When one did not see eye to eye, besides not speaking, one could also change the subject. Chen Changsheng was not good at chatting, but that did not mean that Gou Hanshi was not good at it. Moreover, he truly did have some matters that he wished to obtain an accurate answer from Chen Changsheng. "Was it really that person that entered Mount Han?"
Chen Changsheng nodded.
Gou Hanshi was quiet for a while before he could digest the shock in his heart. He sighed, "The Demon Lord personally attacked, but you were still able to survive. In the future, you will surely have good fortune."
Chen Changsheng shook his head. He was keenly aware that the Demon Lord had come to Mount Han to eat him. If he had only wanted to kill him … there was no way he could have survived.
From the house by the lake, the occasional sound of fierce quarreling could be heard, like the cry of swords.
On the balcony of the house, Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi stood side by side, their clothes fluttering in the wind.
On a distant rock, Zhong Hui quietly watched the activity in that direction. He said nothing, his thoughts inscrutable.
By the lake were many cultivators from the various sects. They were looking at the distant Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi, and some were also looking at Zhong Hui.
Seeing these scenes, seeing the youths in these scenes, whether it was the experts of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets or the elders of the various sects, they all felt very emotional.
In the last two years, many outstanding young cultivating geniuses had appeared on the continent.
Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi, those two seemingly childish fellows arguing in the house, and even Zhong Hui standing on the rock were all among them, not to mention Xu Yourong and Qiushan Jun.
At such a similar age, there were actually so many talented young geniuses. It was truly an extremely rare thing. Apart from Wang Po's generation … No, even Wang Po's generation was inferior to these young people when they were so young. If one wanted to make a comparison, perhaps one really had to go back to the magnificent great era of a thousand years ago.
It truly was an era of blooming wildflowers.
"I wonder which of these youths will be the most outstanding after so many years."
"No matter who is the most outstanding in the end, I think that we should all thank Chen Changsheng."
"Why?"
"Because that night of starlight in the Mausoleum of Books helped these youths break through that most difficult of barriers."
The chatter stopped and the scene became quiet.
The elders of the various sects and the experts of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets recalled the life-and-death situation they and their peers had when they broke through to Ethereal Opening. When they looked at these young geniuses again, their gazes became rather complex, filled with envy and even jealousy. And all of this was because of Chen Changsheng.
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The forced postponement of the Boiling Stone Summit finally began on an ordinary and unremarkable day at the end of summer. It was held in that elegant and gorgeous pavilion on the shore of the Heaven Lake, but because of the Demon Lord's appearance in Mount Han, the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive. Moreover, compared to previous years, there were far fewer famous people attending, making it somewhat boring.
Not a single one of the top ten experts of the Proclamation of Liberation was present. Perhaps they were like Painted Armor Xiao Zhang, who regarded the Grand Assembly of Boiling Stone as nothing, or perhaps they were like Liang Wangsun, who found it inconvenient to attend for some reason. The most miserable was naturally the demi-human expert Xiaode. He had been too heavily injured by the Demon Lord and had been sent back to White Emperor City a few days ago.
Fortunately, the Orthodoxy had sent out an enormous force. Besides the future Pope Chen Changsheng, there were also two Prefects, Linghai Zhiwang and Mao Qiuyu. The Holy Maiden of the south, Xu Yourong, had also personally come. This could be considered giving the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets enough face, as well as giving the cultivators that had traveled tens of thousands of li to participate in the Boiling Stone Summit a great deal of spirit.
As the host, the Elder of Heavenly Secrets sat at the very center. Xu Yourong, who had the most exalted status, sat to his right, behind layers of white gauze. Chen Changsheng sat on the opposite side. To the cultivators from the various lands, the Elder of Heavenly Secrets naturally had an exalted status and was also very mysterious. To be able to see his true appearance with their own eyes today was naturally a very precious opportunity. However, the vast majority of gazes still rested on Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
These gazes were filled with reverence, yearning, and of course, even more so with curiosity.
This was especially true for those cultivators that did not come from the capital.
The current world was extremely clear about everything about Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng.
This summer, he and she had not even reached seventeen. They were the youngest upper level Ethereal Opening cultivators in history.
Most importantly, she was the Holy Maiden of the south and he was the next Pope.
To be able to reach such a level of cultivation at such a young age and even possess such status was rarely seen in history.
They had once been engaged. If not for a few unexpected occurrences, they would have become husband and wife.
If this point was taken into account, this story would seem even more legendary.
When everyone's gazes rested on Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, the steward's voice from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets seemed to fade into the distance, replaced by countless whispers.
This young man and woman were truly far too famous.
Their story was also truly too famous.
The young Daoist entered the capital and was despised by the Divine General's estate. The marriage contract appeared at the Ivy Festival, and as the events of the world changed, the young man became the successor to the Pope. The Divine General's estate wished to renew their former fate, but they were cruelly slapped in the face and forced to break off the engagement. However, after the snowstorm on the Bridge of Helplessness, the young man and the young woman met for the first time, and the situation seemed to have changed once more … Chen Changsheng seemed to want to change his mind and marry a beautiful girl into his household, but he was coldly rejected by Xu Yourong. Thus, many people knew of the scene of the young man standing in the snow in front of the palace on a snowy night.
Twists and turns, climaxes rising one after another. If this had not happened in reality, everyone would have believed it to be a play, and the most cliché kind at that. And the most cliché was also the most brilliant, the one the masses loved to see and hear the most. Today, many people had finally seen the male and female leads of this play. How could they not be curious and excited?
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Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong did nothing. They just sat there, yet they had seized ninety percent of the attention of the crowd and taken all the glory of the gathering. But in the end, this was the Boiling Stone Summit. No matter how much the crowd wanted to stare at them, they had to temporarily shift their gazes to the black table at the end of the path.
On the table was an ancient red lacquer plate, and on the plate rested a black stone about the size of a fruit pit.
Black table, red plate, black stone.
Black and red alternated, exceptionally bright and abnormally dazzling.
Chen Changsheng's gaze rested on the black stone and found it difficult to shift away. His expression did not change, but his heart was slightly disturbed.
This was not one of those stones he had seen in the sky a few days ago, nor was it one of those stones that could be seen everywhere in the lake or between the cliffs.
Mount Han was littered with Heavenstones. This was something Xu Yourong had confirmed with him, yet this stone was clearly somewhat different from the others.
This stone was much smaller than those Heavenstones, and it had been carefully placed on the red plate, so its treatment was very different.
Crucially, he could faintly sense a familiar ripple of Qi from this small black stone.
He gazed at the nearby heavy curtains.
Xu Yourong sat behind the curtains.
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(Rushing about is hard, but also a blessing. In these past few days, I've run several thousand kilometers through the great rivers and mountains of my motherland, and I've seen many stones. In a few days, if I have the time and the energy to chat with everyone, I'll give a good report. If I don't have the time and the energy, then I'll keep it and treat it as my own life experience. In short, travelling ten thousand li is truly a wonderful thing.)
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