Free Web NovelThe more noble, the more prominent, and the more respected a person is, the more severe the prejudice and doubt they face when a blemish or misconduct appears.
People will say, “I knew they were like this all along; they just couldn’t keep up the act anymore, could they?”
They will say, “The problems that have come to light are already so terrifying; I don’t even dare to imagine what they’ve done behind the scenes.”
They will also say, “Hah! I will never trust these hypocrites again!”
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When the flawless “God” finally made a mistake, and the idol was toppled, the ones who smashed it most fiercely were often once the most devout believers.
The farce in the marketplace caused Guersuwan and Silush’s image as eminent monks to largely collapse.
Although, due to their past good deeds and accumulated popularity, the crowd gathered in the marketplace did not make any extreme moves, as they walked through the crowd, they had the illusion of condemned prisoners parading through the streets.
Those gazes filled with doubt, disgust, and fear were like rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs thrown at their heads.
Faced with this situation, the calm and steady Guersuwan was fine, but Silush, who was raised by wolves from a young age, still had his wild nature and an unstable mind, almost lost control of his emotions. If Guersuwan hadn't stopped him, he would have likely gone wild on the spot, biting off the necks of those two fakes to vent his anger. freewebnøvel.coɱ
When Guersuwan and Silush returned to Chawan Temple, Hong Bian had already learned about what happened in the marketplace, but when he saw Silush’s dejected appearance, he couldn’t help but sigh and gently shake his head.
“There’s no need to take this to heart; the clear will be clear,” Hong Bian said, stepping forward and smiling as he ruffled Silush’s short hair.
“But...” Silush looked up at Hong Bian and said indignantly, “Silush doesn’t understand. Have those onlookers, those pointing fingers, forgotten who walks through the city every night, helping them drive away evil spirits?”
Guersuwan opened his mouth, wanting to say something to Silush, but saw Hong Bian shake his head at him, then continued to say to Silush, “Everyone was just blinded. This is not their fault, nor is it your fault, but the fault of those who blinded everyone.”
“...” Silush was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, “Silush understands. I will find those two and make them confront me face to face.”
Hong Bian shook his head again, “Silush, you won’t find them. Even if you do, today’s events will repeat themselves...”
He spoke halfway, seeing that Silush still looked unconvinced, so he waved his hand at Silush, then turned to Guersuwan and said, “Guersuwan, take Silush to rest first! In about half a day, Que Pi Jia’s vanguard will arrive. You two should rest up well.”
“As for those two Miss Shen, I, your master, will personally go to see them!”
“As you command, Master.” Guersuwan clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and then pulled Silush towards the depths of Chawan Temple.
Watching Guersuwan and Silush pass through the vibrant front courtyard, Hong Bian withdrew his gaze and stepped out of Chawan Temple. The moment he stepped out of the # Nоvеlight # main gate, his figure disappeared, as if he had merged into the brilliant afternoon sunlight...
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The wind howled.
Two figures dressed in coarse cloth rose and fell between the scattered buildings, like two birds, soaring rapidly forward.
After the chaos in the marketplace, she had somewhat lost trust in Disaster, but after leaving the marketplace, Disaster led her all the way towards the southern city wall. Watching the surrounding scenery change, she felt that Disaster’s claim of “wanting to be a quiet bystander” gained a bit more credibility.
Daimu Courtyard is located in the northwest corner of Yumen Pass, and the market connecting Songfu Inn and Daimu Courtyard is in the northern part of the city gate. According to Nanling Commander’s plan, both places are within the scope of evacuation and temporary resettlement of the common people, about seven or eight kilometers away from the south, where Shaman King’s army is pressing down.
And these seven or eight kilometers do not include the large and small villages attached to Yumen Pass outside the towering city wall. If those villages are included, it can even extend for a long distance into the Gobi Desert.
Although at this moment, various shops in the market where Daimu Courtyard and Songfu Inn are located are still operating normally, and traffic is as usual, as Xia Lianqing and Dragon Tang completed the evacuation, the further south they went, the sparser the population in the city became.
At first, they could still see some hurried pedestrians on the streets, heading home or northwest. After walking about four or five kilometers, passing a Longxiang Army Armored Soldier’s secret outpost converted from a residential house, there were almost no pedestrians on the street.
After walking for a while longer, looking around, all they saw were empty streets. The residential houses and scattered shops on both sides of the street were all tightly shut, and the wind carried various debris, swirling around on the street.
They could only detect through Spiritual Energy that in some deep mansions, there were still a small number of people stubbornly refusing to leave.
As they were about to reach the southern city wall, perhaps it was an illusion, but even the daylight seemed to dim slightly as they continued to advance.
The oppressive feeling brought by the approaching army in the air grew stronger, like an invisible large hand gripping their throats. Every time they advanced a certain distance south, it tightened a bit, and then tightened again as they went further south, until they suffocated...
Finally, when Lu Yibei and Shen Baiwei stopped at a deserted, simple hut near the southern city wall, Lu Yibei had her last conversation with Shen Baiwei.
“If you have no objections, shall we stay here for now?”
Shen Baiwei looked around and shook her head, “No objections.”
As long as Disaster didn't interfere with the past like just now, staying in an inn or a thatched hut made little difference to her.
“That’s good! Also, with your Spiritual Energy level, when they start fighting, hiding and not being discovered should be no problem, right? We agreed to just watch quietly. If we are discovered and accidentally get involved, it will be troublesome.”
“Mm.” Shen Baiwei nodded.
She looked at Lu Yibei with some confusion, always feeling that something was wrong with Disaster at this moment, as if she were an old person who had already glimpsed the end of life and was calmly waiting to die.
Seeing Shen Baiwei nod in agreement, Lu Yibei said, “Alright, then I’ll go rest first. Make yourself at home.”
With that, she walked into the hut alone and found a rattan chair to sit on in front of the hut’s door.
Looking out, her view was framed by the dirty wooden door into a square shape, like a huge painting. In this painting, figures in black armor moved about on the city wall several hundred meters away.
The dry wind blew, mixing with the sounds of weapons and armor clashing, and seemingly also the faint hum of bowstrings tightening...
The “cutscene” is about to begin!
Let me see what kind of plot Chawan Temple and the dear Prince have written! Lu Yibei thought.
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On the other side.
Lord Bing gazed at the sky with a solemn expression.
The boundless crimson stirred by Shaman King and the golden light agitated by First Generation Miracle Saint continuously collided in the sky, like two brilliant and massive celestial bodies showing off their vast energies. And amidst this, a white light shot up into the sky, heading straight for First Generation Miracle Saint.
That white light was so sharp, like a keen sword, and the humming sound it emitted even momentarily surpassed the loud roars unleashed by Shaman King and First Generation Miracle Saint in their mutual attacks.
And the person who unleashed that white light was Bai Kai.
Yes, even after starting over, Bai Kai still disregarded Lord Bing’s dissuasion and charged at First Generation Miracle Saint with his sword, like an out-of-control mad dog, determined to tear off a piece of “flesh” from Him and seize the control of Divine Kingdom Jade Gate that He possessed.
“Foolish!”
Finally, Lord Bing couldn’t help but comment on Bai Kai’s reckless action.
“Utterly foolish! A man of his age, why is he still so hot-headed like a young person? Does he not know how to write the word ‘death’?”
He knew that although he had temporarily boosted Bai Kai’s Spiritual Energy level to Calamity grade by fusing the characteristics of the Spirit Mark, Bai Kai was not a true Calamity grade. No matter how strong his combat power was for a moment, he couldn’t compare to the monstrous existences of Shaman King and First Generation Miracle Saint.
It was like a lamp, no matter how bright and dazzling it was, even if its light surpassed the stars in the sky, it was ultimately not a star. Compared to a star, that so-called brightness was merely a fleeting moment.
Lord Bing had thought of forcefully stopping Bai Kai, but he simply couldn’t.
Bai Kai’s speed was too fast. In terms of speed alone, apart from Black Emperor who could directly transform into lightning, he could even be considered the fastest in Night Watch. How could he stop him?
“...”
Gazing at the white light that was getting closer and closer to First Generation Miracle Saint, Lord Bing fell silent again for a long time, then let out a long sigh, gripped the Feng Chan Wolf Smoke in his hand, and then, as if having made some decision, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he silently activated his Spirit Mark.
Faint drumbeats and suona sounds rose, intertwining into a “Battle Formation Song,” playing along with the surging Spiritual Energy pulsating within him, gradually becoming more intense and stirring...
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In mid-air.
As he got closer and closer to First Generation Miracle Saint, Bai Kai felt an unprecedented pressure.
Wave after wave of surging Spiritual Energy, like a rising tide, crashed upon his body. A searing pain emerged in his chest, and his bones emitted dull grinding sounds under the immense pressure, as if they could disintegrate at any moment. Capillaries continuously ruptured, and his entire skin flushed red.
Yet, his eyes never left the figure of First Generation Miracle Saint.
Silver light, as fine as hair, swirled around him, forming the outlines of tiny sword blades, each brimming with pure killing intent.
One hundred meters, fifty meters, twenty meters...
When he was less than twenty meters away from First Generation Miracle Saint, his hand fell on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
He had two swords at his waist.
One was Xuexiang, which he carried when he first left Yumen Sand Sea.
The other was Xi Yue Bai Hong, which Nanling Qifeng and the sword-nurturing technique of Yumen Sand Sea had given him when he sheepishly returned to Yumen Sand Sea because Inspector Xing Yuan had severed his path to advancing to Saint.
At this moment, just before drawing his sword against First Generation Miracle Saint, Bai Kai hesitated for a moment and softly murmured, “It’s time...”
Then, his hand gently pressed on the hilt of Xi Yue Bai Hong.
