506: Chapter 69: Wreckage 506: Chapter 69: Wreckage Wu Zhexian’s expression was complex.
He had already abided by the agreement, opening the portal and transporting to Qu River the moment the Jade Talisman was crushed.
Alas, he was a step too late.
As the Pure Yang of Great Chu, his every word and deed represented the laws and image of Chu Country.
The monks on the Treasure Ship would soon return to Li Kingdom.
Now he intended to punish Xie Zhen, yet he had no evidence…
Yuan Jimo, the esteemed Imperial City Chief, was absurdly murdered by one from Grotto Heaven; such a preposterous claim, who would believe it?
If he were to start by investigating those scattered Sword Intent in Qu River’s reed marshes, then he should make a trip to Lotus Peak, to seek out Zhao Chunyang in person.
If he were to do so, not to mention Fan Yin Temple lighting incense to watch, the whole world would be waiting to see such a spectacle.
“…Enough, enough.”
Wu Zhexian looked back toward the direction he came from, watching the portal slowly close amidst the burning light.
He hesitated for a long time but ultimately decided not to take action.
Be it Xie Zhen or Qian San.
This turmoil had nothing to do with him in the first place; why bother stirring up needless trouble?
All of this aligned perfectly with what Miao Zhen had mentioned, that cause and effect have their own heavenly retribution.
It is just strange, Yuan Jimo had committed too many evils; now he was reaping what he sowed.
“Big brother, during your recent visit to the Imperial City, I was in seclusion and couldn’t look after the matters; I hope you can forgive me.”
Wu Zhexian’s gaze shifted to Jun Mountain, and his eyes softened a bit as he earnestly conveyed, “The news of your reincarnation has been deeply hidden by the Taoist path…
I am genuinely happy for you, having the chance to live anew.”
The expression of the young child in the Daoist robe also changed slightly.
“There’s no rush.”
He looked at the Yang God True Body taller and sturdier than Miao Zhen and smiled, “This life is still long; we will meet again next time, to drink and rejoice in conversation.”
“Fine.”
Wu Zhexian also smiled.
He glanced at Xie Zhen, pondered for a moment, and conveyed through sound transmission, “Actually, when I stepped through the portal, the remains in Qu River had already disappeared.”
Xie Xuanyi was taken aback.
He didn’t expect Wu Zhexian to take the initiative to send a message to him.
What did this sentence mean?
Yuan Jimo’s remains…
disappeared?
“This favor from the Jade Talisman is not a debt I owe to Yuan Jimo.”
Wu Zhexian sighed lightly in his heart and continued through sound transmission, “Years ago, I owed the Holy Empress a favor; she requested three Jade Talismans from me.
She asked that no matter what, regardless of the owner of the Jade Talisman, I must preserve their life.
I accepted the Jade Talismans and agreed to her request.
So far, two of the three have been used…
and when counted carefully, both are related to you.
I hope there won’t be a third occurrence of a Jade Talisman breaking; and even if it does happen, I do not wish to see you again.”
Destiny, destiny.
Who among those with Great Divine Power capable of achieving the status of Yang God would believe in fate?
To reach this stage relies not just on innate talent but also on a one-in-a-million Dao Heart.
Attaining Yang God status is to go against fate itself!
Yet, this series of changes forced Wu Zhexian to believe in the existence of destiny; he never found the Holy Empress’s request to be particularly challenging…
with the three Jade Talismans connected to his Heart Lake, he would embark immediately upon their shattering.
But the breaking of two Jade Talismans in succession has caused him much suffering.
He would rather face the Peacock Venerable in the Northern Hunt Tribulation again.
Than to encounter the bad luck of the Jade Talisman.
However, ultimately, to find the real source of this “bad luck,” it may not necessarily lie with Xie Zhen; the culprits behind the shattering of the two Jade Talismans seem to be, both times, Zhao Chunyang…
“I bear no grudge against the Martial Sect.”
Xie Xuanyi earnestly said, “Sect Master Wu, if possible, I also do not wish to meet you again.”
“I know.”
Wu Zhexian slightly lowered his gaze, murmuring soothingly, “For your assistance during the Northern Hunt Tribulation, I am grateful…
Sect Master Wu Yue has already informed me about the affair in the Great Yue Secret Realm.”
Xie Xuanyi felt a slight stir in his heart.
He tentatively asked, “Sect Master Wu, about that battle in Li Lan Mountain…”
“I have seen it all.”
Wu Zhexian calmly said, “The day I carried the Treasure Ship of the Northern Hunt away, I witnessed the White Paper Cave Heaven in Lanshan Mountain, and I saw you and the Paperman Taoist as well.”
“Things are not as you think…”
Xie Xuanyi began to explain but was interrupted.
“No need for further words.”
Wu Zhexian said indifferently, “I am not interested in whatever occurred between you and that Paperman Taoist.
Sword Cultivators from Da Sui Sword Palace have always been upright, and you were a young man Zhao Chunyang was willing to protect with Sword Qi…
I believe you have no ties with Evil Cultivators, so I did not mention this matter in the documents about Li Lan Mountain.
You can rest assured; no one else will learn of this.
However, if I find even a trace of Evil Spirits in your eyes, then I will have no choice but to act on Zhao Chunyang’s behalf and eliminate the demon, ridding us of the calamity.”
“…
It will never come to that.”
Xie Xuanyi breathed slightly easier, some realization dawning on him; no wonder his return from the Northern Territory was unusually smooth.
It seemed that it was due to Wu Zhexian’s care after all.
After thinking, he still transmitted a message of gratitude, “Thank you, Sect Master Wu, for your righteousness; I will remember this kindness.”
“You need not thank me.”
Wu Zhexian remained unmoved, “If we are to speak of cause and effect, you saved a disciple of the Martial Sect during the great calamity; I should be thanking you.
The reason I am willing to help you is because, in you…
I can indeed see the shadow of that person.”
Regret appeared in his eyes.
Ten years ago.
During the North Sea calamity.
Many took the opportunity to kick one when they were down.
The Martial Sect did not meddle in the affairs.
It’s just that Xie Xuanyi’s betrayal and conspiracy were deserving of execution…
these series of accusations piled on, and the collective pursuit to kill had turned into an inevitable trend.
Out of respect for Zhao Chunyang’s authority, the Yang Gods dared not show themselves, even though Da Sui Sword Palace declared a Sealing Mountain to retreat into isolation, those Yang Gods still chose a respectable way to spectate the decline of the North Sea.