Chapter 320 (1/2)

Chapter 320: Calling for Love in the North of the Wilderness

The tent was deadly silent. The young man looked at the hunting knife on the ground silently. His face was clear of any emotions. After a long while, he seemed to have recalled something, and a dim brightness returned to his eyes.

He propped himself up with difficulty and looked at the Desolate Man father and son. He allowed his usual strict and sacred expression to return to his face and said seriously, ”So, ambus.h.i.+ng someone isn't very interesting after all.”

He said the ludicrous statement seriously and sternly. His tone was like how it had been for the past ten years. It was calm and warm, coupled with pride and indifference from being of a high status.

However, he was no longer the beautiful G.o.d-like creature of the West-Hill, but a filthy vagabond. The look was dissonant and ridiculous on his face.

The Desolate Man father and son found him funny, but did not laugh. The Desolate Man boy picked up the hunting knife from the ground and walked up to him, wanting to cut off his head like how he would cut off the head of a wild beast in the Snow Mountain.

The n.o.ble young man who had ended up in the Wilderness finally felt death looming upon him when he saw the nearing hunting knife. It was the same feeling he had when he felt that arrow impaling him on the snow cliff.

He was no stranger to this feeling. He had spent the first half of his life before a fire pit and had watched the fear and grief of numerous prisoners in the prison. It was just that he had never a.s.sociated the emotion with himself.

The young man from the Central Plains was not afraid of death. At least, he thought that he wasn't. But he did not want to die at the hands of a boy from the Desolate Man tribe. This death was too ludicrous and not befitting of his station.

He did not die, because the father had stopped his son.

The father shook his head at the son and lectured, ”Since we Desolate Man have saved him, there is no reason why we should kill him. Furthermore, it is obvious that this young man from the Central Plains is brain damaged. It is not auspicious to kill a lunatic.”

The Desolate Man boy asked, ”What shall we do? We can't keep a lunatic around.”

The Desolate Man father explained, ”Since he wants to kill us, we can't keep him around anymore. Let's throw him out to fend for himself. Yama will decide his fate. This would be fair.”

It was extremely cold in the tent with the whistling wind. The young man was severely injured and was on the verge of dying. He would die within moments without the warmth of the tent and bonfire.

The Desolate Man father knew this very well. But no matter how compa.s.sionate the Desolate Man were, they were not dumb. The father brought the young man out like how one would carry chickens, and tossed him into a pile of snow.

The young man, was Prince Long Qing.

He had been shot by Ning Que's Primordial Thirteen Arrow when he was on the verge of breaking the Knowing Destiny State on that snow cliff of the Tianqi Mountains. He had almost died from it, but what was even more serious, was that it had destroyed his cultivation states and confidence. History had proven that there were dire consequences if one was disturbed by anything when breaking the realm. They would experience a backlash from the Qi of Heaven and Earth.

Ning Que's Primordial Thirteen Arrows were no ordinary objects or evil. Their impact on Prince Long Qing was not just the backlash from the Qi of Heaven and Earth. The single arrow had resulted in him not being able to cultivate for the rest of his life. In simpler terms, he had become a pile of useless firewood from a cultivation powerhouse about to enter the Knowing Destiny State.

There were people who were alive, but already dead. They lived in a despair that was worse than death.

Prince Long Qing who was on the snow cliff that day had been someone like that. When the Tao Addict had pulled him back from the edge of death, he had fallen from the snow cliff like a zombie and made his way to the northern Wilderness woodenly.

The reason for his heading to the north was because the dark night was longer there. Prince Long Qing felt that the light of Haotian had abandoned him, and chose to die in the dark. This way, he wouldn't dirty the eyes of Haotian.

It was freezing cold and snow fell from above. He felt that he would become a corpse in the snow any minute now. However, it could be due to the pure aura that Ye Hongyu had infused into him, or the pill from the Zhishou Abbey, but he did not fall. Instead, he walked in pain for many days before losing consciousness in the valleys.

He would have become a corpse in the snow of the northern Tianqi Mountain foot should nothing have happened. The pure aura in his body would dissipate and the effects of the pill would fade. n.o.body would discover his death even a thousand years later when the ice melts to reveal the frozen body. Would anyone remember a man called Prince Long Qing who had existed thousands of years ago?

Prince Long Qing felt just as lost after being rescued by the Desolate Man father and son. However, his thought on seeking death had faded. Anyone who had experienced a struggle between life and death would feel a stronger attraction to the human realm.