Chapter 459 – Whats the Situation? (1/2)

Chapter 459 - What's the Situation?

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Qiushan Jun's face was pale, but it was different from the paleness of the past few days, which had been caused by his loss of blood and severe injuries. It was even more haggard, and even more downcast.

It had only been half a night, but he seemed to have experienced something that had effected a great transformation upon him.

Gou Hanshi saw and understood the reason for this. His mood was very complex: sympathetic, and also rather displeased.

He was sympathetic for his Eldest Brother and displeased at Xu Yourong.

He knew that this matter was not because Xu Yourong had erred. It was that there was naturally a difference in relationship between those close to oneself and those distant. Moreover, he failed to understand just how the matter had developed to this point.

Even though he had studied the Daoist Canon since he was a child, he still could not understand this matter.

After some time had passed, Qiushan Jun abruptly said, ”In a few days, Junior Sister will return to the capital. If it's okay with you, go along with her.”

Gou Hanshi was somewhat puzzled, asking, ”What's wrong?”

Qiushan Jun gazed outside the dwelling at the starlight, saying, ”Martial Granduncle…will probably depart together with the Holy Maiden. The path the south travels in the future will depend on what happens in the capital.”

Gou Hanshi was stunned at these words. Only after a long time was he able to calm back down and inquire, ”Why is Junior Sister returning to the capital? She can't really be going to personally end the engagement.”

Qiushan Jun shook his head and said, ”That matter is not important. On the contrary, I'm most concerned about her fight with Chen Changsheng.”

Gou Hanshi was even more perplexed. Why is it that Martial Granduncle, Master, and even you, Eldest Brother, so firmly believe that once Junior Sister returns to the capital, she will have to fight with Chen Changsheng!?

”Before the confluence of north and south, neither the Divine Empress nor the Pope will be willing to stir up any waves. In other words, these two Saints will assuredly maintain their silence. The battle for the emperor's throne will remain beneath the waves for now, but the Orthodoxy's new rule, the All-School Martial Exhibition…the matter involving the Tianhai clan and those two archbishops, in truth, is very similar to the matter involving the Pope and Archbishop Mei Lisha: it is all for building up momentum for this final battle.”

Qiushan Jun gazed at him calmly and continued, ”From the Ivy Festival to the Grand Examination and then to the Mausoleum of Books, Chen Changsheng walked amongst the starlight. First he overcame you, then he overcame his fate. If he continues to overcome, then when his reputation and fame are at their height and then Junior Sister Yourong returns to the capital from the south and overcomes him in one stroke, then who in the future would so lightly challenge the majesty of the Divine Empress?”

Then he slightly creased his brow and said, ”It's just a bit too cruel.”

Gou Hanshi understood what he meant by 'cruel'. Shaking his head, he asked, ”Just what did Junior Sister say to you previously?”

Qiushan Jun very calmly related just what Xu Yourong had said to him, like how she loved that possibly dead secret sect disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect.

Gou Hanshi thought to himself, isn't this just another form of cruelty? After a seemingly endless silence, he asked, ”Is it just going to be like this?”

Only after another long silence did Qiushan Jun respond, ”It is impossible to defeat a dead man.”

Gou Hanshi didn't know what to say, only mumbling to himself, ”It's just not right.”

”Who is not right? Junior Sister?” Qiushan Jun smiled at him. ”Tell me, why do you think it was impossible to block Zhou Dufu's blade?”

Gou Hanshi answered, ”Because it was fast.”

Qiushan Jun grinned. ”Because sometimes one blade making two halves…is true mercy.”

The Intellectual Sword could chop at the threads of emotion, as could the blade.

He smiled, and then began to cough.

His coughs were very painful—painful with grief. Several drops of blood speckled his clothes.

Emotion sprang from parts unknown and extended deep within. How could a blade or sword so easily cut it away?