Chapter 912 – Mutual Loathing (1/2)

Chapter 912 – Mutual Loathing

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Silenced reigned throughout South Stream Temple.

Huai Ren could not answer Xu Yourong's question.

She knew that there was no room left to maneuver, but when she imagined the scene of the temple in ruins and its disciples dead, she still made one last attempt to convince.

”I know that this way of doing things goes against the laws of the church, but I cannot watch as the two of you drag South Stream Temple into the abyss.”

She looked at Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng and declared, ”Neither of you have the right to do this.”

Xu Yourong stood up and calmly looked into her eyes. ”Before Teacher left, she said to me that South Stream Temple was made up completely of female cultivators who had innately delicate natures, that it was extremely difficult to eke out a living in this chaotic world, but to live one's life by quietly guarding one's Dao heart was an even more naive way of thinking, completely contrary to the Dao of South Stream Temple.”

Huai Ren asked, ”Could it be neither you nor Senior Sister recalled that the momentum of the world is like the flooding of the River of Hatred, that the slightest lack of attention will result in the overturning of the boat and the death of all hands?”

Xu Yourong answered, ”Cultivating the Dao in itself defies the heavens. Even as delicate women, we must still grasp our Dao and press forward. Though standing on the riverside and watching the world pass by is truly charming and comfortable, if one is not even willing to get the bottom of one's shoes wet, how can one step upon the waves and finally reach the other shore?”

With these words, the blossoming trees swayed in the wind and the eyes of the disciples brightened.

”When I was young and lived in the capital, I jumped into the well of New North Bridge, and I stood on a bridge and jumped into a canal of the Luo River. Everyone thought that I was seeking death, but nobody knew that I only wanted to jump in to see what was true. Was there really a Moon? Was there really a legendary evil dragon? I even dared to do all this, so what does traveling down a river amount to?”

When Xu Yourong said this, Chen Changsheng glanced at her.

Before the battle of the Bridge of Helplessness in the capital, he had carefully investigated her, so he knew that these were interesting anecdotes from her childhood years.

”Master chose me to be Holy Maiden because she had a clear understanding of my personality and knew where I would take South Stream Temple.”

Xu Yourong said to Huai Ren, ”I can respect that you don't like my way of doing things and don't like Teacher's choice, but if you want to change everything? No.”

Her voice was very soft, as pleasant to the ear as the most moving birdsong in a peaceful valley. There was no intentional threat in it, yet it also indicated that its words could not be questioned.

This was especially the case for the final word. Many disciples, Ping Xuan and Yi Chen included, recalled when Chen Changsheng had said the exact same word on the plateau.

'I can respect and understand, but I will not accept, will not be convinced by you, and certainly won't be changed by you. ”No” is ”no”, and even if it's okay, the answer is still ”no”.'

But Chen Changsheng recalled that shout he had heard from Wenshui City's old estate in the snowstorm.

”Your second son is colluding with demons!”

Reputation was something he had only begun to gradually accumulate after the Grand Examination.

But Xu Yourong and Qiushan Jun had been raising their reputation from the day they were born.

They had lived on this world for far less time than these seniors, but in terms of reputation, who could compare to them?

All arguments came to an end.

Xu Yourong was the will of South Stream Temple.

In these ten-some verdant mountains, no one could shake her status, or even approach it.

Even if those who opposed her today were three most senior martial grandaunts.

Huai Ren sighed. As she saw Xu Yourong's expression, as serene as water, her own heart was one of stagnant waters. She asked, ”Then how is Temple Master prepared to punish us?”

”I said that I could respect and understand. This being the case, Martial Aunt did not make too great of an offence. What punishment is required?”

Xu Yourong continued, ”Martial Aunt's delight was to wander the world, but for the future of South Stream Temple, you were forced to cut short your cultivation and return. Now that I have broken out of seclusion, there is no need for you to concern yourself with the affairs of the temple. Thus, I invite Martial Aunt to continue traveling. I am confident that the scenery outside will not be lacking to the scenery here.”

Given Huai Ren's seniority, it was truly rather inappropriate to punish her according to the laws of the church or the rules of the temple.

But to have these martial grandaunts remain at Holy Maiden Peak was even more inappropriate.