Chapter 56056 Defective Products
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Outside the avalanche ruins covered with broken rocks and branches, a group of monks stood in formation.
The wind blowing with the snow passed through their sleeves, making the hems of their clothes rustle, but no one moved at all.
They remained silent until they saw the saint suddenly stop, his chin slightly raised, and his eyes, covered with cloth, seemed to look in a certain direction.
Everyone became more cautious and, when they carefully felt the sound, they could actually hear some rustling sounds, hidden under the sound of flying clothes, coming from deep within the collapsing snow layer.
It was as if something was struggling to break free from the heavy snow and escape from under the deep ice.
"Is she...coming out?"
After a trembling question came out from the crowd, all the monks looked towards the collapsed area.
Although she was lucky enough to kill Li Ruohui with the help of her evil power, the witch Zhuang Rong'er's ability was limited. Now, many days have passed, and she is still trapped in the killing formation that accompanied the death of the powerful man, and has no time to escape.
——Just as everyone has imagined the reasonable situation as described above, those who have never seen Zhuang Rong'er have also imagined the image of a witch in the conventional sense.
That must be a scary woman with heavy makeup, nails as long as claws, and an evil face.
She probably has a vicious look in her eyes, a scorpion tattoo, and is associated with all the sins in the world...
So when a pair of soft, white, tender hands, slightly blue from the frost, emerged from the snow, and then a woman with a beautiful face and a calm temperament crawled out, many people were stunned.
They watched helplessly as the woman in blue clothes stained with blood crawled out silently. Without even glancing at them, she turned around and "dug" out another arm that was obviously a man's from the snow. She lifted it onto her shoulder and tried hard to carry the man on her back.
While she was doing this, no one stepped forward to stop her.
Everyone was watching silently, including the "saint" in the front.
It wasn't until a disciple of Wanjian Mountain suddenly woke up from his stupor, his eyes fixed on the arm being held by Zhuang Rong'er, that he subconsciously said, "Could that be the Sect Leader? That demon woman is dragging the Sect Leader's corpse..."
"kill!!!"
Another Wanjian Mountain disciple's eyes flashed with grief. He raised his sword and was about to charge out, but someone in the crowd suddenly blocked his step and cursed softly, "Kill you!"
The disciple stumbled and fell to the ground, turning around angrily, but none of the countless people standing behind him looked at him.
Some of these people were wearing the clothes of Tianque Sect, some were dressed in the clothes of Yingyue Palace, and some were his fellow disciples. It seemed that none of them were the ones who attacked him.
He was filled with unexpressed anger, and all he wanted was to find the person who had assassinated him. However, no one looked at him. They were also in an uproar, but they clapped their hands on each other's shoulders and said, "Look—the Saint is making a move!"
We agreed to defeat the demon girl together, but are these people just here to watch the fun?!
The disciple who was tripped gritted his teeth and was burning with anger, but he could not help but follow the crowd and look back in the direction of the saint to see what action he would take. Would he pierce the witch with one sword?
His eyes were as bright as torches, but the torches seemed to be blocked by some mist, making it impossible for him to see the saint's expression.
He just guessed that the saint's expression was probably cold and contained a hint of compassion, a kind of compassion that looked down on those who followed the evil path.
He also anticipated the Saint's next move—he would take a step forward, blasting the snow away. The immense force of the impact would knock the demon girl over. Then he would fly over, press his sword against the demon girl's neck as she appeared in disarray, and speak:
"Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Sect Leader Li Ruohui was attacked by the power of the Abyss. His incarnation remained unchanged, endangering all living beings and spreading corpse poison..."
…! ?
No, that's not right, the disciple shook his head, the sentence he expected was clearly not like this!
How could he possibly harbor such outrageous fantasies? This was clearly an attempt to smear the Sect Leader!
And why did this sound seem so real…where did it come from?
As various gasps and groans were heard around him, the disciple froze. He belatedly realized something and stared in the direction of the saint in the distant sky with wide eyes.
The man's clear voice was so distinct that it drowned out all the noise and murmurs, disregarding distance, and delivering his words to the ears of everyone present.
He said, "Fortunately, Master Zhuang has wiped out the evil spirits and restored peace to this area."
...Zhuang Rong'er, destroy the evil demon?
...The evil demon, is it Li Ruohui?
“…”
Thousands of jaws dropped in shock, no one was speechless, and the most excited disciple didn't even blink.
They were all frozen in the falling snow, that's how it must be.
Or did the group fall into an illusion from the moment they entered the snow-capped mountains?
For the first time, the saint's words did not immediately receive an echo.
In this eerily quiet moment, the first sudden cry became particularly harsh.
A young female voice shouted from the back, "Master Zhuang is truly a man of great righteousness!"
When she finished speaking, no one reacted.
But then a hoarser female voice was heard, repeating her cry.
Afterwards, more and more people began to praise Zhuang Rong'er's feat in less certain voices.
And all this happened just because of one word from a saint.
Some people thought, yes, the saint had never personally convicted Zhuang Rong'er, it was the rest of them who had preconceived ideas and created misunderstandings.
More and more people thought this way, leaving only the disciples of Wanjian Mountain looking at each other in bewilderment.
One of them said with bloodshot eyes, "Impossible! How could the Sect Leader be related to Jiyuan? Big Brother, please say something!"
"Yes! I don't think the Saint has any idea what happened! The Master's soul lamp went out. It could only be caused by a treacherous person!"
"...Big Brother, why are you keeping silent?!"
"Senior Brother?"
“…”
The panicked denials of the Wanjian Mountain disciples were completely silenced, and the change in the wind direction would no longer be affected by their doubts.
Shu Qianhe finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing this scene. She had already broken out in sweat from fear. At this moment, she exchanged a glance with Wu Heng beside her, and both of them felt a little more at ease.
As the mastermind behind the previous incident that tripped up the disciples of Wanjian Mountain and the unknown junior who was the first to take the lead in responding to the saint, she believed that she was highly involved in the matter and that even her uncle's reaction was not as fast as hers.
But she knew very well that the sudden resolution of the crisis had nothing to do with them, and was entirely due to the so-called "saint" - the man who looked like Junior Brother Ah Huai, whose influence was terrifying.
"Uncle Master... is that really the real Jing Huai?" Shu Qianhe asked in a low voice with lingering fear.
Wu Heng shook his head, his brows furrowed tightly, and simply said, "I dare not say for sure...but, they are too similar."
"More like Jing Huai than the one that appeared in the illusion within the belly of the World-Devouring Whale?"
"There's no comparison at all!"
No crosswalk.
The Jing Huai in the illusion in his stomach was so poorly fake, but the one in front of him made him unable to distinguish him at all.
But Zhuang Rong'er must have been able to tell the difference. So what if this so-called "sage" had been recognized by the Tianque Sect? Had that group of people ever had close contact with Jing Huai?
The only person who had a say, Yu Huansheng, was also in seclusion recuperating from his injuries. He never showed up from beginning to end. The recognition that this saint received was indeed not authoritative enough.
If Zhuang Rong'er showed some abnormality later, he would dare to confirm whether it was Jing Huai and whether such an unimaginable thing as the resurrection of the stone statue really happened.
Wu Heng shifted his gaze to Zhuang Rong'er.
...But her behavior was really weird.
Not to mention that she had been trapped underground for many days and had no idea about the rumors of Jing Huai's resurrection. How shocked she must have been to suddenly see the "saint" standing in front of her. Just facing the "siege" of so many monks, she should have had some reaction, right?
No, not at all.
She crawled out of the snow, carrying a man whose face she couldn't see on her back, and staggered, step by step, towards the foot of the snow-capped mountain.
The man was much taller than her and was unconscious. He lay on her back as if he could crush her at any time.
And she never looked at these people during the whole process.
Including the "saint" who approached her, she just looked at him blankly for half a second, then passed by him without looking back.
Her ragged sleeve, blown by the wind, even brushed against the side of the "saint's" leg for a second.
"...What's going on?" Shu Qianhe thought something was wrong. Then she heard Wu Heng take a breath and purse his lips, saying, "Her eyes can't see...and her ears may not be able to hear either."
He spoke conservatively, but in his heart he judged that Zhuang Rong'er might have lost her five senses.
"Huh? How could this happen?! Is it possible to recover?"
"Perhaps it was caused by the avalanche. We don't know what happened to her before..."
"How can she return to the valley safely in this state? Should we go and help her?"
Shu Qianhe wanted to run past the crowd, but Wu Heng grabbed her arm and stopped her.
Confused and anxious, she followed her uncle's gaze and found that the "saint" was also looking in the direction where Zhuang Rong'er had left, with his head slightly tilted, as if he was a little confused.
Shu Qianhe suddenly noticed a faint crack on his cheek - like a stone sculpture that had been weathered by time and dried by the wind.
She blinked blankly, and the cracks disappeared again. The scene she just saw seemed like an illusion.
Shu Qianhe didn't understand what she was witnessing. Could it be a confirmation of the rumor of the "reincarnation of the stone statue"? She was about to tell Wu Heng about it when he said, "She has lost her five senses and will never allow anyone to get close to her."
Wu Heng explained, "If you and I go forward, it would be a small matter to attract attention, but it would be a big matter to trap them. We shouldn't interfere."
Shu Qianhe was interrupted by this and forgot what she wanted to say. She started to worry again: "...Then how will she find the way back to the valley?"
"The insect snake shares her bloodline, so its sixth sense is far more reliable than anyone else's." Wu Heng sighed, "This is the only way..."
The current situation is much better than what they had imagined before they arrived.
The monks who were crowded around the ruins of Wanjian Mountain found an empty space. There was no evil woman for them to fight, nor were there any leaders of the righteous sects who had died tragically waiting for them to seek justice. For a moment, most of them felt a little confused and empty.
Only then did some people come to their senses and listen carefully to the arguments of the Wanjian Mountain disciples. Just by looking at the reaction of the speechless eldest brother, many people realized that what the saint said was true. The disciple Li Ruohui might also be aware of the matter, and might even be involved in it and help the evil!
Everyone finally found an outlet for their anger, and without a saint to control the situation, the scene became increasingly chaotic.
However, a short man took advantage of this opportunity to quietly approach the saint.
He did not emerge from the crowd, but rather seemed to have emerged from the snow like Zhuang Rong'er.
If Wu Heng or Shu Qianhe had just raised their heads, they would have recognized that this man was the one who had attacked Yu Huansheng on the city wall of Zhaixing Town - he had appeared again in such a swagger.
Yu Huanye did not attract anyone's attention along the way until he arrived beside the saint. He stopped and bowed, looking very humble. The saint also lowered his head slightly to listen to him. This was a special treatment that no one else had received.
Yu Huanye said, "Hanzhou is plagued by corpse poison, and we need to use indigestible bones as medicine to detoxify it. However, Li Ruohui's spine was taken away by Master Zhuang. Why not ask a saint to come forward and get it back?"
The saint was silent for a moment, but replied, "That is hers."
“…”
Hearing this matter-of-fact rejection, Yu Huanye's hands, which were still bowing, froze a little, and he couldn't help but raise his head to look at the piece of cloth that was as white as snow.
He certainly couldn't tell the Saint's emotions from beneath that veil, his features were flawless and his expression impeccable.
"...That's all, then." Yu Huanye forced himself to raise the corners of his lips and responded in a low voice.
Before attracting the crowd's attention, he quietly retreated, all the way to an absolutely hidden corner. He looked up again at the "saint" who was supported by the world and born in Feiyuan Pavilion, but his eyes became extremely cold.
...defective products.
He defined it in his mind.
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