Chapter 743: Chapter 176: Feng Yun! [Ten Thousand Words!]
Ningxue Sword was considering something in his heart.
He thought, could this matter have been done by the Guardian?
But in Baiyun State, the possibility of being killed by the Guardian is very high. Speaking nonsense, but with a frown, he was already preparing to blame the other party.
If you want to say it was done by the Guardian, I’ll immediately pin a charge of being a member of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect on you.
If your son didn’t collude with the Demon Sect, could the Guardian have killed your son?
This reason, perfect!
Thinking about it, he was ready to act. His eyes were already brewing a fierce light. Hmph, I’m not planning to reason with you anymore!
Shang Changzhen had once heard people say that this Lord Jian had a terrible temper, but he never expected, even in his dreams, that his own son had died, and the other party still complained about where he died... Is this something a human would say?
But facing someone who could easily reunite him with his son, he could only swallow his anger and sigh: "My child... I don’t know why he encountered the Yemo from the Yixin Sect here and was killed after being defeated in battle... alas..."
Eh?
Ningxue Sword suddenly brightened up.
It was actually the Yemo of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect who killed him? This really is... isn’t this just like a pie falling from the sky?
Linking to the other party’s Heavenly Palace identity, suddenly the phrase ’pie fallen from the sky’ felt quite apt.
Ningxue Sword instantly felt relieved and relaxed, chuckled, and said: "It was actually the Yemo of the Yixin Sect who killed him, your son really has talent, such vision, even dying was so fitting... dying at the hands of Yemo is truly wonderful... cough cough, I mean go on your way. Pay more attention in the future, don’t you look where you’re going while walking? Such a bright sword, you’re not blind, can’t you see it?!"
Ningxue Sword scolded: "You must cherish your life!"
Shang Changzhen cursed inwardly: It’s your son who died fittingly! My son is dead and you say this, is it appropriate?
Besides, did I want to encounter your sword? You swung it across my neck; I’m neither as fast nor as strong as you, what could I do?
But he absolutely dared not say that out loud, knowing full well that the moment he dared to say it, Ningxue Sword would definitely unite him with his son.
"Thank you, Lord Jian. I will take my leave now and, once I am done with these matters, will specially come to pay respects."
Ningxue Sword blandly said: "No need to specially pay respects. Seeing you annoys me, just make sure you don’t reunite with your son and his family."
Having said that, he swiftly left.
It’s you who will reunite with the dead Guardian! You’ll reunite tomorrow!
Shang Changzhen cursed murmuringly as he descended, taking his men to cautiously land in Baiyun State City, then located his wife’s position, and walked over obediently the whole way.
The Heavenly Palace masters he brought with him were also all behaving well and properly, losing all that ’cloud-riding, thunder-controlling, immortal presence’ they had when they first arrived.
Ningxue Sword was watching from above; who dared to be arrogant?
If one acted full of oneself, what if that Lord Jian didn’t like it?
Saying something like: Eh, he’s even more pretentious than me.
And then got slightly angry, wouldn’t there be no end of tears?
He strode into the Zhu Family, maintaining some dignity.
As soon as he entered, Gu Yunlan rushed up, crying loudly: "Shang Changzhen! You heartless bastard... why are you only coming now! You’re late; Meng Yun is gone, gone sob sob sob..."
"Where?"
Shang Changzhen’s face changed, he shouted.
Then only when he saw his son’s body did he finally believe, this matter was actually true.
This headless corpse on the bed, is this my only son? My family’s bloodline successor?
Shang Changzhen’s face turned pale with a swish, staring dazedly at his son’s body, murmuring as if in a dream: "My son... Where’s Meng Yun’s head?"
"After being killed by the Yemo, the head was never seen... it should have been destroyed..." Gu Yunlan, overwhelmed with sorrow, sat on the floor, her hair disheveled, eyes lifeless.
"Yemo!"
Shang Changzhen staggered back a few steps, crashed onto a chair shattering it, and ended up sitting on the ground, murmuring: "Haven’t you always had a good relationship with the Wei Wo Zheng Sect? Meng Yun collaborated with them several times, even intercepted Guardians with them... I advised against it, but how did he end up being killed by the Yemo of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect?"
"Those Wei Wo Zheng Sect people are a bunch of bastards! They have no humanity!"
Gu Yunlan cursed furiously: "Those heartless brutes, where would they care about past friendships!"
Shang Changzhen listened as his wife cried and cursed, narrating with infinite sorrow.
He then called over Zhu Shaoyun, piecing the situation together bit by bit.
Finally, he had the full understanding.
Throughout the whole time, he turned his back on his son’s body. Besides the initial grief, now Shang Changzhen gave people the impression that: He seemed to find his son’s body very repulsive, and so he disliked it; did not want to look at it.
But that did not affect the sorrow and anger in his heart.
Moreover, an inexplicable emotion was rising fiercely. This emotion made him ask several extra questions regarding his wife’s incidents with Wu Xiang.
Then it erupted.
"Yemo of the Yixin Sect?"
"You went to find Wu Xiang? Wu Xiang not only refused to hand over the person but also slapped you?"
"How dare he slap you? A slap?!
Shang Changzhen was furious.
"Slapping is always a husband’s action towards a wife, how dare Wu Xiang slap you?"
