Chapter 1162 – The Last Supper and Conversation (1/2)

Chapter 1162 – The Last Supper and Conversation

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

'So be it.' Whether or not there would be a happy conclusion, the matter before their eyes needed to be finished first.

Just like Shang Xingzhou had said, the thing right before everyone's eyes was Xuelao City.

As Xuelao City got closer and closer, the distance between Chen Changsheng and that small carriage got smaller and smaller. It was now only ten-some li away, and he could clearly see the person inside.

It was parked on the slope of another small mountain. There was a dried-up tree on this slope, and several jackdaws were perched on it. Their eyes weren't red, so they probably had never eaten human flesh.

The small carriage was parked under the tree. The young Daoist boy was crouched on the ground, digging at something.

Chen Changsheng suddenly said, ”I think the White Crane tricked you.”

Xu Yourong's arms were around her waist and she was wearing a simple dress. She turned her head and asked, ”Tricked me about what?”

After some hesitation, Chen Changsheng said, ”I wasn't that pretty when I was little.”

Xu Yourong faintly smiled. ”Jealous?”

Chen Changsheng gazed at the distant mountain slope and softly grunted.

Xu Yourong replied, ”Probably only your senior brother and that person know what you looked like when you were little. When you get the chance, you should ask.”

The chance came sooner than he expected.

One evening, Shang Xingzhou sent a message asking Chen Changsheng to come over.

The master and disciple ate several papayas personally roasted by the young Daoist boy, serving as their last supper. And then, they began a conversation.

At the start of this conversation, they did not discuss Xuelao City which was right in front of them, or the urgent matter of the capital, and they certainly did not wax nostalgic about their life in Xining Village's old temple.

The style of this conversation was very like Shang Xingzhou's attitude to the world, and was also a little similar to Chen Changsheng's path of the sword: forthright and concealing behind it a deep contempt.

”The White Emperor once said that no one on this continent would trust me. This is where I am inferior to you.”

Shang Xingzhou added, ”But that is because all of you are young, with limitless possibilities, and I am already old.”

A logical connection did not seem to exist between the two statements.

Chen Changsheng quietly listened.

”When death, this greatest fear of all, is right before one's eyes, anyone would find it difficult to escape.”

Shang Xingzhou continued, ”In this aspect, I am far inferior to you. I am very anxious, so there were several matters in the last few years that I acted on with undue haste.”

Chen Changsheng was sure that he had understood.

It turned out that some other things had been concealed behind the contempt.

This counted as an explanation and could even be counted as an apology, but to put matters simply, these were things that Shang Xingzhou could never say straight out.

This was how elders were.

Chen Changsheng suddenly felt rather sad and no longer wished to continue this topic.

”I feel like something is off about this matter.”

Shang Xingzhou was completely unconcerned about the rebellion in the capital, and Chen Changsheng was also not terribly concerned. What truly required his concern was still Xuelao City.

The demons had lost too quickly.

It was not merely the master and disciple who thought this. This was a view shared by every level of society.

In the initial plan, the Human race had prepared to fight for three years, perhaps even longer, but they ended up finishing the war in half a year.

This made Chen Changsheng feel uneasy.

”Black Robe might be up to something, but she will never succeed. Those accustomed to being enigmatic simply have no understanding of true strategy. In the end, they will die in the mouse hole of their enigmas. Three hundred years ago, if not for Wang Zhice, I and your martial uncle would have already killed her. She's not even worth mentioning.”

Shang Xingzhou had an extremely harsh evaluation of that most renowned Demon Military Advisor. It was not merely because he had the right to evaluate her strategy and mystery, but because he and Black Robe had quietly been exchanging blows for centuries and had grown extremely familiar with each other.

He took out a porcelain bottle and gave it to Chen Changsheng. ”This medicine's effect is no worse than the Cinnabar Pill's, but its recipe is simple. The primary ingredient is the fire of the ancestral spirits beneath White Emperor City.”

Chen Changsheng momentarily froze at these words. Opening the bottle and sniffing, he somewhat uncertainly asked, ”The Golden Cash Fur from the Monastery of Eternal Spring?”

Shang Xingzhou affirmed, ”Correct.”

Confused, Chen Changsheng said, ”At the time, I really had planned on using this herb to control the strength of the medicine, but…”