686: Chapter 135 Not the Moon in the Sky _1 686: Chapter 135 Not the Moon in the Sky _1 Jiang Wang could not clearly articulate why he suddenly made the decision to leave behind the joyous life in Yun City with Jiang Anan, the lively and vibrant happiness, and travel alone for a thousand miles…
To co to this Xin’an City.
In the deathly Maple Forest, in Jiujiang City, he constantly reminded himself that revenge required prolonged and painful endurance.
Dong Ah, Du Ruhui, Zhuang Gaoxian—they were at the highest echelon of Zhuang Country, wielding enormous power, with formidable personal cultivation.
To deal with them was not a matter to be accomplished overnight.
There were countless reasons to prevent him from coming here now.
But there was only one reason that compelled him to co—
Because of hatred.
Because of the deep-seated hatred engraved in his bones.
His hatred gnawed at his heart every mont; he could not forgive, let go, or find peace.
Zhuang Gaoxian’s battle that overturned a nation shocked the Western Territory, drawing the gaze of countless onlookers.
But all he saw was Dong Ah sitting alone in the rear.
Zhuang Gaoxian was a true immortal of this age, Du Ruhui possessed the Divine Skill “Zhi Chi Tian Ya.” When would they have the ti to take care of Zhuang Country’s Deputy Pri Minister?
Only during a war that involved the nation’s fate.
Such an opportunity was once in a blue moon.
Jiang Wang chose to follow his heart.
He did not say goodbye to anyone, did not tell Anan, nor did he tell Ye Qingyu.
Not just because he had promised Ye Lingxiao that he would not involve Lingxiao Pavilion.
In the matter of revenge, he was always alone.
All the hardships and pain, he bore alone.
With the Hidden Clothes at his disposal, he could move freely in Wenhua Pavilion.
Enough hatred gave him enough patience.
He patiently waited for an opportunity, for the mont when Dong Ah would be alone.
This was the first ti he observed Dong Ah from this angle, the only teacher he had once acknowledged for so long.
He waited for Dong Ah to handle official business, waited for Dong Ah to instruct Li Jianqiu, waited for Dong Ah to leave Wenhua Pavilion…
The Hidden Clothes, crafted by Yin Guanshi’s hands, should not be seen through.
But during his movents, he inevitably gave away flaws.
It was probably during those tis that Dong Ah had discovered him.
It didn’t matter.
When facing each other alone, Jiang Wang had no intention of hiding anyway.
Nor did he wish that when he killed Dong Ah, Dong Ah would be ignorant of the reasons behind his death, unaware of who killed him.
Now, on this New Year’s Eve, on this long street enveloped by the dark night.
After a whole year, he finally saw Dong Ah again.
The city beneath his feet was once a place he yearned for.
In countless nights within the city’s academic institute, he had, of course, imagined a day when his cultivation was complete—his inner self involved in court politics, managing state affairs; his outer self governing a region, bringing prosperity to the people.
Of course, he had also imagined himself in an official uniform of Zhuang Country, exuding such august presence…
All those youthful dreams, full of vigor and pride…
Such imaginations shattered.
Shattered into a fragnted nightmare.
It was countless nights of waking from shock, never able to return to that innocence!
This was his first visit to Xin’an City, and it was unlike any scenario he’d previously imagined.
But this was reality, this was the cruel part of life.
Jiang Wang had long learned to face it.
So, he gripped his sword, his hand steady, his expression calm, as he stared quietly at Dong Ah.
Dong Ah still had that sa grim expression, resolute and serious, as if nothing could shake him, no factor could cause him to alter his stance.
“Yes, it’s been a long ti,” said Dong Ah.
The clouds grew heavier, the moon had long since fled, the dense night sky void of any starlight.
It was going to rain.
Jiang Wang thought.
There was no need for other words.
Jiang Wang knew why he had co, and Dong Ah knew why he was there.
So they moved forward.
The two n on opposite ends of the long street greeted each other.
Then, they simultaneously took a step and moved forward.
The air was torn apart.
They began to run.
Their shapes moved so fast they left behind trails of afterimages.
Their footsteps landed on the paving stones, creating small dents with each step.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The consecutive sounds were so closely packed they seed to rge into one.
The rebounding force and the advancing force continued to stack, and before a single breath had passed, the two had already collided!
Fist t fist, eyes locked onto eyes.
In Dong Ah’s eyes, Jiang Wang showed no emotion, only seriousness.
And in Jiang Wang’s eyes, Dong Ah saw nothing but blood-red hatred.
The two stood frozen in the center of the long street, while behind them, the tiles cracked one by one and long fissures spread out.
Only the spot where they stood remained intact.
Samadhi True Fire flickered to life, leaping onto Dong Ah’s fist.
With a casual wave of his hand, the flas did not extinguish, but had already burned half his fist away!
His left hand transford into a knife and chopped down, severing the right arm.
The Samadhi True Fire clinging to this arm persisted stubbornly, spreading across the ground.
And Dong Ah’s severed limb quickly grew fresh buds, swelling and growing, restored to its original state.
From the very start of their clash, both parties had already employed their Divine Skills!
Whoosh!
A sword light of astounding brilliance shone forth.
Tonight, although moonless, it beca the bright moon.
Not the moon above, but the one in this world.
The sword light scattered, becoming moonlight, delicate yet inescapable!
Before this mont, Jiang Wang had never had this sword strike, but upon seeing Dong Ah, it naturally erged in his heart.
This sword was called Longing.
No one could fail to recognize the moon, and no one was free of longing.
But Jiang Wang’s sword was not the deep longing of lovers, but an endless, insidious hatred.
As eternal as the moon until death provided release!
Countless nights he had gazed at the bright moon, only to have Dong Ah’s throat invade his vision.
With each night, hatred grew, denying him a mont’s peace.
Ling He, Zhao Rucheng, Zhao Lang, Wei Yan, Huang Azhan, Tang Dun, Xiao Tiemian…
the people of Maple Forest City Region shouldn’t have died!
For Dong Ah, soone Jiang Wang had once trusted, respected, and revered, this sword contained all his emotions, all his words.
To slay one’s master as a disciple, he had contemplated it far too long!
The greater the respect he once held, the deeper the hatred that followed.
This was the “Longing” in the sword called Longing.
Upon seeing this sword, Dong Ah already felt all the agony and tornt in Jiang Wang’s heart.
Without need for words, all was contained within this sword.
Jiang Wang hated Dong Ah, but he also hated himself.
He despised himself for trusting the wrong person, for being unable to save his birthplace, Maple Forest City, from becoming a realm of death forever.
Hating others, hating oneself.
These hatreds heavily weighed on Jiang Wang’s heart, preventing him from feeling joy, from easing his frown, festering throughout his life!
This was a sword strike of incredible beauty, but also of imnse weight.
Facing this sword, Dong Ah’s right hand drew a tallic ruler.
The ruler was straight, solemn, and imposing.
One side black, the other white.
A clear division, a strict boundary.
This was the Ruler of Two Realms, nurtured by the authority on criminal justice in Zhuang Country, the nation’s treasured artifact.
To ascertain good and evil, to delineate right from wrong, to clarify the murky, to decide life and death.
The tallic ruler stood erect, like a sharp blade, resisting the moonlight-like sword glow.
And it posed a challenge, an interrogation of the soul.
To commit violence on the street, is it right?
To murder an old friend, is it right?
To slay one’s master as a disciple, is it right?
The ruler blocked the sword, and Dong Ah’s left hand spread wide, pressing toward the ground.
All along the long street, sprouts broke through the surface, shattering the tiles, swiftly growing and expanding.
Every wooden object scattered on the street—carts, shelves…
except for the intentionally avoided doors and windows of the houses on both sides—anything made of wood was undergoing a transformation.
Giant trees erupted from the soil, and thorns danced wildly.
In just an instant.
This place beca a prison, its azure hue like a cage.
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