Published: March 9, 2025
Xiao Chenyu stood dazed, his expression indescribably melancholic, as if he had aged several decades in an instant. He murmured, “If I had known the heavenly demons would be like this... how could I…”
He shook his head and left abruptly, leaving behind an extremely heavy atmosphere.
Ling Mu Yang stood straight, tall like a sword, his gaze sharp and reminiscent as he softly said, “Xiao Chenyu, with this affair regarding the heavenly demons, if you still have your life, let's settle this once and for all!”
His voice was soft, but the already distant Xiao Chenyu responded immediately with a gentle sigh, saying, “Are you seeking revenge for Chunbo? Fine, I await you, waiting for that day to come.”
Xiao Chenyu was already far away.
Ye Qiuyue couldn’t help but sigh and advised, “Mu Yang, why do this? You and Chunbo are brothers; are we not your brothers? Is Xiao Erge not your brother? Why must we harm each other to this extent?!”
Ling Mu Yang remained silent, his face as pale as his white robe, cold.
Then he turned and left.
Chen Yingfeng scoffed softly, “You speak so righteously; didn’t your Ling family also send people to surround the Li family? Why pretend to be so benevolent?”
Ling Mu Yang, who had already walked out, paused without looking back, his voice growing even lower, “The Li family cannot exist; they must be disbanded. This is a consensus reached from the belief that the Li family has nine calamity. I have never denied this.”
“But, back then, everyone knew that the Li family could be gone, but Chunbo could not. Isn’t that the consensus among us?!”
“With Xiao Chenyu personally going to oversee, I thought at least Chunbo could be saved. But it was precisely after Xiao Chenyu went that it led to Chunbo’s death.”
“You, Chen Yingfeng, can say I am being hypocritical or showy. Say whatever you wish, but after this matter, I will kill you!”
“You say nothing, but I will also kill you! You and Xiao Chenyu are no longer my brothers; what talk is there of harming each other?!”
Ling Mu Yang’s figure shot like an arrow, vanishing into the night with a swoosh.
Chen Yingfeng’s face turned purple with rage, stammering, “You see… see… this rascal…”
“Mu Yang has this temper; don’t you know him?” Ye Qiuyue said with a bitter smile. “Let’s each prepare. After the battle… let’s discuss other matters once we’ve ensured our survival…”
The crowd dispersed in an uproar.
Diwu Qingrou walked at the back.
When he reached the door, he found a figure in a Ge robe standing with hands behind their back.
Zhuge Cangtian.
Clearly waiting for him.
Diwu Qingrou stopped, “Senior Zhuge?”
Zhuge Cangtian stood with his hands behind his back and said lightly, “The coalition of the seven great families is solely for the Heavenly Cauldron Grand Assembly. Such a grand action, if not properly coordinated… will surely lead to chaos.”
“I am here to discuss this matter with you.” Zhuge Cangtian pondered for a moment before continuing, “Also… before this, I apologize for any prejudice or attacks against your family. Please understand. This is the patriarch's helplessness, unrelated to anything else.”
For Zhuge Cangtian to say such words was akin to lowering his stance to seek forgiveness.
Who would have thought that for the decisive battle against the heavenly demons, a creature who had lived for ten thousand years, a family ancestor, would humble himself to request forgiveness from Diwu Qingrou, a younger generation and once a subordinate?
All for the sake of the greater picture! For the sake of the common folk!
Diwu Qingrou’s heart shook, and he replied respectfully, “Senior has spoken too highly of me. Our positions are merely different, just flaws. If we speak of right and wrong, it would be somewhat small-minded... I sincerely admire your magnanimity!”
Zhuge Cangtian sighed, “Shall we find a place to talk? We need to communicate a bit!”
“Indeed, let’s do so. Senior, please.”
One leading and one following, the leader of an ancient wise family and a newly appointed peerless strategist vanished into the night…