Chapter 1512 (1511): The Grand Finale (Fourteen) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
Ji Moqiu is also under a lot of pressure.
So many eyes are on him.
Qi Shan processed the information more slowly than others, but his reaction was quick. He lunged forward, wanting to get clarification, but Ji Mo Qiu deftly stepped back, avoiding the sharp edge of his hand. Qi Shan paused, then decisively dropped his sword: [You just mentioned the lord?]
He stared intently at Ji Moqiu's mouth.
They were afraid of hearing any evasive or dismissive answers. Fortunately, Ji Moqiu wasn't like them; she didn't have the habit of keeping people in suspense. The High Priest nodded honestly: "Yes, I did sense Her Highness's presence just now. She definitely came."
Where is she now?
Qi Shan asked the question she most wanted to ask before anyone else could.
Your Highness is now omnipresent.
Although it was fleeting, he was certain that His Highness had returned to his place.
Ji Moqiu spoke the truth, but the officials in the tent looked as if the sky had fallen. Qi Shan stared in disbelief, staggering backward, regretting that he had lost his sword. He looked down to find it, but his vision was blurry and he couldn't focus. He even accidentally stepped on the sword before his eyes could find it. The others also looked utterly dejected.
Upon hearing the devastating news, I was overcome with grief.
Their faces turned ashen, and their throats tightened, leaving them speechless.
On this day, Luan Xin saw the most desperate color in the world in his eyes.
Woohoo—
Someone broke free of their restraints, and sobs began to rise from within the tent. When had Ji Moqiu ever witnessed such a scene? Men and women throughout the entire tent wept, but then they realized that His Highness's return to the throne was indeed good news worthy of joy, and weeping with joy was only human nature.
Ji Moqiu, being both sensitive and considerate, did not make a sound to disturb them.
The next second, he was dumbfounded.
A sudden, piercing scream came from the corner. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a yellow figure rise from the ground, rush towards his colleague with a sword at his waist, draw his sword in a flash, and shout through gritted teeth, "This wicked subject is incompetent and is willing to die for his lord!"
The land is sinking, and our lord has passed away.
Since dying sooner or later is the same as dying sooner or later, I might as well die now.
The mental pressure this month has been immense, so much so that many who knew the truth saw no hope of survival. Their only pillar of support has vanished, and there's nothing left to hold them back in this world. They might as well die sooner; perhaps their colleagues will at least collect their bodies.
Perhaps if I walk faster, I can catch up with the Lord.
This happened so suddenly that no one stopped it.
Gu Chi, the only one who heard Ji Moqiu's inner thoughts and realized the misunderstanding, was still far away. Being a frail scholar, how could he possibly grab the knife? He only had time to reach out and shout, "Stop—"
It's too late!
Gu Chi couldn't bear it and closed his eyes.
However, the expected bloody scene did not occur.
Even the woman who had pulled the knife to commit suicide didn't expect that, despite using tremendous force, the knife would slash her neck so hard it wouldn't even break the skin, and she wouldn't even feel any pain. She was stunned for a moment, then gripped the knife with both hands and slashed her neck back and forth.
The blade seemed to hit something hard, making a crunching sound.
She was ashamed and angry, she was filled with grief and indignation, she broke down, she stomped her foot and threw the knife to the ground, stomped on it twice, resolutely abandoned the self-restraint she had cultivated for more than 20 years, and cursed the owner of the knife: "Are you sick? You carry a fake knife on your waist all day long!"
Suicide requires courage.
To put it simply, it's intoxicating.
Once that initial rush passes, the person no longer wants to die.
She shoved aside the bewildered Zhao Feng and reached for the other people's knives. Everyone then reacted, and the second target, whose knife had been snatched, dodged to the side. Gu Chi, seeing this, stepped forward and held her down: "Calm down, everyone, calm down!"
How could the others possibly remain calm?
Qin Li and the others tacitly suppressed the heat in their eyes.
They used all their remaining rationality to suppress the urge surging in their chests. It wasn't that they didn't want to commit suicide to die for their lord; they had other considerations: "Our lord... has passed away far from home. As his subjects, how can we bear to see his lonely soul wander? Even if there are no remains, we should at least erect a cenotaph to preserve his posthumous honor... The calamity of world destruction is unstoppable, and we... don't even know how many days we have left to live. Please, gentlemen, do as you please."
In short, the makeshift troupe was disbanded on the spot.
Those with exceptional skills might be lucky enough to make it back to their families to say a few words, striving to avoid any regrets.
Upon hearing this, everyone prostrated themselves on the ground and wept bitterly.
While desperately holding down the old minister who was about to die for his lord, Gu Chi gritted his teeth, trying to tell the truth. He never imagined that one day he would be so overjoyed by good news that he would be momentarily speechless. He opened his mouth several times but couldn't utter a sound, and sweat beaded on his forehead as he became anxious.
Jimo Qiu: [...]
This chaotic scene doesn't look like tears of joy at all.
Gu Chi immediately cast a pleading look at him.
"What are you all doing?" Perhaps Ji Moqiu had finally received Gu Chi's distress signal, or perhaps the scene before him was too surreal, but the shy and reserved high priest couldn't help but speak up. He rested his hands on his knees, tilting his head in confusion.
Six words silenced everyone.
A colleague who had previously served in the Ministry of Revenue and had distinguished himself several times in supervising grain transport was furious. Pointing at Ji Moqiu's nose, he cursed: "What a heartless, cold-blooded, and ungrateful wretch! All the officials in the Ministry of Revenue unanimously recommended you to serve the Emperor! Now that the Emperor has passed away, you show not a trace of grief! You are truly, truly disappointing!"
[...Who ascended the throne? His Highness is well.]
Everyone: [...]
Their emotions were like a roller coaster malfunctioning at its highest point. Their self-restraint, cultivated over half a lifetime, had reached the level of tourists hanging upside down on the roller coaster. Their desire to kill Ji Moqiu had reached its peak! Ji Moqiu recalled the few words he had just said and realized that he should have conveyed them correctly.
Her emotions, fluctuating wildly, made her reaction slow. Qi Shan's movement of crouching down to pick up the sword faltered halfway. Hearing this, she abruptly threw the sword away, grabbed Ji Mo Qiu's shoulder tightly, and gritted her teeth, saying, "You—tell me everything clearly, without pausing for breath!"
He's putting his words out there now!
I hate people who only say half of what they mean or whose words are ambiguous!
Jimo Qiu: [...]
Chu Yao carefully put the heart he had just lifted back into place: [Just now, the young master of Jimo said… what did you mean by "my lord is omnipresent"?]
[Your Highness's divine sense can reach the ends of the earth in an instant.]
Ji Moqiu said, "What else could this be but omnipresent?"
After thinking about it, I realized I wasn't wrong.
Everyone: [...]
Qi Shan strained, veins bulging on his forehead: "Ji Moqiu, you say she's still alive? I don't believe it! Unless she shows herself now!"
If the Lord were alive, he would not fail to appear.
Your divine thoughts can reach the ends of the earth, why not let me know you're safe?
Qi Shan's words also reminded the others, who all cast suspicious glances at Ji Moqiu. Ji Moqiu felt a chill run down his spine under their gazes, and he had a premonition that if he didn't answer this question well, every single one of these people in the tent would kick him.
【that……】
Ji Moqiu nervously swallowed his saliva.
He swore he'd never been this nervous or anxious, not even when His Highness had given him one-on-one instruction before. His Highness wouldn't hit him, but this person in front of him would!
【…Gentlemen, do you think it's possible that His Highness's first priority upon returning to the throne is to repair the collapsed four pillars?】 This is like the pillar of the family returning from working away from home, only to find the thatched hut collapsed, the walls cracked, and it's still raining heavily.
If we don't think about repairing it now, are we just going to let the strong winds and torrential rain wash away the remaining dilapidated houses?
Everyone: [...]
At that moment, cheers erupted outside.
Everyone could clearly feel that the light coming in from outside the tent was much brighter.
Thick, dark clouds, almost pressing down on the ground, slowly rose into the sky. It seemed as if an invisible hand was parting the clouds to allow sunlight to stream in through the gaps. In less than fifteen minutes, the sky returned to its azure hue, clear and cloudless for miles.
[Report—]
Another scout outside the camp brought back news.
Fortunately, all the news is good.
Just as they were wondering if they were dreaming, loud "waaaah!" sounds came from inside the tent behind them, and everyone hurriedly went back. Just then, they saw a giant red flower bud unfold, and a chubby little girl with fair skin and pinkish hues rolled out of the stamen.
The little girl wore a high ponytail and a red bellyband.
It doesn't look like a newborn; it looks like it's turned one year old.
She collapsed to the ground, crying her heart out.
Shen Tang had no idea that her beautiful little figure was involved in a group fight.
She's playing in the mud right now.
She had just hastily scanned the outside world with her divine sense and found that although things were chaotic, fortunately, it was not beyond repair. Reassured, she withdrew her mind and returned to her original position. When she opened her eyes, she saw the woman who was watching the drama unfold... no, it should be said that her third sister, with whom she had an old grudge, threw her a shovel.
The third brother gloated: "Get to work."
Shen Tang rubbed her throbbing temples.
The memories of these past years, along with even more distant ones, collided the moment she awoke. Her obsessive side fought fiercely with her benevolent side, while only her malevolent side lurked in a corner, coldly observing her split personality. Therefore, her mind was in complete turmoil.
Even in chaos, I still remember what I'm supposed to do.
She sighed, "What kind of fate do I have?"
Shen Tang originally had no name, born and nurtured by nature; her true form was a vine that grew around a rock. This vine had no intelligence, nor could it possibly develop one, because the land that nourished her was an ancient battlefield, where countless lives were buried beneath every inch of the earth.
Time flies, and the world changes.
The ancient battlefield has also been transformed into a pristine land by the cleansing influence of the heavens and earth.
One day, a group of tiny people migrated from afar, struggling to make a living. They brought fresh water from the nearest tributary, which gathered into a stream beside the vines and trees. The tiny people helped the vines and trees clear away stubborn rocks and bones, and in return, the vines and trees nourished the spiritual plants they cultivated, offering leaves with healing properties.
Smaller groups are gradually increasing in number.
Their joys and sorrows almost all occurred around the vines and trees.
This vine, without anyone knowing when, has also developed a wisp of sentience.
While intelligence didn't make Fujiki any more powerful, it greatly improved her communication efficiency with these little people. As Fujiki appeared more and more frequently in their culture, she was gradually revered as a deity. One day, strange phenomena occurred in the heavens and earth, and all things grieved.
A sage has fallen.
Thousands of little people prostrated themselves on the ground and wept bitterly.
But the little man's crying stopped abruptly.
Suddenly, their desolate land was bathed in a myriad of radiant lights and auspicious clouds, with countless spiritual creatures swirling in the heavens—clearly an auspicious sign celebrating the birth of a sage. In the ancient world, countless beings looked up at the sky, bewildered by this strange spectacle, a stark contrast between joy and sorrow.
Thus, Shen Tang became Shen Tang.
She felt no joy whatsoever.
Well, she doesn't even have emotions.
Plants and trees have no feelings, so how can they feel sorrow for their kind?
They simply saw their future in the merciless arrangements of fate.
Perhaps one day in the future, she too will be rejected by the Heavenly Dao, and no sooner will she be gone than the Heavenly Dao will happily welcome a new one to take her place. This belief is deeply rooted in her heart, like a seed sleeping in a dark corner, until one day it is nourished and sprouts.
"...So, I am depressed."
In order to deal with the mess left by Yunda and the central branch of the society, Shen Tang had to transform into his original form, a giant vine that could blot out the sky... or rather, a vine tree, which was cramped and curled up in this small space. He used countless roots that were tens of thousands of feet thick as ropes to hold the four broken pillars tightly. With a little force, he pulled the four pillars that were falling back, fixed them, and then repaired them.
Shen Tang was holding a shovel and cement...
Um, it's Hegongde Cement.
Countless golden rays of merit stirred the paste that Shentang had produced from its root system. After mixing it thoroughly and seeing it was ready, it shoveled it onto the cracks in the four pillars. To ensure the quality of the repair, Shentang even used its root system as the steel frame of the four pillars, guaranteeing that they wouldn't explode after being patched!
It's stable and gives me a lot of peace of mind.
Let alone one Yunda, even ten wouldn't make a difference.
The third brother, feeling awkward about just standing by and doing nothing, revealed his true form and offered a helping hand. Oh no, the third brother's true form has four hands, so he offered eight hands in total. The work efficiency definitely increased considerably. But just working was rather boring, so the two started chatting.
This is also one of the few times they can have a calm and peaceful conversation.
He cursed the heavens, the earth, and the tenth brother.
The third brother expressed his full understanding of Shen Tang.
Generally, the fall and rebirth of a sage ruler occur at intervals, not on the same day, which would make the Heavenly Dao seem heartless and cruel. The Heavenly Dao is like a twisted parent with a perverse desire for control, exploiting, oppressing, and manipulating its children without a shred of compassion. If a child is valuable, great; if not, discard them and create a new one. Perhaps convinced that Shen Tang's true form was a vine, devoid of heart and emotion, the Heavenly Dao made no attempt to conceal it that time.
Little did they know, Shen Tang had a premonition about the future from the very beginning.
A pessimistic undertone, the heavy pressure of survival, and the weight of responsibility on her shoulders meant that her long life was filled only with tedium and tedium. Her only joy and only wish was to nurture these little people who were a constant presence in her life, like a stream.
She is willing to give all the favors she can afford.
But all of this is not allowed. If Tiandao were a parent, he might be able to use social media accounts and post a message on Xiaohongshu asking for help—"Sisters, what should I do if my daughter is obsessed with pets?"
Shen Tang felt more and more restrictions from the Heavenly Dao.
Even if she argued with Heaven, it was to no avail.
The arrogance of Heaven prevented Him from comprehending Shen Tang's feelings at that time. He did not believe Shen Tang possessed such rich and vibrant emotions; Teng Mu was inherently heartless and emotionless. He only knew that—the work He had placed high hopes on had disappointed Him again, but He still wanted to make amends.
It's all the fault of these ants.
Once they're gone, Shentang will naturally return to normal.
These ants, under Shen Tang's wing, enjoyed far too much fortune that shouldn't have appeared or been enjoyed in their species' destiny.
They must be old things that have naturally disappeared into the long river of time.
His patience until now is an act of mercy and justice.
result--
Fate dealt another heavy blow to the heavens.
The calamity that Shen Tang should face is destined to befall this old clan.
The Way of Heaven: [...]
The sky has fallen!
Having a pet is one thing, but developing a romantic relationship with it?
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(End of this chapter)
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