bookcurios Chapter 341 The Young Singer's Journey 10
Chapter 341 The Young Singer's Journey 10
"Wuxin is Ye Dingzhi's son!"
"And these two people came to take him back to the Outer Heavens?"
Everyone present paled instantly, their hearts churning with turmoil, unable to find peace.
Xiao Se remained as languid as ever, but a complex emotion flashed quickly in his eyes.
Lei Wujie seemed somewhat bewildered, looking at Wuxin with uncertainty in his heart.
Tang Lian, on the other hand, was a little agitated. Her chest heaved with a surge of blood and qi. If Tian Nu Rui hadn't been there to support her, she probably would have collapsed to the ground long ago.
Although they had vaguely guessed Wuxin's identity from Xiao Yu's conversation with the White-Haired Immortal, they were still shocked when they finally confirmed it.
Not everyone knows about Ye Dingzhi's past. But they all know that twelve years ago, Ye Dingzhi led the Demonic Sect's army on an eastern expedition, causing a bloodbath in the martial arts world. Countless people in Beili died or were injured, and Ye Dingzhi became a universally despised demon.
Mentioning Ye Dingzhi's name in Beili is enough to make people want to kill him, if not universally.
Their feelings toward Ye Dingzhi's son were also complex.
Although Wuxin was only five years old at the time, the grudges of the previous generation should not affect the next generation.
However, the damage Ye Dingzhi caused to Beili was too great. It was a catastrophe that almost overturned the entire martial arts world and the country, and its shadow still looms over the hearts of many people to this day.
They couldn't completely separate Wuxin and Ye Dingzhi, especially given that Wuxin was about to return to Tianwaitian to succeed as sect leader.
……
In the sky, white clouds drifted leisurely, oblivious to Xiao Yu's voice, which seemed to come from the horizon: "Have you decided what to choose?"
Wu Xin helped the white-haired immortal and the purple-robed marquis to sit down, a strange anger rising in his heart.
He longed to be able to decide his own fate, but this mysterious man, after severely injuring his two uncles, arrogantly bestowed upon him the right to choose, almost with a condescending air. This "gift," however, filled him with resentment.
Wu Xin sized Xiao Yu up and down, then deliberately provoked him, saying, "You let me choose for myself, but if I choose to stay in Beili, are you really capable of protecting me from everything in the martial world?"
Xiao Yu was unaware of the rebellious feelings that Wu Xin had been stirred up by his attitude. Perhaps he already knew, but he didn't care. He simply replied, "That's my business. You just need to make a choice now."
Wu Xin chuckled coldly, his tone laced with sarcasm: "You've got quite the big mouth. The twelve-year agreement to lock the mountains and rivers was a deal made by Baili Dongjun, the Great Lord of Snow Moon City, and various sects of the martial world. Now that the deadline has passed, even if I don't want to leave, I will have no choice but to go."
Xiao Yu frowned slightly, his patience gradually wearing thin during the conversation: "I told you, you don't need to worry about anyone, let alone any power, whether it's Snow Moon City, Peerless City, Dark River, or the Wen family, the Lei family, or even—Apocalypse City."
The moment the words "Apocalypse City" were uttered, everyone present was startled.
Tianqi City, the imperial city of Beili, the place where the emperor resides, how dare this person spout such nonsense?
Even Xiao Se's eyes flashed with a glint. Ever since the person in front of him appeared, he had been secretly speculating about the other party's identity and comparing the information he knew one by one, but he still came up with nothing.
However, he now had a vague understanding of the situation.
As Emperor Mingde's most beloved prince, Xiao Se was immersed in the power struggles of the royal family from a young age. Even though he has left Tianqi City and has picked up some of the habits of a江湖人 (jianghu person, a person from the martial arts world), his way of thinking is still based on the court's set of power and strategy.
Therefore, upon hearing the words "Tianqi City," Xiao Se immediately felt a strong intuition and almost instantly concluded that the person in front of him must be a member of the imperial court.
However, he was soon plunged into deeper confusion, wondering when such a mysterious figure had appeared in the court? Why hadn't any news come from the Hundred Knowledge Hall?
Who exactly is this person? And which faction is behind him?
White King? Red King? Or perhaps Father Emperor?
It seems that in the past four years, the various forces in Tianqi City have undergone tremendous changes.
Thinking of this, a trace of worry flashed in Xiao Se's eyes.
……
Wu Xin was taken aback by Xiao Yu's firm attitude. His eyes widened slightly, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart.
The raging anger that had been burning just moments before vanished without a trace, as if swept away by a gentle breeze. In its place came a subtle and complex feeling.
It rises quietly, yet remains elusive.
Just a moment ago, Wuxin felt as if a warm current had gently swept over his heart.
It's a sense of security that no matter what situation he's in, there's always someone silently supporting him and backing him up.
This feeling was both so strange and so familiar that it moved him deeply.
It was the feeling that no matter what he did, there would always be someone supporting him, which moved him deeply.
But this feeling was fleeting, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, brilliant but brief. Before one could savor it, it vanished without a trace, leaving only a faint sense of melancholy.
Wu Xin looked at Xiao Yu with a complicated expression, and his heart couldn't help but ripple: Could this person be like the great city lord of Snow Moon City, an old friend of his father?
Otherwise, how could anyone in the martial arts world possibly support the son of a demonic sect leader at all costs? Even at the cost of making an enemy of the entire martial arts world, and even the entire Northern Li?
"Young monk, be more decisive. Don't overthink things right now. Just ask your heart. If it wants to stay, then follow it," Xiao Yu said, looking at the darkening sky.
Follow your heart!
Upon hearing those four words, Wuxin felt a surge of intense emotion, and almost blurted out, "I want to stay..."
"Young Sect Master!"
The white-haired immortal suddenly interrupted Wuxin's words. He grabbed the purple-robed marquis and staggered to his knees: "Young sect master, the people of the Outer Heavens are eagerly awaiting... uh!"
Before they could finish speaking, a powerful force suddenly struck, sending both of them flying backward. Their chests felt as if they had been hit by a heavy hammer, and blood gushed out. They could no longer utter a sound.
Xiao Yu casually withdrew his hand, turned his gaze to Wuxin, and slowly said, "Don't consider anyone, and don't be held hostage by anyone's feelings. Stay if you want to stay, leave if you want to leave. Act according to your heart, and have no regrets afterward."
Wu Xin looked up at Xiao Yu, then turned to look at the white-haired immortal and the purple-robed marquis who were once again pinned to the ground, unable to speak but with expectant eyes.