In Xunyang City, there were only two factions that had the qualifications, or the confidence, to directly oppose Zhu Luo: Xue He and the Great Zhou Northern Army, and Hua Jiefu and the branch of the Orthodoxy. From Zhu Luo's actions, the Li Palace's stance was extremely clear. Now that the Divine Empress had agreed to Su Li's death, Su Li truly did deserve to die, but … Zhexiu was still imprisoned in Zhou Prison. Mo Yu found it somewhat impossible to ascertain just what the Empress thought of Chen Changsheng. In the end, she could not hold back and voiced the doubt in her heart. "If Chen Changsheng insists on protecting Su Li, then what should we do?"
The Divine Empress calmly replied, "Don't forget what kind of person Zhu Luo is."
Of the Four Families of Tianliang, the Liang Household had endured silently for a thousand years. In that great chaos ten-some years ago, Su Li's sword had stolen away all of its boldness. Although Liang Wangsun was very outstanding, it was no longer possible for him to recreate the Liang Household's former magnificence. The Wang clan was half in ruins, and its old garden had long since been reduced to ruins. Even a person like Wang Po had been forced to flee to the south. Only Zhu Luo had a good relationship with the old Imperial clan, and his relationship with Mei Lisha was even more intimate. For him to attack Su Li in Xunyang City, it was obvious that it was the Li Palace's will, so he naturally would not let Chen Changsheng die.
As for whether or not there would be an accident? The Storms of the Eight Directions were transcendental experts. After Su Li was heavily injured, Zhu Luo was the sole, supreme existence in Xunyang City. He had complete control over the situation, so how could he let an accident happen? Mo Yu understood everything and finally relaxed. Looking at the Empress's dazzling and beautiful face, she thought to herself, then what about you?
Do you want Chen Changsheng to live, or do you want him to die?
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… …
Some people died to kill, like Liang Xiaoxiao. Some people went to die to save, like Chen Changsheng and Wang Po.
There were also some people that were striving to revive themselves, so that they could live.
That person was Qiushan Jun.
When the clue to the Garden of Zhou appeared on the continent, as the world's publicly acknowledged number one Ethereal Opening cultivator, Qiushan Jun accepted the arrangements of the Five Saints and entered some place. Under the confrontation of several demon experts of the same level, he seized the key to the Garden of Zhou. For the sake of this matter, he had disappeared for many days, missing the Grand Examination and viewing the monoliths in the Mausoleum of Books. He also did not know that the Mount Li Sword Sect and the Qiushan clan had decided to go to the capital to propose for him. Moreover, he had been heavily injured, and it had been difficult for him to recover. But all of this was worth it, because the Garden of Zhou had fallen into the hands of humans, because when he was in desperate straits, he erupted with unprecedented energy, and because the blood of the true dragon had awakened once more, allowing him to successfully break into Star Condensation in one go. Just like before, he had once again shocked the entire world.
Who could compare to Qiu Shan Jun? Chen Changsheng had obtained first place upon the First Banner in the Grand Examination and had attracted a night of starlight in the Mausoleum of Books. Together with Xu You Rong, he had become the youngest upper level Ethereal Opening cultivator in history, but he still could not catch up to him. Some clergy of Li Palace and people like Tang Thirty Six had a different view on this. From their point of view, Chen Chang Sheng was still young and had only cultivated for a little more than a year. To have such progress, it was only a matter of time before he caught up to Qiu Shan Jun. They even thought that comparing Qiu Shan Jun to Chen Chang Sheng was like bullying the weak.
But in reality, Qiu Shan Jun was actually not even twenty years old. He was even younger than Gou Hanshi by a year. It was just that his blood of the true dragon and his talent in cultivation were far too shocking. His style of conduct was far too perfect. He had become famous too early, so many people, whether they were Chen Chang Sheng's supporters or his admirers, had all forgotten about this matter.
To possess a Star Domain before the age of twenty, just what sort of concept was this? This was a legend. As long as he could calmly and courageously live and cultivate like he had in the past twenty years, it was extremely likely that he would become the second Su Li. No, in the view of countless people, he was even more steady and trustworthy than Su Li. The human world needed someone like him even more!
But first, Qiu Shan Jun had to come back to life.
Black Robe had shaken the rainbow that had traversed tens of thousands of li, causing the injuries in his body to become even more severe. Afterwards, in order to stabilize the rainbow, in order to quickly reopen the Garden of Zhou and bring out the human cultivators within, Qiu Shan Jun disregarded his heavy injuries and endlessly poured true essence and the Qi of his blood into the rainbow day and night. When the gate to the Garden of Zhou finally reopened, his mind slightly relaxed. He could no longer endure, so he closed his eyes on the prayer mat and fell into a deep sleep.
He was not truly unconscious, but in the entirety of Mount Li, only he knew the secret technique of the path of the sword — Sword Rest.
When Martial Granduncle Su Li had passed on sword styles to him for a month, the first thing he had taught him was Sword Rest. On the surface, Sword Rest seemed like a coma, but the difference was that the person who entered the state of Sword Rest could still hear the sounds of the outside world. It was just that because all the true essence and essence blood had to be used to suppress and repair the injuries and cleanse the Dao heart, there was no more. Not even a single drop of essence blood could be used to maintain movement. Even moving a finger would directly cause the injuries to completely explode. In other words, the current Qiu Shan Jun was like a blind youth paralyzed in bed.
The reason why Qiu Shan Jun had so resolutely poured all his essence blood into the rainbow was because he was worried about his fellow cultivators in the Garden of Zhou, worried about his junior sister Xu Yourong. It was also because he was very clear that although this would cause his injuries to become extremely severe, as long as he could maintain the state of Sword Rest for forty-nine days, he should be able to heal the injuries in his body.
Right now, many days had already passed.
There were still several days until he woke up from the state of Sword Rest.
He wanted to wake up ahead of time. Even if he was heavily injured, he still wanted to wake up.
Because starting from many days ago, many voices had been constantly transmitted into his ears.
There were cries of alarm, voices of concern, voices of discussion, and then there were cries of alarm.
Third Junior Brother … was dead? Liang Xiaoxiao … was dead? Qiu Shan Jun's Dao heart felt like it had suffered a heavy blow. His grief was at its peak, and at the same time, his rage was at its peak. Who was it, who dared to kill a fellow disciple of my Mount Li! Dared to kill a person of my Seven Laws! Dared to kill my … junior brother!
But he could do nothing. He could only listen to the Sect Master's trembling voice as well as the whispers that gradually faded into the distance. In the dark world of Sword Rest, Qiu Shan Jun gradually regained his calm. He vaguely sensed that there was something wrong with the situation.
After a few days, Junior Brother Qi Jian was carried back and carried into the Sect Master's dwelling, placed on the bed across from him.
At the moment, on the highest peak of Mount Li, two unconscious disciples were lying on the ground.
Who had done this? Just what had happened in the Garden of Zhou? Qiu Shan Jun calmly, even callously, pondered. He was like a sword resting in its sheath, ready to reveal its edge at any time.
With his eyes closed, he heard many names.
Zhexiu, Zhuang Huanyu … Chen Changsheng.
Was it like this?
So it was like this.
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