Chapter 539 – The Old Bullying the Young (1/2)

Chapter 539 - The Old Bullying the Young

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The academy wall noiselessly collapsed and the old Daoist nun strode in through the breach.

With the fall of her footsteps, an incomparably powerful Qi, carrying the might of the ocean, instantly enveloped the entire Orthodox Academy.

The students in the dorms were still sleeping and the Orthodoxy cavalry in the side courtyard had also not sensed this.

In the house, Chen Changsheng and the rest had sensed it in the first moment, because what the old Daoist nun wished for was precisely to wake them up and for them to remember the events to follow.

They opened their eyes and felt that cold aura of silent extinction. It felt like they had fallen into a frigid icehouse and any drowsiness had vanished into nothingness.

One after the other, the windows of the house were pushed upon, revealing those young faces of theirs.

They looked at the old Daoist nun on the other side of the lake.

The instant they set eyes on the old Daoist nun, the aura of extinction transformed into an aura of death and endless fear.

This old Daoist nun was far too powerful, so powerful that they found it hard to even gather the will to resist.

When he saw the old Daoist nun, Tang Thirty-Six thought of one time when his grandfather got angry—all of Wenshui City shook three times. Zhexiu thought of the time when he was young, not long after he was driven from his tribe, that he had once seen from a distance an enormous Mountain-toppling Fiend as well as that short yet absolutely terrifying figure sitting on its crown.

Su Moyu's face became abnormally pale because he knew who this old Daoist nun was.

At this time, Chen Changsheng very naturally thought of that storm in Xunyang City. He then realized in shock that this Daoist nun was actually an expert of that level.

Logically, with Chen Changsheng's current status, no one would dare move against him in the capital. But now, he did not have this self-confidence because this old Daoist nun was no ordinary person. Even the Pope would have to give this person a little face. Moreover, she was currently giving off an extreme feeling of obliterating extinction.

The extinction of 'one thousand mountains, but extinct are the birds flying over them'. The obliteration of 'ten thousand roads, but all traces of men obliterated'.

(TN: Both portions in quotes are from the poem ”River Snow” by Liu Zongyuan, a Tang Dynasty poet.)

She viewed all living beings of the world as pigs and dogs. Just who wouldn't she dare to kill?

At this time, Su Moyu's voice rang out. He asked the old Daoist nun in shock, ”Auntie, what are you planning to do?”

Upon hearing this, Chen Changsheng and the rest finally confirmed their conjectures and knew the identity of the person that had come.

Tang Thirty-Six's expression did not change, but his fingers on the windowsill somewhat paled.

Zhexiu's expression did not change, but the fingers of his right hand had already slowly begun to release his walking stick and move to grip the hilt of his sword.

She had finally come. This peerless expert who pampered her son, covered for the faults of others, who was irritable, prone to kill, and was famed for her mood swings, had finally come.

Wuqiong Bi, the sole woman of the Storms of the Eight Directions.

Her husband was called Bie Yanghong, also on the Storms of the Eight Directions.

They had only one son called Bie Tianxin.

One could imagine just how the sole son of two of the Eight Storms had been raised.

Bie Tianxin had lived his entire life drifting along with the wind and current, all the way until several months ago, when he encountered Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six in front of the Orthodox Academy.

At the time, Su Moyu had warned them that the Orthodox Academy might encounter this sort of trouble.

Chen Changsheng disagreed, thinking that the Orthodox Academy had not done anything excessive to Bie Tianxin. With Wuqiong Bi's status and position, there was no need for her to make things difficult for them.

Only now, upon seeing that old Daoist nun across the lake, did he finally understand that not all people up high were people up high that had transcended the world, that not all of them had a frame of mind that had broken away from the secular world.

”Senior…entering the Orthodox Academy in the middle of the night, I ask what teachings you wish to impart.”

He gazed at the Daoist nun, his voice firm as he asked.

He was the Principal of the Orthodox Academy, the Pope's appointed successor. Solely in terms of status, he was not at all beneath this old Daoist nun, so when he spoke, he spoke with great composure.

With an apathetic expression, the old Daoist nun questioned, ”You are Chen Changsheng?”

Ever since he had come to the capital from Xining, Chen Changsheng had heard this sort of question countless times.

At times, it had been very annoying, like the time he encountered that Monolith Guardian in the Mausoleum of Books. At other times, it had been an honor, like that time he met Zhu Luo outside of Hanqiu City.

The old Daoist nun that was asking this question was of equal status to Zhu Luo, but he knew that this was certainly no honor, but a danger.

With an indifferent expression, life and death already decided, the old Daoist nun declared, ”In a moment, I will kill this person.”

As she spoke, she stared at Chen Changsheng and pointed at Xuanyuan Po's back.

Xuanyuan Po's body faintly trembled, but under this incomparably terrifying pressure, he found it simply impossible to turn around or escape.

”I will also do a few more things for all of you to see.”

All this time, the old Daoist nun did not even glance at Xuanyuan Po and the ruins of the kitchen.

In her eyes, Xuanyuan Po was already a dead man.