C144 (1/2)

”Grandpa Xing, Grandpa Jiao said that you're not allowed to sing that woman. Are you talking about the song you taught us? Who is that woman? ”

Xing Qian smiled and shook his head in the face of A'Mu's doubt. He didn't answer, but when A'Mu saw that his questions were futile, he glared at Xing Gan. He pouted, pouting as he ran forward.

In front of him was a middle-aged man who was similarly handsome. When he saw Xing Gan, the corner of his mouth curved into a smile, but he couldn't hide the deep look of exhaustion and worry in his eyes.

”Uncle Xing, you're here!”

”Why are you looking for me so urgently?”

The man frowned and let out a sigh. He looked worriedly at Ah Mu and said, ”The fourth Celestial Demon Battle is about to begin.”

Xing Qian frowned, his expression turning serious. ”Why is it so hasty this time?”

The man shook his head. ”I don't know. This time, the clan head is probably talking about this matter.” After a moment of hesitation, he asked, ”Uncle Xing, what do you think we should do?”

Xing Qian shook his head helplessly. ”I don't know either. Just one step.”

The man instantly grew anxious. ”Uncle Xing, don't tell me you want to see our clansmen die on the battlefield one by one?” There aren't many of us in the Tree Spirit race to begin with. After a single battle, just how many will be left? The last time was Qing Er, this time … I'm going to stop the Clan Chief! If we can't make peace with the Immortal Demon, we must at least protect our Tribe from the flames of war! ”

Xing Qian immediately put a hand on the man's shoulder to stop him from moving forward. You should know the Clan Chief's personality. He was someone who experienced the second and third Celestial Demon Wars. Since you're speaking empty words, how could he possibly agree with you? ”

”Do we really have to watch our own people die one by one?”

Xing Qian shook his head, a hint of hesitation flashing through his eyes, but it only lasted for a moment before growing resolute. ”I'm prepared to agree to his request!”

”Agree to his request … ”Then aren't you …”

”But, I have no choice. You have already lost your wife, I don't want any of you to lose your children or loved ones. If I give up my life, I can save everyone, then I would rather die a thousand times! Do you remember our faith? ”

”Bai Yi …”

Xing Qian sighed. ”She lost her own blood and saved everyone's lives. Then why can't I bleed everyone else to save even more people?”

Pain flashed across the man's eyes as he whispered, ”If you do this, what will the children think? You have taught them so much for so many years, and if you do this, aren't you afraid that they will think that they have misjudged you, and lose the one and only thing that you have given them? ”

”So …” Xing Qian paused, looking at the man firmly. ”And you!” ”You will continue to teach them in my place. For nothing else but your dead wife …”

”Hu …”

Xing Qian and the man simultaneously lifted their heads to look at the giant tree at the top of the mountain. Their expressions were complicated as they shook their heads and walked toward the peak of the mountain. Behind them, the innocent Ah Mu brother scratched his head, unable to understand what his father and Grandfather Xing were talking about.

The peak of the mountain was not very high, and there was nothing special about it. The only sign that could be seen was that huge tree with a radius of several meters.

However, he had never seen such a tall and white poplar before. At the moment, the tree was packed with people, young and old, all of them looking confused. Perhaps some of them had already guessed what was going on, but there was an extra look of worry on their faces.

By the time Xing Qian and the man arrived, the patriarch, Grandpa Jiao, was already slowly standing on top of a huge rock several meters high beneath the tree. He raised his wooden staff and the noisy crowd quieted down, waiting for the patriarch to speak.

”Last night, I received news about the rise of the Monster race!”

When the crowd heard this, a commotion broke out. Xing Qian and the man looked at each other, bitterness filling their eyes. The matter they were most worried about had happened.

”Quiet!” The staff struck the ground, causing a strong wind to blow. Those who were close to the staff involuntarily took a few steps back. The originally crowded crowd immediately became even more upset.

”Everyone should have already guessed what it is, right? I, Jiao Xiang, as the elder, am one of the 12 leaders, and also your clan leader. This time, I will definitely lead you all in a brilliant war, and contribute my best to the rise of our Demon Clan! ”

”Is … Is this battle to be fought …”

It was unknown who's weak voice sounded from within the crowd, but in this quiet environment, everyone could hear it clearly. These words expressed a kind of hesitation, a kind of cowardice, and even more so a withdrawal from the rise of the demon race.

Jiao Xiang's expression changed as he shouted, ”Who said that?”

The surroundings were deathly silent. Seeing his expression, no one dared to admit it. Jiao Xiang was so angry that his entire body trembled. The joints of his hands that tightly gripped the wooden staff turned white, but no one made a sound.

I know that he is not a person who said those words out of anger. Rather, after he said those words, no one actually refuted him. What does this mean? It meant that no matter how important it was, everyone avoided war.