Tearing open the letter, delivering death to others, and then welcoming his own death, Chen Changsheng truly did not care.
Just as he had said to Eunuch Lin, he truly did not fear death, because there was nothing he could not let go of.
All the people and matters of this world were insignificant to him, because three days ago, he had suddenly realized that his existence had no meaning.
He stood at the broken threshold of the library, holding the letter as he quietly waited for that moment to arrive.
The autumn wind curled over the lake. The great banyan tree stretched its waist in the sunlight, still exuding a greenness that formed a sharp contrast with the golden leaves on the grass.
Time slowly passed, but the Orthodox Academy remained quiet.
Chen Changsheng raised his head to the academy gate, his brows slowly rising like a fallen leaf that had just been swept up by the wind.
The thunderous galloping stopped at a certain point. The dust in the distance gradually descended to the base of the academy walls, no longer moving.
The academy gate was still tightly shut, the stone walls undamaged. The fallen leaf that had fallen back into the lake had attracted the pursuit of a few fish.
It was still quiet. No one charged into the Orthodox Academy.
Neither the black-armored heavy cavalry nor the experts and assassins of the Great Zhou Army or the Department for Purging Officials hiding outside the academy walls or in the forest appeared.
Su Moyu and those teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy stood even closer, watching the academy gate.
They saw Eunuch Lin's miserable appearance and faintly guessed at what had happened in the library. They were shocked by Chen Changsheng's hidden strength, and they also understood Chen Changsheng's choice.
The Orthodox Academy had reached its most crucial moment.
After Eunuch Lin left, the Orthodox Academy's gate once more tightly shut. To their surprise, the world outside the gate suddenly grew quiet.
They were very nervous and did not relax because of the current silence. They only felt that it was very strange.
The thunderous galloping outside the gate had been real and had entered all their ears.
The piercingly cold killing intent was also real, and it chilled all of their uniforms.
The sword glows were like water, reflecting a hint of autumn.
The South Stream Temple sword array changed once more. Ye Xiaolian flew out of the array to the very front and asked Su Moyu, "Just what has happened?"
Su Mo Yu's face showed a determined expression. He walked forward and pushed open the courtyard door with both hands.
As the academy gate opened, a figure appeared before the eyes of the teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy.
Sunlight spilled into the courtyard, accompanied by two cool breezes.
It was an elder. He stood on the stone steps in front of the Orthodox Academy. His back was to them, and his two wide sleeves danced in the wind.
Su Moyu was somewhat shocked. "Principal Mao?"
Two Sleeves Mao Qiuyu, the former Principal of the Heavenly Dao Academy, was now the Archbishop of the Hall of Illustrious Persons. Students of the Six Ivies like Su Moyu were still used to calling him Principal.
Before Su Mo Yu could recover from his shock, he was once again shocked by the other figures on the field.
The archbishop had ordered Daoist Baishi, An Lin, Daoist Siyuan, and Linghai Zhiwang to stand on the stone platform in front of the Orthodox Academy.
Of the Orthodoxy's Six Prefects, five had personally come.
Soon after, Su Mo Yu saw even more familiar figures.
The current Principal of the Heavenly Dao Academy, Zhuang Zhihuan, the Archbishop of the Temple Seminary, the Unrivalled Professor of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green, and his former teacher, the Principal of the Li Palace Academy.
The row of restaurants on the other side of Hundred Flowers Lane had already been flattened by the Imperial Court's armies, but now, dust was rising from them. One could see a tide of cavalry, a dense black mass.
The Orthodox Academy was still surrounded, but it was not being surrounded.
This was because these cavalry were no longer the black-armored heavy cavalry of the Imperial Court, but the Orthodoxy cavalry directly under the Li Palace.
The sabers, spears, and divine crossbows of the Orthodoxy cavalry were all pointed outwards.
Su Moyu was very shocked. He vaguely understood that those thunderous hooves had not been the signal for the black-armored heavy cavalry to charge, but that the Orthodoxy cavalry had come to reinforce them.
He subconsciously turned his head to look at the Orthodox Academy. He saw that the autumn forest was just as quiet as before. On the walls and in the forest, he could faintly make out the figures of many priests.
In particular, there was a red-robed bishop with a high cultivation base standing around the library, separated by over 100 feet.
This array of forces was truly shocking and speechless.
This was the Li Palace unabashedly displaying its strength to the world.
Before this strength, even the Great Zhou Imperial Court had to display the corresponding respect and courtesy.
Su Moyu knew that the Orthodox Academy was safe and relaxed. Then, he felt his back become somewhat damp and cold. Only now did he realize that the moment he pushed open the gate, he had been so nervous that his entire body had been covered in sweat.
The disciples of South Stream Temple and the teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy came behind him and looked out of the courtyard. Besides shock, they all felt as if they had just survived a calamity.
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The windows and doors of the library had already been destroyed, and the air of autumn was exceptionally thick.
The Pope stood behind Chen Changsheng and said, "To cultivators, life is an extremely long process. In this process, we will encounter many difficulties, many disappointments, these are the so-called tribulations. How to face these tribulations, whether to live on with the joy of surviving a calamity, or whether to find oneself after serious reflection, this is the most important difference. I gave you three days to think, and I also gave you three days to go to the Li Palace to see me, but you did not, so I could only personally ask you just how you intend to choose. "
Chen Changsheng did not turn around, nor did he intend to answer.
The Pope understood why he had not requested reinforcements from the Li Palace in these three days. "You feel that all of us have deceived you?"
Chen Changsheng remained silent.
The Pope said, "As long as I live, I will protect you. This is my promise to Mei Lisha."
Chen Changsheng still said nothing.
The Pope walked to his side and together with him looked out the window that no longer existed, saying, "I am about to die."
When he heard these words, Chen Changsheng's gaze fell on the grass by the lake. It was covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves. Some of them glowed with a golden luster and were very beautiful, while others were gray and decaying, lifeless and lifeless.
He finally spoke.
"Martial Uncle, just what do you want me to say?"
The Pope gazed at the yellow and red forest and that rather striking green banyan tree. He indifferently said, "The past is the past, that is time. Similarly, the movement of the stars, the changes of fate, all can only move forward, so we can also only look forward. No matter what sort of harm those things have caused to you, at the very least, your illness is now cured. "
According to the thinking of a normal person, Chen Changsheng had not suffered any harm in the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, but had instead obtained the greatest benefit.
When he closed his eyes, it would be nightfall. After he died, his world would be destroyed. Of course, there was nothing more important than continuing to live, more worthy of rejoicing.
The Pope was not a normal person, he would not think this way. He only wanted to point out this point to awaken Chen Changsheng. "Mei Lisha should have calculated this point back then, so he did not refuse Senior's proposal. He believed that, compared to the deception, use, sorrow, and pain you received, you would receive a sufficient return. This is my conjecture."
Chen Changsheng said, "Sir knows that I am not Tang Tang, nor am I Wang Po. I am not skilled in accounting."
These words had a deeper meaning. The Pope faintly smiled, but did not take it. He continued, "Your blood should not be a problem in the future. Even the Empress did not dare to eat you, so naturally no one would dare to covet you, unless the Demon Lord personally acts. But right now, he can't even take care of himself, so he should not be able to threaten you."
Chen Changsheng asked, "What happened?"
The Pope replied, "There is still no definite news. We only know that Xuelao City has been sealed for three days."
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