sinovels Chapter 50 Go to Yuquan Mountain, go do what you've been doing all these years! I'll be th
Chapter 50 Go to Yuquan Mountain, go do what you've been doing all these years! I'll be th
Faced with Zhao Gongming's almost tangible killing intent, he questioned him.
Master Yu Ding remained calm, slowly waving his whisk.
"Junior brother, you're overthinking it."
"This humble Taoist has come here..."
He paused, his eyes lowered slightly.
His gaze pierced through the sea of clouds, landing on the silver-robed figure kneeling amidst the bloodstains, and he spoke with a complex tone.
"It's just to protect this disciple who's so obsessed with his beliefs."
"As for his choice..."
Master Yu Ding slowly raised his head.
He stared directly at Zhao Gongming, who exuded a menacing aura and appeared as if facing a formidable enemy.
Each word, like metal striking the ground, resounded through the heavens.
"Whatever he chooses—"
"I will protect him completely."
Zhao Gongming narrowed his eyes slightly.
He stared intently at his usually low-key senior brother, remaining silent for a moment.
The twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls surrounding him still hung in mid-air, spinning around.
However, the overwhelming sense of oppression that seemed capable of destroying the world was somewhat subdued.
The two powerful beings stood facing each other silently in the clouds.
After a while.
The two of them lowered their eyes simultaneously in perfect unison, looking down at the mortal battlefield below.
……
On the battlefield between the two armies.
The gale seemed to freeze, and the yellow sand hung suspended in the air.
Gu Xuan knelt down on one knee in front of Yang Jian.
A large, rough hand gently rested on Yang Jian's head.
He looked at Yang Jian quietly.
In my memory, there was that four or five-year-old, exquisitely beautiful, innocent child...
The image gradually overlapped with that of the boy in front of her, whose eyes were red and whose face was streaked with tears.
Gu Xuan suddenly chuckled softly.
The laughter was very soft, yet it possessed an unyielding tenderness.
"You've really grown up..."
"Everyone knows to only report good news and not bad news."
Upon hearing this, Yang Jian paused for a moment.
The tears he had just managed to suppress with all his might surged up again in an instant.
Gu Xuan gently patted his head.
His gaze, however, passed over Yang Jian's head and suddenly fell upon the desolate city of Xiqi in the distance.
On the city wall, Li Jing, Jiang Ziya, and countless Xiqi soldiers and disciples of the Chan Sect were staring intently at this place.
Gu Xuan remained silent for a moment.
He turned back and looked at the Shang army camp behind him.
Hundreds of thousands of black-armored soldiers from the Great Shang Dynasty and the four generals of the Demon Clan were also watching them with bated breath.
Two completely different camps.
Two paths that are incompatible.
And all of this...
Simply because of him, the "elder brother," and because of this absurd reunion...
If Erlang were to follow him.
What will happen next?
He will be forced to become an enemy of Xiqi and his own sect.
He would be permanently labeled a "traitor" and subjected to endless persecution by the Chan Sect.
But without this absurd reunion...
He is still the Pure Source Wonderful Way True Lord who achieved sainthood in the flesh, and the future Heavenly Court's judicial god who obeys orders but not summons, Erlang Manifests Saint True Lord!
Gu Xuan remained silent for a long time.
He took a deep breath.
Suppress the tenderness and throbbing in my chest little by little.
He slowly lowered his head, looking up at Yang Jian who was still kneeling on the ground, gazing up at him, and said in a slightly trembling voice.
"Jiro..."
"Let's go back to... Yuquan Mountain."
The words fell.
Yang Jian was struck dumb, completely frozen in place.
He looked up in a daze, the burning light that had just appeared in his eyes turning into disbelief.
"What...?"
Gu Xuan's voice was very soft.
But it exudes an unyielding determination.
"Go back and focus on your cultivation, and protect your little sister."
"Go do what you've been doing all these years."
Yang Jian shook his head violently, his voice trembling, even tinged with panic.
"No!"
"Big brother, I've been looking for you for so long—"
"I can't—"
"You must go back!"
Gu Xuan's voice suddenly rose in pitch.
Yang Jian was stunned, staring blankly at him.
Looking into his red eyes, Gu Xuan softened his tone again, speaking earnestly.
"I am Gu Xuan, and also Yang Jiao."
But in the end…
"It's Gu Xuan."
"It is Gu Xuan of the Great Shang Dynasty."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the fluttering banner bearing the character "Gu" from the Shang army behind him.
"I have my own path to walk, and you have yours."
"Erlang, you're not the little kid who used to cry and hide behind me whenever there was thunder anymore."
"You have your own school of thought, and your own responsibilities."
Gu Xuan looked at Yang Jian's puzzled eyes, sighed softly, and uttered his last words.
"I can't ruin you."
Upon hearing these words, Yang Jian abruptly lowered his head.
His broad shoulders trembled slightly in the cold wind.
There was a very long silence...
I don't know if she was crying or desperately suppressing something.
Much later.
Yang Jian slowly raised his head.
Her eyes were still red, with traces of tears that hadn't dried.
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But the light in his eyes became brighter than ever before.
"you say......"
"You are Gu Xuan, and you are also Yang Jiao."
"Then let me ask you—"
Yang Jian stared intently into Gu Xuan's eyes and asked, word by word.
"Will Yang Jiao abandon Erlang?!"
Gu Xuan was taken aback.
It felt like something had hit my heart.
Yang Jian did not stop.
His voice trembled, but he spoke each word with emphasis and clarity.
"Back when the heavenly army besieged the mansion, you stood in front of me and my little sister all by yourself."
"You said that as long as you're still standing, you won't let anyone hurt a single hair on our heads."
"Now--"
"Let me go back, let me devote myself to cultivation, and let me protect my little sister."
Yang Jian took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.
"And what about you?!"
"You're all alone here!"
"I'm going back—"
"Who will protect you?!"
The last sentence.
Yang Jian practically roared it out.
The roar echoed across the empty plain, causing the sand and dust to swirl around it.
Gu Xuan stood frozen in place, stunned.
He looked at the young man in front of him, whose eyes were bloodshot and veins were bulging.
In an instant...
He couldn't utter a single word.
Yang Jian looked at him, and hot tears fell again.
He paused, then forcefully wiped away his tears.
"My master's school has been kind to me."
"But if I just stand here and watch you, brother, standing here all alone..."
"What's the point of all this profound skill and cultivation I've acquired?!"
"Big brother, you were the one who protected me back then."
"Now--"
Yang Jian gritted his teeth and spoke each word with utmost deliberation.
"It's my turn to protect you!"
In an instant, a fierce wind howled again in front of the two armies.
Gu Xuan looked at Yang Jian's face, which was full of stubbornness and determination.
He opened his mouth, wanting to use even more heartless words to drive him away.
But looking into those sincere eyes...
Gu Xuan couldn't utter any harsh words.
He simply sighed helplessly and slowly raised his hand.
Just like many years ago, with a hint of doting, he ruffled Yang Jian's hair.
"Just as silly as when I was a kid."
Upon hearing this...
Yang Jian's tears fell even more fiercely.
But he was laughing, laughing like a child.
……
High in the sky, deep in the clouds.
Zhao Gongming looked at the scene on the ground.
There was silence for a moment.
With a wave of his sleeve, the twenty-four Sea-Stabilizing Pearls transformed into streaks of dark yellow light and disappeared into his sleeve.
Then he turned his head and looked at Master Yuding opposite him, speaking in a calm tone.
"Senior brother, it seems your disciple..."
"I've already made my choice."
Master Yuding neither refuted nor spoke.
He simply lowered his eyes, looking at the silver-robed figure on the ground, his gaze extremely complex.
Much later.
He sighed softly.
The figure gradually faded and slowly disappeared into the sea of clouds.
Only a faint echo lingered in the clouds.
"Foolish child..."
......
on the ground.
Yang Jian was laughing for a while when he suddenly paused.
"Big brother."
Gu Xuan withdrew his hand and looked up at him.
Yang Jian's expression became somewhat complicated, and he hesitated to speak.
"What's wrong?" Gu Xuan asked softly.
Yang Jian remained silent for a moment.
He turned to look at Xiqi City behind him.
On the city wall.
The figures of Li Jing and his men still stand, their banners fluttering in the wind.
But the entire city was shrouded in a deathly silence.
"Big brother..."
"I need to go back to Xiqi."
Gu Xuan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Back to Xiqi?"
Yang Jian nodded heavily, his voice becoming deep and suppressed:
"Nezha..."
"It's still there."
He paused.
The image of Nezha risking his life for him flashed through my mind.
A deep sense of self-reproach flashed in his eyes.
"Nezha did it for me..."
Yang Jian didn't finish speaking.
He lowered his head and remained silent for a moment.
Then he took a deep breath and clenched his fists.
"If we leave him alone in Xiqi, I'm afraid he'll be even worse off than I was back then..."
"It will be even more difficult."
After saying that, Yang Jian suddenly stood up.
He was facing the direction of Xiqi City.
"I want to..."
"Bring it back!"
Gu Xuan looked at him quietly.
After a moment of silence, he spoke.
"Go."
He paused, his voice very soft.
"I'm right here."
"Wait for you."