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Edited by: Michyrr

Before the White Crane landed, Chen Changsheng sensed that something strange had happened in the small courtyard.

Upon sensing the remnants of foul Qi, his heart sank, because these were clearly traces left by the Yellow Springs art. Immediately after, he noticed signs of flame. He thought of a possibility but quickly rejected it.

Why had Chusu come to this courtyard? Just who was he fighting with? Chen Changsheng glanced at the unconscious Xuanyuan Po, all sort of questions in his mind. However, the situation was too tense, so he had no time to think about them for now.

He had no idea that on the roof of the temple to the Celestial Tree, she was watching him.

After walking past the ruined door and the bits of blackened paper, Chen Changsheng saw Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi.

Madam Mu had said that Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi were already dead, so why were they still alive and in Xuanyuan Po’s little courtyard?

Just what had happened? Chen Changsheng found it hard to shake off his shock, but it was not the time to ponder these questions. He forcefully waved his hand, causing several hundred swords to fly out of his sheath. Letting out clear cries, they flew out of the window, forming a South Stream Temple sword array and locking down the small courtyard.

Only now did he relax a little, placing Xuanyuan Po down on the floor.

Bie Yanghong was also shocked, but he was more concerned about the unconscious Xuanyuan Po. Seeing that Chen Changsheng was preparing to treat him, he stuck out a hand to stop him. "First take a look at him. How did he suffer such heavy wounds? Is he in danger?"

Wuqiong Bi couldn’t help but comment, "This bear cub has a thick skin. He could take a few blows from a sword and still be fine."

Bie Yanghong glanced at her, a hint of rage finally appearing in his eyes. Wuqiong Bi felt like she was being wronged, thinking to herself, I’m just worried that if your injuries are not seen to, it will be more difficult to treat them. But against his gaze, she did not dare speak.

"These injuries are from being struck by a Heavenly Tome Monolith, from taking on the energy of the world. As long as he can wake up, he can still endure."

Chen Changsheng voiced the assessment he had made on the observation platform. He then disregarded Bie Yanghong’s objections and kneeled in front of him, beginning to take his pulse.

As time passed, he grew increasingly stern, his fingers having been replaced by needles some time ago.

After some time, he removed the needles. He seemed hesitant to speak.

Bie Yanghong said nothing, only patted Chen Changsheng on the shoulder.

Chen Changsheng realized that he already knew.

"I must trouble Your Holiness to examine my wife’s injuries."

Bie Yanghong had an extremely high cultivation level, so he already had a basic understanding of his wife’s injuries. However, since Chen Changsheng was world-famous for his medical skills, he wanted to make sure.

Chen Changsheng turned to Wuqiong Bi and asked her to cooperate. Wuqiong Bi’s expression was somewhat unbearable, or perhaps it was awkwardness.

"There are no major problems. Some rest and recuperation will be all that’s needed to cure her."

Wuqiong Bi had lost an arm and seemed terribly wounded, but Chen Changsheng could clearly see that her injuries were far lighter than Bie Yanghong’s. It could be imagined from this how many dangerous blows Bie Yanghong had blocked for her in that battle between the Divine.

If he had not blocked those monstrous attacks for Wuqiong Bi, she would certainly not be in this state.

Since they were husband and wife, a husband doing some things for his wife was only right and proper.

Chen Changsheng was in somewhat of a poor mood, somewhat unwilling, in the same way that the vast majority of people viewed this couple.

And Wuqiong Bi still did not know what was going on! She had no idea what Bie Yanghong had done for her, what he had endured, what he would soon endure. She was still muttering to herself.

Under Bie Yanghong’s gaze, Wuqiong Bi did not dare curse, but she was still very annoying.

For what reason did her husband have to take on everything while she could still live?

Chen Changsheng raised his head and gave Bie Yanghong a profound look.

Bie Yanghong shook his head so subtly that it was hard to notice unless one was staring at him.

Wuqiong Bi did not notice, but for some reason, perhaps because she was affected by the mood, she finally fell quiet.

The room became very quiet.

Chen Changsheng recalled that scene in front of the Mausoleum of Books, the lotus sea, the red flower, the heaven-shaking might of this couple. He then looked at this couple weakly leaning against the wall, their faces pale. He was suddenly filled with sadness.

"Who was it?"

If the White Emperor was really in secluded cultivation, unaware of worldly matters, then even if Madam Mu was accompanied by a group of demi-human experts, it would be very difficult for her to force Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi into this state. Moreover, Madam Mu had personally said in the Imperial City that she herself had not attacked them. So just who had the ability to wound Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi so severely? Was it Black Robe and the Demon Commander, as he had guessed? Or was it the legendary Eighth Great Hermit?

Bie Yanghong knew that he still had time, and he also knew that the following conversation would be very important as the Human race determined its future course. Thus, he was in no rush to give his opponent’s name, but instead chose to very seriously and logically narrate his entire experience.

"We followed the trail of the Deep Freeze Dragon Breath, and in the third Celestial Tree on the left-hand side, we saw Lady Zhusha."

Chen Changsheng finally learned of the little Black Dragon’s specific location. He thought, it must have been the legendary Wildfire of the Celestial Tree cutting off my mental connection with her.

Bie Yanghong continued, "We saw Madam Mu and Mu Jiushi, and also... Black Robe."

Even though he had expected this, Chen Changsheng was still shocked to to hear this name.

"Who else did the demons send?"

"No one else. It was Black Robe alone."

Chen Changsheng could not understand. If Madam Mu had only acted to stop any messages and did not actually attack Bie Yanghong and his wife, just Black Robe alone was logically not enough to wound Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi to this degree.

The enigmatic Demon Military Advisor was unquestionably a true expert, his strength unfathomable.

But Bie Yanghong was also no ordinary expert of the Divine Domain, and in the years after the coup of the Mausoleum of Books, his strength had further increased. He had essentially become the head of the Storms, and if he were given two more centuries, there was even a chance he could break past the Saint Realm and enter Concealed Divinity.

"The demons sent no one else, but the Sacred Light Continent sent people."

Bie Yanghong slowly said, "Two Angels of the Sacred Light came. One governs judgment, and I name it Hidden Thunder. The other governs war, and I name it Anger’s Flame. The two did not understand any Dao, but they could transform the principles of the world and use them. They were naturally Divine, and in terms of fighting strength, they are similar to me."

Chen Changsheng was truly stunned. For a while, he could not speak.

Not waiting for him to ask anything, Bie Yanghong spoke once more.

His expression was abnormally solemn, as if he hoped for Chen Changsheng to remember every word.

"If you meet them, please kill them."

With these words, a violent killing intent surged up, rising like a banner, a spear, breaking out of the small courtyard and up into the heavens.

At this moment, Bie Yanghong’s finger touched the center of Chen Changsheng’s brow.