Watching the girl disappear into the dark forest, Ye Xiaolian tilted her head and thought for a while. In the end, she could not suppress the question in her heart and softly asked, "Just who does Senior Xu like?"
Senior Tong looked at her and asked with a smile, "If it were you, what would you choose?"
"If it were in the past, I would obviously choose Senior Qiushan, but now …" Ye Xiaolian very seriously said, and then for some reason, she felt very sad.
Chen Changsheng did not know what sort of impact his existence had on this little girl's outlook on life and love. He and Zhexiu were still walking through the forest in the darkness, searching for cultivators who had been injured in battle and treating their wounds. In this process, he did not display anything special, but Zhexiu still realized that when he encountered an injured person who had been treated by Xu Yourong, Chen Changsheng would clearly stay a little longer, and he would clearly be much more attentive when treating them. Similarly, that girl was also walking through the darkness, searching for people to treat. Similarly, for some reason, whenever she saw an injured person that Chen Changsheng had treated, she would feel especially uneasy and would stay longer.
The Garden of Zhou in the darkness was very quiet. There were no stars in the night sky, but the little bonfires on the ground diluted the monotony. The young man and girl walked back and forth between the stars. Whether it was intentionally avoiding each other or the arrangement of fate, they met many injured people that had been treated by each other, but they did not meet even once.
They were in different places, doing different things. They did not see each other, but they knew who the other was. The bandages on the injured person's legs, the residual true essence in their meridians, and the divine Qi at the edges of their wounds were like letters or simple notes, conveying some sort of message, telling each other what they had done, vaguely competing with each other in a fit of pique.
Similarly, for some reason.
In the middle of the night, Chen Changsheng returned to the riverside as promised. Looking at the sleeping master of Clear Stream Monastery, he confirmed that she had been here before. After a moment of silence, he faintly felt some admiration. He had no way of treating those internal injuries. He could only let the injured endure and slowly recover. It truly was not as effective as her methods.
It was just that tonight, he had already treated twenty-some patients. She had probably treated quite a few as well, perhaps even a little more. Whether it was the Orthodoxy's Sacred Light technique or the methods of Holy Maiden Peak, they all consumed a great deal of true essence. If she continued to treat them without regard for her strength, would she still be able to endure?
When human cultivators entered the Garden of Zhou to seize treasures, according to the rules set down by the Saints, they were willing to stop at nothing. Therefore, even if it was only the first day, there had already been many battles. The cruel battles brought about bitter consequences. The failure of the gray threads made those injuries seem even more frightening. Fortunately, Chen Chang Sheng and her, as well as the women from the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green, had continuously treated several dozen people. At the very least, no one had died up until now. There were no deaths, so the atmosphere between the cultivators was relatively calm. Otherwise, the hatred would not be resolved, especially in the context of the confrontation between the north and south. No one knew if chaos would break out.
The first night after entering the Garden of Zhou slowly passed in a slightly tense and silent atmosphere.
The morning light shone on the grassland and the mountain range.
The morning in the Garden of Zhou was no different from the morning in the outside world. The rising sun was also no different from the setting sun. The mountain range that extended into the grassland, under the warm red light, was like a giant dragon proudly raising its head.
This was the legendary Sunset Valley.
At the peak of Sunset Valley, an old man faced the morning sun and was currently playing the zither. The sound of the zither sobbed, as if he was paying homage to something.
Behind the zither-playing old man was a little girl around ten years old. She was currently hugging her knees and staring blankly at the new morning sun.
She was truly in a daze. There was no emotion in her indifferent face, making her look rather pitiful. However, what was strange was that no matter how gentle the morning sun's light was, it would still be dazzling. However, she just stared with her eyes wide open. Let alone a stinging or sore reaction, she did not even narrow her eyes.
"Chen Chang Sheng's medical skills are superb, and Xu You Rong's even more so. Moreover, their reactions were too timely. Last night, the Garden of Zhou actually did not fall into chaos."
The zither-playing old man walked in front of her and said in a harmonious voice, "Milord, Little Wolf and Chen Chang Sheng are together. Let's kill them first."
The old man's words were said very lightly, as if if he said that he wanted to kill Chen Chang Sheng and Zhexiu together, then he would definitely be able to kill them.
Only those at Ethereal Opening could enter the Garden of Zhou. If that was the case, then no matter how strong this old man was, he was only at the peak of Ethereal Opening, while Chen Chang Sheng was already at the upper level of Ethereal Opening. Although Zhexiu was only at the initial level of Ethereal Opening, his strange bloodline talent and battle prowess tempered in the snowy plains were definitely far beyond this. Just where did his confidence come from?
The little girl continued to hug her knees and stared blankly at the warm red morning sun. She did not reply to the zither-playing old man's words.
No reply meant that she did not approve, but silence never meant agreement. When the milord did things, he was always very direct. The zither-playing old man understood this very well. He advised, "According to the Military Advisor's plan, we should take advantage of the internal strife of the human cultivators in the Garden of Zhou last night to kill them. If the Garden of Zhou is not in chaos, then we should act according to the plan."
The little girl's expression was indifferent, and her gaze even seemed somewhat lifeless. She stared at the morning sun and said, "I want to kill her."
The zither-playing old man knew who the milord spoke of was. The milord had risked his precious body to enter the Garden of Zhou precisely to kill that human girl. He continued to advise, "Xu You Rong is not an ordinary person …"
He almost said the four words that the little girl hated to hear the most. He could not help but feel some lingering fear. After calming himself down, he continued, "... even if she continuously used the Sacred Light technique last night and consumed a lot of her true essence, she is still not easy to kill. According to the Military Advisor's plans, we should first kill the others, then work together to kill Xu. Only then will there be no accidents. "
Hearing the two words "Military Advisor", the little girl fell silent for a while. After a while, she still shook her head and repeated, "I want to kill her."
She wanted to kill Xu You Rong. She wanted to kill Xu You Rong. She only wanted to kill Xu You Rong. The other human cultivators, in her eyes, were all trash. How could they be worth even a glance?
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As he awoke to the sound of water, Chen Changsheng felt a wave of soreness in his body. Last night, in order to save people, he had run at least several hundred li. Even though his body was now incomparably valiant, he still found it somewhat difficult to endure. Most importantly, he felt a sense of mental exhaustion. It constantly assaulted him like a tide and was truly somewhat difficult to bear.
The morning light was already shining brightly. It had actually long since passed five o'clock.
Chen Changsheng got up and walked to the riverside. He cupped some slightly cold water and washed his face, somewhat clearing his mind. Taking the dry rations that Zhexiu handed over, he began to silently eat.
Last night, there were cultivators that were either injured or alone. Following his orders, they had gathered by the riverside. Now that those people had awoken, the scene immediately became rather lively.
Chen Changsheng finished his dry rations and drank some water. He then sat for a while, dispelling his mental and physical exhaustion. Only then did he stand up.
The sword wound on Senior Tong's shoulder had been treated by him last night and was now basically healed. The master of the Clear Void Monastery had also recovered somewhat. Although he still could not walk on his own, his life should not be in any danger. The other cultivators had either suffered heavy or light injuries, but they were all alright. After a night of rest, they should be able to endure until they returned to the garden near the gate.
Chen Changsheng walked up to Senior Tong and softly explained the arrangements for today.
Senior Tong nodded her head.
Chen Changsheng wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, he still could not restrain himself and asked, "She … last night, did she come over and say anything about me? Or did she leave a message for me? "
Senior Tong thought about the angry words she had said to herself last night by the riverside and could not help but laugh. She said, "She did not specifically leave a message."
For some reason, Chen Changsheng felt somewhat relaxed and somewhat disappointed.
Just at this moment, a cry of alarm suddenly came from the forest by the riverside.
Chen Changsheng, Zhexiu, and ten-some other cultivators rushed over upon hearing the cry, quickly arriving at the place where it had come from.
They saw an expert of the Heavenly Bestowal Sect standing in the forest, his face deathly pale. At his feet was a middle-aged man with a deathly pale face, no longer breathing.
Dead.
Someone had died.
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"What's going on here?"
"Could it be that Sect Master Fei did not manage to hold on?"
"Could it be that someone entered the forest last night and took advantage of Sect Master Fei's injuries to kill him?"
The forest resounded with the angry and somewhat panicked voices of the crowd. As cultivators that walked the world, even if the people present were not used to seeing death, at least death would not bring too much of a mental blow. However, the closing of the Garden of Zhou had already cast a shadow over everyone's hearts. Moreover, the middle-aged man who had died was the Sect Master of the Heavenly Bestowal Sect. The Heavenly Bestowal Sect was an unknown small sect of the southern sects, but the status of the Sect Master was still there. Moreover … last night, the Sect Master surnamed Fei had not been heavily injured. With his cultivation at the middle level of Ethereal Opening, he should have been able to easily endure it. How could he have died so silently?
Chen Changsheng walked up to the dead Sect Master Fei and squatted down. He took the gloves that Zhexiu handed over and put them on. He opened the dead man's eyes, then looked at his nose and mouth. Using a copper needle, he pierced it into the back of the neck, took it out, and observed it for a while under the sunlight. His expression gradually became serious, and he said, "It's poison."
Hearing his words, the crowd immediately became even more nervous. Who had used poison? That person was actually able to hide from so many people and stealthily enter the forest to poison Sect Master Fei to death. Didn't that mean that as long as that person wanted to, they could poison anyone present at any time? Most importantly, why did that person want to poison Sect Master Fei to death?
"It must be someone from the Shaman Sect." A southern cultivator hatefully said, "Yesterday, when I entered the garden, I saw a few Shamans. I don't know what the Li Palace and Holy Maiden Peak are thinking. They actually let these monsters that like to use witchcraft and poison into the Garden of Zhou."
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, "Although it really was grass poison, the poison did not seem to be from the plants of the south."
"Then who do you think poisoned him?"
The expert from the Heavenly Bestowal Sect, because of his sorrow and anger, actually ignored Chen Changsheng's status and stared at him and loudly rebuked, "Last night, Senior said that you didn't need to treat him, but you insisted on treating him. You even had us come here, but in the end, he died. Who knows if you did something while treating him!"
Hearing these words, the forest suddenly quieted down.
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(See you tomorrow.)
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