However, before the black divine monument could fall down, it unexpectedly split into pieces with a loud bang.
At the same time, Kong Lanyou flew out from the centre of the shattered divine monument, covered in seven-coloured holy light, like a peerless peacock goddess, striding towards the Middle Winning King.
With each step, she was able to span a distance of tens of miles, and the heavens and earth seemed to have become somewhat small under her feet.
“How is this possible?”King Zhong Win revealed an unbelievable expression.
All along, the Huan Yu Divine Tablet Palm was the most proud of King Zhong Win’s mastery, invincible and invincible.
How could he have thought that it would be broken so easily?
Not allowing King Zhongyin to think too much, Kong Lanyou had already arrived in front of him and struck out with a finger, pointing towards his brow.
A seven-coloured light converged towards the tip of the finger.
This finger drained the spiritual qi of the earth and sky within a thousand miles, and even the rules of the earth and sky became a bit chaotic.
The Middle Winning King once again pinched out his palm and struck out the power of the Hundred Saints.
Behind him, the silhouettes of the Hundred Saints, also struck out a palm at the same time, striking at Kong Lanyou in front of him.
“Pfft.”
Kong Lanyou’s finger struck through the palm of the Middle Winning King.
Immediately after, she transformed her finger into a palm and struck three palm imprints in a row, striking the centre of the Middle Winning King’s palm, his chest, and the left side of his brain respectively.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Suffering from three heavy blows in a row, a large portion of the Fateful Qi on the Middle Winning King’s body dispersed, his body was sunken, his neck bone was broken, he spat out blood, and flew out to the right side.
Kong Lan You’s palm, carrying the Peacock Bright Flame, caused the body of the Middle Winning King, to burn up. No matter what means the Middle Winning King used, he was unable to extinguish the flames.
His flesh, as if it was a red-hot iron block, unexpectedly began to melt.
Realising the huge gap between himself and Kong Lanyou, King Zhong Win did not dare to continue the battle and flew down to the top of the White Bone Altar, harnessed the altar, and immediately flew in the direction of the Underworld King’s Sword Mound.
In an instant, he disappeared into the sky.
Only the Green Sky Blood Emperor could dissolve the Peacock Bright Flame on him, thus, he had to rush back immediately.
Kong Lanyou stood in mid-air, quietly staring at the fleeing Middle Winning King, and did not make a move to intercept him.
Because, she had deliberately let the Middle Winning King go.
“When the Qingtian Blood Emperor helps the Middle Winning King to dissolve the Peacock Bright Flame on his body, he will have to consume at least 20% of his cultivation.”
Her gaze, looking downwards, stared at Indra’s body and said, “Master, do you want to make a trip to the Underworld King’s Sword Mound together?”
Indra looked at the devastated earth, with flames burning everywhere, and sighed, saying, “The felons imprisoned within the Underworld Hells must not escape, for humanity, that would be the end of the world.”
“Since the flames of war have already spread to the Sikong Zen Academy, I’m afraid that the poor monk will no longer be able to do it alone.”
“Let’s go! We have to go and meet the Qingtian Blood Emperor for a while, and we’d like to see just how powerful the Immortal Blood Race has become after 800 years.”
Kong Lanyou glanced at Zhang Ruochen again before, finally, taking a step out as if she was penetrating a certain layer of barrier between heaven and earth, and when her feet landed, she had already appeared at the Underworld Sword Graveyard.
Indra had also rushed off to the Underworld King’s Sword Mound, and only Zhang Ruochen, the Great Scholar, the Second Scholar, and the Little Scholar remained in the Sikong Zen Courtyard.
“Since Lan You and Master Indra rushed to the Underworld Sword Mound, coupled with the siege of the imperial army, the Underworld Hell should not be lost.”Zhang Ruochen said in his heart.
No matter what, the Immortal Blood Clan was the public enemy of humanity, and no one would want them to release the Underworld King.
“Huh! Where is that Second Prince of the Immortal Blood Clan?”
The second prince’s fingers, scratched his scalp.
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze, swept over, and sure enough, he did not see the Second Prince’s figure.
It was unknown if he had already fled in the chaos or died in the aftermath of the battle from the Saint-level battle just now?
Without further thought, Zhang Ruochen sat down on his knees, swallowed a mouthful of Xuanwu Sacred Blood, cupped a Sacred Stone in each hand, and began to go all out to restore the Sacred Qi in his body.
By the time daybreak came, Zhang Ruochen’s cultivation, had already recovered 70% to 80%.
Zhang Ruochen stood up, moved his wrists and ankles, and stood halfway up the mountain, looking down the mountain.
The originally lush mountain forest had completely turned into scorched earth, and in some of these places, there were still flames burning, melting the soil into magma.
At this moment, in the Zen courtyard, a smell of rice wafted out.
Zhang Ruochen stood up and followed the scent to the Zen Courtyard’s fasting hall.
Only to see that the Great Sikong, the Second Sikong, and the Little Sikong, who was only three or four years old, were gathered around the three directions of a yellowish-brown wooden table, eating a fasting meal.
On the table were corn porridge, steamed buns, bamboo shoots, and some green coloured fruits, which were very vegetarian, yet quite sumptuous.
Outside the Zen garden, it had only just experienced a life and death battle, and the earth in a radius of a thousand miles had turned into terracotta. It was a bit unbelievable that they could eat and sleep as usual as if nothing had happened.
Seeing Zhang Ruochen who walked in, Da Sikong immediately put down his bowl and used his fist to knock on the table, reprimanding, ”Second Senior Brother, look at the way you’re eating, just like a hungry beggar, how do you look like a person who cultivates Buddhism? Can’t you see that Scholar Zhang has come in? Why don’t you go get him a bowl of fasting rice?”
“Oh!”
The Second Sikong immediately put down his bowl and walked towards the kitchen.
Dasikong’s big face smiled at Zhang Ruochen and said, “The second disciple is just like that, he’s still young and doesn’t know too much, don’t be offended by this, cultivator Zhang. Take a seat, take a seat, the fasting food of the咋们禅院, is always filling.”
Zhang Ruochen walked to a wooden table next to the window and sat down, looking at the pagoda outside the window and the red flowers entwined on the railing, for some reason, his mind became incredibly peaceful.
This Zen garden was a truly pure place, and it was only because of his arrival that the purity of this place was broken, and there was actually some guilt in his heart.
Unable to help himself, Zhang Ruochen sighed.
“What are you sighing for?”
On the opposite side, a clear and pleasant voice rang out, extremely melodious, both like a clear spring flowing over a rock and a clear wind brushing the bright moon.
Zhang Ruochen fixed his eyes and looked over, and at some point, the seat opposite him was already seated with a white-haired woman of great beauty.
Zhang Ruochen immediately looked to the right side, only to see that beside the table of the Grand Secretary and the Small Secretary, there was even an old monk who had unknowingly appeared, sitting quietly on top of the chair as if he had been sitting there all along.
Obviously, Kong Lanyou and Master Indra, just a moment ago, had returned to the Sikong Zen Courtyard.
Zhang Ruochen immediately asked, “Senior Kong ……, have the undead blood races in the Underworld Sword Mound retreated? What is the outcome of the battle?”
“You answer my question first.”
Kong Lanyou’s pair of beautiful and outstanding eyes were like two black gems, staring straight at Zhang Ruochen as if they wanted to see through him.
Zhang Ruochen pursed his lips and became calm, pointing his finger at the red flowers entwined on the window pane, saying, “You see how beautiful life is while we are destroying it all, shouldn’t we sigh?”
Kong Lanyou gently shook his head and said, “No, it’s not right.”
“Not right?”Zhang Ruochen asked a rhetorical question.
Kong Lanyou continued to shake his head without blinking at a glance, saying, “You shouldn’t be so calm, as a normal person, when I sat across from him, he should have been in a state of sincere fear, immediately standing up and kneeling down in front of me to bow down. Yet, you didn’t.”
Zhang Ruochen remained calm and collected, his fingers gently tapping the desktop as he said, “Do you wish to see me that way?”
“Of course I don’t wish to.”
Kong Lanyou added, “When you were trying to disguise yourself, even I couldn’t see any cracks. So, before returning to the Zen Garden, I told Master Indra that I wanted to quietly see what you were like when you weren’t disguising yourself.”
“You saw that? Then, can you tell me what I really looked like at that time?”Zhang Ruochen’s voice trembled slightly as he uttered these words.
Ever since he came to the 800 years, he had been carefully disguising himself, trying to hide the secrets in his heart.
There were times when even he was on the verge of forgetting what he actually looked like initially?
Kong Lan You’s eyes, slightly reddened, said: ”I see that you have some sadness, some sorrow, and some loneliness and isolation. Without experiencing the ups and downs of life, you shouldn’t have such emotions.”
Zhang Ruochen just sat there quietly, silent, but his eyes did not dare to look at Kong Lan You.
He wanted to immediately tell Kong Lan You the truth about everything, however, there were always some negative emotions that would unknowingly pop up and influence his decision.
“Ming Tang is surnamed Kong, not Zhang.”
“Back then, the Kong family took over the court of the Sacred Bright Central Empire and took away the rights of the Zhang royal family.”
“Are a woman’s words still worth believing?”
……
A single spell-like voice and a pair of bloody images constantly surfaced in Zhang Ruochen’s mind.
“Scholar Zhang, your fasting rice.”
Carrying a wooden tray, the Second Sikong came to the front of the table and placed a bowl of clear porridge, a dish of bamboo shoots, three steamed buns, and four green fruits in front of Zhang Ruochen.
In the other direction, Da Sikong called out, “Can’t you see that Master and Elder Kong have already returned, why don’t you go and serve two more bowls over.”
“Right away.”
The Second Sikong took the wooden tray and immediately went to the kitchen again.
Zhang Ruochen slowly exhaled a breath, trying to adjust his emotions so that he wouldn’t be affected by his heart demons.
Gradually, his expression recovered again as he cupped the clear porridge in his hands and took a sip.
It was very sweet and thick, surprisingly delicious.
Kong Lanyou also seemed to have sensed that Zhang Ruochen’s state just now was dangerous, so she didn’t continue to force him.
She picked up a steamed bun and with her slender jade finger, twisted off a small piece and put it into her crystal clear little mouth, chewing and swallowing slowly, appearing particularly elegant.
Whether it was Kong Lanyou or Zhang Ruochen, both of them actually no longer needed to consume grains and cereals. Only, the two of them were enjoying this rare tranquillity of the Sikong Zen Courtyard.
Zhang Ruochen pretended to be careless and glanced towards her.
The way Kong Lanyou ate was extremely cute and moving, and her two lips were even as flawless as the tip of a lotus, gently mixing, occasionally revealing her snow-white shell teeth, each of which was like a pearl.
At this moment, she was not like any Ming Tang Sacred Ancestor, she was clearly the little girl from 800 years ago.
Everything was like going back to the way it was in the beginning, eating together, going to morning classes together, practicing swords together, and learning together.
Zhang Ruochen treasured this moment right now, because, he didn’t know, would there be another chance like this in the future?
How much he wished that this time, too, could be like it was back then. Chi Yao sat on the side, and somewhat domineeringly snatched the steamed bun in Kong Lan You’s hand, stuffed a small piece into her mouth, and then, put it back into Zhang Ruochen’s bowl, and said smilingly: ”Lan You, you eat so much, what if you grow fat? It should be given to your cousin, he should eat more.”
However, that all, would no longer be there.
