Chapter 1085 – Where the Dust Rises (1/2)
Chapter 1085 – Where the Dust Rises
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Historians had many ways to divide the last one-thousand-some years. The most common choice was the founding of the Great Zhou, and many of them also chose to use the chaos of the Hundred Herb Garden and the ascension of Emperor Taizong as a crucial point. Amongst the populace, quite a few people also chose the moment when Wang Zhice suddenly leapt onto the stage of the world as the start of a new generation, dividing those one-thousand-some years into history before and after Wang Zhice.
Because the roles he had played in the northern expeditions against the demons had been far too important, his deeds far too legendary.
On this day in history, his appearance also divided history into a 'before' and 'after'.
Before Wang Zhice appeared, the air inside and outside the Mausoleum of Books was fraught with tension and everyone was uneasy and apprehensive to the extreme. After he appeared, many negative emotions were instantly banished and many people began to show expressions of joy, even ecstasy.
The people had finally confirmed that the rumor was true, that he was still alive, so he could naturally resolve all the problems the Human race would encounter.
Even the sunlight of early spring seemed to grow more brilliant in anticipation.
It was at this moment that they heard a question.
”Lord Wang, Sir, have you gone senile?”
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The conversation between Wang Zhice and Xu Yourong was not intentionally concealed from the people within and without the Mausoleum of Books.
The former did not due to his self-confidence and because there was nothing that he was not willing to speak of, while the latter did not because of a faint disappointment and the will to fight that came with it.
Xu Yourong's question threw everyone inside and outside the Mausoleum of Books into an uproar.
'Lord Wang' was the respectful address that the entire Human race had given Wang Zhice, and she had even called him 'Sir'.
But nobody would believe that this question was out of true concern.
Even though she was the Holy Maiden of the south, was the greatest pride and treasure of the capital, the people could still not accept such disrespect from her.
Outside the Mausoleum of Books, excited chatter could be heard, mixed with angry rebukes.
Even the Mount Li Sword Hall elders and the other experts in the forest slightly creased their brows at this question, deeply disapproving of this discourtesy.
The Old Lady of the Mutuo clan and the head of the Wu clan once more glanced at each other, and then they wordlessly shook their heads, already prepared to concede and leave the capital.
Xu Yourong ignored the turmoil outside the Mausoleum of Books, and she also cared not for the reactions of the southern experts.
She calmly gazed at Wang Zhice.
Shang Xingzhou stood within the sword array, silently and apathetically watching on.
Outside the sword array, Wang Zhice faintly smiled, apparently unconcerned by her deep derision.
He was well-read in the Daoist Canon and well-versed in worldly matters. He was naturally aware of Xu Yourong's current emotional state and where those emotions came from.
When Xu Yourong spoke of how he had never appeared when he should have appeared, she naturally referred to those times when the world needed him.
Like that sea of blood that engulfed the Orthodox Academy twenty-some years ago, or that heaven-shaking coup that had taken place in the Mausoleum of Books three years ago.
At these crucial pivots in history, Wang Zhice truly had not appeared, but he had appeared at other moments.
Back then, he had left the capital in low spirits, no longer concerning himself with the battles for power and authority in the court.
He wandered the four seas and secluded himself deep in the wilderness.
But he still cared about the future of the Human race.
So when the Demon Lord attempted to kill Chen Changsheng, he had appeared in Mount Han.
On the night that the Demon Lord died, he had appeared in the snowy mountains.
During White Emperor City's internal strife some time ago, he had appeared in the snowy plains of the north.
Wang Zhice said, ”I once saw Chen Changsheng.”
Xu Yourong answered, ”I know.”
Wang Zhice added, ”At the time, I was also prepared to go and see you and Qiushan.”
Xu Yourong asked, ”You've seen me today. Are you disappointed?”
Wang Zhice smiled and shook his head.
He did not care about Xu Yourong's rudeness from just now.
In his view, this was just a little girl getting angry after failing to collect all sorts of rouge, despite many days of hard work.
Xu Yourong's performance today was sufficiently outstanding. Disappointment was out of the question.
But he had confirmed today that Xu Yourong had grasped the supreme and emotionless Dao.