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All the sages in the Three Thousand Worlds were very interested in His Royal Highness Xiao Wang…..of course, they may also be forced to be interested. Who made an entire universe float inside the mind of Second Young Master Liu? Having lived here, was there any reason not to listen to the arrangements of the master of this world? So they had no choice but to stand by the stream and listen for a long time to how noble and heroic His Royal Highness Xiao Wang was, and one by one, they grew sleepy.

In reality, Liu Xian’an was also very sleepy, so sleepy that he didn’t want to raise his head. However, Liang Shu indulged him very much, and let him sleep if he wanted to sleep, as if he wasn’t paying attention to the congregation of the heretical sect at all. Chang Xiaoqiu stood beside them with his heart suspended in his throat, fearing that the cult would discover that there was a person sleeping soundly. On the one hand, there was a trace of blind admiration, and he felt that he was worthy of His Royal Highness Xiao Wang to be able to deal with such a complicated situation so calmly. He was distracted for a while, and didn’t pay attention to what the person above was saying, just applauding in a daze.

Liang Shu was tall, and stood at the end of the line, so even Wumeng Yunle who was sitting on the high platform didn’t notice the abnormality at this end. She sat there bored, looking at the people below one by one. She had seen too many such fanatical and pious faces, and there was nothing special about them. Besides, the vast majority of girls in the world didn’t like to stare carefully at middle-aged men. After looking around, Wumeng Yunle found that there were only two people who could be called good-looking this time. One was young, and one was…..her eyebrows twitched slightly, because she found that the other party was actually looking at her.

Believers were not allowed to look directly at the Holy Maiden, and just a quarter of an hour ago, someone had died because of it. Because Song Changsheng’s gaze was so straightforward, without any concealment at all, Wumeng Yunle was a little startled when she saw it.

Liang Shu gripped the hilt of his sword calmly.

Chang Xiaoqiu caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, and quickly grasped his sword. He didn’t actually notice Song Changsheng and Wumeng Yunle’s eyes meet, but there was definitely nothing wrong with following along with His Royal Highness Xiao Wang. At this time, Holy Envoy Yang had finished reading out the doctrine, and Liu Xian’an also stood up from the stone beside the stream and waved to everyone, saying in distress: “I really have to go now. If you still want to listen to more, you’ll have to wait until next time.”

The sages didn’t seem to want to listen anymore, and sent this friend away with sighs of relief. Liu Xian’an beckoned a white crane, and was about to return to the real world when there was suddenly a loud roar in his ears—

“Presumptuous!”

He opened his eyes at once.

Liang Shu was holding one of his hands, and squeezed it, saying in a low voice: “Don’t be afraid, it’s all right.”

This end was fine, and the problem was at the other end. Song Changsheng asked lightly: “Where am I presumptuous?”

“You dare to disrespect the Holy Maiden, isn’t that considered presumptuous?” Holy Envoy Yang warned in a deep voice, “Song-xiansheng, don’t forget your identity.”

“My identity, what is my identity?” Song Changsheng pushed the crowd aside and stepped forward slowly. “Am I the number one swordsmith in the Central Plains or the sad man who lost his new wife?”

Seeing that the situation was not good, the disciples of the Baifu Sect rushed forward to surround him. But Holy Envoy Yang did not order for him to be dealt with according to doctrine, and said instead: “The Holy Maiden and I are deeply saddened about the tragedy of Yang-furen, but her soul is already on the way back. Why does Song-xiansheng make trouble at this time? Is he afraid that she will never return?”

“It hurts so much, but her soul is on its way home?” Song Changsheng laughed. His eyes were bloodshot, but he didn’t show much anger, and only lamented word by word in a tired, hoarse voice, “But if not for you, my wife would have never died. She originally only wanted to buy a bouquet of flowers on the street, but was lured into that Buddhist hall. You took advantage of her innocence, kindness, and ignorance of worldly affairs to defraud her of gold and silver step by step and deceive her into stealing my forged swords. I was also at fault. I shouldn’t have been so obsessed with forging swords that I never returned home, and it took me a whole year to notice her abnormality.”

There was a commotion at the scene. In fact, not all standing here today were devout believers, and there were also some people with other thoughts in mind. The Baifu Sect had developed like a raging fire in the past few years. They were also envious and wanted a piece of the pie, so they pretended to be pious and devout, hoping to successfully get into high positions and make a lot of money.

This group of people didn’t understand the ins and outs of the Baifu Sect very well. Listening to Song Changsheng shouting nonstop now, they were inwardly amused, and were just waiting to see him be made a mockery of—being oppressed by an old man. They had already accumulated a stomachful of fire, so no one persuaded him, and it was no big deal to watch the fun.

Yang Yao’s face paled from being scolded. He had originally wanted to save some face for Song Changsheng, because there was indeed no better swordsmith than him in the world. Being able to draw such a person into the Baifu Sect would be of great benefit to the sect’s future development in the Central Plains martial arts realm. However, Song Changsheng didn’t intend to give him the same face. Practically tearing off all pretense, he scolded his own negligence, scolded the greed of the cult, and pointed at Wumeng Yunle, saying loudly: “You killed her!”

Yang Yao couldn’t bear it anymore: “Make him shut up!”

All the disciples of the Baifu Sect drew their swords out of their sheaths, but Song Changsheng jumped up. He was the world’s number one swordsmith, as well as the world’s number one concealed weapons master. A cloud of darts shot from his lapel in an instant, penetrating the throats of the people around him like a rainstorm.

There were screams, and someone among the believers shouted: “Protect the Holy Maiden!”

The vast majority of people rushed forward. No matter if it was real or staged, since they were members of the Baifu Sect, they couldn’t stand by indifferently and let the Holy Maiden suffer. Only Liang Shu and Chang Xiaoqiu were still standing there, guarding the Sleeping Immortal who had just stepped out of a dream.

Song Changsheng failed to hold Wumeng Yunle hostage, because the seemingly powerless girl actually possessed excellent qinggong. She flew up light as a butterfly, passing by the one who came to grab her. Song Changsheng only felt a tingling pain on his face, as if he had been scratched by the other party’s nails, and when he touched it, there was blood dripping down.

Chang Xiaoqiu said anxiously: “He’s no match for the others.”

Liang Shu said: “But he doesn’t intend to fight alone.”

“Ah?” Chang Xiaoqiu was puzzled. “What do you mean…….ah!”

He yelled in panic, causing those around the high platform to look in that direction, and they were also shocked when they saw clearly. They didn’t understand how the young head of the Wanli Escort Bureau suddenly committed suicide by jumping off the mountain. There was no precipice there either, ah. Chang Xiaoqiu bumpbumpbump rolled down the cliff, grabbing a pile of dead grass indiscriminately. He didn’t realize why His Royal Highness Xiao Wang suddenly kicked him off the mountain, but there was already a dull explosion in his ears!

Liu Xian’an was closely protected by Liang Shu, but even though he covered his ears, they still buzzed for a long time. The high platform had already been blown to pieces, and there were broken limbs and bloodstains everywhere on the scene. Song Changsheng lay on the ground, spitting out blood as he still looked furiously toward the white dress deep in the forest. He tried to get up and chase after her, but he stumbled and fell forward with a thud before he could take a few steps.

He felt that he was going to die, or perhaps he was already dead. He didn’t succeed in avenging his wife, and he was dying like this.

When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was not the underworld, but an inn.

“Song-xiansheng, are you awake?” A young man with round eyes was watching over the bed. “Drink some water first.”

Song Changsheng regarded him suspiciously.

“I’m a disciple of Baihe Mountain Village. My name is A-Ning.” The young man introduced himself. “It was my young master who rescued xiangsheng and brought him back.”

Song Changsheng gradually recalled the explosion. He sat up and asked: “Your young master, he is a young master of Baihe Mountain Village? How could he be on that mountain?”

“En, my family’s second young master. He came to Raven City to find out the truth about the Baifu Sect harming people.” A-Ning supported him. “Xiangsheng won’t be able to get out of bed in the near future. He was seriously injured and poisoned, and it will take a year and a half to recover.”

Song Changsheng didn’t care about his injuries. He only cared about why the second young master of the Liu family was involved in the cult case, so he asked: “Could it be, could it be that the Baifu Sect even dared to win over people from Baihe Mountain Village?”

“That isn’t true. The story is a bit long, so my family’s young master and others will tell it in person.” A-Ning tended to his leg injury. “It’s really dangerous, ah. If it was a bit worse, this leg and the left arm would be lost.”

Song Changsheng smiled wryly: “I didn’t want to live, either.”

“I have indeed met many people who were unwilling to live, but if the knot in one’s heart can be solved, it is better to live after all.” A-Ning fastened the bandages on his hands and feet. “Drink a glass of water first, Xiangsheng, I’ll go get my young master right away.”

He trotted to the corridor, and first lay down next to the crack in the door to observe for a long moment in order to make sure that his young master was not too close to the prince, then knocked on the door and went in, saying: “Song-xiangsheng is already awake.”

Liu Xian’an was helping Chang Xiaoqiu with the scratches on his face: “Understood. Let him wait for a while.”

The young man grimaced in pain, but because of the presence of Liang Shu, he insisted on not saying a word about it. He pretended to be calm and composed as he asked: “How did the prince find out that there were explosives at the scene?”

“I smelled them. After being on the battlefield for so long, I’ve become extremely sensitive to the smell of various explosives.” Liang Shu said, “Also, even if Song Changsheng missed the Holy Maiden by mistake, he still lured the rest of the people toward the high platform. His purpose was even more obvious. He wanted to drag everyone into death together.”

His goal was almost eighty percent achieved, and the remaining twenty percent was due to his failure to die. At the critical moment, he was hit from the side by the hilt of Liang Shu’s sword, and avoided the center of the explosion. The Holy Baifu Maiden didn’t die either. She stepped on the top of Yang Yao’s head and floated away unscathed by her own strength.

Yang Yao completely exploded. His head was separated from his body, and nobody knew whether he voluntarily sacrificed himself for the Holy Maiden or if he stepped onto the pile of explosives and was too late to run.

Chang Xiaoqiu had lingering fears in his heart: “So many people, of whom many were prestigious, died just like this.”

He was still young, and unlike Second Young Master Liu, he had a preference for life over death, so he was still very upset as he continued: “It’s a good thing I was here, otherwise…..” Otherwise his father might not have been able to escape.

Liu Xian’an wrapped the other’s head tightly and left the growing boy alone to mourn the passage of life, going next door with Liang Shu. Song Changsheng was in a trance while holding tea in his hands when he heard a knock on the door. He quickly sat up straight: “Second Young Master Liu.” His eyes then fell on Liang Shu, and he seemed to be stunned for a moment in disbelief. “Your Royal Highness?”

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