Chapter 713 – The Old Matter of Ten Thousand Swords (1/2)
Chapter 713 – The Old Matter of Ten Thousand Swords
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Wang Po was born in Tianliang and was thus no southerner, but because of those grudges he had with the Great Zhou Imperial Court, the people of the south were more than willing to accept him.
As a result, when he became master of Scholartree Manor, he was not confronted with vigilance and hostility, but welcome.
Compared to Su Li, Wang Po had a temperament and character much more amenable to the southerners, was more trustworthy and reliable.
To put it another way, he was far more suitable than Su Li to be the flagbearer of the south, but first, he needed to raise that flag.
All the south had been waiting for the day when he broke through and became Divine, but no one had expected that day to come so soon, so suddenly that no preparations had been made.
Today, his blade had cut through the sky of the capital and raised the flag to let it flap in the wind, and the south finally welcomed its flagbearer.
Other than those legendary existences for which there was no written record, he was the youngest person ever to enter the Divine Domain.
Perhaps in the future, a person in the generation of youths represented by Qiushan Jun might surpass this achievement, but no one could know for sure.
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On the shore of the Luo River, the three carriages slowly retreated, the willow branches swaying in the breeze powerless to detain them.
The Tang Second Master watched this scene with an incredibly gloomy expression, but did nothing. The two Divine Generals and the several hundred cavalry of the Imperial Guard also kept silent.
The three carriages did not seem that remarkable, but they represented the entire south, and their stance was exceptionally clear.
They could do nothing, as their actions would be tantamount to the Imperial Court and the Wenshui Tangs engaging in hostilities with the entire south.
No person could bear this responsibility, not even someone like the Tang Second Master, an important personage dispatched to the capital by the Wenshui Tangs.
In the entire capital, even the entire continent, there was only one person able to bear such a responsibility.
The venerable master of the Dao, Shang Xingzhou.
The Tang Second Master drew back his gaze from that sight and turned to look northward.
Two tasks needed to be done today, and one had already failed. The remaining task was even more important.
The position of Pope represented the Orthodoxy's vast ocean of resources and power, so not a single problem could be allowed to occur.
Chen Changsheng had to die.
The clouds and snow were like a flock of sheep urged on by the whip as they slowly traveled across the gloomy sky.
The Saint from White Emperor City was in the Li Palace, momentarily keeping things in balance.
The southerners would not concern themselves with Chen Changsheng's life or death, nor did they care about the ultimate successor of the Orthodoxy. And someone like the Qiushan clan head was more than willing to see Chen Changsheng die.
There was probably no one coming to Chen Changsheng's rescue.
Viewed this way, one could barely consider themselves to have broken even from today's events.
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The three carriages departed the capital with no one blocking their way.
The snow-covered Wuli Plains were visible across the Bai River. Once they crossed the bridge, they would be on the road back to the south.
Guan Feibai asked the carriage to stop, said a few words to the Qiushan clan head, bowed, then prepared to leave.
The curtain of the front carriage was lifted, revealing Wang Po's still rather wan face.
”What are you going to do?”
Guan Feibai replied, ”That guy is probably in a lot of trouble. I'm going to see if I can help him out a little.”
He spoke very naturally, as if this was the expected course of action. Thus, even the steadiness of his voice gave off an aura of bold self-confidence.
Wang Po smiled and thought to himself, the Mount Li Sword Sect is truly extraordinary. These young disciples are all much stronger than Senior Su Li.
”There's no need to go. That fellow has his own plans and doesn't require any more help,” he explained.
As they had walked from the Assistant Minister's estate to the northern part of the city, they had chatted about many things by the Luo River. They had spoken of Wang Zhice and the Garden of Zhou, the path of the blade and the soul of the sword, and, naturally, they had chatted about that mission they were about to undertake.
That fellow had requested his help in hindering Tie Shu, but he had made no other request.
Wang Po had done even more, slaying Tie Shu, so that fellow could naturally finish off everything else.