Chapter 319 Many Paths (Part Six) (Supplement) This is the person you wanted...
"Senior brother, is this the human realm you've been looking for?"
Li Changfeng sat in front of the astrolabe and waited silently for a while. When Ding Yi did not reply, he looked at the sword marks all over the room, threw away the long sword in his hand, picked up a wine pot, stood up, and stretched.
With a clang, the longsword fell to the ground, but it did not tilt. A few wisps of a majestic wind rippled around the scabbard, which just happened to hold the sword upright, exuding a sense of vastness and freedom.
The noise was quite loud, but it didn't attract Ding Yi's attention. Instead, it startled the other two people in the hall.
Li Changfeng glanced sideways and saw that the two were the princes who were still alive in the court and were of a suitable age. They were a little younger than Shen Qi, around fifteen or sixteen years old, but their courage and aura were not as good as ordinary people.
The human emperor had been reborn for many years after possessing another's body, and had long neglected the education of his offspring. The children he raised only knew how to curry favor, but had no courage whatsoever.
Seeing that Li Changfeng was looking at them with a bad expression, the two men felt a chill run down their spines. Remembering his earlier battle with Ding Yi in the room, they swallowed hard, pushed each other to the door, and whispered to Ding Yi from behind.
“Uncle.”
Ding Yi remained leaning on the railing, his gaze carrying an incomprehensible calm.
Lightning crackled across the sky, but the dampness had mostly receded. Countless golden threads emerged from his heart, winding their way up to the heavens and lifting up thick, dark, heavy clouds.
"Alright, stop yelling."
Li Changfeng had already stepped out the door and was standing behind Ding Yi, looking at the two of them.
“Go back to your mother clans. I have already told you everything that needed to be said. I even wrote it down in ‘Strategy’ for you in case you didn’t remember. That’s all I could do. What happens after that is up to you.”
He paused, then looked out at the sky: "However, whether there will be a future is another matter."
The two men looked even more tense. The two who used to fight to the death now looked at Ding Yi like fledglings, earnestly saying, "Father..."
For any prince, Ding Yi was both the imperial tutor and the father-in-law, and his status was no less than that of the deceased emperor.
From the beginning of the eternal night, whether it was treating the cold illness, issuing orders to various states, building medical tents, opening granaries to distribute food, preparing spirit jade, or deterring demonic beasts and opening the main city to accommodate refugees, Ding Yi was almost the sole coordinator.
Although not watertight, the situation has been brought under control to the greatest extent possible.
Without him, the world would have been in chaos from the very first month of the eternal night.
The current Taiwu Kingdom is almost entirely supported by Ding Yi alone.
However, with the end of the world approaching and chaos imminent, people are filled with fear and unease. The fact that the various states can still obey his orders for the time being is not because he has power, but because he is Ding Yi, the only remaining cultivator of the Wuwu realm among the human race who wholeheartedly stands with the mortals.
He was just half a step away from achieving sainthood.
He has enough ability, so people are willing to submit to him. If he were to relinquish his power, the current precarious order might change. After all, when faced with life and death, what do others care about the royal family in Luoyang, thousands of miles away?
Hearing the two men's increasingly faint calls, Ding Yi's expression finally changed for a moment.
His eyebrows twitched slightly, and he turned to look at the two of them. Just when they thought there was hope and their eyes lit up with relief, Ding Yi said, "Let's go."
The two were stunned. One of them stammered, "Father, is everything really coming to an end?"
For the first time, Ding Yi did not give an answer: "I don't know either. Maybe it will, maybe it won't. What will happen is beyond my control."
He turned back and looked at the sky: "My meager cultivation cannot last much longer. You have been raised in the harem since childhood and do not often reunite with your relatives. Take this opportunity to become ordinary people again and stay with your families."
Before the two could say anything more, Ding Yi raised his hand, and two rulers flew out of the room, lifting one of them up and sending them back to their respective residences.
The surroundings quieted down again.
Li Changfeng took a sip, the water splashing loudly. He clicked his tongue with relish, and a faint fragrance wafted out. The previously silent man reacted at this moment. Ding Yi raised his eyebrows slightly and turned to look.
"Why aren't you drinking alcohol? Instead, you're drinking honey water."
Li Changfeng chuckled: "A drunken stupor can dispel a thousand sorrows. If there are no sorrows, why bother with wine? Only those who are down on their luck drink. Those who are carefree should naturally taste something sweet. Strong liquor is harsh on the throat, while honey-brewed wine is much better."
A faint smile appeared on Ding Yi's face, whether from emotion or nostalgia, it was hard to tell: "He does have some of the look of when he first came down the mountain."
Li Changfeng bluntly replied, "You haven't left a trace of yourself."
Ding Yi didn't reply to him, but only sighed, "Going back to the beginning is a good thing."
Li Changfeng walked to the fence, looked out over the entire city of Luoyang, and then glanced at the gold thread on Ding Yi's chest. He crossed his arms, clicked his tongue several times, and scratched his head, seemingly annoyed but unsure how to deal with it.
"Are you really just going to stand here like this?"
I came to kill you before, but you didn't move. I attacked you with hundreds of swords, and you took them all, but you still didn't move.
Now that you've gathered this cloud, and that mad saintess is coming to kill you, are you still not moving?
She's not like me. We're both at the same level of selflessness, yet you're just standing there, wasting your cultivation. Do you think you can withstand even one blow from her?
Ding Yi shook his head: "She doesn't use her palm, she uses an arrow."
Li Changfeng clicked his tongue: "Is this the time to nitpick over words?"
Ding Yi chuckled, her expression softening somewhat: "You're always so straightforward, unable to hide anything. Back in the mountains, everyone liked to tease you, and I liked it too."
"If I can't catch her arrow, don't I still have you all?"
Li Changfeng didn't laugh when he heard this. He shook his wine gourd, looked at the fence, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Have you forgotten that I also came here to kill you?"
Whether it was helping the Human Emperor seize his body or conspiring with the esoteric sects, what you've done cannot be forgiven simply by calling him "junior brother."
Ding Yi still smiled: "Crime and punishment are both matters of the heart, and merit and demerit are left to the people. I have no expectation of atonement. Now that I am holding back these thunderclouds, you are doing this for the sake of the people, so shouldn't you protect me well?"
Moreover, you don't even need to draw your swords. When my spiritual energy is exhausted, I will naturally pass away without losing a single soldier. Wouldn't that be better?
Li Changfeng clicked his tongue again: "I'm bad with words, I should really let Lin Feiran debate with you again."
Ding Yi paused for a moment and said, "What is there to argue about? I did make a mistake. My mistake was not discovering the conspiracy of the cult and not realizing that this cold illness was related to them. I should have been alert when Bi Sheng gave me the prescription for treating the cold illness."
Having worked together for so many years, I was ultimately negligent. If I had known…
He paused, then didn't continue.
Li Changfeng looked up at the sky. The night wind was invisible, but that didn't mean it was completely hidden. They all sensed that strange spiritual power in the wind.
Some people are coming here without any attempt to conceal their intentions.
He suddenly realized something from those words: "Wait, you mean you think this is the only thing you did wrong?"
Ding Yi looked at the shimmering purple light and nodded, saying, "Yes."
"What about possession?"
Ding Yi did not shy away from the question: "Junior brother, if you want results, you must make sacrifices. If you want a method for mortals to generate spiritual veins, you can only try it with mortals. This is going against the will of Heaven, and you can't get results just by daydreaming."
I chose the Shentu lineage, which is indeed sinful, but I don't think I'm wrong.
"Can……"
"During the great war between the two worlds, you were young, but you were still a part of it. Didn't you ever feel that it was unfair?"
Every member of the demon race can cultivate, so when they invade the human realm, even the youngest child can be worth hundreds of people, and in the blink of an eye, they can trample countless people into mincemeat.
"Haven't you seen it too? The endless sea, tinged with a bloody red."
Before he could finish speaking, the strange spiritual energy emanating from him became more and more obvious. A cool breeze blew by, and a few laughs reached their ears.
"She's here."
Ding Yi looked down at Luoyang City, his tone very calm.
The city of Luoyang is somewhat crowded now, with many medical tents set up. In addition to the residents of Luoyang, these tents also shelter many refugees who have come here. Perhaps because Ding Yi is here, the city is not as desolate and fearful as other places, but rather has some vitality.
The healers traveled around, either consulting doctors or concocting medicines, while the people moved through the streets and alleys, either collecting medicine or getting food.
For a moment, it felt like stepping out of a bustling city.
Unnoticed by everyone, a pale purple figure appeared in the crowd. A white bird perched on her shoulder, its feathers not soft but gleaming with a metallic sheen that could even reflect the faces of passersby.
Occasionally, someone would glance at her, but they would quickly look away. There were far too many strange and beautiful cultivators like her coming and going in Luoyang City.
She didn't look at anyone, but stared straight ahead, moving through the crowd like smoke. One moment she was at the city gate, and the next she was on the main road, shifting like a shadow, heading straight for the palace in the center.
This is Luoyang, a city where there is almost no trace of esoteric Buddhism, so no one recognized her.
But as she passed a certain spot, Bi Sheng suddenly stopped and looked to the side.
Right next to this street, a light was still burning in front of an old mansion. Although there was only one light, it was enough to illuminate the plaque.
The Lin residence.
The old gate was surprisingly not decayed, and although the pillars in front of the gate were faded, they were still very clean, and traces of cleaning could be vaguely seen.
Bi Sheng stopped in front of the door, the white bird on his shoulder kept moving, but its movements were not smooth. Its iron-like feathers reflected the dim light in front of the door, showing an eerie quality.
This is where Jinlan recuperated for six years. It's so ostentatious, how come we didn't find it back then?
It wasn't that he couldn't find it himself; it was just that the Dao Lord hadn't said anything. He clearly knew all along, but never told anyone else, and just waited for Jinlan to find the Cloud Top Heavenly Palace time and time again.
"..."
She stood there for a moment, her smile gone. Just then, the old door made a sound, and she immediately looked over to see an old man walk out.
He carried a lantern, his figure already somewhat hunched. Bi Sheng, dressed in purple, was already difficult to distinguish in the darkness, so the old man did not notice her.
He slowly took down the dim lamp and replaced it with the one he was holding. Only then did he notice a person standing not far away.
He took a few steps forward with the lamp in hand and discovered that it was a young woman dressed very well, especially with an extraordinary white bird perched on her shoulder. He immediately knew that she was no ordinary person.
"Is there something you need, sir?"
Bi Sheng didn't step forward. Her face was half-lit and half-hidden. She patted the dust off her sleeves and asked, "Do you know Jin Lan?"
"Jin Lan?" The old man was somewhat confused. He had never heard of this name in the mansion. "This... Immortal Master, you must have the wrong person. This is the Lin Manor. There is no one with the surname Jin here."
Bi Sheng sneered. She had hidden it well; even the old servants in the manor didn't know her real name.
"Jin Lan is Lin Lang's wife."
The old man suddenly realized, and his expression softened considerably: "So it was the young general's wife... that's her name. Is the immortal a good friend of hers? She... she passed away many years ago."
Seeing his regretful look, Bi Sheng felt annoyed.
What's even more infuriating is that she arrived here first, at the Lin residence first!
She clenched her fists slightly, looked at the old man before her, and slowly let out a sigh of relief: "A friend? Of course, if I hadn't given her a ride, how could she have gone to paradise?"
The old man's expression hardened, and his voice turned colder: "Immortal, please be careful with your words."
“He is quite loyal.” Bi Sheng took a few steps forward and approached directly, but the old man did not retreat even half a step, only looking at her.
Bi Sheng said softly, "I'll spare your life for now. Remember to tell Lin Feiran to hold onto what she has and not to run away. Once I've dealt with Ding Yi, she'll be next."
The old man's expression changed, and just as he was about to say something, Bi Sheng turned and left without looking back, heading straight for the imperial city.
The Dao Lord opened a path for her at the Heavenly Palace on the Cloud Peak, allowing her to travel to almost any place in the world in an instant. Even if Lin Feiran knew her whereabouts, let alone that he was unaware of her location...
She thought of Fuyin's expression as she stepped into the passage, and couldn't help but sneer.
Even if Lin Feiran knew, no matter how fast he was on his sword, he couldn't possibly outrun her. Once she took down Ding Yi...
The Daoist Master is both right and wrong. She alone might not be a match for Lin Feiran and Ru Xian together, but what if Ding Yi were added to the mix?
As long as Lin Feiran lives, and Jin Lan never perishes, this hatred will never end!
...
Before the long railing, Ding Yi was still talking to Li Changfeng.
“Junior brother, after the great battle, our predecessors came up with three solutions. In fact, there were three paths to take, but I chose this one, and it has been a long time since I did.”
He raised his hand, and another ruler flew out of the room, landing behind Li Changfeng. Ding Yi continued.
"This is the path I chose, but it's not yours. Neither of us are her match. Let's go."
Just before the ruler was about to reach him, Li Changfeng suddenly raised his hand, and his long sword flew over, deflecting the ruler. Despite receiving such a move, he was forced back several steps.
"Senior brother..."
The star bells on the eaves rang, and a purple figure appeared on the railing not far away.
"You should listen to what your senior brother has to say."
Li Changfeng immediately hung the wine gourd on his waist, held his sword and looked over, only to see Bi Sheng looking quietly in this direction, with no smile on his face, only a hint of indifference and coldness.
Ding Yi immediately saw through the deception and asked nonchalantly, "You've been to the Lin residence?"
Bi Sheng frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed: "Yes, so what if he went? Ding Yi, for the sake of our years of working together, I can let him off the hook."
Ding Yi lowered her eyes: "Then thank you very much. However, we don't have much of a relationship right now, do we?"
“Having been reborn multiple times, I never realized that this cold illness was related to the Dao Lord. Now that the Reincarnation Pearl has also been taken by you, it has all come full circle and it has become the Dao Lord’s business.”
Bi Sheng took a step forward, and a whirlwind suddenly rose around him.
"Your wish from back then has already been fulfilled by the Dao Lord. You have cultivated to this day with a mortal body, haven't you? Today I will take your life, so do not hold any resentment in your heart."
Ding Yi looked up at the sky: "But there is only one Revolving Pearl in the world. I still failed on this path."
The way of Heaven is so unfair; there are immortal cultivators, yet they are still left in the mortal world.
"Below the immortals, what is the point of mortals..."
Li Changfeng looked at him and remained silent for a moment.
“It’s unfair because there is no Heavenly Way!” Bi Sheng suddenly spoke up.
"Further words are useless. When you stopped the Dao Lord's tribulation clouds, you should have expected this day to come."
She raised her hand, and the white bird immediately took flight, causing a surge of energy around her. Amidst this surge of spiritual power, a silver bow appeared in her palm.
Author's Note: [Heart emoji]
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