human world. He could be killed, but he could not be humiliated, because that was tantamount to humiliating the human world itself. At this moment, even the most crazed Xiao Zhang would not mind waiting for a few more moments.
The ending had already been decided. The common people had accepted this killing, and the only person to stand in front of Su Li, Chen Changsheng, had already lost. The gap in strength between both sides was far too wide. In the cultivation world's first generation of blooming flowers, four experts were stronger than the rest. Snow-treading Xun Mei had died in front of the Divine Path in the Mausoleum of Books, so there still remained three. Amongst these three, two of them had come to Xunyang City. What could Chen Changsheng do?
A broken wall behind the inn could no longer bear the gentle push of the wind and collapsed with a rumble, stirring up the dust once more.As the dust settled, the bishop of Xunyang City, Hua Jiefu, appeared within the inn. Looking at Chen Changsheng, he solemnly said, ”Your Eminence can no longer change this situation, so why not let this situation end in a somewhat calmer fashion?”
Chen Changsheng lowered his head, saying nothing.
Su Li lifted up his right hand again and patted him on the shoulder. He smiled as he said, ”What sort of person am I? Is a little kid like you really prepared to stand guard in front of me for the rest of your life?”
Chen Changsheng understood his meaning and began to arduously drag himself to the side.
When the Liang Household's emperor's carriage had arrived, he had been standing by the window. When Xiao Zhang's spear had descended, he had stood in front of the chair. Even when he had collapsed, he had still collapsed in front of the chair. His strength had already been completely expended. At this final moment, whether it was out of respect or some other reason, he felt he should allow Su Li himself to confront this tribulation. Thus, he moved aside.
Su Li sat in the chair, his hand grasping the Yellow Paper Umbrella. He gazed at Xiao Zhang in front of him, Liang Wangsun in his emperor's carriage, as well as the crowd on the streets. His expression was serene, free and uncaring, as if all these people were just a bunch of idlers.
The sky above Xunyang City grew somewhat gloomy. The paper snow had already ceased falling, but a sudden drizzle began to rain down.
In those streets sprinkled by the rain, there was only absolute silence. For a very long time, no one said anything.
Xiao Zhang inclined his head and looked at Su Li, his eyes showing an unprecedented focus and fervor. It was like he was admiring an extremely precious piece of porcelain which would soon be personally shattered by him.
The white paper on his face was soaked by the fine rain and began to change shape. It appeared even more comical, and even more frightening. Soon after, he began to slightly shudder. A voice like an iron wire incessantly being struck penetrated through the white paper. ”It's truly meaningful that even a person like you will die.”
When he said these words, Xiao Zhang's voice began to tremble even more. It was very excited, and also somewhat frustrated—he was excited because he was about to see with his own eyes and personally take part in a most important shift in history, but he was frustrated for an even more complex reason.
Su Li looked at him like he was looking at some heavily wounded little animal. His voice full of pity, he said, ”Every person has to die. Do you not even understand a simple truth like this? Everyone says that your insanity is similar to mine, but why is that you seem so much like an idiot right now?”
If it were any other person that called him an idiot, Xiao Zhang would definitely have lost his mind, not stopping until his opponent had been rendered into a pile of chunks. Yet when he heard Su Li's words, he didn't even get angry. On the contrary, his eyes became extremely sincere. ”You see, the people that showed today are all bastards, or else they're just piles of trash. It's meaningless to die under their hands.”
Su Li was in an unpleasant mood. ”Are you really an idiot? Dying under anyone's hands is meaningless.”
Xiao Zhang straightened his chest and said, ”Can you see how I am? Dying under my hands always has some meaning.”
Chen Changsheng couldn't help but ask, ”Does this way you all are doing this have meaning?”
They were all talking about meaning, but it wasn't the same sort of meaning.
Xiao Zhang looked at him and his eyes suddenly turned cold, his voice even more demented. He yelled, ”Of course it has meaning! He's Su Li! How could he die at the hands of those pieces of trash? It's obvious that he can only die under my spear!”