Chapter 31: Old Books in Exchange for a New Day
Soon after, the voice rang out once more.
It was still four words, four stars, one coordinate.
"Su Shu, Tan Wei."
The Falling Rain Whip in Luoluo's hands complied with the directions, the raindrops and the wind completely condensing into a straight line in the darkness. The sword intent of Mount Zhong, the condensed wind and rain, as if disregarding time, accurately stabbed at that point in the night sky.
It was nothing but pitch-black darkness, but when the Falling Rain Whip stabbed, it came away once more with a spurt of blood and a groan of pain! Different from that cry of pain carrying shock and anger, this groan was more perplexed, and even faintly fearful!
Luoluo felt her true essence swiftly circulating through her body. It was clearly not flowing through the meridians required by the sword manual, yet it was still able to arrive at the hand holding the whip, and it even seemed more boundless than when she normally practiced.
This confused her, but she felt even more elated.
In the following period of time, that voice would continuously ring out, at times speaking from the sword manual of the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong, telling her which technique she should use. At times, it would speak of how she should circulate true essence, yet these instructions were clearly different from what was laid out in the sword manual. Most of the time was spent with the names of the stars in the night sky.
As she listened to this voice, Luoluo felt like she had returned to when she was very young, together with her father atop a stone plateau as he pointed at the drifting clouds on the horizon and spoke of how to fight. Her emotions began to grow calmer and calmer, more and more cool-headed. She simply stopped thinking, letting her spiritual sense go where it wished. The Falling Rain Whip howled through the air like an extremely sharp longsword, continuously stabbing at the darkness!
Crackcrackcrackcrack. Countless collisions rang out through the seemingly empty darkness, the sound of the tenacious and terrifying Falling Rain Whip lashing against a person's body. It was followed by several dozen pieces of cloth dancing in the wind. When these pieces of cloth fell to the ground, it could be seen that they were all black.
Swishswishswishswish. The forward half of the frenziedly dancing Falling Rain Whip was already dyed red, countless spurts of blood having sprayed out from the darkness, yet the person injured could not be seen. It was like some invisible brush, dipped in ink ground from cinnabar, was wildly scribbling in the darkness, an exceptionally eerie sight.
With a pained and furious shout, the demon expert was finally unable to conceal his tracks, and he dropped out of the darkness. The moment his two feet hit the floor, he stuck to the ground and rolled more than a dozen times. Only when he had retreated to the lake shore did he dare to stop.
The demon expert's body was covered all over in wounds inflicted by the Falling Rain Whip, all of them flowing with blood. His black robe had long since been cut into countless pieces, the remnants hanging in shambles over his body. He looked abnormally miserable and wretched. Just where had all his previous might gone?
His first thought after being forced out of the darkness was to retreat—the farther he could get from the Falling Rain Whip, the better. In his wretched withdrawal, he did not forget to pull that magical artifact out of the grass, because he had been beaten so badly that even his soul had grown disheartened.
He crouched on the lake shore like a dog, his right hand rigidly holding up the magical artifact to protect his head. His voice was like a broken bellows, hoarse and extremely grating on the ears, containing the emotions of shock, anger, resentment, and fear. Even now, he could not understand just what had happened.
"Who? Who is it? Get out here!"
He was able to obtain Military Advisor Black Robe's trust and take on such an important mission because this technique the demon expert was skilled in was a secret technique of Xuelao City, because he was extremely skilled in concealment. Only this way could he have lived for such an extended period of time in the human world. At the same time, it was also because he possessed a near unimaginably tenacious willpower. It was impossible for him to be disheartened over a momentary setback, but tonight's events had completely exceeded his ability to accept and were on the verge of breaking his will.
Because he was most skilled at concealing his tracks, but he had been completely seen through! That enemy that had never appeared seemed to know his techniques inside and out, was able to perfectly determine where he would appear next. Just how was this possible?!
"Just who are you! Show yourself!"
The demon expert looked around at the pitch-black Orthodox Academy, then he turned his gaze to the dimly lit library. He recalled that he had seemingly forgotten something, and his face covered in blood revealed an extremely fierce sense of unease, his voice shuddering.
The grass outside the library grew brighter, because the door had been opened.
Soon after, the lights dimmed once more, because a person had come out.
A youth stood on the stone steps.
He was dressed in an old Daoist robe, a dagger gripped in his hands.
His face was somewhat pale, somewhat nervous, but his eyes were firm with no intention of cowering away.
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Chen Changsheng had been in the library the entire time.
In these past few nights, he had always been in the library.
He was drawing in starlight for Purification.
The reason he had awoken from his meditation was not the fierce battle outside, but that the magical artifact used by the demon expert was interfering with the starlight descending from the night sky.
He had walked to the window and realized that an intense battle was unfolding in the darkness of the Orthodox Academy. He did not know who the girl was, but upon seeing the man's demon horns, he naturally knew which side he should stand on.
Then, the demon man had disappeared into the night.
The long whip in the girl's hands noiselessly summoned a sky full of wind and rain.
At the very beginning, he simply did not believe that he could help this girl in any way. He had not even succeeded at Purification, and it was obvious that the girl and the demon were both very powerful people.
He stood in the corner by the window, silently watching the battle and cheering the girl on. He didn't make any noise because he did not want to introduce any more variables in this battle, did not want his existence to cause the girl to divide her attention.
A demon would naturally not care for the life or death of an ordinary human, but the girl might.
He would not miss even this sort of detail. He was a very detailed person.
But in the next moment, he realized to his shock that he really might be able to change the course of this battle.
The long whip in the girl's hand was clearly no ordinary weapon, but instead of using some whip style, she was using a sword style.
The Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong.
In the old temple of Xining Village, Chen Changsheng had once seen this sword manual. He remembered very clearly that it was within the fourth scroll of the 'Commentary on the Classic of Controlling Splendor'.
Of course, the secrets of the sword manual had mostly existed in the form of debates between distinguished Daoists of old. It was only a few days ago, after he had found corresponding books in the library, that he understood that those words were originally speaking of methods for circulating true essence and the forms of techniques too wonderful to describe with words.
He could recall this sword manual from back to front, and with his review in these past few days, he could naturally see that the sword style this girl had concealed in her whip movements only contained the form of pattering rain of the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong, but none of its cold and desolate intent. Moreover, there was clearly a problem with her method of driving true essence, or else her movements would not be so improficient.
Yes, his body did not contain a drop of true essence, but he had already begun to research methods of circulating true essence.
In these past few days when he had been comparing the knowledge in the library with that contained in his mind, he had attempted to break through the limits of his meridians to circulate true essence. For this purpose, he had made several hypotheses—it was impossible to link his nine meridians, so if he wished to cultivate, he had to find a completely new method.
He did not know if this method would have any use, if it could control the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong, because he was just a normal person with no true essence. But at the time, that girl was already covered in wounds and was about to die before his eyes, so he had to take a gamble and hope that it could help her.
Thus that remark.
"The stars in heaven reflect the organs; let your true essence flow voluntarily. Bring your wrist up to your shoulder, and the wind and rain will be restrained."
Fortunately, the problems in true essence circulation the girl encountered when using the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong were very similar to his own situation.
Even more fortunately, she did not know who Chen Changsheng was yet subconsciously complied with his instructions.
And most fortunately of all, those hypotheses of Chen Changsheng's mind achieved success on her body.
The Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong finally displayed its true might.
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"But how did you know where I was?"
On the lake shore, that demon covered in blood stared at Chen Changsheng and spoke, his voice furious and perplexed.
The Falling Rain Whip possessed shocking might, especially after the girl obtained Chen Changsheng's instructions and was able to use her true essence in the Wind and Rain Sword of Mount Zhong. Thus, as long as it could discover this demon expert's position, it would assuredly inflict heavy wounds upon him.
This was precisely the problem: how had Chen Changsheng been able to see his hidden tracks with a single sentence?
"Northern Snow, the Plum Step, and more than three thousand coordinates—all of these need to be firmly memorized."
Chen Changsheng walked to the girl's side, his dagger held up in front of his chest. As he stared at the distant demon expert, his expression was extremely vigilant, but his words were very casual. "In the past, I did not know that this was precisely the Yeshi Step, but I memorized them."
Yes, this was that most secretive movement technique of the demons, the Yeshi Step. With this foot technique, one could freely move in a fixed range. Crucially, one could borrow the heavenly secrets of wind and snow contained within this movement technique to conceal one's own tracks.
Even amongst the demons, this movement technique was a secret that was not allowed to be passed down.
But when Chen Changsheng was very young, he had already memorized all three-thousand-plus positions, as well as their sequence.
At the time, he believed that he was reading a novel concerning preaching called 'Records on the Bewildering Mists of the Capital'. Only eight days ago, when he saw a book in the library containing the records of a senior of the Orthodoxy on his battles with demon experts, and compared the two, did he understand that the novel was actually a secret technique manual.
"So you were lying, you are not a person of the Mohe, your surname is not Mohe."
Chen Changsheng stared at the demon and solemnly concluded, "You are a person of the Yeshi tribe, your surname is Yeshi."
The demon expert froze, his complexion turning abnormally nasty.
There were too many things that had taken him by surprise.
He had originally thought that the youth in the library would not have any influence on tonight's plan because that youth had not even succeeded in Purification.
He had not expected for that youth to almost break Lord Black Robe's plan.
What surprised him the most was that this youth cared more about the small lie, insignificant to the grand scheme of things, that he had told.
This made him very depressed, very sullen.
Then, he began to feel grief, muttering to himself, "The Lord Military Advisor truly does possess unparalleled wisdom. He calculated that I would not want to die, that I wanted to use the sacred artifact to help me depart…thus, he arranged for the strange you to appear."
Chapter 32: When the Sky Was Falling, He Stood Before Her
Chen Changsheng didn't quite understand what the demon was muttering about. He moved towards the girl, doing as much as possible to put her behind him.
With a mournful face, the demon continued, "Because of your appearance, I cannot kill her, so I can only activate the sacred artifact. As a result, I will have to die together with you. This is the Lord Military Advisor's will; no one can defy it."
Chen Changsheng felt vaguely uneasy and tightened the grip on his dagger.
The demon stood up and sighed sorrowfully at Chen Changsheng, "Young one, I do not know you are, but I think that you would have definitely become someone extraordinary in the future. It is a pity that you will have to accompany me in death tonight."
Upon saying this, he raised up the metal magical artifact in his hands. With this action, the terrifyingly monstrous Qi descended from the sky. Countless slender and tiny pieces of metal flew back from the darkness. The invisible protective screen that had cut off the world vanished.
A black net that seemed as enormous as a mountain descended towards the Orthodox Academy.
"The Heavenly Net?" Luoluo muttered, her face slightly pale.
(TN: It is referred to as 烟罗, Net of Fog, here, but it is later referred to as the 天罗, the Heavenly Net, so I am translating it as such.)
Nineteenth on the Tier of Legendary Weapons, the Heavenly Net.
The sacred artifact of the demons.
It was said that it was the hunting net used by the first Demon Lord when he went hunting.
Once it descended, the heavens and earth would all be entrapped.
Nothing could break it.
Even those famed divine weapons and enchanted swords could not break it.
Based on principle, such a powerful magical artifact of the demons should have been ranked even higher on the Tier of Legendary Weapons, at the very least not behind the Falling Rain Whip. But because the Tier of Legendary Weapons had been drawn up by the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets of the human world, its ranking was inevitably somewhat suppressed. More importantly, the Heavenly Net had once been severely damaged.
It was said that in the distant past, the Heavenly Net was actually called the Yama, but it had been severely damaged by some peerless expert of nigh unimaginable power. It was no longer able to match up to its power when it was held in the hands of the first Demon Lord, so its name was changed to the Heavenly Net.
(TN: This paragraph is probably the main reason for this net's original name, 烟罗. 烟 and 阎 share similar pronunciations. 阎罗 was the name of the net before it was heavily damaged, but 罗 in this case does not mean net, but instead is used together with 阎 to form Yan-luo, the Chinese pronunciation of Yama, the king of the underworld. A similar pronunciation is the term 'arhat', which is translated in Chinese as 阿罗汉, a-luo-han.)
If it were still the Yama in its pristine condition, the moment it opened, it could easily render anyone under the net into nothingness. The Heavenly Net that was now seriously damaged could also cut off the heavens and earth, but in order for it to attack, it would require the user to give up their life essence blood as an offering!
This was why the demon had been unwilling to use this magical artifact to attack at the very beginning. Only when Chen Changsheng's one remark startled the wind and rain and he became heavily injured did he understand that it was impossible for him to kill Luoluo without any harm to himself, thus forcing him to activate this magical artifact.
To be forced into rushing towards death, he was naturally somewhat sorrowful.
As she stared at the falling black net, Luoluo was in shock, her face pale. She had recognized this net, knew that even though the Heavenly Net no longer possessed the monstrous might of its past, it was not something a normal person could block.
Her Falling Rain Whip could definitely not block it.
The legendary Frost God Spear could probably break through it, but the God Spear was in the Imperial Palace, so who could come to their aid?
She raised her head to the black net in the night sky, the Falling Rain Whip stabbing out like a bolt of lightning, carrying the howling wind and rain with it.
There was only a thump.
The Falling Rain Whip was like a dragon serpent struck by lightning, its bones shattered into countless pieces as it retreated in ruin.
An unimaginably horrifying strength traveled through the whip into her petite body.
With a groan, she vomited blood and fell backwards to the ground.
Tonight's bitter battle had placed far too much of a strain on this fourteen-year-old girl, and she now found it impossible to hold on. Her vision was hazy as she teetered on the verge of unconsciousness. The final scene she saw was that youth wielding his dagger and thrusting it at the pitch-black night sky.
This sword was very dull, very ordinary, and also rather short.
The youth's hand was raised up high, confronting the black and enormous net that was like the sky.
His actions were somewhat awkward, giving off a rather sorrowful feeling.
Because the difference was too great, he gave off the feeling of one that had too excessively overestimated their capability, a very hopeless act.
It was like a praying mantis raising an arm to stop a run-away carriage, like an egg crashing down from the Dew Platform onto solid ground.
Luoluo was very sad, very apologetic. If not for her, he would not also have to die.
Then, she fell unconscious.
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Riiiip.
A massive tear suddenly appeared in the middle of the seemingly impregnable black net. The night wind that had been kept out for so long fiercely poured in through the center of the night, followed soon after by the true starlight, pouring down like a waterfall.
In the depths of the sky brimming with starlight appeared a fiercely burning cloud. This red cloud seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, instantly landing in the center of the Orthodox Academy. The grass on the lawn became slightly scorched, the tender leaves of the scholar trees curled in the heat, and the temperature began to incessantly increase.
This was a Red Cloud Qilin!
The front hoof of the Red Cloud Qilin heavily struck the demon expert's chest. With a crisp crack, the demon expert's breastbone was completely shattered. Vomiting blood everywhere, the demon's body sunk heavily into the grass, but his right hand continued its stubborn grip on the magical artifact.
There was yet another harsh crack!
A fiercely burning blade glow illuminated the night sky over the Orthodox Academy.
The demon expert's right arm was sent flying in a stream of blood, landing far away in the lake.
A middle-aged man was seated on the Red Cloud Qilin, his body covered all over in armor, similarly dark red in color. His expression was solemn as he stared down on the demon.
A tinge of despair flashed through the demon expert's eyes as he muttered, "So it was you…no wonder the Heavenly Net was broken."
Xue Xingchuan, the Great Zhou Divine General of the Heavens, mounted on a Red Cloud Qilin, wielding a divine blade that glowed with blood!
He was deeply trusted by the Divine Empress and had commanded the Imperial Guards for many years.
Of the thirty-eight Divine Generals of the Great Zhou, he was ranked second!
"Yeshi Tanlu, you really were hiding in the capital."
Xue Xingchuan gazed expressionlessly at the blood-drenched man under the foot of his mount and said, "Of course, you don't have the qualification to have this general search for you for so long, but I really wish to know, after you are sent to the Department for Purging Officials, whether you will be able to stop yourself from speaking of Black Robe's whereabouts."
The demon man was actually called Yeshi Tanlu. He had already been in despair, but only after hearing these words did he realize that the humans had always been preparing to find the whereabouts of Lord Black Robe from his body, which only deepened his despair. When he realized that he couldn't even commit suicide, his despair reached its nadir.
What was a true expert? Xue Xingchuan was a true expert!
Before him, even if one wanted to die, they wouldn't succeed!
Swishswishswishswish. The sound of countless people cutting through the air resounded throughout the Orthodox Academy. In the night sky, one could even faintly see several flying carriages approaching at high speeds.
The scene of battle was extremely close to the Imperial Palace. Once the Heavenly Net was broken, countless people were naturally alarmed.
The true expert that was Xue Xingchuan was the first to arrive, the other Imperial Guards and palace experts arriving quickly in succession.
In the darkness, countless more figures jumped over the academy wall. When those people saw the scene, they were abnormally shocked. Without even paying attention to the demon under Xue Xingchuan's custody, they madly rushed to Luoluo and swiftly brought her away.
Xue Xingchuan knew the identities of these people and did not stop them. To be able to find in the capital the Yeshi tribesman most skilled in concealment, and even alive, thus perhaps getting even closer to that enigmatic Military Advisor, made him very satisfied.
But the final words Yeshi Tanlu said before falling unconscious…
Xue Xingchuan slightly wrinkled his brow. He was keenly aware that by the time he had hurried over, the Heavenly Net had already been broken.
Several Imperial Guards placed the demon under even stricter guard and dragged him into the darkness to await his even more miserable end.
The Red Cloud Qilin slowly turned so Xue Xingchuan could face the nearby youth, and he impassively asked, "And who are you?"
Chen Changsheng was still tightly gripping his dagger, still somewhat unclear on just what had occurred. On hearing this question, he awoke from his daze, returned his dagger to its sheath, and answered, "I am a student here."
Xue Xingchuan's expression turned a little strange. He had not expected for this unremarkable youth to be the rumored new student of the Orthodox Academy.
He glanced him over and knew that this youth was an ordinary person. That dagger of his had also been extremely ordinary, so he knew that tonight, this youth had simply been caught in the crossfire. That this youth dared to take his dagger and stand before that demon made Xue Xingchuan somewhat admire him.
But this was just admiration.
No person dared to care about the Orthodox Academy. This was a cursed place.
He also did not want to care.
A person stepped forward to confirm Chen Changsheng's identity.
The Red Cloud Qilin stamped on the ground and rose. Driving the red clouds, it soon disappeared into the Imperial Palace.
Chen Changsheng stared at this sight in shock.
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Very early on the morning of the next day, Luoluo awoke. Her body had always been different from an ordinary person's, and she had fallen unconscious last night primarily because of the strain on her body. She had not incurred any real injury and her mind had long since recovered completely.
However, she did not immediately rise from bed. She opened her eyes wide and gazed at the intricate embroidery of her bed curtains. She thought of what had happened last night, especially that scene before she fell unconscious, which she found somewhat baffling.
That massive black net descended like the sky itself was falling.
Just when she thought that she would die in the next moment, she saw that youth stand in front of her and bring up his dagger to meet it.
Her father had always said that when the sky is falling, there would be someone tall to hold it up for her. These words had always displeased her, because she always felt that her father was teasing her for being so short, but now she suddenly rejoiced over the fact that she was so petite.
That youth was truly not very tall, but he was taller than her.
So when the sky was falling, he had blocked it for her.
For some inexplicable reason, Luoluo felt very happy and began to giggle.
Then she thought of something and got up in surprise. She called out, "Where is everyone?"
Ten-odd clansmen rushed over as fast as fire.
She asked uneasily, "He's okay, right?"
All the clansmen that were able serve her personally, whether man or woman, were all exceptionally intelligent. Upon hearing her question, they knew who she was inquiring after. A person reported, "Divine General Xue Xingchuan promptly arrived—that youth was not injured."
Luoluo patted her chest, still somewhat fearful.
"Then it's fine."
She got out of bed and said, "I'm going to go see him."
Those clansmen all glanced at each other then kneeled as one, some of their eyes even turning red.
Luoluo came to her senses and said awkwardly, "My apologies. In the future, I won't do anything like I did last night."
Her clansmen were comforted by these words. Had their little princess finally matured into an adult?
"But I really do want to go and see him."
Luoluo said very seriously to her clansmen, "He is a very important person to me."
This statement instantly made the entire room as silent as a grave.
When they associated these words with the fact that their little princess had sneaked out of the Hundred Herb Garden and been caught in the demon's assassination precisely because she wanted to meet that youth in the middle of the night…
Her clansmen were thoroughly shocked. Had their little princess finally matured into an adult?
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