Chapter 3159 -1613: The Wine-pouring Barefoot Boy in White, Rao Wangze, the Divine Throne Occupied Solely by Cursed Yin_3
Wangze Holy Emperor, as the family head of one of the five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor, had experienced being neglected multiple times at the “Five Emperors’ Conference.”
At those times, he could not get a word in.
However, this did not mean he was incapable of speaking.
Before the Qianshi Dao Clan had emerged in Sky City, before the Dao Clan had ever meddled with the Holy Divine Palace,
His presence in the “Five Emperors’ Conference” as part of the Wu Rao Emperor Realm could rank among the top four, sometimes even making it into the top three.
“Serving wine.”
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Cursed Yin put down the wine cup, tapped the table lightly with his finger, his gaze subtly fixed on Kong Yuhen across.
As the owner of the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, just as Kong Yuhen was about to make a move,
Wangze Holy Emperor had already taken a warm wine stove that was being heated at the side, got up with a bend of the knee, and with a bow that did not surpass Cursed Yin, he began to pour into the empty cup in front of him:
“Alright.”
Glug glug glug…
The wine trickled down little by little.
Kong Yuhen’s body, half-risen, froze, his hand, halfway to lifting, was held back, and he stared at Wangze Holy Emperor with a surprised expression.
Huang Quan’s look towards Rao Wangze was very direct: filled with terror!
Not until the cup was full did Wangze Holy Emperor wake up as if from a dream, realizing that he had entirely failed to resist the power of guidance…
No negotiations, no pressure applied!
Had he, the Holy Emperor, just served wine to this recently awakened little Cursed Yin?
His body, half-bent to the point of seeming devout, was frozen mid-air, feeling as if every joint had become obscure and difficult to maneuver.
He wanted to rise smoothly and stretch his body casually, to show it was due to sitting too long that his legs and hands got numb.
The wine was already served; such a gesture couldn’t cover anything up.
He wanted to sit down and return to composure, to pretend nothing had happened just now.
The wine was already poured; how could it be that nothing had happened?
What have I done!!!
A storm of anger churned in Wangze Holy Emperor’s mind, but his face managed to remain calm, only gently putting down the wine stove and pointing at the wine cup in front of him, he said:
“Please.”
To outsiders, the mere act of serving wine only showcased the courtesy of his Wu Rao Emperor Realm.
As the Holy Emperor, why should he overthink it?
Cursed Yin did not reach out to take the wine, as if he hadn’t heard anything, his six arms crossed behind his three heads, his posture leisurely as he kept his eyes on Kong Yuhen.
Kong Yuhen took the cue to put his hand down, picked up the carving knife, bowed his head but couldn’t help but look up again, sneaking a glance at Rao Wangze.
What are you looking at!
Wangze Holy Emperor simply couldn’t accept that gaze, and almost involuntarily, he pointed at the side stove, offering an explanation:
“This Holy Emperor is closer to this wine stove…”
Feeling that this explanation wasn’t sufficient, he added another line:
“It’s convenient.”
No, what am I explaining, what am I adding to it?
As soon as the words left his mouth, Wangze Holy Emperor regretted it from the bottom of his heart, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Why the need to explain?
In my life, why should I explain myself to others!
Huang Quan’s brows and eyes squeezed under the mask, not daring to look further, moving his gaze away.
He made no comment.
All he knew was that having been “mad” in the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion for so many days, wine cups were smashed by Wangze Holy Emperor.
This was the first time he had poured wine, and for someone else at that.
Huang Quan inexplicably felt lucky that he was wearing a mask at this moment, which didn’t reveal too much of his own emotions.
He shrunk his hands, resting them on his legs, his posture even more constrained.
Don’t see me, don’t see me, don’t see me…
“I have a worry, seeking a resolution, I invited myself here unasked, hope it won’t be taken amiss.”
Ever since Cursed Yin took his seat, he never actually looked directly at the side creatures, even if someone might feel he was looking at them.
His gaze was always fixed solely on that illusory and hazy figure standing on the river of time on the opposite side.
“What worry?”
Kong Yuhen sat quietly on a small stool, clutching a carving knife, working on a new wood carving with three heads and six arms.
Actually, he couldn’t detect the slightest bit of anxiety from the Cursed Yin.
But visitors are guests, after all, and the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion traditionally does not turn away anyone who comes to visit, seeking to dispel their worries.
“Before sharing your worries, I have a question, though I’m not sure whether it should be asked or not.” The human-shaped Cursed Yin seemed to have learned decorum, speaking extremely politely.
It’s not…
Wangze Holy Emperor opened his mouth, wanting to say something like, “Are you ignoring my own words as if they were but wind past your ear?”
But he quickly chose to remain silent.
Let it go. Even though I’ve only just revived, and was once an Ancestral God, I’ll give face to the Cursed Yin for now.
Once this worry is related, let’s talk about cooperation then.
“Please speak.”
To the polite, Kong Yuhen responses with politeness.
In fact, to the impolite—for Wangze Holy Emperor, who had historically been the least polite guest at the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion—he still responds with politeness.
Cursed Yin stretched out a hand to each side, resting fists against the tilted heads, while the other two hands were crossed behind the middle head, and the remaining hands were crossed over the chest. He casually spoke in a relaxed posture:
“If you encounter injustice, will you remain indifferent or lend a hand to help?”
Injustice?
Wangze Holy Emperor with his perked-up ears, Huang Quan, was the first to be startled. Why does Cursed Yin say this?
Kong Yuhen’s brow furrowed, thinking of Xu Xiaoshou.
If he had to choose between an evil god and Xu Xiaoshou right in front of him, he would not hesitate to choose the latter, as he had previous interactions and enjoyed their conversations.
He didn’t answer directly but instead asked, “What constitutes ‘injustice’?”
The Cursed Yin chuckled lightly, the slightly upturned corners of his mouth easily misinterpreted as derision:
“Injustice is just that, injustice; is it difficult to explain?”
It’s not hard to understand, mainly because I don’t know what you’re trying to ask… Kong Yuhen gets straight to the point, “Friend, speak freely, no need for beating around the bush here in the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion.”
Hearing this, the Cursed Yin lowered all three heads.
Around the attic, “Tsk tsk tsk,” the sound of mocking laughter arose.
After a while, he went back to his previous posture but picked up a jug on the side and emptied it in one gulp.
“Pour me another.”
After setting down the vessel, he looked directly at the person above the river of time, repeating:
“If you encounter injustice, will you remain indifferent or lend a hand to help?”
Gurgle, gurgle…
The jug filled up, Wangze Holy Emperor put down the wine furnace, bewildered, standing still.
It’s not, what am I doing?
Why am I still heeding his words? Giving face once is enough. Could it be that deep down, I actually want to be a wine-pouring barefoot boy in white under the Cursed Yin’s command?
Kong Yuhen also stiffened in place.
Without speaking, he sensed something in the Cursed Yin’s repetitive tone.
Damn it, I’m the one beating around the bush…
After a moment of hesitation, Kong Yuhen had no choice but to follow his heart, pondering:
“If there truly is injustice, I am willing to lend a hand to help.”
The Cursed Yin smiled.
With a thunderous sound, heavy pressure descended inside the All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, causing cups to tremble, people to float like duckweed, and all things seemed on the brink of being crushed, yet they were caught right before the point of destruction.
Behind the Cursed Yin, a false Divine Throne emerged, where a three-headed, six-armed purple monster rested, peering across the past, present, and foreign visitors.
In front of the tea table, the human-shaped Cursed Yin murmured softly:
“Under the scrutiny of Godhood, every spoken oath becomes a decree. Sir, do you mean what you say?”
Kong Yuhen felt his heart tighten for no reason, sensing that the next words would be crucial, yet not understanding the importance.
He had forgotten many things.
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The Cursed Yin, does it “know” me?
“Why hesitate on a heartfelt statement?” The Cursed Yin on the Divine Throne lazily flipped over, while the Cursed Yin before the tea table held a mocking glint in his eye.
Indeed, what am I hesitating about?
Kong Yuhen opened his mouth and declared, “If I encounter injustice, I will lend a hand to help.”