Chapter 923 – The Journey of Old Youths in Mount Li (1/2)

Chapter 923 – The Journey of Old Youths in Mount Li

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Tang Thirty-Six's gaze moved between Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu as he asked, ”Why is it that when we're discussing such a grave and frightening issue, the two of you can be so calm?”

Chen Changsheng replied, ”As I said to you in the Orthodox Academy, I had an illness when I was a child that made it so I wouldn't live past the age of twenty.”

It was impossible for Tang Thirty-Six to forget this.

Back then, the Orthodox Academy had been shrouded in clouds of sorrow.

In their ears, every word of Chen Changsheng's from back then had been his last will and testament.

Zhexiu commented, ”I've also had this illness since I was a child.”

Yes, from a certain perspective, Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu had lived similarly tragic lives.

Upon coming to this world, they knew that it would be impossible for them to stay for too long.

There was no better way to describe the saying 'facing death to live'.

Presumably, they had spent a period of time downcast, disappointed, perhaps even in despair, spending every waking hour staring at the shadow of death. Finally, they became numb, and thus calm.

At present, they were still quite young, but in their stance towards death, they were more apathetic than the vast majority of this world's elders.

This made one sigh in praise, but also in sorrow and grief.

Hu Thirty-Two sighed.

Ye Xiaolian, who had not spoken at all, turned around and wiped her eyes.

The cliff was quiet, the atmosphere somewhat depressed.

Tang Thirty-Six had a stranger feeling, an inexplicable sense of apology. He muttered to himself, ”Should I have also gotten a childhood illness?”

Zhexiu expressionlessly said, ”You've always been sick.”

Tang Thirty-Six widened his eyes and asked, ”What illness?”

Chen Changsheng proposed, ”The illness of wealth?”

Seeing as they were still in the mood to tease him, Tang Thirty-Six knew that circumstances were not so tense and disastrous as he imagined. Slightly relieved, he patted Zhexiu on the shoulder and said, ”Then let's go. Whether it's a dragon pool, tiger cave, or the Myriad Sword Array, we'll accompany you today and satisfy your final wishes.”

He was naturally referring to the mountain shrouded in clouds across from them.

Zhexiu corrected, ”It's not for certain that I'll die, so you can't say that it's my final wish.”

Chen Changsheng approved, ”That's right. I've already lived past the age of twenty.”

Tang Thirty-Six asked, ”Then why do we have to go to Mount Li?”

Chen Changsheng answered, ”Because it's right there.”

Why were they going to Mount Li?

Because Qi Jian was at Mount Li and Zhexiu wanted to see her. It was just that simple.

And besides, Mount Li was very close to Holy Maiden Peak, so it didn't take much time to visit.

To Chen Changsheng, there were two reasons for this journey to Mount Li. One was to satisfy Zhexiu's desire, but the important reason was that he had once read a treatise on the sword in the Daoist Canon that had mentioned a certain method in the Mount Li Sword Sect's possession. This method could help Zhexiu stabilize his illness, but Chen Changsheng didn't know if there was anyone in Mount Li that still cultivated this method.

The chain was barely visible in the clouds, swaying in the wind. It seemed very dangerous, but to Chen Changsheng's party, crossing it was not a hard task.

In a short time, they crossed the seemingly bottomless canyon and reached the mountain on the other side.