Chapter 917 – Where Can the Rushing Blood Settle? (1/2)
Chapter 917 – Where Can the Rushing Blood Settle?
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The grand ceremony to close South Stream Temple had come to nothing, but the events that had taken place in it had shaken the entire continent.
The battle between experts of the Divine Domain, the revealing of the Great Western Continent's scheme, and the death of the blue-clothed visitor were hotly discussed topics for the time being.
Holy Maiden Xu Yourong's breaking out of seclusion and then joining with Pope Chen Changsheng to successfully contend against an expert of the Divine Domain drew even more discussion and respect.
The Tang clan, the Qiushan clan, the Mutuo clan, and the Wu clan—all of the Four Great Clans had become extremely subdued, a matter which was inseparably linked to Tang Thirty-Six.
The latest news from the Longevity Sect was a formal apology to the Tang clan, and they had sent an elder to the Tang clan's chief branch to cure the First Master.
But Chusu had vanished.
It was obvious to everyone that the ever-waning Longevity Sect could no longer control this monster.
The Great Zhou Imperial Court remained powerful and Shang Xingzhou remained firmly seated on the world's highest seat.
According to their agreement, Pope Chen Changsheng still could not return to the capital, only travel the world. No one knew when this arrangement would be broken.
But anyone could see that the overarching situation in the world was like the starry sky after a rain, subtly transforming.
After eating the Fish with Tofu, Chen Changsheng had no plans to lengthen his stay. In the early morning of the next day, he led Tang Thirty-Six and the others out of Holy Maiden Peak.
As for what he and Holy Maiden Xu Yourong had talked about and done in South Stream Temple on that night, there was naturally nobody that knew.
On the upper reaches of the Tong River, the mountains and forests, whether under the sun or in the clouds, all had their distinctive types of beauty.
Spirit Camphor Mountain, the mountain upon which Gentle Stream Monastery was built, had many fragrant camphor trees, and the lush green canopy was very pleasing to the eye.
As one walked through Spirit Camphor Mountain, after around ten-some li, one would reach a cliff. Beyond this cliff was a sea of clouds, making it difficult to see the bottom. Beyond this gap, one could faintly make out a solitary peak, and spanning the gap was a chain that swayed in the wind. Just looking at it made one's heart beat in fear, let alone walking on it.
”What's the name of the mountain?” Tang Thirty-Six asked, pointing across.
Ye Xiaolian had been the one to send them here, so she explained, ”This peak is called Incomparable Peak and it is the easternmost of Mount Li's thirty-six mountains. In the past, Senior Brother Qiushan would often practice the sword on this mountain. Occasionally, when the clouds cleared up and the light was good, you could stand here and get a clear view.”
Tang Thirty-Six heard the emotion in her voice and teased, ”You saw it when you were little and fell in love with Qiushan Jun at first sight?”
Quite a few years ago, on the Divine Avenue of the Li Palace, he and Ye Xiaolian had engaged in an infamous quarrel, so he was naturally aware of the affection she had.
Ye Xiaolian had long since ceased to be that girl from the Divine Avenue and was not at all annoyed by his question. She calmly replied, ”So what?”
Tang Thirty-Six got closer to her and whispered, ”If I might so boldly ask, who do you like now?”
Ye Xiaolian noticed the nigh imperceptible glance from Chen Changsheng and smiled. ”I love the temple master most.”
Tang Thirty-Six found this answer quite boring. ”Women are truly fickle.”
Listening on the side, Zhexiu found this conversation rather boring. He walked to the edge of the cliff, finding the chain swaying in the wind rather interesting.
The solitary peak before them loomed out of the clouds.
Chen Changsheng was looking in its direction, but his mind was somewhere else.
Hu Thirty-Two knew what he was worried about and whispered, ”There's still been no news from White Emperor City.”
Chen Changsheng asked, ”Even if Zhizhi can't be found, why is it that no one can get in touch with Guardian Jin?”
Hu Thirty-Two explained, ”The abruptness of this matter meant that many details were left out of the report, but this subordinate remembers from a report he saw two years ago that Guardian Jin has been demoted again. At present, he has returned to farming on the outskirts of White Emperor City. Even if we manage to get in touch with him, he might not be able to resolve this problem.”
Chen Changsheng said nothing.
After the night in the snowy mountains, he spent a period of time recovering from his injuries at Sloping Cliff Horse Farm. At that time, he had already reestablished communication with Zhizhi.
While he went from the Mount Song Army headquarters to Wenshui City, Zhizhi went by herself to White Emperor City, eighty thousand li away.
The Orthodoxy and the Imperial Court were fighting for the world. In order to fight his master Shang Xingzhou, he first had to consider each of their external allies.
His choices to visit the Wenshui Tangs, Holy Maiden Peak, and his next destination were all made with this thought in mind.