Chapter 1119 – The Generation of Youths (1/2)
Chapter 1119 – The Generation of Youths
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Tang Thirty-Six did not leave with Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
He stood in front of the gate of the Orthodox Academy, watching as the dense crowd swiftly dispersed like a retreating tide.
Hundred Flowers Lane quickly regained its usual calm.
Su Moyu led the teachers and students back to the Orthodox Academy.
When they saw the ruins of the Maple Forest Pavilion, the toppled walls, the complete mess of the forest, and the clear evidence of the battle, the teachers and students imagined the heaven-shocking battle that had taken place not too long ago and couldn't help but be rather perturbed, feeling like all of it had just been a dream.
Of course, it was a good dream, because the Orthodox Academy currently belonged to the Li Palace's side.
Su Moyu paid no attention to the agitated moods of the teachers and students, nor was he in a rush to begin arranging repairs. He was more concerned with another matter.
”Is everything okay?”
He stared into Tang Thirty-Six's eyes and said, ”I noticed that his eyes were really red.”
He was naturally referring to Chen Changsheng here. Su Moyu was worried that his wounds might have been too heavy.
Tang Thirty-Six threw up his hands in speechlessness as he thought, how could I tell you that Chen Changsheng and His Majesty were crying on each other's shoulders?
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In a quiet hall, water gurgled into a pool. A ladle aimlessly drifted on the surface like an unmanned ferry.
Wang Zhice took his gaze away from the pool and out of the hall.
The sun had not gone down yet, so he could clearly make out the surroundings in its light, but he did not see Daoist Wu.
A hint of white appeared between the heavens and earth, pure and holy, like both snow and a lotus. This was Xu Yourong.
She stood in front of the door to the Great Hall of Light, her head tilted as she peered inside, her appearance very cute.
Linghai Zhiwang and the others accompanied her, silent and prepared to fight.
Several years ago, a similar sight had taken place.
Chen Changsheng had just returned from Mount Han with a severely wounded body and was speaking with the Pope in that quiet hall.
At the time, Xu Yourong had been ready at any time to fight.
It was clear today that she was also prepared to fight at any moment.
Even if the one sitting across from Chen Changsheng today was Wang Zhice.
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In the Orthodox Academy, when Chen Changsheng seemed about to fall to Shang Xingzhou's sword, Xu Yourong was compelled to move, but she was blocked by Wang Zhice.
But Wang Zhice had deeply admired her response at the time. If he was not mistaken, she had used the Divine Finger of the Worldstream.
”What I admire most is that she actually did not devote all her time and energy to Big Brother's blade style. You are the same.”
Wang Zhice spoke with heartfelt sincerity.
Because he was well aware of how terrifying the Halving Blade Style was.
It was not merely because he and Zhou Dufu were sworn brothers, a matter that the entire continent knew and had already been recorded in the history books.
Did Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong not know? Of course they knew.
In that year, while he and Wang Po were walking along the Luo River, he had displayed Zhou Dufu's blade intent. Wang Po had used this to break through and slay Tie Shu with a single slash of his blade.
The Halving Blade Style was currently in his and Xu Yourong's hands.
In possessing the Halving Blade Style, they could continue Zhou Dufu's legacy, possibly becoming the second supreme expert beneath the starry sky!
How could any normal cultivator resist this temptation?
They would undoubtedly spend every day diligently cultivating that blade style, spending all their time and life upon it.
But Chen Changsheng did not do this, nor did Xu Yourong. Other than when they studied it together in the Mausoleum of Books, they never again arranged to meet solely for the purpose of cultivating the Halving Blade Style. It was something they even often forgot.
”The Halving Blade Style is too fierce. It feels a little uncomfortable.”
This was the explanation that Chen Changsheng gave to Wang Zhice.
He thought some more and added, ”And besides, we have our own Dao, and it's also quite excellent.”
The composure with which this answer had been delivered originated from self-confidence.
This was what Wang Zhice admired the most, and also what confused him the most.
From the Mausoleum of Books to the Sword Pool to the Garden of Zhou, all these lucky encounters had failed to effect any change on Chen Changsheng's mind.
Who could treat the Heavenly Tome Monoliths like stone pearls and casually wear them on their wrist?
He and Xu Yourong were so young, but where did their self-confidence come from that they could treat the world so calmly and leisurely?
”This world is ours, and it is also yours, but in the end, it will be yours.”
Wang Zhice looked at him and said, ”I originally believed that all of you were still young and could wait until we grew old, that there was no need for you to take such risks.”
Chen Changsheng understood that he was explaining why he had accepted Shang Xingzhou's invitation to appear in the capital.
He didn't know what to say.
Because the person giving the explanation was called Wang Zhice.
This fact was truly liable to make one feel frustrated and helpless.
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Xu Yourong turned around to peer at those black eaves deep amongst the palace halls.
Upon confirming that the conversation in the hall was proceeding very smoothly, she would naturally not break through the stone wall and ignite her Phoenix flames. Linghai Zhiwang and the others had also dispersed.
For her to hear Wang Zhice's words at this moment was naturally because Wang Zhice wanted her to hear them.
These words caused her brows to rise like flames prepared to burn the heavens.
A silhouette of a person was reflected in her eyes.
”It looks to me that your will to fight has still not completely vanished.”