788: Chapter 42 Wisdom and Foolishness_1 788: Chapter 42 Wisdom and Foolishness_1 So it continued.
The terror continued, the pain persisted.
Zheng Fei had never cared for these things; he only cared for “fun” and “happiness”.
But since the old man had asked Yanzi to help, he had to let Yanzi help.
After all, death left no room for happiness.
He strode across the open ground, casually picking up one corpse after another, effortlessly tossing them into the cauldron.
His movents were casual, natural, as if he were cooking, simply adding a few pieces of pork to the pot.
Just throwing bodies was too boring.
So he began throwing them to the left, to the right, with a spin, with a high toss… changing the pattern in various ways, but of course, all would eventually fall into the cauldron.
The cauldron… never seed to fill up.
Blood-red flas blazed fiercely, and the air was thick with a suffocating sll.
It could be charred, fishy, or so other pungent odor, maliciously mingled together.
But if you sniffed carefully, that sll didn’t actually exist.
It seed to live only in fantasy, in fear.
The cultivators of the Feng and Chi Branches, fearful and pleading, looked at the great cauldron, hoping that the so-called “Balanced Blood” would be refined imdiately.
To pull them out of the abyss of despair.
Even if the boiled were their sect fellows, blood relatives, friends… just hurry it up!
Let this nightmare end sooner!
Li Shou remained silent, as did Fang Helling.
This night was suddenly too quiet.
Yanzi didn’t like this kind of silence.
So she suddenly turned her head, looking toward the other cultivators outside of the Feng and Chi Branches from the Green Cloud Pavilion.
“You are safe, you are fortunate!
But fortune isn’t sothing that falls from the sky, it requires sacrifice and maintenance.”
She said, “Now I give you a task, keep an eye on the cultivators of the Feng and Chi Branches, don’t let them run away.
If even one of them escapes, two of you will die.
Fair, isn’t it?”
With a clear clap of her hands, she declared, “That’s the decision!”
The other-surnad cultivators present were roughly four tis the number of the Feng and Chi Branches’ cultivators.
Initially scattered around the periter, they had thrown away their weapons, dispersed their Dao Techniques, and dared neither to resist nor to flee.
They simply waited for this group of demons to achieve their goal and then let them go.
In their hearts, there was sympathy, sadness, and also relief.
They sympathized with their fellow brothers and sisters of the sect who had to endure this misfortune and were relieved that they themselves did not have to.
But once Yanzi spoke, the atmosphere imdiately changed.
They moved from temporarily being “outsiders” to being pulled back into the fray.
Without negotiation, without communication, but with a silent understanding, they naturally dispersed, silently closing in around the Feng and Chi Branches’ cultivators in the open ground.
Many beasts, under the instinct of survival, …
will eat away their own kind.
There were no lacking brave ones among the cultivators from the Green Cloud Pavilion, but the brave ones had been killed first, spared not unto this mont.
This woman nad Yanzi seed to have an innate malevolence, delighting in the agony and ugliness of people in desperate straits.
This kind of “evil” went deeper.
Jiang Wang grasped his sword, feeling the strong urge to kill rising from the bottom of his heart.
These people didn’t deserve to be called human, lacking any human baseline, more demonic than demons.
But reason firmly suppressed his impulse.
Even though his strength had reached a new peak, facing these four demons would still result in nothing but death.
Against Wan E, Li Shou, or Yanzi, he had no confidence.
Inside the Five Mansions, beneath the Cloud Top Fairy Palace, the green clouds began to gather together slowly…
Fate is always cruel.
Or rather, there are always people manufacturing cruel fates.
The bodies of the cultivators belonging to the Seal and Pond veins finally filled the cauldron, silently lting away.
The so-called Balanced Blood still showed no trace of formation.
It ant… the hopes of the living cultivators from the Seal and Pond veins were dashed.
It was ti to boil the living.
Yanzi watched them coldly; she had already made a statent in advance, and there should have been a consensus.
With a cold look, she emphasized to everyone—do not challenge the agreent.
Fear spread in the hearts of all the cultivators from the Feng and Chi Branches, yet no one stepped forward to resist.
To resist was to surely die, but not to resist seed to offer a chance of survival.
There were no “fools,” the “smart” ones made the “smart” choice.
And so Zheng Fei reached out and grabbed.
A female cultivator suddenly lifted her arm, seemingly instinctively wanting to retaliate, but before she could make a second move, she was grabbed by the arm and flung directly into the cauldron.
There were no screams, no wailing.
The living thrown into the cauldron were silent without a trace.
Only the blood-colored flas beneath the cauldron seed a bit brighter.
Zheng Fei cocked his head, “The diviner said today was an opportune mont, with overcast clouds hiding the moon, and the Fairy Palace losing its secrets.
Looking now, it seems to be so!
Really, no odd or bizarre event is coming to stop us.”
“Hehehe,” Li Shou followed with a laugh, “He’s the most odd and bizarre, so after he calculated it, there’s no oddness or bizarreness!”
Zheng Fei burst into loud laughter, and it was unclear what tickled him.
Whether it was regarding the Green Cloud Pavilion or that “diviner,” none of it seed in the least bit amusing.
In the many past crises where sects were wiped out, Green Cloud Pavilion always managed to survive for a variety of reasons.
Observant people then discovered that its heritage was protected by a mysterious force.
And the mysterious “Diviner” cast the divination, determining that the power associated with Cloud Top Fairy Palace had dissipated today.
The result was without deviation, indeed so.
They always had their own joys.
Yanzi gently caressed Liang Jiu’s face, her touch tender, her voice tinged with sorrow, “Green Cloud Pavilion is dood to fall today; my poor Xiaojium burdened with a deep hatred, may not be able to love properly.”
“No,” Liang Jiu swallowed nervously, hastening to deny.
“I have never been treated fairly at Green Cloud Pavilion, being a disciple of a different surna, I’ve suffered discrimination, and I hate this place!” he said.
“Ah!” Yanzi suddenly thought of sothing, her tone becoming light-hearted, “Who usually discriminates against you?
Find them now, and sister will vent for you, okay?
Let’s boil them first!”
“This, I…” Liang Jiu was stunned.
“Silly child.” Yanzi rubbed his head and laughed again.
Li Shou watched Zheng Fei, and then Yanzi and Liang Jiu, seemingly torn over which side was more spectacular.
anwhile, Zheng Fei took large strides and grabbed another person, still with much ease.
Seizing people, throwing them into the cauldron.
The cauldron flas roared, but there was no scent of at.
“The Fairy Palace’s secret lost…
Green Cloud Pavilion is dood to fall today…”
Combining these statents.
Jiang Wang couldn’t help but wonder, was it because he took the lost structure that the mystical force allowing Green Cloud Pavilion to endure failed to work?
Otherwise, all was too coincidental.
What kind of force was it?
Was that “Diviner” foreseeing his taking of Green Cloud Pavilion today?
The undercurrents of fate, those inexplicable and unpredictable threads of destiny, were completely foreign to him, imperceptible and untouchable.
He could only watch in silence, enduring in silence, and waiting.
Green Cloud Pavilion had beco part of Cloud Top Fairy Palace, bringing him an Immortal Technique.
The people of the Fairy Palace might pride themselves on Immortal Techniques being transcendent of the era, supre over all others, and they indeed proclaid it as such.
For example, this Immortal Technique begins with the words — “Overshadowing all eras, a secret transmission of the Fairy Palace.”
But in Jiang Wang’s view, Immortal Technique systems still fell within the larger frawork of Dao Technique.
Of course, after all, the nine great Fairy Palaces had once used it to dominate an era, and the power of Immortal Techniques was generally stronger than most Dao Techniques.
Unlike Dao Techniques, which are mostly triggered by seals and draw on Vitality, the casting of an Immortal Technique has an important prerequisite – it requires a “Technique Introducer.”
“Introducer,” a dium between two.
A “Technique Introducer” is thus the bridge between the technique and the practitioner.
The verdant cloud Qi lingering beneath Cloud Top Fairy Palace is the “Technique Introducer” for the Immortal Technique Jiang Wang had learned, brought to him by the returning Green Cloud Pavilion.
Or rather, the very purpose of Green Cloud Pavilion’s existence might have been to provide a “Technique Introducer” for that Immortal Technique.
Just as the Spirit Void Hall absorbed Vitality from an unknown place, so too was the Green Cloud Pavilion connected to a place unknown to Jiang Wang, a place he could not fathom.
He could only wait, wait for the “Technique Introducer” to form, wait for the “Technique Introducer” to be sufficient to support the Immortal Technique.
That might create an opportunity, or it might not.
Everything was unknown.
He saw the many cultivators of Green Cloud Pavilion split into two groups, one lining up like livestock waiting for slaughter, and the other “supervising” their own sect mbers as they died like livestock.
In the past, they may have been close as family, but in this desperate situation, they were killing and betraying each other.
It was ugly, dangerous, and tragic.
He saw Feng Ming, with his hands and feet bound, trembling on the ground.
This wealthy young master, who was so full of talk in the past, had lost his father overnight and ruined his Sect.
From having everything to nothing.
He himself had beco a lamb to the slaughter.
Jiang Wang didn’t want to think about it.
But that voice seed still to echo in his ears —
“Song Hai, take with you and escape!”
Below Cloud Top Fairy Palace, the green cloud Qi grew denser.
Jiang Wang rembered living here for more than half a month.
Although he had another purpose, most of the people here had accepted him without knowing his intent.
Green Cloud Pavilion might never have been completely open with him, but it did indeed provide him with brief sanctuary.
Here, so had confronted him head-on, others had enjoyed pleasant conversations with him.
So had tried to please him, so had tried to trip him up, so had tried to buy him off, so had discussed swordsmanship with him, and still others had wanted to adopt him as their own…
The cultivators of Green Cloud Pavilion, like most people in this world, were not wholly vile, nor were they utterly virtuous.
They had their good and bad monts, their tis of kindness and monts of malice.
They too had fought over power and profit, and they had indeed loved each other genuinely.
They…
shouldn’t be wiped out.
And Green Cloud Pavilion hadn’t done anything deserving of annihilation.
If good and evil go unrewarded, then the universe must have its biases.
Jiang Wang, draped in Hidden Clothes, lay still and hidden in the shadows, feeling the “Technique Introducer” taking shape.
He could be silent; he could continue to stay silent.
These demons hadn’t noticed him now, and it would be difficult for them to later.
As long as he remained silent.
He could safely wait for these demons to leave before making his own safe escape.
He had many reasons to need “safety.”
He still had great vengeance to avenge, he had brothers and friends waiting for him, and he had to take care of the lovely Jiang Anan…
He could co up with ten thousand reasons.
But that was not an option.
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