Chapter 675 – Feeling for the First Time (2/2)

Eunuch Lin stared at Chen Changsheng, yet he could find no ripple of emotion on his face.

He was seventeen, in the prime of his youth, yet he was quiet like an old well, autumn waters, a fallen leaf, a dried-up tree: lifeless.

Eunuch Lin suddenly felt pity and sympathy for him and said no more.

But Chen Changsheng said something rather surprising.

”Go. I won't kill you.”

Eunuch Lin narrowed his eyes and coldly replied, ”This is the best chance for you to kill me, maybe even your last chance.”

Chen Changsheng understood his meaning.

Eunuch Lin was a cultivator at the peak of Star Condensation, a true expert extremely close to the Divine Domain. If he had not looked down on his opponent and been suddenly attacked by the black stone, such a conclusion would never have come to pass.

If Chen Changsheng were to let him go, when next they met, Eunuch Lin would assuredly not act this way. Given the discrepancy in strength between the two, Chen Changsheng would have no chance.

”In the future…it might be very difficult for us to meet again,” he told Eunuch Lin finally. ”Please take good care of my senior brother.”

Eunuch Lin was quiet for a very long time, then said, ”It seems that you know very well what will happen today.”

Chen Changsheng said nothing.

Eunuch Lin continued, ”Principal Shang went to the Li Palace. After today, you will no longer be the Pope's successor. No one will come to help you, and you will have to directly confront the pressure of the entire world. Your position and the events that took place in the capital in the past three years have made many people uncomfortable, and those people were the victorious side in this incident.”

Yes, whether it was the princes of the Chen clan, the Tianhai clan, or those ministers of the court, none of them were willing to continue seeing Chen Changsheng in the capital.

Because of the problem with the division of benefits, because of the problem of position, and also because of a problem that no person was willing to voice.

When seeing Chen Changsheng, people would very easily recall the Divine Empress.

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The library was very quiet.

Eunuch Lin's figure gradually faded into the distance, but Chen Changsheng never once spoke.

There were no spectators, no records of this battle. In the coming days, very few people would recall it, much less mention it, and it would naturally not go down in the history books. However, in reality, this battle was very important. It was Chen Changsheng's most perfect battle since coming to the capital, and it was also the battle in which he finally became a true expert.

He had won and could have killed his opponent, but he did not, because this old man was loyal to his senior brother, and because he only wanted to win.

He just wanted to win once, to feel for once just what he was like when he wasn't sick, how it felt to not think about life and death.

As for other things, they didn't matter.

Those people wanted the Divine Empress's body, but he would not give it.

Those people knew he would not give it, so they wanted to use this matter to condemn and kill him, but he did not care.

So be it.

He turned to gaze at the sky above the Orthodox Academy and could faintly see the traces of several Red Falcons in the air.

The heavy stamping of hooves came from outside the Orthodox Academy, a torrential rain, a rumbling thunder.

The black-armored cavalry began to charge.

The sword array of the South Stream Temple would naturally be unable to withstand it.

This was not even accounting for those stern and gloomy Qis coming from the autumn forest of the Orthodox Academy. He just didn't know if they belonged to assassins of the Department for Purging Officials or the army.

Soon after, countless people would pour into the Orthodox Academy and render the forest, the lake, the great banyan tree, and the buildings into dust.

Chen Changsheng would not accept this.

He took a letter from his bosom.

If he opened this letter, many people would die, and then he would probably die as well.

But he was very calm, very composed. The hand gripping the letter did not tremble in the slightest, as if he simply did not care about any of this.