Chapter 1958: Chapter 1957: Where Are You Going Next?
Dongfang Qing had long since known that the Skyroad was a conspiracy.
Every year, many people would go charge into the Skyroad, yet no one had ever come back alive from it.
Next, Dongfang Qing told Wang Ye everything about the Skyroad.
Wang Ye listened, his expression calm as he nodded.
"All right, I’ll make a trip."
As his voice fell.
Wang Ye shot straight toward Skyroad Mountain.
Black clouds churned over Skyroad Mountain.
A flight of white cloud-steps rose tier upon tier, straight into the heavens.
Skyroad Mountain was even higher than Tianyong Mountain, as if it were about to connect with the sky itself.
Here, lightning and thunder raged all year round, and snow fell in great flurries.
Countless people, in order to ascend the Skyroad, often broke into fierce battles upon it; fresh blood dyed the snowy land red.
Only for the falling snow to bury all traces of that blood.
Pei Junhong wore a long cyan robe, her fine hair fluttering, a faint fragrance wafting from her whole body.
Her gaze was turned toward Tianyong Mountain, a hint of expectation in her eyes.
"If Sect Master Wang were really a coward, he would not appear here."
A faint trace of hatred flickered in Pei Junhong’s eyes.
But there was nothing she could do—no matter what kind of man Wang Ye was.
She had still fallen in love with such a person.
It was just that he, who had always lived in Red Dust Residence, had understood something very early on.
Some people are fated to meet but not fated to be together.
And she and Wang Ye happened to belong to this kind.
In the future, Sect Master Wang’s strength would sooner or later surpass her own.
When that time came, even with all her accumulated merit, it would be hard for her to be worthy of Wang Ye.
Standing on the snow for a moment, the light in her eyes gradually dimmed.
It seemed he would not come.
It looked like this Skyroad was something she would have to walk alone.
She shook her head slightly; with a lift of her hand, a red sword appeared in her grasp.
Her expression grew increasingly cold.
"First time I’ve ever been moved by someone, and to think the ending would be this desolate."
A bitter smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
Just then.
A figure appeared beside her.
The man wore a black robe and a black bamboo hat.
Pei Junhong turned to look at him.
"Who are you?"
Her voice carried a hint of chill.
Wang Ye said calmly,
"Who I am isn’t important. What matters is I know this Skyroad is fake, so you’d best go back."
Pei Junhong’s eyes flickered at his words.
"Unless Sect Master Wang tells me to go back, I will never go back."
A playful look surfaced on her face.
Hearing this, Wang Ye removed his bamboo hat, revealing his handsome features.
"Now are you willing to go back?"
Pei Junhong stretched out her hands, as if waiting for Wang Ye to carry her back.
Seeing this, Wang Ye shook his head helplessly.
She really was a little enchantress.
"Fine."
Wang Ye reached out, hoisted Pei Junhong over his shoulder, and headed straight toward Tianyong Mountain.
A flush of crimson spread across Pei Junhong’s delicate cheeks.
After all, she had never before been this close to any man.
As they left Skyroad Mountain, Wang Ye drew his longsword.
The blade trembled, and the steps of that heavenly ladder leading up into the clouds shattered with a roar.
Seeing what Wang Ye had done, Pei Junhong felt that Wang Ye truly was a very, very good man.
"Sect Master Wang, you’re so good."
Wang Ye shook his head at her words.
"Being a good person just means you’ll be wronged more easily, and shed more tears."
After they walked out of Skyroad Mountain.
Wang Ye set Pei Junhong down.
"You’re free now."
Wang Ye smiled.
Smiling in the springtime, with the spring breeze blowing.
Wang Ye’s smile was even more radiant than sunlight.
Pei Junhong gave a light, graceful laugh but did not leave; instead, she stepped up to stand before Wang Ye.
There were only three centimeters between them.
They could hear each other’s heartbeat.
Seeing this, a wry smile lifted Wang Ye’s lips.
"Pei Junhong, what do you mean by this?"
At his words, a trace of anger appeared at the corners of Pei Junhong’s eyes.
What a fool.
At the same time, Wang Ye’s remark snuffed out what interest she had left.
She turned and departed, light as a wisp of smoke.
In the blink of an eye, Pei Junhong had vanished from Wang Ye’s sight.
Watching Pei Junhong leave.
Wang Ye let out a breath of relief.
Pei Junhong’s strength was simply too great; she gave Wang Ye an immense sense of pressure.
With this woman, Wang Ye did not feel the least bit relaxed.
He exhaled a long breath, then flew toward Tianyong Mountain.
Pei Junhong, meanwhile, returned to Red Dust Residence.
For the moment, she no longer had those death-seeking impulses.
Because Wang Ye’s actions had already expressed his feelings.
"Sect Master Wang does care about me; he’s not as heartless as he appears on the surface."
She returned to Red Dust Residence.
Picking up her brush, she continued writing her tales of the mortal world.
Outside the window, mist hung thick in the air.
The spring night was still a little cold.
After a long time, she laid down her brush.
Then walked out of the room.
On a huge Book of Fate hung countless colorful lanterns, and envelopes full of wishes swayed in the wind.
"What is the Sect Master doing right now?"
Her beautiful eyes turned as she pondered.
At the same time, Wang Ye had already returned to Heavenly God Residence.
Outside the window, a light rain began to fall, a hazy drizzle.
A warm lamp glowed in the room.
Wang Ye was sprawled over the table, teacup in hand, pondering the matters of the day after tomorrow.
In the blink of an eye.
A day passed.
The Peak Master Selection Assembly officially began.
On this day, the weather was fine, a hundred flowers in full bloom, a hundred birds singing.
Most of the people on Tianyong Mountain had gathered in Heavenly God Plaza.
"Rumor has it the Sect Master is going to choose new Peak Masters, while the old generation of Peak Masters will head to other parts of the Blackwater Secret Realm."
"The Sect Master is a man with ideals and a desire to protect others; I’m afraid the Blackwater Secret Realm is a bit small for him."
"Our chance has come."
"Ahem, isn’t that Ting Yu, Sect Master of Qingyun Sect? Why is he here?"
"Could it be he also wants to be a Peak Master?"
Qing Yu appeared in Blackwater Square with a group of people in tow.
He immediately drew many gazes.
"Sect Master Ting Yu, what are you doing here?"
Li Changchun asked coldly.
Sect Master Ting Yu smiled faintly.
"It’s not just me this time; even Meisha is here, and the Sword Saint as well."
In Ting Yu’s view.
Following Wang Ye had prospects.
Being a Peak Master was far more promising than being Sect Master of Qingyun Sect.
He merely kept these thoughts to himself and did not voice them.
Li Mo indeed saw the Sword Saint, as well as Meisha, Huang Guo, and the others appear in Blackwater Square.
Even Nangong Ren had come.
Blackwater Square was truly bustling.
"Disciple, you have many opponents."
Seeing Ting Yu and the others, Carefree Master furrowed his brows.
If Chen Changsheng wanted to become Sect Master, it would not be easy.
"Yes."
Chen Changsheng nodded.
His gaze turned toward the Sect Master’s seat at the very front.
One must know, the Sect Master was a man who valued feelings.
The Sect Master understood his own temperament very well.
He would likely place more trust in people of Tianyong Mountain; that being the case, his own chances of becoming a Peak Master were still quite good.
"Carefree Master, where are you planning to go?"
Yin Yang Yan stepped forward to ask.
At this, Carefree Master waved his white folding fan, looking entirely unconcerned.
"Anywhere is fine, but where I end up going will still depend on the Sect Master’s arrangements in the end."
