Chapter 799 – Spring Wind Greens the Two Shores (1/2)

Chapter 799 – Spring Wind Greens the Two Shores

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The Daoist faith was the Orthodoxy of the Great Zhou, but it was not merely the Great Zhou's Orthodoxy. Long before the Great Zhou was founded, the Daoist faith had been the Orthodoxy for many dynasties.

The Pope wielded the divine authority of the Orthodoxy, and was the common master of all the believers in the world. From a certain perspective, the Pope had an even higher status than a sovereign.

How could one be a good Pope?

Chen Changsheng was well-versed in the Daoist Canon and had read about the deeds of countless Popes, but this was not something that could be taught.

Perhaps it was precisely for this reason that his martial uncle the Pope had never once taught him how to be a Pope, only attempted to influence him through words and actions.

Such lessons included placing the world above all, being patient and biding one's time, acting cautiously, not caring for a momentary loss, disregarding a slanderous reputation that might last for all ages, and working for the sake of all living things.

After leaving the capital, he, like many other young cultivators, went straight to the north, planning to contribute his strength to the battlefield. However, reality proved that he was of no use here. On the contrary, his presence on the frontlines was liable to cause chaos and shake the morale of the soldiers. As a result, he began to use his medical arts to save people, refining the Cinnabar Pill. He truly had saved many people, but it was still not enough.

In his notebook, Wang Zhice had said that positions were relative. In different positions, one naturally needed to choose different ways of doing things. He was currently the Pope, so if he wanted to make a contribution to this world, he could not act like a swordsman or doctor. He had to use different methods.

Su Li had decided that it was beneath him to associate with this dark and rotten world, or even look at it. If he was stained by its dust, he would use his sword to chop it away. The Tianhai Divine Empress, on the other hand, had used even darker and crueler methods of suppression, attempting to completely expel that rotten air, while his martial uncle the Pope had been gentler and more conservative.

In Chen Changsheng's view, all these methods were wrong.

He could not be like his martial uncle, continuously yielding for the sake of the bigger picture and willing to sacrifice himself. He was also not so estranged from this world as Senior Su Li. Although this world had no kindness for him, he still liked this world and the people living within it. He naturally could not do as the Tianhai Divine Empress did. After reading Wang Zhice's notebook in the Lingyan Pavilion, he had abandoned any desire to have the world dance to his whims.

His method, his way of doing things, was truthfully rather simple.

Since he did not want to submissively allow this world to be given over to those rotten and uninteresting people, he should stand up.

Just like how the spring wind greened the shores of the river, how wildflowers filled the mountain slopes: fair and aboveboard, upright and frank, making a declaration to the world.

If he were just by himself, it would naturally be very difficult. Fortunately, he had many peers, companions.

If that fellow had been willing to join him, it would have been even better. Alas, just why had he been so unwilling to leave the mountain?

Chen Changsheng gazed up at the distant room still lit by lanterns, and wondered what Luo Bu was thinking.

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The demons had truly retreated, leaving no traps and making no efforts to preserve any of their gains. From the northern reaches of Tianliang County to the western foothills of Mount Han, an area spanning a circle of around two thousand li in radius was completely devoid of demons. Their only presence was two squadrons of wolf cavalry on the banks of the Lahu River, most likely to keep watch on the human army.

Many people were still perplexed over why the demons had withdrawn, but regardless, in every aspect, this was still a victory for the Human race. The ten-some army headquarters of the snowy plains in the north and the even more numerous strongholds began to celebrate, and relaxed smiles appeared on the faces of the people as if they were enjoying a festival.