991 Someone Lifted The Curtain (1/2)

It was sizzling in Linkang in the heat of summer. A sedan came from outside the city and move slowly on the street. Liu Yiqing sat in the sedan with his eyes closed and his expression of indifference.

There were sparkles everywhere in the city. It lightened up the night and made it charming.

Liu Yiqing was blind. He could not see the sparkles but he did feel the heat, and could hear the constant cursing and screaming.

It was different from the golden flowers and rain that fell onto the ground in the spring breeze when Haotian left the human world. Neither was it like the tens of thousands of lanterns during the Spring Offering. It was flaming and killing.

The city in the darkness was like a black ocean. Dazzling flames were floating on the ocean. Linkang was not captured yet. But it had already fallen.

Pious followers of Haotian broke into the houses of followers of the New Stream and resorted to violence. Many families of the New Stream had left Linkang City in the last few months. The fanatical followers of Haotian could find no other outlets for their anger. Therefore they chose to set fire to the houses of the sinners who stayed.

People were dying and screaming. The killers and victims were both people of the South Jin. But who would care when they were executing under the name of their faith?

Liu Yiqing remained emotionless in his sedan. His eyes were closed as if he was falling asleep because of the swinging sedan.

Four ordinary servants were carrying his sedan. They were not the disciples of the Sword Garret. No one from the Sword Garret was by his side. They were neither in Linkang nor in the Sword Garret, but on their way.

Chen Pipi and all the disciples of the Sword Garret had escorted thousands of followers of the New Stream to the north. According to their plan, they should be near to the border of Song by now and getting closer to the Tang.

Liu Yiqing was all by himself tonight. He was a powerful cultivator at the stage of Knowing Destiny. Although he could not change the fate of Linkang, he was ready to face his destiny.

The screaming and killing gradually faded behind his sedan. The closer they got to the imperial city, the quieter it became. None of Haotian's followers were making troubles in this area and no houses were set on fire. The streets were in the darkness.

Along the dark streets, he heard countless rapid breaths and clas.h.i.+ng of weapons and armors. Those sounds meant danger.

Liu Yiqing heard them clearly. Yet he did not do anything or become alert because he knew those who could not hide themselves from him would never dare to attack.

Although the South Jin was the second most powerful kingdom in the world in terms of military force, no one dared to attack him. Ever since his sedan entered the city from the west until they almost arrived at the imperial city, not a single soldier dared to stop him.

It was because he was the brother of Liu Bai, the Sage of Sword. And he was the current leader of the Sword Garret and had killed the previous emperor of South Jin by himself. He had been the symbol of spirit and courage of the South Jin for years.

The imperial city was enveloped in darkness. Not even a single ray of light could be seen. It was extremely dark and deadly quiet.

The sedan stopped. Liu Yiqing slightly lifted his head and looked at the closed gate. Although he could see nothing, it seemed like his gaze was going beyond the white cloth on his eyes and about to cut the gate open.

He lifted his right hand from his knee and placed it on the hilt of his sword.

The four servants carrying the sedan were terrified and ran into the darkness.

Liu Yiqing knew clearly that the real danger, or his final destiny lied inside this quiet imperial city.

It has been months since the giant Ark was headed for the Divine Kingdom and the spring breeze and rain that had completely changed the human world. The Divine Halls of West-Hill had ordered to exterminate the New Stream throughout the world. Everyone from the imperial family to the military and ordinary people had swung to the West-Hill. The hidden waves were roaring.

No one was able to turn the tide. If Liu Bai was still alive, he might have turned it with his unparalleled reputation in South Jin and his unimaginable level of cultivation. But he was dead.

And Liu Yiqing was just Liu Bai's brother.