The long street was completely silent. Several hundred people actually did not make a single sound.
Chen Changsheng stood in the ruins of the inn and glanced at Hua Jiefu. Previously, the archbishop of Xunyang City had warned him that an important figure from Scholartree Manor was currently traveling in the north and was highly likely to bring about a great deal of trouble.
Now it seemed that the Orthodoxy truly was the strongest power on the continent. It could even accurately detect such a secret. It was just that the archbishop had miscalculated. That person was not trouble, and besides that … Su Li was also wrong.
Chen Changsheng looked at Wang Po's back and said to Su Li, "You see, in the end, there are still people willing to help you. This world is not blindly dark and worthy of trust."
In the chilly drizzle, Wang Po stood like a lonely tree. He had forced back Liang Wangsun and Xiao Zhang, using incomparably forceful methods to hack at them until they were powerless to continue fighting. For this reason, he had also suffered heavy injuries. He coughed up blood and his voice seemed rather weak.
"Let's go," he said without turning around.
Chen Changsheng knew that these words were meant for him. He helped Su Li up from the chair and followed Wang Po. One step at a time, they walked across the rain-soaked broken beams and gravel, heading towards the street.
Su Li felt that this was rather exhausting. Most importantly, he had to be supported by Chen Changsheng, so he could not walk freely and at ease. Furthermore, he had to be watched by several hundred people. This would severely damage his legend.
"Before entering the city, I already said, don't let go of those two furry deer in a hurry, but you just wouldn't listen!"
He angrily complained to Chen Changsheng, "I don't care, hurry up and find me a mount."
Chen Changsheng felt very helpless. He thought to himself, where would he find a mount at this time? He said, "Wait until we leave the city."
Su Li pointed at the Red Cloud Qilin that Xue He was leading on the other end of the street. "This beast isn't bad, it can fly."
Chen Changsheng thought to himself, the entire continent knows that it's not bad, but the problem is that it's not yours, nor is it mine. It's the mount of a Divine General of the Great Zhou that wants to kill you. If you don't hurry up and leave Xunyang City, what's the point of doing this?
Su Li looked at the expression on his face and forced himself to say, "If it really doesn't work, the imperial carriage of the Liang Household is also fine."
Chen Chang Sheng was silent. He thought that he was wrong. He shouldn't have walked back when they were at the Snow Ridge Hot Spring. While the two were talking, Wang Po was quietly waiting in front of them. He seemed very patient. Suddenly, he turned around and walked towards the crowd. He stopped in front of a cultivator and extended his right hand – that cultivator was leading a yellow horse.
The sound of hoofbeats could be heard as Wang Po led the horse back and handed the reins over to Chen Chang Sheng. He then turned around and continued walking towards the other end of the street while carrying the blade. Looking at his back, Chen Chang Sheng was slightly startled. He didn't expect him to be such an interesting person.
He looked like a shabby bookkeeper, but a wonderful bookkeeper.
"Wang Po is a very interesting person. When he was working as an accountant in Wenshui City, I had a very good opinion of him, but … his eyebrows aren't good, too shabby, too distressed."
Su Li rode on the yellow horse, his mood much better. He was in the mood to chat and reminisce about the past. He pointed at Wang Po and said, "If he was a little more handsome, I would definitely have treated him a little better back then."
Wang Po should have heard these words. His steps paused for a moment, then he continued forward, trampling through the rainwater on the street. Just at this moment, the rain falling from the sky also gradually stopped. The distant sky revealed a dark blue color.
Many people had come to attend this banquet in Xunyang City. There were Painted Armor Xiao Zhang, Liang Wangsun, and other people on the Proclamation of Liberation, as well as many other powers. At this moment, the banquet was about to come to an end, but there were still many people that were unwilling to leave.
These people had a blood feud with Su Li, an old grudge that could not be resolved.
Wang Po's blade could force back Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun, but it could not intimidate the hearts of people. Since these people had come to kill Su Li, they had already placed their lives on the line. They were not even afraid of death, so they naturally would not be afraid of Wang Po.
The gray stones on the street had been soaked by the rain, turning into countless black inkstones. Many people stood on the sides of the street.
Wang Po held his blade in front while Chen Changsheng held the reins in the back. The clattering was the sound of rain dripping from the eaves, the sound of blood dripping, and also the sound of the beating of hearts.
The gazes of the crowd were very complex: reverence, fear, anger, and unwillingness.
The expression on Wang Po's face did not change in the slightest. Chen Changsheng looked at his feet. Su Li still looked at the sky, extremely undisciplined. In the eyes of his enemies, he naturally seemed especially repulsive.
Someone finally could not hold it in any longer. Rushing into the street, he yelled, "Su Li, hand over your life!"
Chen Changsheng remained silent, his left hand already gripping the hilt of his sword. Su Li continued to look at the sky, not caring in the slightest.
On their journey south from the snowy plains, on their return journey of tens of thousands of li, the two had already encountered far too many attacks. Now, there was one more person in the group returning south, going from two to three, so they had even less to worry about.
The sharp and steady saber intent pierced through the air. With a muffled sound, that person did not even have the time to sweep to the center of the street before he was sent flying back. He crashed heavily against the wall and fainted amidst the smoke and dust.
Another person arrived and was once again sent flying by the metal blade. The long street of Xunyang City was filled with flying figures, spurting blood, muffled cries of misery, and howls of pain and despair.
Wang Po raised his blade and walked at the very front. He only raised his blade and seemed to casually strike, but not a single person was able to get past his blade and approach Su Li, whether that person was an initial level Star Condensation expert of the north or a genius of some sect.
From start to finish, he did not use the edge of his blade, so no one died.
On both sides of the long street were cultivators who had fallen to the ground and found it hard to get back up.
He truly was the strongest expert on the Proclamation of Liberation.
Unless a Saint personally came or the Storms of the Eight Directions appeared, who could stop Wang Po of Tianliang?
Chen Changsheng still tightly gripped the hilt of his sword, silent and vigilant.
His gaze did not stop on Wang Po's body, nor did it fall on that unpredictable blade, even though he was keenly aware that this was a very rare opportunity to learn. Instead, it always fell on those places on the side of the street that were very easy to miss.
Broken walls, drooping eaves, injured cultivators, and a cursing youth.
He was about to leave Xunyang City, but it was also the most dangerous moment.
He had never forgotten that assassin that had always been hiding in the darkness.
That assassin that had already silently followed him and Su Li for several thousand li, that third assassin in the world with a terrifying patience.
That assassin with an extremely ordinary name: Liu Qing.
He felt that Liu Qing would strike.
Wang Po had already come. If Liu Qing did not take advantage of the final moments of chaos in Xunyang City to strike, once they left Xunyang City, it was highly likely that Liu Qing would never find another opportunity to strike. In the end, just like Su Li, he would fall into the most awkward of situations.
The walls of Xunyang City gradually approached. Once they turned the corner, they could see the tightly shut city gate.
Just at this moment, Liang Wangsun said something.
From the moment they had left the inn, Liang Wangsun had followed them.
He was already powerless to strike, but he was not willing to leave.
He wanted to see if Su Li could still survive, wanted to see if the heavens would open their eyes.
He said to Wang Po, "Although the world is vast, there is no place that Su Li can take shelter in. Where can you take him?"
Wang Po stopped.
The yellow buckskin horse stopped.
Wang Po turned to him and said, "I will send him back to Mount Li."
Chen Changsheng had brought Su Li for tens of thousands of li.
Then, he would also bring Su Li for tens of thousands of li, so what if he walked back to Mount Li?
"But … even if you send him back to Mount Li, what meaning would there be?"
An indifferent voice came from the other side of the street.
Chen Changsheng thought to himself, yes, if Mount Li really did change, what could Su Li do even if he returned to Mount Li?
Could it be that the world is so vast that it really can't contain him?
Then, he suddenly became alert and turned to the source of the voice.
Who was talking?
Wang Po's expression became extremely solemn, solemn and speechless.
He was very vigilant, countless times more vigilant than when he was facing Xiao Zhang and Liang Wangsun together.
Seeing that person slowly appear from the corner of the street, Chen Changsheng felt his body grow very cold.
It can't be.
He silently thought to himself.
Suddenly, he was incomparably angry.
A story should not have this sort of ending.
A feast that ate people, why should it end according to the wishes of the host?
Anger originated from helplessness.
At this moment, Chen Changsheng felt very helpless, because he had truly lost all hope.
Whether it was when he faced Xue He or Liang Hongzhuang in the wilderness, or when he saw the Liang Household's imperial carriage in the inn, he had never felt despair. Even when he faced Xiao Zhang's spear and couldn't even raise his sword, he still did not feel despair.
Because he was still alive. Su Li was still alive. He believed that there were assuredly people in this world who would come and help them.
He had shouted those four words to the bright and beautiful spring light of Xunyang City, and there would definitely be an echo.
As expected, Wang Po had come.
He had braved the wind and treaded the rain to come.
But now, this person … had actually also come.
Even the brightest and most beautiful spring light would eventually dissipate.
The echo that could not be forgotten would also dissipate.
Even if there were still people willing to help them, what use would it be?
Right now, who could help them?
… …
… …
A middle-aged man appeared from the corner of the street.
This person's long hair draped over his shoulders, but one could faintly make out many traces of snow within.
It was so much so that it was impossible to tell just how many years he had lived, how many years he had cultivated.
Several decades, or several centuries?
This person was very tall, very thin.
This person had an extraordinary bearing, incomparably confident and at ease, because he was the leader of a noble clan.
This person had a very cold expression, because he was the Sect Master of the Emotion-Severing Sect.
As he gazed at Wang Po and Chen Changsheng, he possessed a tyrannical and condescending aura.
Even as he gazed at Su Li, he made no attempt to conceal his confidence and arrogance.
His name shook the eight directions, obscured by the wind and rain.
The people who had come were precisely the Storms of the Eight Directions.
Zhu Luo.
He was the strongest expert of the continent.
He was the god of the cultivation world.
The long street of Xunyang City was quiet, and then countless voices rose up.
Several hundred cultivators all prostrated.
Liang Wangsun clasped his hands and bowed.
The white paper on Xiao Zhang's face moved.
Wang Po did not move, did not bow, only calmly gazed across from him.
Chen Changsheng also did not bow. He had forgotten to bow.
Su Li sat on his horse, looking down from above.
He looked at Zhu Luo and said, "You old fellows finally couldn't hold it in any longer."
Zhu Luo replied, "It's just that I can't bear to personally kill you, so I don't want to meet you."
Su Li was quiet for a while, then sighed, "It seems that my view back then really was not wrong."
Zhu Luo asked, "What view?"
Su Li looked at him and seriously said, "You're all bastards … old bastards."
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(Quitting smoking has really had too great of an effect on my writing. I've always been working hard, getting better and better.)
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