793 If Heaven Cannot Accept Me (1/2)

The impassioned, loud and hot-blooded declaration suddenly turned into loud swearing. Old Master Chao cursed at the Abbey Dean and smashed his cane at the man.

Ordinary people and extraordinary people were all human beings. They would all turn into ash after death. But there was still a largedifference while they were alive. No way could the old man's cane knock down the Abbey Dean.

The people on the snowy street thought that Old Master Chao was dead, but he did not die because the Abbey Dean did not do anything. Instead, he walked past the old man calmly.

Eldest Brother faintly guessed the intention of the Abbey Dean. Haotian Taoism wanted to break into Chang'an and the hearts of the people in the city. The Abbey Dean had killed many on the streets because he wanted to break the hardest of the Tangs with his strongest means. He wanted to stomp their pride into the mud. However, since killing them could not solve the problem, he then chose to ignore them.

However, the Abbey Dean did not understand the Tangs. Old Master Chao had just skittered by the fine line separating life and death. He was not confused by the Abbey Dean's disregard, but instead, started to feel suspicious and even fearful.

It was fine even if he failed to knock down the man. There would be opportunities to do so in the future. It was fine even if he did not die; not dying was better than dying after all. Was there any reason to start feeling self-doubt? Old Master Chao leaned against his cane and cursed colorfully as he walked to the street side. His cursing was violent, and his words, filthier than the filth on the snowy ground.

The Abbey Dean frowned slightly and continued forward. He walked towards Ning Que, and closer to the Imperial Palace.

Eldest Brother said, ”This is wrong.”

The Abbey Dean replied, ”The Tang Empire might be strong, but what can you do if the Heavens want it to fall?”

In front of the Verdant Canyon.

Ye Hongyu looked at Jun Mo who was standing across her. Blood flowed down her sleeves, dripping onto the ground and mixing with the odors of the blood that had been building up over the past days.

She was very calm because she knew that Jun Mo was more seriously injured than herself. He was burning up the last of his Psyche Power and life force, inching closer to death.

She looked at Jun Mo's expressionless face and at the bloodied disciples of the Academy behind him. She thought of the terrifying fights before the Verdant Canyon over the past week. She thought of how the people before her had blocked the path of the powerful Divine Hall Coalition Army, and stopped them from entering the Southern parts of Tang Empire.

People like Jun Mo would fight hard to the very end. And even she could not help but feel moved. Traces of pity and admiration could be seen in the Divine Light inside the deepest part of her eyes.

”The Heavens want your Academy to fall. What can you do about it?”

he looked at Jun Mo and said.

Jun Mo looked up at the sky. The rain had stopped but the clouds had not fully parted yet. Only a few spots of the blue sky could be seen. It was like shattered porcelain.

Furthermore, even if the rain were to stop and the clouds were to dissipate, it was daytime now, so he would not be able to see the moon. He was only looking at his teacher before he died in that fight.

He did not answer Ye Hongyu's question directly. Instead, he said, ”Chao Xiaoshu is a good man. If there had not been any incidents back then, he would have been my Younger Brother.”

Ye Hongyu knew who Chao Xiaoshu was. However, she did not understand why Jun Mo would mention him now.

Jun Mo looked at the sky and sought for the traces left behind by the moon seven nights ago. He continued, ”However, he wanted to follow the previous Emperor, which was why he did not enter the Academy.”

”Back then, the previous Emperor wanted to clear the Royal Court, which was how the night at Spring Breeze Pavilion happened.”

Ye Hongyu knew of the incident at the Pavilion. Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que had become known to the West-Hill Divine Palace after that rainy night.

Jun Mo looked away. He then said, ”Before that night, Chao Xiaoshu negotiated with the opposition at the House of Red Sleeves. There, he said two things that later spread throughout Chang'an.”

”This was what he said.”

Jun Mo said, ”If Heaven allows, I will live. If people won't allow that, I will kill them.”

Ye Hongyu suddenly felt cold because she knew what he would say next.

Even though the world was fighting against the Tang Empire now and Haotian Taoism was at odds with the Empire, she had not expected such a question raised up by someone so calmly and with such determination in Haotian's world.

Sure enough, Jun Mo gently shook his right arm, and blood sprinkled off the wide and square iron sword.

He held the iron sword and looked at Ye Hongyu. It looked as if he was looking at the sky above her head as he said, ”I always thought that this statement wasn't appropriate. Because even if the Heavens would not allow me, I will still live.”

”And if this bloodied Heaven won't allow me to live, then... I will now allow it to live either.”

Finally, he said, ”At least, I won't let it live in peace.”

On the snowy street in Chang'an.

Eldest Brother looked at the Abbey Dean and said, ”Teacher once said that where the human heart desires to go, Heaven would allow it.”

”And should Heaven not allow it, what would you do?”

The Abbey Dean stopped and looked at the snow falling from the sky. After a moment of silence, he said thoughtfully, ”You can look up and see, when has Heaven ever spared anyone?”

There was a moment of silence. Nobody spoke because no one could answer his question.

In the face of absolute strength, courage was admired, but it was useless. In the indifferent eyes of Heaven, the desires of human beings rarely mattered.

The skinny Taoist fell silent, so did the Old Lady Chu and the injured. The dead could no longer speak, and even second uncle Chao stayed silent, though his lips had hesitated for a moment.

Finally, a voice broke the silence.

The voice was hoarse and dry. The person seemed not to have drunk water in a long while and had lost too much blood. The voice sounded rather grating.

The voice seemed weary and weak but was determined. It was grating, unlike the sound of something sharp scratching against glass, but like the sound of mirrors being broken.