Chapter 240
Yan Wushuang glanced back at Chu Tianque and Xue Zhenchuan, then suddenly pulled Zheng Fa a few steps away, tossing out several soundproof talismans as if to say something privately.
“Brother Zheng, I’ve made up my mind.”
“Ah?”
Zheng Fa looked a bit confused.
“I want to inherit the will of our ancestor, to cleanse the universe and restore order!”
“Wait a minute…” Zheng Fa raised his hand to stop him, thinking for a moment before saying, “The Tianhe Sect has betrayed the Tianhe Patriarch.”
“Exactly.”
“Your father is the leader of the Tianhe Sect.”
“Right.”
“So you want to kill your father?”
“Well… not necessarily.”
“Do you really want to?”
Seeing Zheng Fa’s question, Yan Wushuang felt a pang of bitterness: “I just want to reform the Tianhe Sect. If my father is willing to join me, that would be great…”
“Brother Zheng, you don’t understand. I’ve grown up hearing the name of our ancestor, always proud to be a descendant of the Patriarch.”
Yan Wushuang’s voice was filled with exhaustion.
“Then Han Lao told me that our Tianhe Sect is a traitor…”
“So that’s why you…” Zheng Fa recalled that Yan Wushuang hadn’t come to the Tianbei last time.
“To be honest, Brother Zheng, I’ve had thoughts of ending it all.”
“…”
Zheng Fa felt a twinge of sympathy; this was the downside of the Tianhe Sect’s educational model.
Every disciple of the Tianhe Sect found it hard not to take pride in the Tianhe Patriarch.
But once they discovered the truth—well, that was a complete collapse of their worldview.
“However, Han Lao has been advising me, and I’ve thought it through!” Yan Wushuang’s tone became more spirited. “Our ancestors of the Tianhe Sect made mistakes, and I’m here to correct them!”
“The will of our ancestor has been forgotten, and I will inherit it!”
“I also want to reform the Tianhe Sect, to research new methods, and open a new path for the Xuanwei Realm.”
Zheng Fa nodded repeatedly, praising, “Brother Yan, your words ignite my passion; I can hardly…”
“Then join me.”
“Ah?”
Zheng Fa shut his mouth, his face a mask of calm.
“I’ve thought it through. At first, we can’t make a big fuss about it, but I happen to have a small organization and some friendly Daoist companions. We can subtly influence things, searching for the inheritance of our ancestor while also looking for like-minded individuals.”
Zheng Fa pondered for a moment; what he meant was—
To transform his little organization from a perverse hobby club into a death-seeking vanguard?
“Brother Zheng, you’re the first person I thought of!”
Yan Wushuang looked at Zheng Fa with sincerity.
“I just have one question.”
“Please, go ahead.”
“How many masters do you have? I mean, how many Huashen?”
“None.”
“How many Yuanying?”
“Also none…”
Zheng Fa fell silent for a moment, then asked, “How many people do you have now?”
“With you, we’ll have two!”
“Goodbye!”
To be honest, while Zheng Fa and Yan Wushuang had different details in their plans, there was still room for collaboration.
At least they were on the same front!
But this Yan Wushuang…
If the Tianhe Sect came after them.
Seeing Yan Wushuang, they might say a few words: the leader’s son can still be saved; take him back for proper education.
But seeing Zheng Fa, it would be—
A wicked outsider, not worth mourning!
…
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 227: Days Like a Dream
“Brother Yan, about this matter…” After thinking for a while, Zheng Fa shook his head, “I can only apologize.”
Yan Wushuang was a good person; perhaps his ideas were a bit naive, but he could still be considered a conscientious cultivator.
Zheng Fa knew that people like him were probably rare in the Xuanwei Realm.
Especially considering his background—put bluntly, he was a beneficiary of the immortal sect system.
How many people would want his identity as the son of the Tianhe Sect leader?
Regardless of whether his ideas were impulsive, they still earned Zheng Fa’s recognition, even a bit of respect.
But… revolution isn’t a dinner party, is it?
Zheng Fa could only offer everything except practical support.
Zheng Fa’s straightforward refusal dimmed Yan Wushuang’s expression.
“Brother Zheng, you don’t agree?”
“Who else wouldn’t agree?”
“Han Lao.”
Zheng Fa nodded slightly; the old man, the Remnant Sun Sword Immortal, may look like a grumpy elder, but he hadn’t done much over the years.
He probably understood the difficulties involved.
Seeing Yan Wushuang’s hurt expression, Zheng Fa could only shake his head.
After all, Yan Wushuang’s current status and resources were all due to his identity—if he really did what he proposed, all of that would become obstacles.
Though he believed he and Yan Wushuang shared a common goal.
Zheng Fa’s nature had always been to consider defeat before victory.
That’s why he thought of pushing forward with new methods only after gaining control of the Tianbei Realm.
He didn’t even think that mastering the Tianbei Realm would solve everything.
He actually had an unspoken suspicion about Han Lao’s words—Tianhe Patriarch also had a Tianbei.
In a sense, he was almost invincible.
Han Lao said the Tianhe Sect betrayed the Tianhe Patriarch—there was a lot of complexity in that. Given the Patriarch’s strength and the current state of the Xuanwei Realm, the betrayal of the Tianhe Sect could lead to such despair for the Patriarch.
It probably had something to do with the Tianbei Realm.
Thinking this way, Zheng Fa felt even more wary of the Tianhe Sect, unwilling to underestimate these people.
Seeing Yan Wushuang lost in thought, his expression grew more dejected, and he whispered, “Han Lao said to invite you…”
“What?”
“He said, if I want to succeed, my only hope is to invite you along.” Yan Wushuang explained, “Otherwise, there’s not a shred of hope.”
“Why does the Remnant Sun Sword Immortal value me so much?”
Zheng Fa frowned; he felt a bit wary of the Remnant Sun Sword Immortal, whose favor seemed to exceed even that of Xiao Yuying.
“He…” Yan Wushuang’s expression turned strange, “This matter is a secret of Han Lao’s; I can’t disclose it—especially not say it!”
Zheng Fa felt that Yan Wushuang’s emphasis on the word “say” was quite heavy.
“I can only say… Han Lao means you no harm; in fact, he sees you as the next ancestor!”
“Hmm?”
Zheng Fa was taken aback, but he saw Yan Wushuang shaking his head vigorously, seemingly unwilling to elaborate.
“Zheng Fa, do you have a plan for that matter?” Xiao Yuying’s voice came from behind them.
Zheng Fa knew she was referring to the demon clan’s attack on the Jiushan Sect; perhaps because Yan Wushuang was present, Xiao Yuying spoke vaguely.
“A plan?” Zheng Fa shook his head, “When the soldiers come, we’ll block them; when the water comes, we’ll cover it… Why are you asking this, Miss Xiao…”
Xiao Yuying tilted her head and said bluntly, “I was thinking, if the Jiushan Sect falls, you could come with me.”
“Ah?”
Zheng Fa didn’t expect another person to try to recruit him.
Yan Wushuang suddenly looked at Xiao Yuying, his face clearly saying—wait, are you trying to steal him too?
“I can protect you; I still have that ability…”
Zheng Fa frowned, “Miss Xiao, do you think their methods are not just targeting the Jiushan Sect’s base?”
Xiao Yuying replied, “If Zhang Wuyi were still here, and you were still here, I wouldn’t know how those people could sleep at night.”
Zheng Fa nodded slightly; he had considered this matter as well, but for now, he had no solutions.
With the help of the Thunder Pool, they might have a glimmer of hope…
…
In the Tianbei Realm, in the city of Banshan.
Xiao Qing walked cheerfully through the city, lightly inhaling the fragrant aromas wafting from various homes.
Fewer people were eating fish; everyone had grown accustomed to hard times and couldn’t bear to eat it every day.
But the joy at the dining table hadn’t diminished.
The conversations of adults, the rambunctiousness of children, and the crackling sounds of burning firewood all made Xiao Qing feel very happy.
In front of the temple, many people gathered; they knew that Lord Thunder liked peace, so they simply set up a few cushions outside the temple.
Every day, people came to worship, and the cushions were never empty.
A few elderly men sat under the eaves, chatting idly.
Xiao Qing approached them.
“Xiao Qing is here?” one of them chuckled, “Have you eaten?”
“I have!” Xiao Qing nodded lightly.
She wasn’t lacking in food.
“Good to hear; we’ve eaten too.”
The man replied, a hint of pride on his face.
But the other men wore similar expressions—eating seemed to be something worth boasting about.
“How many years have I lived? Thirty-four years.” The old man continued, “Not a single day has been as good as now.”
“Thanks to Lord Thunder.”
“Right.”
Xiao Qing smiled proudly.
“Fewer people have died in the past few months, right?” someone asked.
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