1018 The Way To Negotiate With The World II (1/2)
Looking at thousands of huge ships on the lake and the navy which were unmatched after the navy of Great Tang was destroyed, Chu Yuxian turned extremely pale. Hearing the sound, Chenqi walked out of the cabin and soon looked serious.
He did not expect that the South Jin could regain its stability within such a short period of time after Liu Yiqing killed its young emperor and the Sword Garret relocated. The Great Tang had well prepared for the coming war, and it seemed that the Divine Halls of West-Hill was unwilling to lag behind.
A resonant bugle call resounded through the sky above the navy of South Jin. The fleet gradually dispersed, and the lake water hit the solid sides of the ships, making a loud noise. A huge ship slowly drove to Chu Youxian and Chenqi but still kept a distance of hundreds of zhang, stirring up countless snow-like waves and alarming hundreds of waterfowls.
Hundreds of cavalrymen stood on the deck holding the horses, which looked majestic. These cavalrymen were dressed in black armor with golden runes. They were the most powerful Papal Cavalryman of the Divine Halls.
Chu Yuxian was curious why those horses were not afraid of the wind and waves, while Chenqi was more concerned about a person among the cavalry.
Even if that person was hundreds of zhang away, he could still clearly see the face of that person, not because his eyesight was extremely good, but because that person wanted to be seen by him.
It was a manservant in cyan, whose tender features were filled with unquestionable arrogance, and his innocent look was full of the cruelty of regarding human life as dirt. The manservant was tender but arrogant, innocent but cruel, which seemed paradoxical, but actually it made sense. It was because it was only natural for a tender person to be arrogant, and for an innocent person to be cruel.
This manservant in cyan stood between the lake and the autumn rain, fitting in the environment perfectly.
Chenqi had never met him before, but guessed who he was while looking at his features and sensing the feeling. He was Hengmu Liren, the most generous gift Haotian had left for the human world.
”I am curious about Ning Que's message for the Divine Halls. Can you tell me now?” asked Hengmu Liren sincerely while staring at Chenqi and Chu Youxian.
Chu Yuxian was a little nervous, for he felt he might disappear at any moment while facing the youngest Knowing Destiny Zenith cultivator of the Divine Halls.
Chenqi was quite calm and shook his head.
Hengmu Liren frowned slightly, revealing his displeasure. The lake around the huge ship seemed to sense his emotions and swayed with fear.
Although the lake swayed gently, a field of reeds nearby suddenly turned into powder, blown away by the wind and then rushed into the lake by the rain.
Chu Yuxian felt that his throat was very dry, like it was about to burn.
Chenqi still looked calm, but his hands that were behind his back began to tremble slightly. He knew Hengmu Liren was powerful, but didn't expect that he was powerful to such an extent.
If Ning Que had left Chang'an, would he be able to defeat Hengmu Liren?
All of a sudden, Hengmu Liren laughed happily, like a child. Looking at Chu Youxian and Chenqi, he said with a smile, ”Do not worry. I won't kill you, so you don't have to be so scared.” Even though he was smiling, it gave the impression that he was scorning Chu Youxian and Chenqi and viewing them as ants.
Chenqi did not like the feeling and replied, ”Everyone will die eventually.”
Hengmu Liren shook his head and said, ”I just live here for the moment, and I will return to the Divine Kingdom after finishing my business.”
Chenqi had to use most of his strength to pass his voice to the huge ship hundreds of zhang away, but Hengmu Liren's whispers were like thunder falling on the lake.
The wind blew through the surface of the lake. Chu Youxian got goosebumps, not because he was shocked by the thunder-like voice of the young powerful cultivator, but because he was disgusted by what Hengmu Liren had just said.
Chenqi suddenly said, ”I remembered something Mr. Thirteen once said.”
Hearing this, Hengmu Liren became serious. He leaned forward slightly and asked respectfully, ”What does he want to say to me?”
Chenqi retold, ”All of you will die.”
Not just him, but all of his subordinates will die with him.
Even Hengmu Liren was not qualified to be pointed out specifically by Ning Que, so the subject of his threatening included Hengmu, Long Qing, He Mingchi, the masters of the clans in Qinghe Prefecture and the enemies on the grassland.
Hengmu Liren frowned and said, ”Everyone will die eventually, but I won't.”
Chenqi responded, ”He said that all of you will die, so you will. Even if you were to flee to the Divine Kingdom, you will die anyway, because he will chase you to the Divine Kingdom and kill you.”
Those who deserved to die would definitely die.
Even though you go to the Divine Kingdom and acquire immortality, or go to the nether world and become a ghost, I will kill you more than once. Ning Que had a lot to say to the world, including what Chenqi had just said.
Hearing this, Hengmu Liren laughed and said, ”He doesn't dare to go out of Chang'an now, just forget about the Divine Kingdom.”
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After landing, Chu Youxian was still terrified and kept blaming Chenqi for retelling what Ning Que said. He was worried they would end up dying in a way that was worse than those reeds if Hengmu was really pissed off.
”He enjoys a distinguished position in the Divine Halls. He won't kill us since he said so in front of the navy of South Jin.”
Chenqi said, ”The most important thing is that we are safe before passing the message of Mr. Thirteen to the Divine Halls, for the Divine Halls wants the message badly.”
”But don't you notice the look on his face? People who appear to be innocent are often lunatics. What if he goes crazy?” Chu Youxian kept nagging.
Chenqi was thinking about something else. ”Hengmu led the army of South Jin northward, and soon would take over the affairs of Qinghe Prefecture. Then where would Long Qing go?”
As the former Divine Son of the West-Hill, Prince Long Qing had an extremely high position in the eyes of the Taoist followers. But as time went by, his glory had been taken away by Ning Que and Hengmu Liren. Chenqi knew that Ning Que valued Long Qing much more than valuing Hengmu Liren, and he trusted Ning Que's judgment. So it was not good news that such an important person suddenly disappeared.
Chu Yuxian answered, ”The information from the Tianshu Institute said that the prince took a team of cavalrymen to the Song Kingdom, trying to kill Ye Su.”
Chenqi said, ”It's highly unlikely that Ye Su traveled that fast with thousands of followers of New Stream. Why haven't Long Qing caught up yet?”
Chu Yuxian replied, ”I don't even understand why Ye Su did not go to Chang'an, but risked his life to go to the Song Kingdom.”
Chenqi said, ”As Mr. Thirteen said, Ye Su is the man who can really change the history. How can we judge him with common sense?”
The two continued to move forward, and the autumn rain that kept falling gradually became frost and then turned into snow, gradually dyeing the roads in the South Jin into white.
When they finally arrived at the West-Hill Divine Kingdom, it was already the early winter. Wind and snow swept the land which was blessed by the god and rarely saw any snow in the past, making it extremely cold. In these years, the human world became colder and colder, but nobody knew the reason.
On the border of the West-Hill Divine Kingdom, two red-robed divine priests and dozens of papal cavalrymen were waiting, and their faces were filled with indifference and alert, revealing no kindness or any expression.
As envoys of the Great Tang, Chu Youxian and Chenqi deserved such treatment. Actually, they were quite satisfied that these cavalrymen didn't try to burn them to ashes with their Divine Skills.
They traveled for another few days and then approached some mountains. The wind and snow finally stopped. The mountains, covering in green, looked lovely and had some majestic and grand buildings among the peaks, which should be the legendary Divine Halls.
Looking at the distance, Chu Youxian opened his lips slightly but didn't say anything. He just sighed. As an ordinary man in the world of Haotian, he was struck by seeing the Divine Halls of West-Hill with his own eyes even though he was from the Great Tang.
Chenqi acted calmer. As the brain of the Fish-Dragon Gang, he habitually observed the military defense of the West-Hill Divine Kingdom and mental conditions of these cavalrymen. But the one thing he concerned the most was the three Grand Arrays covering Peach Mountain.
He was not a cultivator, so he couldn't even see the cyan light and naturally didn't understand the horrible power of the Grand Arrays. He was just wondering that the arrays must be extremely powerful since Mr. One of the Academy couldn't break in.