novelraw Chapter 1120: 42: The Night Before the Massacre (Part 2)
Chapter 1120: 42: The Night Before the Massacre (Part 2)
Chapter 1120: Chapter 42: The Night Before the Massacre (Part 2)
“…”
Gu Shen was rarely silent.
This was his first time meeting Mu Qingyang.
Previously, during the meeting where the list was being drafted, the Mu Family nominated this young man, which stirred quite a bit of discussion. Even the higher-ups of Changye hadn’t really heard of this distant talent from Jiuning.
Now, his impression of Mu Qingyang had changed.
This person indeed lived up to his name, open and forthright.
“Brother Gu, I heard that you were fortunate enough to meet Mr. Gu Changzhi once during the battle at the cemetery.”
Mu Qingyang suddenly brought up an unrelated topic, seriously asking, “Is this true?”
Everyone across the Five Continents knows.
Gu Shen is Master Qianye’s disciple, and Qianye had been guarding Qingzhong for twenty years, precisely to wait for Gu Changzhi to awaken.
Although the outside world still doesn’t know what the relationship between the two is—
Everyone believes that Mr. Gu Changzhi and Master Qianye, even if they’re not lifelong partners, at least are… like-minded confidants.
During the battle at the cemetery, Bai Shu accepted the Battle Fire and ascended to deity.
And as Qianye’s disciple, Gu Shen was the only one in all of Changye to have seen Gu Changzhi, the “lucky one.”
Mu Qingyang’s question stirred Gu Shen’s memories.
He remained silent for several seconds and then spoke with a slightly hoarse voice, “Yes.”
“I regard Mr. Gu Changzhi as a lifelong benchmark.” Mu Qingyang straightened his back and slowly said, “These years, I’ve stayed away from Changye, struggling in Jiuning, because at this age, Mr. Gu Changzhi traveled far, fighting and honing his skills.”
A brief pause.
Mu Qingyang continued, “My greatest wish is that if one day Mr. Gu Changzhi awakens at the cemetery, I can go to Changye to meet him.”
Gu Shen understood the reason behind his earlier question.
Indeed, I am the lucky one.
Some people’s lifelong desires remain unfulfilled.
I, however, easily obtained it due to destiny’s arrangement.
“Mr. Gu Changzhi would surely be happy knowing there are juniors like you,” Gu Shen said sincerely.
“I hope so.”
Mu Qingyang’s face showed no trace of a smile as he earnestly continued, “In my lifetime, I couldn’t meet God Gu, unlike you who were fortunate. Yet, since I started cultivation, in every mission I’ve encountered both big and small, I have been thorough, upright, and straightforward…”
Upon hearing this, Gu Shen roughly understood what Mu Qingyang intended to say.
He began to feel headache.
“Brother Gu, since you’re blessed and favored by Mr. Gu Changzhi, do not engage in such actions anymore.” Mu Qingyang gestured with his hand, making a sending-off gesture.
Indeed.
Delivering this head brought trouble.
As per my description, Tang Ran’s merit should rightfully tally to Mu Qingyang! He doesn’t speak, no one examines the body, who would uncover it?
Yet Mu Qingyang insisted on declining!
Gu Shen felt a bit helpless, looking at the young man marked by stubbornness and inflexibility… Are there really such obstinate, single-minded fools in this world?
“Brother Xiao Gu, I’m going to cultivate now.” Mu Qingyang said casually, “Feel free to see yourself out.”
Gu Shen had no choice but to carry the head and exit the tent.
After nightfall on the snowfield, darkness enveloped from all directions, the camp lighting two “bonfires,” one on the left and one on the right, suspending two palm-sized copper lamps that resembled those from Li’s Ancient Ancestral Hall, probably similar imitations, yet only possessing basic lighting and heating functions.
These two “bonfires” burned with elemental essence, enveloping a square camp extending only dozens of meters.
A cold wind blew.
Gu Shen’s previously vexed feelings eased somewhat.
He squinted his eyes, subconsciously gazing into the distant darkness… After his breakthrough, Chi Huo’s “spiritual sensing range” expanded once again.
Gu Shen furrowed his brows.
Beyond layers of snowy mountains and night, there should only be endless darkness.
Yet he saw streaks of “strange light” beyond dozens of layers of blizzard.
Like human eyes.
…
…
Several miles away.
At the summit of a low snow mountain, the strong wind howled as several figures stood amidst the blizzard.
One, two, three, four, a total of four.
“Big brother, is that young man… looking at us?”
One person asked in a raspy voice, his pupils long and vertical like a cat’s, eerily animal-like.
“Impossible.”
The man standing in the front was extremely burly, draped in tattered black burlap and covered in blood, with the blizzard’s stark white contrasting with the burlap’s dotted scarlet.
He stood atop the snowstorm peak, gazing expressionlessly at the temporary camp, his eyes locked on those two fires burning in the night, giving a resolutely firm answer.
“Hey… It’s just a Third-Order Transcendent; his Spiritual Sense can’t possibly extend here.”
Next to the leader, slightly behind him stood a hunched figure leaning on a staff, whose stance revealed his status as second among the group. Similarly draped in blood-stained black robes, his figure billowed frenetically in the wind, yet his aura was vastly different from the former leader.
The leader exuded an aura of darkness, awe, a towering taboo.
While he.
Gave off a gloomy, bizarre, murky sensation, this hunched man emitted an invisible damp aura… prompting a subconscious desire to stay far away, precisely what the other two in their “brotherhood” were doing, standing apart from him on the leader’s other side, keeping a significant distance from the second.