361: Chapter 87: The Battle of Hearts 361: Chapter 87: The Battle of Hearts These days, the Da Chu Imperial Family was investigating the information on the Paperman Sect.
This news was not a secret.
Chen Jingxuan submitted his case files, which were most certainly being sent to the Four Great Chu Realms…
It was only natural that Lu Yuzhen knew of this.
Xie Xuanyi did not deny anything, simply saying indifferently, “You’ve hidden for so many years, it’s time to face the world.”
“That’s right.”
Lu Yuzhen said with a smile, “Meeting with the North Sea Spirit in your company, I no longer care about my identity being exposed.
After all, some things can be hidden temporarily, but not forever.”
Xie Xuanyi narrowed his eyes slightly.
He suspected that someone was implying something about him, but he had no evidence.
“That’s enough.”
Lord Lu chuckled lightly, waving his sleeve and said, “First let’s fulfill what I promised you…
get these people out of here.”
In the barren mountains, the white papers flew around like snow, unrestrained.
The people trapped in the Void-breaking Array could no longer see their surroundings clearly.
They heard a faint crackle, as if a white glow had streaked across the sky.
They staggered slightly but quickly recovered, immediately followed by the howling wind that scattered the paper scraps.
Shang Yi looked up, stunned, “Are we…
leaving already?”
The people turned around.
Countless white papers were mixed with snowflakes, indistinguishable from one another.
The pale Snow Mountain that symbolized death was now on the horizon.
“We’ve escaped…”
Yu Wenzhong breathed out a long sigh.
“The Master is here!”
The senior brother of the Martial Sect trembled in his Heart Lake, looking towards the south.
He saw several Cloud Ships soaring at low altitudes.
A golden figure, surrounded by a blaze of fire, resembling a grand sun, bore the Cloud Ships with unimaginable power towards the direction of the Snow Mountain.
Everyone was joyful.
Only one person in the corner whispered softly,
“…Where is Xie Zhen?”
Yuan Yi raised her small face, her eyes puzzled.
She looked around and did not spot Xie Zhen.
Lu Yuan said softly to comfort her, “That little Lord Xie of the mountain, with immense skills, surely has other plans…
Since he could invite a mysterious Yang God to intervene, he will certainly not be in danger.”
Upon hearing this,
Yuan Yi relaxed slightly, but her eyes still carried a hint of worry.
The divine skills of this White Paper Cave Heaven were unprecedented throughout the entire Great Chu, and even Da Li.
There are few Yang God Great Practitioners in total.
Where did this Great Practitioner come from?
White Paper…
Taoist…
These keywords inevitably made one think of the Paperman Sect in the South Border, equally mysterious.
Over the years,
The Paperman Sect had suppressed the Three Great Sects of the South Border, subtly leading the trend.
That leader had never shown their face or demonstrated their skills.
“Could the earlier intervenor be the ‘Taoist’ from South Border?”
Yuan Yi whispered very softly.
“…”
Lu Yuan was taken aback, his expression grew solemn, and he transmitted his voice heavily, “Stop worrying about Xie Zhen, and follow the Martial Sect’s leader back to Da Chu.
As for the investigation of the northern hunting case, it will naturally be scrutinized once we are back in Great Chu.”
…
…
Ten miles away.
At the top of the Snow Mountain, paper scraps fell on the shoulders of Xie Xuanyi’s black robe and the tips of his hair.
“There, Martial Exile has received those people.”
Lu Yuzhen said lightly with his hands behind his back, “In a moment, these people will board the Cloud Ship…
Although the leader of the Martial Sect is inexperienced, his strength is still sufficient.”
“Saving so many Saint Heirs is indeed a great merit.”
Xie Xuanyi quipped, “Aren’t you going to say a few words to that leader of the Martial Sect?
Perhaps even the Taoist sect and Qiantian Palace might remember this favor.”
They sent those people away.
Lu Yuzhen deliberately picked a remote location.
Clearly, he was intentionally avoiding Martial Exile.
“That’s about it.”
Lu Yuzhen smiled, “Don’t you know the nature of those guys?
Facing the Peacock Venerable, they can still speak reasonably, but encountering these orthodox sects, is there reason to talk?”
Previously in the Dayue Secret Realm,
Lu Yuzhen had persuaded the Peacock Venerable, not only preventing a war but instead turning enmity into a truce.
But if it were Martial Exile,
that could not be said.
“…”
Xie Xuanyi fell silent.
In his youth, he thought that all matters under heaven were simply black and white, clear right and wrong.
Black and white were naturally distinct.
But later, as he ventured into the worldly society, he gradually realized it was not so.
The world is vast, not just black and white.
Good and evil, how simplistic?
The more simply described actions…
are the more generalized, the more one-sided.
The nature of humanity is complicated, it cannot simply be concluded in just a few words of black, white, righteousness, and evil.
The purity of the Taoist sect is well known throughout the world.
Yet, the Great True Master Chong Kan of the Taoist sect, a dignified Yang God, had planted a Red Dragon in Xie Sheng, how squalid was that?
Prince Jiangning, Xie Zhisu, enjoyed all manner of love, even a tiger does not eat its cubs, yet he used his own son as a sacrifice, how hypocritical?
These were all self-proclaimed “righteous” and well-known personages.
Each was just this way.
Could other upright personages be clean?
“After a short while, the Peacock will take action.”
Lu Yuzhen smiled lightly, seeing Xie Xuanyi’s thoughts, and spoke softly, “There’s still time if you don’t mind, accompany me at the summit of this Snow Mountain to watch an exciting battle of the Yang Gods…
The Peacock Venerable became famous very early and had been tempered in the war between the North and the South.
It is said that in the Northern Border Battlefield, he received a strike from your Master, and though he was seriously injured by the sword, he also gained insight into the Five-Colored Dao.”
Xie Xuanyi frowned, “Is the Peacock so strong?
To be able to survive a strike from my Master?”
At that time of the battle, Xie Xuanyi was unclear about the realm of his Master.
But he had heard,
that Zhao Chunyang’s realm had become stagnant many years ago.
During the Battle of Poison,
Pure Yang Master was much younger than he is now, presumably, his vitality would have been much stronger, and his Sword Intent even more severe!