Chapter 171: Please Kill Two People
Before the white crane had even landed, Chen Changsheng had already noticed the strangeness in the small courtyard.
Sensing the lingering traces of filthy aura, his mood grew heavy, for it was clearly the remnant of the Yellow Springs technique. Soon after, he discovered some scorch marks, which led him to consider a certain possibility, but he quickly dismissed it himself.
Why had Su Yu come to this small courtyard? Between whom had this battle taken place? Chen Changsheng glanced at the still-unconscious Xuan Yuan Po, many questions rising in his mind, but the situation was too tense for him to dwell on them.
He did not know that not far away, on the eaves of the Celestial Tree Servant Temple, she was watching him.
Stepping past the broken door and the floor littered with blackened paper scraps, Chen Changsheng entered the room and saw Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi.
Madam Mu had said that Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi were dead. Why were they still alive, and here in Xuan Yuan Po’s small courtyard?
What exactly had happened? Shocked as he was, Chen Changsheng had no time to think further. He waved his hand forcefully, and hundreds of swords streamed out of their sheath in a cascade, their clear ringing breaking through the windows as they formed a Nanxi Zhai sword formation, tightly encircling the entire courtyard.
Only then did he relax a little, setting Xuan Yuan Po down on the floor.
Bie Yanghong was also startled, but he was more worried about the unconscious Xuan Yuan Po. Seeing Chen Changsheng prepare to treat his wounds, he reached out to stop him and said, “Check him first. How did he get such severe injuries? Is he in danger?”
Hearing this, Wuqiong Bi couldn’t help but say, “That bear cub is thick-skinned and tough. Even if he took a few sword strikes, what does it matter?”
Bie Yanghong glanced at her, a flicker of anger finally appearing in his eyes. Wuqiong Bi felt deeply wronged, thinking to herself that she was only worried his injuries would worsen if left untreated too long, but meeting his gaze, she dared not say another word.
“He was injured by the Heavenly Book Stele, struck by the power of heaven and earth. If he can wake up, he might still hold on.”
Chen Changsheng repeated the judgment he had made on the viewing platform and, ignoring Bie Yanghong’s attempt to stop him, knelt beside him and began to take his pulse.
As time passed, his expression grew increasingly grim, and his fingers were soon replaced by golden needles.
After an unknown length of time, he withdrew the golden needles, hesitating over whether to say something.
Bie Yanghong said nothing, merely reaching out to pat Chen Changsheng on the shoulder.
Only then did Chen Changsheng realize that he had already known all along.
“Please take a look at my wife’s injuries.”
Bie Yanghong’s cultivation level was extremely high, and he had already largely confirmed the state of his wife’s wounds, but Chen Changsheng’s medical skill was renowned throughout the world, so he wanted a confirmation.
Chen Changsheng turned to Wuqiong Bi, signaling for her to cooperate. Her expression was somewhat awkward, or perhaps uneasy.
“No serious trouble. She can be healed with proper rest and care.”
Wuqiong Bi had lost an arm, and her injuries looked horrifically severe, but Chen Changsheng judged clearly that her wounds were far lighter than Bie Yanghong’s. It was easy to imagine how much danger Bie Yanghong had shielded her from during the sacred battle two days ago.
If he had not blocked those terrifying attacks for her, things would certainly not be as they were now.
Since they were husband and wife, it was only natural for the husband to do such things for his wife.
Still, Chen Changsheng’s mood was somewhat sour, or perhaps resentful, much like most people’s view of this couple.
What made it worse was that Wuqiong Bi clearly still had no idea what was going on, unaware of what Bie Yanghong had done for her, what he had endured, and what he would yet endure, as she kept muttering incessantly.
Under Bie Yanghong’s gaze, Wuqiong Bi dared not utter any foul language, but she was still deeply irritating.
Why should he bear everything while she could go on living like this?
Chen Changsheng raised his head and gave Bie Yanghong a deep look.
Bie Yanghong shook his head, the movement so slight that it was barely noticeable unless one was watching closely.
Wuqiong Bi did not notice, but for some reason—perhaps influenced by the atmosphere in the room—she finally fell silent.
The room became very quiet.
Chen Changsheng recalled the sea of lotuses he had seen at the Heavenly Book Mausoleum years ago, that red flower, the earth-shattering might of this couple. Now, looking at them leaning weakly against the wall, their faces pale, he suddenly felt a deep sorrow.
“Who was it?”
If the White Emperor was truly in seclusion, ignoring worldly affairs, then even Madam Mu plus the elite of the Demon race would have found it difficult to push Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi to such a state. Moreover, Madam Mu had said in the imperial city that she had not personally intervened. So who could have wounded Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi so grievously? Was it the Black Robe and the Demon General he had guessed? Or the legendary Eight Great Mountain Masters?
Bie Yanghong knew he still had time, and he also knew that the following conversation would be crucial for the human race to assess the future situation. So he did not rush to name his opponent, but began to recount the entire experience very seriously and logically.
“We followed the trail of the deep-cold dragon aura and found Miss Zhusha under the third Celestial Tree from the left.”
Chen Changsheng finally learned the specific location of the Little Black Dragon, realizing that the legendary Wild Tree Heavenly Fire must have severed her spiritual connection with him.
Bie Yanghong continued, “We saw Madam Mu and Mu Jiushi, and also… the Black Robe.”
Even though he had anticipated it, hearing that name still shocked Chen Changsheng deeply.
“Who else came from the Demon race?”
“No one else. Just the Black Robe alone.”
Chen Changsheng couldn’t understand. If Madam Mu had only activated the restrictions to block communication without truly attacking Bie Yanghong and his wife, then relying solely on the Black Robe, it should not have been enough to wound them so severely.
This mysterious Demon race strategist was undoubtedly a true powerhouse, his cultivation level unfathomably deep.
But Bie Yanghong was no ordinary Sacred Domain expert either. Especially in the years since the Heavenly Book Mausoleum incident, his cultivation had advanced further, showing signs of becoming the foremost among the various powers. Given another two hundred years, he might even break through from the Saintly realm into Divine Concealment.
“No one else came from the Demon race, but someone came from the Holy Light Continent.”
Bie Yanghong said slowly, “Two Holy Light Angels arrived. One governs judgment—I would call him Hidden Thunder. The other governs war—I would call him Wrath. They do not understand Daoist arts, yet they can transform the principles of heaven and earth for their own use, naturally sacred. In pure combat power, they are similar to me.”
Chen Changsheng was truly stunned, unable to speak for a long time.
Before he could ask anything further, Bie Yanghong spoke again.
His expression was exceptionally serious, clearly hoping Chen Changsheng would remember every word he said.
“If you meet them, please kill them.”
With these words, a fierce killing intent surged forth, like a banner or a spear, piercing through the small courtyard and reaching straight to the heavens.
At the same time, Bie Yanghong’s finger pressed against Chen Changsheng’s forehead. (To be continued.)