Chapter 1179 – One Sword Comes from the Heavens (2/2)
Chen Changsheng's gaze was on the small carriage standing at the edge of the crowd.
”Master, did you already predict all these things?
”Did you already make that medicine long before, but still let me constantly make Cinnabar Pills?
“And also, did you always want to kill me because of what happened tonight?”
Chen Changsheng knew that he might be thinking too much, that these conjectures might only serve to embellish the reputation of the deceased, but he still couldn't help himself.
In this way, he could more easily convince himself that his master liked him but had been compelled by more important concerns into his actions.
These questions had no answer. No one knew what Shang Xingzhou had actually been thinking.
Similarly, no one knew what Black Robe was thinking right now.
All her schemes had failed, her lifelong desires been destroyed in one night. Anyone would crumble in the face of such an onslaught.
She stood there, long since numb from despair. She even seemed to be devoid of life.
Wang Zhice walked up to her and took her hand. ”Don't be like this in the future.”
After saying this, he nodded to the Tang Old Master and Chen Changsheng, and made to take Black Robe with him out of the hall.
Black Robe's head was bowed and she was incredibly obedient. She was now a naughty child being brought home by her parents.
The Demon Hall was abnormally quiet.
Linghai Zhiwang and the others looked to Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng stood on the stone steps in deep thought.
The white paper on Xiao Zhang's face flapped, though it was hard to say if this was because of heavy breathing or something else.
Wang Po looked at his feet, his thoughts inscrutable.
The Tang Old Master's eyes were closed as if he was asleep.
A voice finally broke the silence.
”Hold on.”
Tang Thirty-Six looked at Wang Zhice and calmly asked, ”Lord Wang, what do you mean by this?”
Chen Changsheng's eyes focused.
Xiao Zhang let out a strange shout.
Wang Po raised his head.
The Tang Old Master opened his eyes.
They all looked toward Wang Zhice.
This was their stance.
”She is my wife, and… the Human race truly does owe these siblings too much.”
Wang Zhice said to the crowd, ”I've already crippled her cultivation. She will spend her future in Sangharama Temple, quietly cultivating and repenting for her sins. I will not allow her to meddle in the human world again.”
Individuals like the Tang Old Master and Wang Po could naturally tell that when Wang Zhice took Black Robe's hand, he had crippled her cultivation.
The crowd didn't know what to do. Wang Zhice's stance was clear and sincere, and he seemed to have abundant reason.
More importantly, he was Wang Zhice.
Divine General He Ming and the other generals, and even Daoist Siyuan and Archbishop An Lin, felt like this was okay.
”No.”
Xu Yourong's voice was calm and firm.
Tang Thirty-Six said, ”The ones who owe these siblings are you, Emperor Taizong, and those people in the Lingyan Pavilion, but not us. We're still very young and haven't done too many repulsive deeds. For what reason should we have to bear your mistakes?”
Zhizhi hid behind Chen Changsheng and said, ”A trickster like you with a mouth full of lies is impossible to trust. Who knows? You might let your wife go the moment you leave the city.”
Wang Zhice ignored them. He looked only at Chen Changsheng and asked, ”If you were in my position, what would you do?”
Chen Changsheng finally spoke.
”In White Emperor City, Senior Bie Yanghong asked me a question. We mentioned it a moment ago, and now that I think about it, this question is very appropriate for Sir.”
He continued, ”We've already given the answer, but Sir pretended to not see.”
Just a moment ago, Xu Yourong had been prepared to kill him and then commit suicide.
His answer was: 'If you truly feel like you owe Zhou Dufu and his sister, you should do as we did.'
The Demon Hall became even quieter, colder.
”Who can keep someone that I want to take away?”
Wang Zhice's voice was still calm, his tone still gentle, but everyone felt his pressure.
After several hundred years of wind and rain, the Tang Old Master was the only one left who had witnessed Wang Zhice's past demeanor, but who would dare underestimate him?
There was no need for any reason. His name was enough.
He was Wang Zhice.
In Mount Han, he appeared and the Demon Lord retreated. On the snowy plains, he appeared and the Demon Commander remained silent.
And this wasn't even taking into account what had happened just now.
Even if Black Robe had been heavily wounded by the Frost God Spear, even if her mind was in shambles, just who in the world could cripple Black Robe's cultivation by just taking her hand?
No one present was a match for him.
Xu Yourong was well aware that Wang Zhice had been holding something back tonight, so she had not moved.
She even believed that even if Chen Changsheng and Su Li had failed to sever the spatial path, Wang Zhice still had other methods.
Wang Zhice's strength was truly unfathomable.
It was just like he had said.
Who could keep someone that he wanted to take away?
”I want to try.”
With this declaration, Wang Po stepped forward.
Ten-some years ago, a storm engulfed Xunyang City. Wang Po then had been a world-famous expert, but he was far weaker than his current self.
The him from that time had dared to wield his blade at Zhu Luo for the sake of Su Li, who he didn't even like.
Why would he be any different now?
There had been another present in that storm of Xunyang City.
Chen Changsheng declared, ”I also want to try.”
As the words left his mouth, clear light illuminated the dark hall. Several treasures flew into the sky, exuding a sacred and powerful Qi.
Star Core, Gloom Willow, Mountain River Map, Universe Stamp, Falling Star Stone, Light Pestle.
The array of the Li Palace was formed.
The Orthodoxy's Divine Staff once more appeared in Tang Thirty-Six's hand.
”This world is formed by countless living beings. They are not cold stones that can become chess pieces or toys in your games.”
He said to Wang Zhice, ”Sir should show some more respect for all those living beings that died because of your wife.”
Crippling her cultivation and imprisoning her in a temple for the rest of her life was not enough.
The meaning of 'more respect' was: life for life.
Hugging the Frost God Spear, Xiao Zhang stepped forward.
The Tang Old Master impassively looked on.