Chapter 889 – A Storm Descends upon the Mountain (1/2)
Chapter 889 – A Storm Descends upon the Mountain
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The mountains were silent.
The South Stream Temple disciples looked at each other, not knowing what to say, especially the young girls like Ye Xiaolian.
Those disciples that had never interacted with Chen Changsheng before were, on the contrary, rather calm.
In their view, the Pope was the most revered person in the world, imbued with majesty and boldness. Even against these martial grandaunts, what did it matter if he said a few harsh words?
But Ye Xiaolian and her fellows knew that Chen Changsheng had a calm and gentle personality, so why was he so unflinching today?
Was it truly that the position changes the person? Or was it the power of time?
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It had nothing to do with position or time.
Tang Thirty-Six and Hu Thirty-Two were well aware that Chen Changsheng had not been like this last night. In their shock, they wondered, just what happened on the summit?
The ill omen he had sensed in front of the stone wall at the summit of Holy Maiden Peak and that casual comment from the Prince of Xiang were the reasons for Chen Changsheng's change in stance.
Moreover, the conduct of these three martial grandaunts had already surpassed the level that he could accept, whether it was in their treatment of the temple's disciples or the possibility of alarming Xu Yourong into leaving her seclusion through their attempt to close the temple. The latter might even be deliberate!
”The matter of closing the temple ends here for the moment. Everything will wait until the Holy Maiden comes out.”
He said to Huai Ren, ”Whether out of malice or kindness, my answer on the matter is still 'no'.”
It didn't matter how high one's seniority, how great one's prestige, or that the people managing the temple were one's disciples, or that one was moved by emotion, acted with reason, and was forced onto this path.
It didn't matter if the Imperial Court wholeheartedly supported it, if the venerable Daoist had made the plan himself, or that countless people wanted to see the temple close, that through unity came strength.
If he said 'no', then such a thing would not happen. It was 'no', even if everyone else said 'yes'.
Because he was the Pope.
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”Wait for the Holy Maiden to come out?
”Just when will she come out?
”Ten years? Twenty years? Fifty years?
”What if she never comes out?
”What if she's dead?”
A sharp voice suddenly came from the mountains.
At first, everyone thought that the owner of this voice was asking a question, but then they realized that something was wrong.
This voice was suffused with hatred, brimming with malice. These were not sincere questions, only curses that pierced straight into one's bones.
This person was cursing Xu Yourong to never emerge, even to die a sudden death!
Hearing this, even Huai Ren and her martial sisters showed surprise, much less those disciples beneath.
Clangclangclangclang. These sounds resounded in the air as sword after sword was unsheathed. Sword intent filled the air above the plateau, warily and angrily aimed at the mountain path.
Countless gazes followed these sword intents to the mountain path.
Two figures gradually appeared at the intersection between the plateau and the mountain path.
One was a scholar, the other a Daoist nun.
The appearance of this pair caused many people to suddenly rise, their faces stricken with shock. The Prince of Xiang slightly frowned, glanced at the Divine General at his side, then slowly rose as well.