Chapter 912: Chapter 538
Inside the Great Hall of the Underground Palace, there was a small conceptual conflict taking place.
Was exchanging a severed arm and disfigured face for a shocking achievement of Fu Yao counter-killing a Golden Core worth it or not.
The meaning between the lines of the tall, thin old man’s words was that a seven-foot man should be a hero, achieving merit, virtue, and words. So what if his arm is severed or his face disfigured, one can achieve resolve through physical sacrifice, and that is the true great Confucian scholar.
However, for the woman in the Confucian robe, even if it were the achievements of killing a hundred Golden Core or even Nascent Soul cultivators, if the price was one arm and an intact face of the Ziyu in her embrace.
She wouldn’t trade it for the world.
What achievement of reverse killing by crossing realms, what virtue and words, what great heroes and villains…
None of them are as important as…one finger of her student.
Man and woman, different genders and identities, sometimes their concepts are worlds apart.
And if there are family members involved… that is often called a generation gap.
The unknown Mo Xia, whose whole body was composed of snow-white Sword Qi, withdrew his gaze, making it impossible to discern his expression at this moment.
The snow-white Mo Xia lightly placed one hand on the slender sword at his waist, holding Zhao Rong’s blood-stained sword scabbard in the other hand, walked to the southeast corner, and looked down at the blood-stained Golden Core beneath his feet.
The tall, thin old man and Zhu Yourong both seemed to realize there were outsiders present, making it unsuitable for them to quarrel.
At this time, the radiance from the Jade Pendant at Zhao Rong’s waist grew fainter, and the virtual images of Zhu Yourong and the tall, thin old man became increasingly sparse and faint.
Zhu Yourong fed Zhao Rong another elixir pill and lightly patted his back.
Once his breathing steadied, she quickly tidied up the place and after making it suitable, helped Zhao Rong lie against the wall of the Dragon Coffin.
She placed Sumeru Objects and items like handkerchiefs near him, to prevent him from waking up before her Nascent Soul arrives.
After completing these tasks, the woman in the Confucian robe stood up and looked down at the severely injured man below.
Her Snow Eyes Nascent Soul was still on the way and would soon arrive here.
The tall, thin old man, about to leave, said to Zhu Yourong, whose side face was turned toward him, “Did you forget?”
“There’s no need for your advice.”
Zhu Yourong turned without looking at the tall, thin old man, bowed toward the snow-white Mo Xia who was examining the Golden Core in the corner, and said seriously, “Thank you, Mr. Bai, for your assistance.”
The snow-white Mo Xia nodded slightly, holding his sword, without speaking.
The tall, thin old man nodded at him, then vanished alongside Zhu Yourong.
From beginning to end, they never asked who the snow-white Mo Xia was to Zhao Rong, or why he appeared there with him…
Inside the Great Hall, apart from the unconscious Zhao Rong, only the snow-white Mo Xia remained.
He stood silently in the corner.
After watching the Golden Core in the corner for a moment, he turned and walked carefully around the Great Hall, especially at the blood circle and blood-colored Hexagram that Zhao Rong had drawn on the floor with the sword scabbard.
The snow-white Mo Xia held his sword with one hand and the blood-stained sword scabbard with the other, executing a strange movement.
He retraced the steps of the two patterns Zhao Rong drew back then.
If Zhao Rong were awake at this moment, he would surely be surprised, for the snow-white Mo Xia almost perfectly replicated his movements from that time.
What Zhao Rong didn’t know is.
The snow-white Mo Xia walking slowly is also surprised by him at this moment.
Fu Yao defeating a Golden Core — the snow-white Mo Xia has witnessed this before, yet these were all ‘Heaven’s mandate children’ with great opportunities or strong protectors, lacking neither treasures nor divine skills, and their means to counter a Golden Core were unmatched.
Yet what about Zhao Rong just a few incense sticks’ time before?
All he had were some Whale Song Amber, the scholar sword left in the back hall to shield those pitiable concubines and maintain their ‘dignity’, leaving only an empty sword scabbard.
But he had to face an unscrupulous vengeful older monster of the Golden Core Realm alone in the chamber.
The danger and despair within are evident.
The snow-white Mo Xia, who almost watched over Zhao Rong, Zhao Lingfei, and Zhao Qian’er growing up, carefully wiped the ancient mysterious bird pattern on the sword scabbard.
Then he bent over and gently placed the sword scabbard on the knees of the sleeping Confucian scholar.
“Indeed… something different.”
A low whisper sounded.
The Heavenly Destiny Mysterious Bird, truly, never lacks brave young men.
The snow-white Mo Xia turned around.
Having found Zhao Rong, he was preparing to take the location back to inform a certain impetuous lass on the verge of losing control over her Sword Heart.
Thinking of that disciple, the snow-white Mo Xia, whose body was filled with Sword Qi, shook his head helplessly and returned to the southeast corner.
He lowered his eyes and took a look at the Golden Core beneath his feet.
It had four Heavenly Traces on it, now lying quietly on the ground, without any sign of abnormality.
Like an ordinary stone bead, ready to be picked up anytime.
Yet the snow-white Mo Xia knew, beneath the calm surface of this Golden Core, lay a hidden universe.
It had already been tampered with by “that person.”
Just like the Great Demon Chi Yu, who created the massacre of the Zhi Shui Country’s Zhao family branch.
When it was captured by the Great Minister of Punishment of the Tianya Sword Pavilion and about to be taken alive, it suddenly caused its Nascent Soul to lose control and self-destruct.
It had also been tampered with by “that person.”
So this enigmatic Fourth Grade Golden Core is also like this.
Once controlled and contacted by a powerful presence, it would trigger its unique restriction.
Therefore, this “backdoor” was silent and hidden deep, not easily triggered, and even the disfigured old Confucian himself didn’t notice it beforehand.
The snow-white Mo Xia knew this was specially prepared for them, a signature trick of “that person.”
However, “that person” would never have expected Qin Jianfu to be counter-killed by Zhao Rong, a mere Fu Yao Realm cultivator, without any powerful external interference, that Zhao Rong would dig it out alive from the disfigured old Confucian’s Dantian.
He didn’t even have the chance to trigger it.
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PS: A bit stuck, a bit short… Brothers, refresh often on this chapter.