The Bright Moon In The Sky

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The rain at the town had stopped for a long time. Yet, the sky above the town was still cloudy.

The Steel Arrow penetrated right into the ground. No one knew how long it took to finally stop. Although the quake that had extended to the ground was minimal, the field outside of the town started to shake vigorously. The wilted saplings wobbled while the water spilled out of the stream. The quake had radiated to the town, causing the already worn out houses to collapse.

The next moment, the quake seemed to have affected the night sky, agitating the grey and dense clouds. Just like the boiling water, it seethed persistently without any sign of dispersing, resembling an agonized human's face.

Along with the earthquake, the Drunkard's body decomposed rapidly. Or more precisely, his body was cremated as it turned into yellow sand-like ashes. Then, it was blown away by the wind and disappeared into the night sky.

Looking at this scene, Ning Que recalled the natural phenomenon that happened many years ago when he opened the Bright Volume of The Tomes of Arcane at the wasteland. That was when he realized what the Drunkard's murder could mean to the world.

Yet, he was puzzled and failed to figure out the reason the Drunkard's body turn into sand-like ashes. Sangsang was the only person who knew what was happening. Since a long time ago, the Drunkard had already outclassed a normal human being. In other words, he was no longer human.

The Drunkard was never an ordinary cultivator, he was a Grand Cultivator. In fact, the Headmaster of Academy, Buddha, Ke Haoran, the Abbey Dean, or any other titles of the same rank, even the Grand Cultivator was not sufficient to describe him.

He came from a far-off place alongside the Butcher. They arrived at this world before Buddha did. Ranging from the Headmaster of Academy and Abbey Dean from thousands of years ago to Ke Haoran from tens of years ago, they were all his juniors. He and the Butcher were the real deal, they should even be called as the legend. He had lived for countless years and it would seemingly last forever.

But tonight, he died.

The man, who was deemed immortal, was dead, implying that nothing was definite between life and death. Ning Que did not spend extra time and energy to think about this incident. He walked toward Chao Xiaoshu directly, then landed his gaze on Sangsang.

The sword borrowed by Liu Bai had penetrated Chao Xiaoshu's body. This was a trap set up by the Academy many years ago. It was well known Chao Xiaoshu would definitely die once the trap was triggered. However, as nothing is definite between life and death, it is not certain that Chao Xiaoshu would die. Ning Que thought, I'll completely trust it even if it's destined too.

At this moment, he did not believe in fate at all because Sangsang was standing right next to him.

"Can he be healed?" Ning Que asked Sangsang. With a glance, she was able to heal the Headmaster of Academy, who was hurt by Ning Que, and Ning Que, who was badly injured by Sangsang. Similarly, she cured Xiong Chumo who was crippled with his hand broken. Regardless of the severity of the injuries, she was able to completely recover them with merely a look. Although he knew that Sangsang, with her current ability, was nowhere close to Haotian, he still had high expectations of her.

"This would be difficult to treat even with my previous abilities." Sangsang walked toward the cracked stone step to look at Chao Xiaoshu who was covered in blood. She said expressionlessly, "To be frank, Liu Bai's attack with the sharp sword was too damaging. Chao Xiaoshu has been severely wounded."

Ning Que remained silent. He held Chao Xiaoshu's hand as his eyes were misted by sorrow. With a pale face, Chao Xiaoshu looked at him as he strained to put on a smile0. He had no intention to leave his last words before he passed on. As long as The Tang and the Academy could claim the ultimate triumph, he believed that everything and everyone he was worried about would be taken care of in the best interest. Therefore, why would he not be rest assured?

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