997 A Sigh (2/2)

He continued, ”I want you to be alive, not to witness the damn big era, but to suffer and be humiliated. I want you to be tortured and sliced by thousands of blades everyday, to see the South Jian fall apart and your disciples in the Sword Garret get killed one by one. I want you to see your kingdom burn and your friends being slaughtered. I want you to regret being alive!”

Hengmu Liren watched Liu Yiqing's wounds heal and the line of blood on his neck becoming thiner and thiner. He bursted into a laughter and said, ”By then will you repent of what you've done tonight? If you were given a second chance, would you dare to disregard me again like that?” The most talented young cultivator of the West-Hill bursted into the most arrogant laughter. He sounded fanatical. His Adam's apple shivered in the condensed air. His voice was like the harsh and sharp whistling of a group of pigeons.

The people who saw the scene and heard his laughter felt chills. Many divine priests of the West-Hill felt that they were almost losing their Taoist Heart. Even Zhao Sishou showed slight disapproval.

The imperial city was in dead silence under the darkness. Only his fanatical laughter was heard. The willows along the moat shivered timidly. The broken branches in the water sunk faster to the bottom of the moat, as if they preferred to bury themselves in the sludge rather than to hear those laughter.

Liu Yiqing felt the vitality returning to his body. He heard Hengmu's words and laughter but did not feel any fear. He stayed calm. He looked at Long Qing through the white cloth and asked, ”Is that what the Divine Halls wished for?”

Long Qing said nothing.

Liu Yiqing asked again, ”A poor kid with childhood trauma?”

Long Qing still said nothing, which meant a silent agreement.

Liu Yiqing sighed and said, ”The successors of the Divine Halls are indeed declining.”

Long Qing was still quiet and gave another silent agreement. He pondered, then raised his right hand. A black peach blossom bloomed in his fingers, with a sense of extinction hidden in its petals. Only this black peach blossom could stopp Hengmu Liren's Divine Skills.

”Don't you dare to stop me!” Hengmu Liren exclaimed while his cheeks became colourless like snow. He gazed at Liu Yiqing's face and could not figure out why this dying South Jin man could still remain mentally and physically calm under such deadly strikes. He was even more clueless for why this person was distinctively sympathetic for him even at this point. What are they sympathetic for?

Long Qing said, ”Taoism needs you to advocate for glory instead of for madness.”

Hengmu Liren continued to laugh fanatically and said, ”But I feel so good now. I finally understand that only a completely crazy person like you could become a true powerful cultivator.”

The black peach blossom in Long Qing's fingers trembled in the night breeze.

”Never try to stop me.” Hengmu Liren said, ”Although you are my senior, I have no respect for you. Neither do I need to. It's my business assigned by the Divine Halls. You should stay out of my way.”

Long Qing looked at him as if he was looking at a naive and cruel kid. The kid was walking through mountains and his worn-out indigo gown was wet from the dews. He was holding a slasher and thought that he was the sun.

Long Qing sighed deep down in his heart, but he did nothing.

Right then a sigh was heard from deep in the darkness and the mountains and rivers in Linkang sighed together.