The mountains were quiet.
The disciples of South Stream Temple looked at each other, not knowing what to say, especially Ye Xiaolian and the other girls.
Those disciples who had never interacted with Chen Changsheng before were actually much calmer.
In their view, the Pope was the most revered person in the world, possessing a dignified and imposing bearing. What did a few rebukes to their martial grandaunts count for?
Ye Xiaolian and the others knew that Chen Changsheng had always had a calm and gentle personality, so why was he so unyielding today?
Could it really be that his position had changed him? Or was it the power of time?
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It had nothing to do with position or time.
Tang Thirty-Six and Hu Thirty-Two were well aware that Chen Changsheng had not been like this yesterday, so they couldn't help but be startled. Just what happened on the summit?
The warning at the stone wall of Holy Maiden Peak and the Prince of Xiang's seemingly casual words were the root cause of Chen Changsheng's change in attitude.
Moreover, the actions of these three martial grandaunts had already surpassed his level of acceptance. Whether it was their attitude toward the disciples of the temple or their forceful closing of the temple that might alarm the secluded Xu Yourong — the latter might even have been deliberate on their part!
"Let the matter of closing the temple be dropped. Everything can be discussed after the Holy Maiden comes out."
He looked at Huai Ren and said, "Whether it's out of malice or kindness, this matter won't do."
It didn't matter how high one's seniority was, how great one's prestige was, how the one in charge of the temple was one's disciple, how one could persuade them with emotion, move them with reason, and force them with the Dao.
It didn't matter that the Imperial Court was fully assisting, that the venerable master of the Daoist was personally planning, and that countless people wanted to see that scene play out.
If he said no, then this matter wouldn't do, even if it did.
Because he was the Pope.
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"Wait for the Holy Maiden to come out?"
"Then when can she come out?"
"Ten years? Twenty years? Or fifty years? "
"What if she never comes out?"
"What if she dies?"
A sharp voice suddenly came from the mountain.
At the start, everyone believed that the owner of the voice was asking a question, but later on, they realized that this was not the case.
This voice was filled with hatred and malice. It was not really an answer, but a bone-chilling curse.
This person was cursing Xu Yourong to never come out of seclusion, or even die!
Huai Ren and the other Daoist nuns couldn't help but slightly change their expressions, let alone the disciples of South Stream Temple.
Clang, clang, clang, clang! Countless sounds rang out as the cold swords were unsheathed one after another. The Sword Will filled the air above the plateau, and they aimed at the mountain path vigilantly and angrily.
Countless gazes followed these sword intents and looked over.
Two figures gradually appeared at the point where the mountain path connected to the mountain peak.
A middle-aged scholar and a Daoist nun.
Many people stood up in shock at the sight of these two. The Prince of Xiang slightly arched his brows, glanced at the Divine General at his side, and then slowly stood up.
There were very few people on this continent who had the right to have the Prince of Xiang rise to greet them, but this middle-aged scholar and this Daoist nun were among them.
Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi of the Storms of the Eight Directions.
News of their identities was quickly spread amongst the thousand plus cultivators on the plateau.
The crowd stood up like a tide and saluted one after another. Then, many bewilderment arose in their hearts.
Why had these two experts of the continent suddenly appeared here?
Many sects knew that Wuqiong Bi had an old grudge with Chen Changsheng and the Orthodox Academy, but why would she use such a venomous tone to curse Xu Yourong? Even if she was as ruthless and crude as the rumors said, just what sort of person was Bie Yanghong? How could he make his wife lose her composure?
Could it be that something had happened recently that caused the old grudge between the two sides to not be resolved, and now there was a new grudge?
Under countless gazes, Wuqiong Bi walked to the center of the plateau.
She used a venomous and cold gaze to look around, ultimately settling on Chen Changsheng.
"What of that Demon Princess? You hid her in the Garden of Zhou? "
Many people in the cultivation world knew that the Garden of Zhou was in Chen Changsheng's hands, but the majority believed that he had only obtained the key to the Garden of Zhou.
That Demon Princess Nanke was at Chen Changsheng's side was also an open secret.
But even the most arrogant and greedy person would not dare to think about seizing the Garden of Zhou from Chen Changsheng's hands.
Even the most inflexible and hot-blooded person would not dare to expose this matter in front of everyone and question Chen Changsheng's virtue.
Because Chen Changsheng was the Pope.
Moreover, although it was not his original intention, his reputation continued to rise after the Cinnabar Pill incident.
In the northern frontier, he was already the embodiment of love and sacrificial spirit in the hearts of many believers, causing them to revere and revere him.
Even in the south, because of Su Li's relationship with Wang Po, the people felt that he was more worthy of trust than the previous Pope.
Today, Wuqiong Bi had suddenly exposed these two matters. What did she want to do?
The plateau was abnormally quiet.
Wuqiong Bi stared into Chen Changsheng's eyes and said, "That Demon Princess once killed many human experts. Your Holiness the Pope, what do you mean by taking her in?
Very early on, Chen Changsheng knew that he would face this sort of question, so he had mentally prepared himself. He said, "In the battle of the snowy mountains, in order to help me escape, Nanke suffered an injury to her sea of consciousness. Her mind is currently not clear. At the time, I promised to treat her illness. Once she is cured, I will naturally drive her away, and when we meet again, we will naturally be enemies."
"Once she is cured? What if her illness can never be cured? What if she is still an idiot until she dies? "
Wuqiong Bi's words were still as vicious as ever, brimming with curses.
No matter how calm Chen Changsheng's temperament was, he couldn't help but slightly raise his brows. Just what has happened to make this person feel somewhat insane?
"You're not willing to hand over Nanke, but you should at least hand over that wretched Black Dragon, right?"
Wuqiong Bi stared into his eyes, a hint of a smile on her lips, but her expression was also sorrowful. Her smile was like crying, a very unsightly sight.
Her smile gradually faded as she expressionlessly said, "I want to peel off her skin, pull out her tendons, cut off her flesh piece by piece, either raw or boiled into soup. I want to eat it all and drink it all. I don't want to leave a single piece, not a single drop. I want to even chew up the plate of meat and the soup bowl and swallow it all.
Her voice was so cold that it seemed to come from the cold air rising from the abyss behind Xuelao City.
Her words were venomous to the extreme, callous to the extreme. They echoed over the plateau like gusts of cold wind, making everyone shiver in fear.
At this point, even the slowest person could guess at Wuqiong Bi's monstrous hatred for Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng was quiet for a while, saying nothing. He turned to Bie Yanghong and asked, "Sir Bie, just what has happened?"
The coup of the Mausoleum of Books had caused the deaths of many experts of the continent, and the Storms of the Eight Directions had wandered and withered away. Even if the Prince of Xiang, the Mount Li Sword Sect Master, and Wang Po were included, they would not be able to make up the numbers. Of these people, Bie Yanghong's reputation had never fallen and he was deeply respected, a stark contrast to his wife, Wuqiong Bi.
The Tianhai Divine Empress had greatly admired Bie Yanghong, and Chen Changsheng had been willing to trust him.
Bie Yanghong said nothing, not answering him.
"What has happened?"
Wuqiong Bi gloomily yelled at Chen Changsheng, "Your Holiness the Pope, you had that evil dragon kill my son, and you still have the face to ask me what has happened!"
These words instantly caused countless cries of alarm to rise from the plateau, and it was impossible to calm down.
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