Chapter Forty-Four: A Gale Shatters the Withered Wood

I should have faced. I wasn't strong enough, I didn't become stronger fast enough, and I was too late to see the truth. These are all my problems.""You did nothing wrong."“When people are helpless, t...Jiang Wang walked with one hand holding a scroll and the other stepping on the blue clouds.

He dashed forward at top speed, launching explosive firebirds as he went. They exploded in the sky above Shun'an Prefecture, creating a deafening roar to draw the attention of the powerful warriors from Yong Kingdom.

As for the cultivators who remained at the Qingyun Pavilion gates... he could only do this much.

Jiang Wang had no particular feelings for them. Aside from Yu Songhai's identity, there was nothing connecting them. He risked his life to save them out of pure compassion.

Those few people besieged Qingyun Pavilion, clearly taking advantage of Hou Wei Ning Jiao Wu's absence at the front lines. But no matter what, they dared not make a big commotion.

The ghostly miasma was used to conceal their movements.

Jiang Wangxian broke through the Ghost Mist Formation, creating an escape opportunity for the Qingyun Pavilion cultivators. He then created a commotion in the sky, attracting powerful figures from Yongguo to Qingyun Pavilion. Those four demons, if they didn't want to die in Yongguo, would have no choice but to flee quickly.

From a theoretical standpoint, at least half of those cultivators in Qingyun Pavilion should have survived.

And he wouldn't be able to do any more things...

After all, he wasn't a trustworthy person to the powerful figures in Yongguo. Even if he was arrogant in the sky, he might be "eliminated for the sake of justice" by someone.

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He didn't stop for a moment, unleashing several Blazing Sparrows in rapid succession. Immediately after, he turned west, flying low and disappearing into the wilderness from the sky.

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He tossed Feng Ming aside onto the grass.

As the immortal arts dispersed, she felt the auspiciousness of Qingyun drifting beneath the Yun Ding Immortal Palace.

He couldn't help but think that the Qingyun Pavilion had been continuously gathering good fortune and Qingyun. The cultivators of Yun Ding Xian Palace in ancient times, who practiced the art of "Ascending the Clouds" should have all learned from here.

That is to say, Qingyun Pavilion guaranteed the continuation of the qingyun buqing (ascending like a cloud) technique.

If one day, the clouds beneath Yun Ding Xian Gong were all replaced by Shan Fu Qing Yun. Then, could this Shan Fu Qing Yun also lift Yun Ding Xian Gong to fly

At its peak, YunDing XianGong was a truly colossal structure. Even walking through it would have been a slow and arduous journey. But if one had a vast amount of good fortune and auspicious clouds to rely on, they could traverse thousands of miles with ease, displaying a truly awe-inspiring presence that could shake the very foundations of time.

The Ascending Steps like Clouds magical art allows Jiang Wang, who is at the Inner Palace realm, to escape successfully from the encirclement of the four major Demon Lords. It's undoubtedly the strongest escapism technique he has mastered so far, surpassing his previous Grade One Lower Rank Dao Art Flame Meteor by an unknown margin.

Of course, there is its own system within the practice of Taoism, so it can't simply be compared to Daoism.

The Nine Palaces once reigned supreme in ancient times, but by the present day, their vast system of celestial arts had been reduced to fragmented remnants. It wasn't until Jiang Wang rediscovered the lost structure, Qingyun Pavilion, and grasped the technique "Ascending Step by Step" that he was able to glimpse only a few scales and claws of its true power.

As if an invisible hand had erased all traces of the Immortal Palace.

Why did the Nine Great Immortal Palaces collapse, who destroyed them, and how did the immortal art system disappear...

History's mist swirls in the passage of time.

Jiang Wang couldn't help but think again of the two blood characters that had disappeared from the inscription on the Jishing Stele—Dao Thief.

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The way of the thief.

What kind of thing could possibly live up to such a name

This is frightening, unsettling.

Could it be that Ye Lingxiao's words about blessings and misfortunes being intertwined also have something to do with this

Setting aside her thoughts of the fairy palace for a moment, Jiang Wang glanced down at Feng Ming.

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Though the shackles on him had long been broken, he remained motionless, his gaze vacant and silent. He seemed petrified with fear.

"Speak up if you're still alive." Jiang Wang looked at him.

Feng Ming's eyes remained vacant for a moment before finally regaining some spark, as if coming back to life.

"Is Qiyunting gone" he asked.

"You can understand it that way," Jiang Wang said.

His voice was cold, not because he no longer needed to hold up Feng Ming as Yu Songhai. It was because, in this present moment, Feng Ming had no right to live in lies any longer. He had to face reality.

Feng Ming struggled to move his eyes, looking at Jiang Wang with hope: "My father...did he escape"

"When you weren't looking, his body was boiled to pieces." Jiang Wang said.

This statement is so cruel.

Ignoring his pleas, she rejected his fantasies.

He was yanked out of his self-comforting, grasping-at-straw predicament and thrown into the bloody reality.

Feng Ming opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to cry.

But she couldn't cry.

He wanted to cry, but strangely enough, there were no tears.

At that time, he was thrown onto the empty ground, helplessly watching the fat demons come and go.

He knew that the demon was tossing bodies into the cauldron to boil them. He stared fixedly at the night sky, not daring to look away for even a second.

His father's body, that's when it was boiled...

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At the very moment they were attacked at Qingyun Pavilion, his father immediately judged that the situation was critical. He handed him the secret vault key, telling him to hide safely, while he himself went out to face the crisis.

When he was casually taken to that open space where monks gathered like livestock, he should have known his father was gone.

But he dared not face it.

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"I took the risk to save you, not to watch you perform your sadness." Jiang Wang said coldly again.

Fēngmíng looked at Jiāngwàng with a look of bewilderment.

"Stand up!" Jiang Wang shouted.

Feng Ming instinctively trembled, supporting himself on the ground, and finally managed to get up.

He looked pitifully at Jiang Wang, like a weak and helpless little animal.

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All the past gloom, pride, and joy were gone.

“Matt… Matt Hai.” He called out tentatively.

Like a child with no ability to defend themselves, testing the boundaries of their safe environment.

Maybe, just like Chi Lu said, without his father Feng Yue's protection, he was just a useless waste.

But he had clearly sensed Jiang Wang's purpose at one point, guessing what Jiang Wang was looking for. He wasn't...foolish, on the contrary, he was quite intelligent.

He was just too fragile.

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Protected too well, experienced too little.

A strong wind swept through, and the sturdy pines stood firm, while rotten wood snapped.

Jiang Wang ignored the shout and simply said, "You asked me to save you, so I saved you. I hope you think about why you wanted to live then."

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“I…” Feng Chi pursed his lips, perhaps unable to find an answer. In the end, he said, “I’m very grateful to you.”

"If you want to thank me, quickly take out what is worth thanking me. I'll wait for your thanks. If you want revenge, the people who destroyed Qingyun Pavilion are the Nine Great Demon Lords. They should also be prepared to be avenged."

Jiang Wang said softly, then turned and left.

Having saved Feng Ming, he had done all he could. He wasn't Chi Lu, and he didn't have the hobby of loving his son.

“Songhai!” Fengming called out to him, “You…where are you going”

"Go where I am supposed to go."

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"Can...can I come with you" Feng Ming hesitated, quickly adding, "I'll be your sidekick!"

"A well-established sect can be destroyed just like that, and a prosperous nation can fall apart. This world is so cruel…" Jiang Wang retorted, "Are you willing to bring along a burden"

Feng Ming gritted his teeth and remained silent.

“How old are you” Jiang Wang asked again.

This is almost an insult. But Feng Ming had no right not to answer.

"He was twenty-one years old, according to the reckoning of lunar years," he said.

“I remember your father saying that when he was twenty-one, he had already opened up three trade routes for Qingyun Pavilion. Think about it carefully, how did you come to enjoy all these things Where should you be going.”

As Jiang Wang was speaking, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "What date is today"

Feng Ming didn't know the intention behind the question, but still replied: "It seems like it, January 28th."

Jiang Wang nodded and strode away.

It's my birthday. He thought. the bridge, ending Jiang Wang's way home.Jiang Wang had done everything he could, seizing every opportunity. He even managed to gain time under the pursuit of the real demon dog Ying Yang.But just as...