Chapter 1067 – Everyone Is Here (1/2)

Chapter 1067 – Everyone Is Here

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Guan Bai was the greatest pride of the Heavenly Dao Academy in these last few years, his status on par with Qiushan Jun's in the Mount Li Sword Sect. He was known as Famous Name Guan Bai.

This extremely talented young expert had suffered a heavy blow several years ago—one of his arms had been cut off by Wuqiong Bi.

But when everyone believed that he was about to wither away, he blew away their expectations by determinedly climbing from the abyss of despair. With diligent and strenuous cultivation, he regained his former strength, and coupled with his arduous battle in the north against demon experts over the last few years, his cultivation in the sword incessantly advanced. He charged through the threshold of the upper level of Star Condensation and his position on the Proclamation of Liberation was fast approaching Liang Wangsun and Xiaode.

If Chen Changsheng chose Guan Bai to be Archbishop of the Hall of Illustrious Persons, such a moral person with such sterling achievements, legendary experience, and a background in the Heavenly Dao Academy would receive widespread support. Even if someone did want to question Chen Changsheng, it would be difficult to directly voice their concerns.

”The surprising choice is often a rather excellent choice.”

Tang Thirty-Six creased his brow and said, ”The only problem is that his experience is a little shallow, and also… he's Zhuang Zhihuan's student. To have the student manage the teacher is a rather strange feeling, and I think that even Guan Bai himself would find it hard to bear.”

Chen Changsheng said, ”He's probably coming back for this Grand Examination. When the time comes, I'll try my best to convince him.”

In the Boiling Stone Summit on Mount Han, Guan Bai had fought with Chen Changsheng, and Chen Changsheng had returned to the capital with serious injuries, indirectly leading to those events that shook the world. Guan Bai, on the other hand, had gone to Snowhold Pass, defending against the demons in that world of snow and ice for three years.

In these three years, Chen Changsheng had also been in the mountains of the north, but he had never gone to meet Guan Bai.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Because Snowhold Pass and the Proclamation of Liberation that Guan Bai was on had made Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six recall a person.

Xiao Zhang had been pursued across the world by the assassins from the Great Zhou Army and the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, and had ultimately been forced into the north. It was said that the two sides had engaged in a bloody battle at Snowhold Pass, after which Xiao Zhang vanished into the snowy plains. No one knew whether he was still alive, and what he would do if so.

As they thought about that chain over the river, the tyrannical figure descending from the skies, the piece of paper flapping in the wind, the aroma of tea engulfing the entire city, and those tea merchants who were heedless of death, Chen Changsheng and Tang Thirty-Six remained quiet for a very long time.

”Let's talk about a few proper matters.”

Tang Thirty-Six did not like this sort of oppressive mood. ”When will you give the questions to me?”

Chen Changsheng was very confused and did not understand what he meant.

Tang Thirty-Six glanced outside the hall and then whispered, ”The literary test isn't necessary. I only need the martial test.”

Chen Changsheng blankly stared for quite some time before he finally got it. Opening his eyes wide, he asked, ”You want me to leak the questions?”

Seeing those bright and clear eyes, free of impurity, Tang Thirty-Six felt somewhat ashamed, and then inexplicably angry.

”Don't forget that you're also the Principal of the Orthodox Academy! What's wrong with seeking an advantage for the students? If it wasn't for Priest Xin back then specifically coming over to leak the questions to us, would that rigid and inflexible brain of yours be able to think about borrowing Xu Yourong's crane to cross the Qu River?”

Normally, Chen Changsheng might have responded by very earnestly saying, ”Is this what it means to get angry from embarrassment?” But he did not say it today, because he had heard Priest Xin's name, which had once more made him recall that city brimming with the aroma of tea.

Chen Changsheng walked to the window and silently looked out.

Priest Xin was dead, Archbishop Mei Lisha had died long ago, and his martial uncle the Pope was also dead.

This Li Palace was now his, but it was also foreign to him, because all those people he was familiar with were no longer here.

The Li Palace now was rather cold and cheerless, but its will was even more united. Yet this was still not enough to directly confront the Great Zhou Imperial Court.

The most critical problem was that his master Shang Xingzhou's prestige in the Orthodoxy was too high.

If it really did come down to a war, though there would probably be no defections, at least a third of the Li Palace's priests would choose to remain silent or retreat.

As spring began to pervade the air, the ivy growing on the stone walls of the Li Palace gradually began to reveal its alluring green.

The sight of these stone walls made him think back to his first look at the Orthodox Academy. Chen Changsheng felt somewhat emotional.

From a certain standpoint, from the moment he was born to the moment he entered the Orthodox Academy, his entire life had been planned out by Shang Xingzhou.

He had a very complicated attitude toward Shang Xingzhou.

Shang Xingzhou probably felt the same toward him.

He had originally believed that the events of White Emperor City could be a turning point.