Bie Yanghong said nothing, but his calm expression explained everything.
Everything was possible.
Xuanyuan Po suddenly felt a little cold. He stood up and said, "I want to see the tribe leader."
Bie Yanghong replied, "Even if you tell him your conjecture, it's meaningless."
Xuanyuan Po somewhat anxiously asked, "Then why hasn't anyone come?"
"Neither the venerable Daoist nor Wang Po will come, because no one can be sure that this is not a trap."
Bie Yanghong gazed at the dull crystal powder on the floor and the tilting wooden pagoda. After a pause, he continued, "In the eyes of everyone, my wife and I are already dead, so the Human race can no longer endure the fall of an expert of the Divine Domain. This would completely overturn the structure of the continent."
Xuanyuan Po thought this over, then said, "Tomorrow, I will strive to kill him."
Wuqiong Bi leaned against the wall, clutching her severed arm as she resentfully said, "With just you?"
Xuanyuan Po had already learned to ignore her. Looking at Bie Yanghong, he continued, "And I believe that someone will come to help me."
Bie Yanghong understood what he meant. If it really was as he guessed, there were assuredly many people and important personages of the Demi-human race who, like Xuanyuan Po, would vehemently oppose this.
In truth, he had already basically confirmed the truth of the matter, because he and Wuqiong Bi had been heavily injured precisely because Madam Mu had joined hands with the demons.
Since he could not understand, he would wait until it happened. Xuanyuan Po walked out of the room and began to prepare dinner.
As she smelled the vegetable oil and eggplant coming from outside, Wuqiong Bi revealed an expression of extreme disgust.
Besides the braised eggplant, Xuanyuan Po had also cooked half a pot of green onion tofu and steamed a large bowl of rice. The most delicious of all was naturally the ten-some pieces of cured meat steamed atop the rice.
Xuanyuan Po and Bie Yanghong ate very seriously, even enjoying themselves.
With her severed arm, Wuqiong Bi found it very inconvenient to eat. She wanted to copy Bie Yanghong and eat the cured meat with the rice, but she had failed several times.
She angrily threw her chopsticks on the table and cursed, "You only eat things that taste like pig food! No wonder you look like a pig!"
Bie Yanghong glanced at her, apparently wanting to say a few words of advice, but in the end, he said nothing, only sighed.
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The streets of the lower city near the Red River always gave off a damp feeling, regardless of whether it was raining or not. Perhaps it was because the sewage system here was not very developed, and the quality of the people was not that high either. The residents along the streets liked to dump their sewage and even trash on the side of the street.
A shadow slowly floated through the streets filled with trash and oily sewage. It walked down the stone steps and finally arrived at the Pine Paths.
For the past two nights, the Pine Paths had been completely different from before. It was much quieter, but that did not mean that there was no one here.
The streets were crowded with people.
The warriors of the Bear tribe, the steward of the Tang clan, and ten-odd cultivators of the Heavenly South, the Archbishop of the Daoist Church of the Western Wastes, and dozens of priests had surrounded this place so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through.
However, one could not hear any noise here. If one did not listen carefully, one would not even be able to hear the sound of breathing.
With such a vigilant and meticulous defense system, even experts of the Proclamation of Liberation like Xiao Zhang and Xiao De would find it very difficult to infiltrate.
But for the shadow, this wasn't too difficult, because he cultivated the Yellow Springs Art. He was innately filthy and was most proficient in escaping through the earth.
In the dead of night, the Bear warriors, priests, and cultivators of the Heavenly South in the Pine Paths somewhat relaxed.
The shadow noiselessly arrived at the small courtyard at the end of the alley. Carried by the wind into the night, it crawled along the moss on the floor until it reached the door.
Xuanyuan Po was seated cross-legged behind the door, his eyes closed. He had already fallen asleep.
This was how he had slept for the past two nights.
Because this position was in front of the paper door, anyone who wanted to see Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi would have to wake him up.
The shadow stopped in front of the door, not continuing inside.
It was not because it sensed the power of the sword resting across Xuanyuan Po's knees, but because it sensed that there were two people behind the paper door.
Those crystals were on the verge of shattering and the wooden pagoda's magic energy had greatly diminished. Moreover, it was very close.
In his sea of consciousness, he could even faintly sketch out the appearance of these two people.
A Daoist nun and a scholar.
They were precisely the people he was searching for.
He was naturally very shocked, but before he could rejoice, he felt fear.
These were two experts of the Divine Domain. Although they were heavily injured, he still did not dare to act recklessly. He only wanted to quickly retreat and send the news to Madam Mu.
The shadow silently returned to the courtyard, drifting over the white cobblestones to the short pine tree and preparing to leap over the wall.
At this moment, a strand of spiritual sense fell on his body.
This strand of spiritual sense did not appear very powerful, its Qi extremely gentle, like a soft thread. It did not harm him in the slightest.
But he did not dare to move, because the message the strand of spiritual sense had transmitted was extremely clear.
If he tried to forcefully break free of this strand of spiritual sense, he would definitely alarm those people outside the wall and then suffer the most powerful suppression from the owner of the strand of spiritual sense.
And if he did not move, the owner of the strand of spiritual sense would not move either, because they did not want to alarm those demi-human experts in White Emperor City.
In the deep darkness, the starlight flowed like water. The short pine tree by the wall of the courtyard trembled in the wind, its shadows moving with it.
Time passed by slowly, and nothing happened.
Not even a sound.
At some point, there was the crow of a chicken, the barking of a dog, the sound of boiling water, and the sound of footsteps. The street gradually woke up.
The morning light shone over the courtyard, the sound of water signifying washing and the occasional conversation. Xuanyuan Po had bought breakfast and returned. He was still eating the beef buns, the steamed buns he had prepared for Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi, porridge, and pickled vegetables. Compared to yesterday, he had a steamed dumpling, but it was still a tender cucumber filling, without the slightest hint of meat.
The sound of chopsticks being thrown and stools being thrown could be heard from the room.
Xuanyuan Po pushed open the door and walked out. He somewhat helplessly shook his head, tied the Mountain Sea Sword to his waist, and then left.
The priests outside the courtyard also left with him, as did the Tang clan steward and ten-some cultivators of the south. The Great Zhou officials were already waiting for him in front of the Imperial City.
The people of this street would all go to the Imperial City to watch the excitement, so the Pine Paths this morning were much quieter than usual.
The small courtyard at the end of the alley was even more so, so quiet that it made one's heart palpitate.
The morning breeze rustled the short pine tree, causing its shadows to sway. The shadow was lifted up like a sheet of paper.
Chusu removed his technique of concealment, revealing his true body.
A mist gradually began to emerge from the small courtyard, preventing the morning light from penetrating it.
In the brick path by the wall, several small silver fish were lying on their stomachs, already dead.
The short pine tree was also gradually turning black, as if it had not been washed by rain for many years, covered in a thick layer of filth.
Moss began to grow on the neatly piled firewood, and the wooden floor became somewhat damp.
The entire courtyard became extremely humid, and it felt a little stuffy.
This mist and damp all came from Chusu's body.
Sweat gushed out of his muddy body, soaking through his tattered clothes and transforming into a poisonous mist.
That strand of spiritual will was still attached to his body.
After the long night, he was no longer able to persist for much longer.
Right now, there were only two paths in front of him.
Retreat, or advance. But no matter which path he chose, he needed to break free from that strand of spiritual will and make the most resolute choice.
Without hesitation, he chose the former and prepared to flee.
That was how he had survived in the deep ravine that the Longevity Sect had concealed with a grand formation.
Later on, he had also survived the encirclement of the snowy plains' demon experts.
As long as he could live, he was willing to do any shameless thing and use methods a thousand times crueler to take revenge in the future.
Under this strand of spiritual will, he did not dare to carelessly use the earth escape technique. Using the mist as a cover, the ugly wings of flesh on his back silently tore through his clothes and began to move.
But in the next moment, he stopped, the flapping of his wings gradually slowing down.
He stuck out a blood-red tongue and licked his dry and cracked lips, smiling.
His smile was very unsightly, like the corpse of an insect cracked by the sun.
He turned to look into the mist and chuckled in his unpleasant and shrill voice. "So it turns out that you were just scaring me.
"For an entire night, you did not attack me not because you were worried about alarming Madam Mu or the other demi-human experts, but because your injuries were too severe and you simply could not attack. Moreover, you also did not want that fellow called Xuanyuan Po to take the risk of clashing with me, so you left behind this strand of spiritual will."
The morning light fell upon the courtyard, somewhat brightening it, illuminating the deep confusion in Chusu's gloomy eyes.
"You would rather take the risk of facing me alone, and perhaps even the endless stream of demi-human experts that might follow, than expose me last night and have that fellow called Xuanyuan Po take a little risk. Why is this? Could that fellow be Sir's last disciple, or … an illegitimate child? "
He slowly walked forward. The mist gradually parted, revealing the silhouette of the house.
There was no sound from within the house, nor was there anyone to answer his question.
Chusu walked to the front of the house. He only needed to walk up two steps and his hand would be able to touch the door.
His body was somewhat trembling out of nervousness and excitement, and of course, there was also that lingering fear. Although he was extremely certain that the situation was as he had said, when he thought about how he was about to face such a legendary couple, he still found it impossible to suppress his fear.
If he could, he would never have stepped onto these two steps, would never have pushed open the door, would never have even come to the front of the house.
Sweat gushed out of his short and small body. The mist grew thicker and the wooden floor grew wetter and wetter. Mushrooms sprouted from the pile of firewood and then rapidly rotted away. The pillars and all the wooden objects in the house began to rapidly decay and then fester. A damp and pungent odor enveloped the entire courtyard.
With a crack, the front door of the house completely collapsed, revealing a paper door through which two figures could be faintly seen.
A sigh came from behind the paper door.
The emotions contained in this sigh were not complex, nor were they too sorrowful. It was a very simple sigh, one that seemed exceptionally calm.
The hot and humid mist soaked through the wooden door. The paper was soaked and then curled up. As the wooden frame collapsed, it fell down like snow.
In the snow-filled sky, Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi sat against the wall.
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