Chapter 106: Who Would Bear the Heart of a Young Man?

's agility would be increasingly restricted. His dagger is meant for making way. And Qing Qishu's blocking has never been a completely impenetrable style. The reason why he is doing well now is primar...Miaoyu smiled coquettishly and sashayed away.

The Bone Messenger is a very complex person. Although they've spent a long time together, she can't see through him.

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Today's behavior could be a test to see if she has discovered the clue. It could also be a reminder to her, urging her to pay attention and not reveal that she has found the clue.

Everyone gathered at Baigu Dao for a common ideal, but before that ultimate goal, everyone had their own little plan.

As for Elder Two, his performance was much more straightforward. He didn't care at all what outcome Miaoyu could come up with during the interrogation. Perhaps he had nothing to do with the incident involving Ji Xuan, but perhaps he knew that Miaoyu wouldn't uncover anything.

This crafty old thing, she doesn't even bother to guess his thoughts. She'll only be misled and won't be able to figure him out at all.

As for the line of tracking down abducted aquatic creatures, there aren't many people on hand to monitor it.

Nobody knew Mǎo Yù was coming to the bank of the Qingjiang River, except for those who were very familiar with her.

She didn't know who the person was secretly passing messages, questioning them one by one was useless because they might genuinely be clueless.

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She was very worried that the prince's affairs would be exposed. After barely escaping death, even this anxiety couldn't be suppressed.

But now the Bone Messenger seemed to have guessed something, and Elder Two wasn't a fool either.

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Upon birth into the mortal realm, a Taoist child does not immediately awaken. Instead, they are bound by their experiences after birth, followed by a long and arduous process of liberation and awakening. Before this, a Taoist child is not powerful; their strength is determined solely by their cultivation after birth.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!

This also means that Daozi very likely would be destroyed...or replaced, before awakening.

This is the reason why Miaoyu secretly acted, especially after the Grand Elder showed a lack of interest in finding the Daozi.

As a saintess and the destined earthly companion of the Daoist Son, all she wanted was to accelerate the process of the Daoist Son's awakening.

Thus, after determining that Jiang Wang was the incarnation of Daozi in the mortal realm, she arranged three things.

Three things, are three choices.

She wants to shake, even destroy Jiang Wang's existing moral beliefs, and then help him find himself again.

The first thing to make him think about is the country and the court, the second thing is to make him think about the relationship between humans and water tribes, and to think about humans themselves.

...the last third thing... can only be put on hold.

The Grand Elder has gone missing from the Cloud Nation due to some unknown incident. Both the Second Elder and the Bone Messenger are keeping their cards close to their chest. Now might not be a good time.

After all, it's too dangerous now. She thought.

She paced back and forth in her room, restless.

To such an extent that she even forgot, she had never been someone who cared about danger.

When he was very young, his father told Jiang Wang that "aquatic creatures" are people who live in the water.

They, like humans, have their own thoughts and emotions, their own families and friends, loves and hates.

In fact, this is also a consensus among people.

This consensus was not achieved easily. It is the result of millions of years of interaction and cooperation between humans and merfolk, with countless brilliant minds from both races contributing to its development.

And now, someone is secretly abducting aquatic creatures, extracting their Dao Meridians to refine Qi-Opening Pills. It's as if, in order to obtain perfect Qi-Opening Pills, humans would not hesitate to extract the Dao Meridians of cultivators.

This made Jiang Wang feel the chaos and absurdity of this world.

"Don't you think this kind of thing happens" Zhao Ruocheng, his handsome face flushed from the alcohol, spoke more freely.

It was already late at night, Jiang An'an had long since fallen asleep. Jiang Wang ended his cultivation but still couldn't sleep, so he went out in the middle of the night to find Ling He and Zhao Ru Cheng.

Three brothers got together at Zhao Rucheng's house to drink, and they were drunk.

When it came to discussing the things that weighed on their minds, Zhao Ruocheng, the youngest of them all, was the most dismissive.

“There are many people who eat people, Xiongwen is just one of them!” He laughed with a mouthful of alcohol: “You think so Many people don't eat so directly, they eat in another way, and you think there are few people who eat people. Third brother, you are too naive!”

"Your third brother isn't naive," Ling He said, though he'd had a lot to drink. Even drunk, this man never let himself go wild; he leaned back against the chair, drew a deep breath, and continued, "He has things he believes in."

“And what about you, my big brother What do you believe in” Zhao Ruocheng patted his knee and grinned, “You’re so young, always acting like a kind old man. Why is that”

"I believe in the goodness of human nature. I believe that no one really wants to eat people; many times it's out of desperation. If given a choice, they wouldn't do that. I believe everyone wants to stand clean and bright in the sunlight."

"Third brother, you're a bit naive... Are you stupid!" Zhao Rucheng was getting restless, so he leaned on his armrest and slapped it with force, "Don't give those people a chance!"

Jiang Wang slumped over the table, pouring another glass of liquor. The alcohol warmed his face, and he squinted, saying, "The boss is the kind of person who doesn't mean any harm to others. There are many things he would never do, and he always thinks that others wouldn't either."

"Everyone has feelings, doesn't he" Perhaps it was because he had drunk too much, Linghe seemed a bit stubborn tonight. Or perhaps he had always been an obstinate person inside, just unwilling to argue when sober.

Some meat has developed sores, it's rotten!

"It was good before the boil occurred."

“No, no, no. Some people, their hearts aren't made of flesh, they're covered in festering sores!”

“Nonsense, Little Five. A festering sore can't amount to a whole heart.”

Ling He was truly drunk. It had been a long time since they had mentioned Xiao Wu by that name when they were all together.

Zhao Ruocheng let out a chuckle. "Not everyone is human, my foolish brother,"

"That's not to say that everyone is human." Watching from the sidelines, Jiang Wang was precise in pointing out the loophole, and said very confidently: "The reason why people are human is because most people are human. Otherwise, why wouldn't we call ourselves ghosts"

He raised his right hand, swaying slightly drunk, and exclaimed: "So, I declare! The boss is right!"

Ling He grinned, a smile so innocent and content.

“To hell with it!” Zhao Rucheng rolled over and lay back in his chair: “I don't care who lives or dies in this godforsaken place. Besides you lot, there are tigers…”

He suddenly burst into tears: “Woooo. And Fang Pengju. Damn Fang Pengju!”

In his daily life, the person he despised most was [Person's name]. Only when he let go of everything and got completely drunk would he utter such words.

Please note: I have replaced "[Person's name]" with brackets to indicate that the original text contained a specific name that I don't have access to.

Jiang Wang swayed and poured himself another glass of wine, swirling it: "To that bastard Fang Pengju."

Then he drained it in one gulp.

Zha Ruocheng cried a few times, then stopped, and angrily said: "Tiger has been in Jiujiang for so long, and he doesn't even send us a letter. He's a damn dog!"

"Yeah, another goddamn bastard!"

Ling He was half-drunk and half-awake when he suddenly spoke up, correcting them: "It's the day of the Tiger."

Uncle Deng leaned against the door at some point, his hands tucked in his sleeves, listening to the sounds from inside the room. He let out a long sigh, his voice filled with wistfulness: "They are still just children..."

Here's the translated text:

The night wind whipped at his sleeve, and a drop of blood fell silently.

But before it could land, it was overtaken by some force and scattered into nothingness.

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