Chapter 111 - Who would willingly disappoint the heart of youth
Chapter 111 of "Red Heart Patrols the Sky" opens revealing intense scenes: Miao Yu left with a coquettish smile, swaying as she departed.The Bone Messenger was a... Keep reading!
Miao Yu left with a coquettish smile, swaying as she departed.The Bone Messenger was a very complicated person.
Although she had known him for a long time, she couldnât see through him.
His behavior today could have been a test to see if she had discovered the Dao Child.
It could also have been a reminder for her to watch her state and not expose the fact that she had found the Dao Child.
Everyone had gathered under the banner of Bone Tao for a common ideal, but before that ultimate goal, each had their own little schemes.
As for the Second Elder, his stance was much clearer.
He simply didnât care what outcome Miao Yu could extract from her interrogations.
Perhaps he was uninvolved with the Ji Xuan incident, but it could also be that he knew full well Miao Yu would find out nothing.
She never bothered guessing the thoughts of such a wily old thing.
It would only mislead her and sheâd never figure it out.
There were not many people assigned to follow up on the abduction of the Water Race.
No one knew that Miao Yu herself was going to show up at the Qing River waterfront, so anyone who could guess that must be intimately familiar with her.
She didnât know who the person hiding in the shadows passing messages was, and interrogating them one by one was pointless since they truly might know nothing.
She was very worried about the Dao Childâs exposure, and after a narrow escape from death, this anxiety uncontrollably revealed itself.
But now the Bone Messenger clearly had his suspicions, and the Second Elder was not a fool either.
Upon entering the world, the Dao Child wouldnât awaken immediately.
On the contrary, it would be bound by all the experiences after birth before it began the long process of struggling free and awakening.
Until then, the Dao Child wasnât powerful; what determined its strength was the cultivation it undertook after birth.
This also meant that the Dao Child could be destroyed⌠or replaced before it woke.
This was the reason why Miao Yu acted in secret, especially after the High Elder seemingly showed insufficient concern for finding the Dao Child.
As a saintess, as the destined worldly partner of the Dao Child, what she wanted to do was to hasten the Dao Childâs awakening process.
Therefore, after determining that Jiang Wang was the Dao Child in this world, she arranged three things.
Three things, three choices.
She aimed to shake or even destroy Jiang Wangâs existing moral beliefs, then help him find himself again.
The first thing was to make him reflect on the nation, the Court.
The second was to make him think about the relationship between the Human Race and the Water Race, and ponder the essence of the Human Race itself.
The last thing⌠could only be postponed.
The High Elder was involved in something unknown in Yun Country and had lost contact for a while.
The attitudes of both the Second Elder and the Bone Messenger remained unclear.
Now might not be the best time.
After all, it was too dangerous now, she thought.
Her mind unsettled, she walked back to her room.
So much so that she forgotâshe was never a person to consider danger in the first place.
When he was very young, his father told Jiang Wang that the Water Race were people living in water.
Like the Human Race, they had their own thoughts and emotions, their own kith and kin, love and entanglements.
In fact, this was the consensus among people.
This consensus hadnât come out of nowhere; it was the result of millions of years of interaction and adaptation between the Human Race and the Water Race, the efforts of countless sages from both races.
Yet now, some were secretly abducting members of the Water Race and extracting their dao channels to make Channel-opening Pills.
It was as if to obtain the perfect Channel-opening Pill, humans would not hesitate to extract the dao channels of cultivators.
This made Jiang Wang feel the worldâs disorder and absurdity.
âYou think such things donât exist?â Zhao Rucheng, his handsome face flushed with drink, spoke with increasing abandon.
It was late at night, and Jiang Anan had long since gone to bed.
Unable to sleep after his cultivation practice, Jiang Wang went out in the middle of the night to find Ling He and Zhao Rucheng.
The three brothers gathered at Zhao Ruchengâs house to drink, their eyes blurry with intoxication.
When it came to the troubles of their hearts, the youngest, Zhao Rucheng, was the most dismissive.
âThere are many who eat people, Xiong Wen is just one of them!â he said with a laugh, his breath reeking of alcohol, âWhat do you think?
Itâs just that many people donât eat directly; they change the way they eat, and you think there are few who consume others.
Third Brother, youâre too naive!â
âYour Third Brother isnât naive,â Ling He had also drunk a lot but even in his inebriation, he wouldnât let himself become debauched.
Leaning back in his chair, he took a breath and said, âHe has his own beliefs.â
âWhat about you, my big brother, what do you believe in?â Zhao Rucheng patted his knee, opening his mouth wide and asked, âSo young, yet always like a kind-hearted old man.
Why is that?â
âI believe in the innate goodness of human nature.
I believe that no one truly wants to eat another person, and often they do so out of desperation.
Given the chance to choose, they would not act like that.
I believe everyone wants to stand clean under the sun.â
âThird Brother is a bit naiveâŚ
are you stupid?â Zhao Rucheng was starting to lose his balance and simply slumped over the armrest, flinging his arm away, âDonât give those people a chance!â
Jiang Wang lay his head on the table, pouring another cup of liquor, the alcohol reddening his face as he squinted and said, âBig Brother is the kind of person who harbors no ill will towards others.
There are many things he could never bring himself to do, and so he thinks that others wouldnât either.â
âHearts are all made of flesh, after all.â Perhaps it was indeed the alcohol talking, but Ling He was feeling particularly obstinate tonight.
Or maybe it was that he was stubborn at heart and simply didnât like to argue when sober.
âSome flesh is festering and rotten!â
âBefore it festers, itâs good.â
âNo, no, no, some peopleâs hearts arenât made of flesh, theyâre just festering sores!â
âNonsense, Little Five.
Festering sores canât form a human heart.â
Ling He was truly drunk.
It had been a long time since they had used the nickname Little Five among themselves.
Zhao Rucheng started to chuckle, âHaha, not all beings are human, my foolish brother.â
âBut not all beings are inhuman either.â Jiang Wang, from his spectating position, caught the flaw and spoke with confidence, âWhat makes a human is that most people are human.
Otherwise, why wouldnât we be called ghosts?â
He lifted his right hand as he swayed drunkenly: âSo, I declare!
Big Brother is right!â
Ling He opened his mouth and laughed, a laugh filled with childlike satisfaction,
âTo hell with it!â Zhao Rucheng turned over, lying back in his chair, âIn this wretched place, I donât care who lives or dies.
Except for you guys, and the tigerâŚâ
Suddenly he started to cry, âWuwuwu.
And Fang Pengju, damn it, Fang Pengju!â
On any normal day, he would appear the most disdainful towards Fang Pengju.
It was only in moments like these, when inhibitions were down and they were thoroughly drunk, that such words would emerge.
Jiang Wang swayed as he poured himself another drink, shaking it slightly, âA toast to damn Fang Pengju.â
Then he downed it in one gulp.
Zhao Rucheng cried for a bit, then just as quickly stopped, getting angry, âTiger has been in Qing River for so long and hasnât sent us any word, heâs also a damn it!â
âRight, another damn it!â
Ling He, half-drunk and half-sober, suddenly spoke up to correct them, âItâs Tigerâs damn it.â
Uncle Deng, without anyone knowing when, leaned against the door outside, hands folded in his sleeves.
Listening to the voices from the room, he let out a long sigh, his voice filled with sorrow: âTheyâre still just kidsâŚâ
The night wind blew through his sleeves, as a single drop of blood silently fell.
But before it could hit the ground, some force caught up to it, dispersing it into nothingness.