Chapter 130 - Fatty Orange Cat in the Deep Courtyard
Chapter 130 of "Red Heart Patrols the Sky" starts with thrilling twists: There is no self without objects, hence no arising and no ceasing.ââ âThe Sutra of... Continue the story!
There is no self without objects, hence no arising and no ceasing.ââ âThe Sutra of the Boneless Oneâ
Jiang Wang shuffled his feet, striving to suppress his restless mind.
He had to, and could only, believe in Dong Ah.
Amidst the restlessness in Tongtian Palace, he strained to maintain his calm.
He turned to the inner gate dormitory to greet the solitary Ling He.
Despite repeatedly urging caution, he did not know what specific dangers to advise him against.
Ling He noticed something was off with him, but didnât overthink it, assuming it was the succession of disciplesâ deaths that was unnerving him.
He counseled Jiang Wang not to worry too much and suggested that he would not take on any tasks for a while, advising Jiang Wang to go home and rest for a few days to prepare for the New Year.
Finally, he patted Jiang Wang on the shoulder, saying with a smile, âThe tiger will be back soon.
Letâs drink together!
For the New Year!â
That indeed made Jiang Wang smile.
There was nothing more beautiful than reunion.
âEh!
Letâs drink together.â
Jiang Wang left the dormitory, intending to go home.
Today, he did not leave through the back door; instead, he took the front exit.
He wanted to take a detour to pass by Zhao Ruchengâs home and have a word with Ru Cheng before returning.
It was just because of the unease in his heart that he wanted to talk to them.
But in reality, he had nothing specific to say.
It was nothing more than the usual reminders about safety and avoiding danger.
However, since he was not clear about where the danger would come from, naturally, he did not know how to avoid it.
With the New Year approaching, most of the Dao instituteâs disciples were still engaged in arduous cultivation or on tasks to hone themselves.
Not many people were on the instituteâs paths.
Those few who were present all had an uplifting aura, full of vitality.
It was like Fenglin Cityâs Dao institute, bustling and rising, with an unlimited future filled with brightness and possibilities.
If Dong Ah had built a solid foundation for Fenglin Cityâs Dao institute, then Zhu Weiwo had become a fluttering flag for it.
Already, a good number of promising cultivation talents had expressed the desire to come here to practice.
Given time, the achievements of Fenglin Cityâs Dao institute were boundless.
Looking at their smiling faces, feeling their vigor, Jiang Wang suddenly found himself ridiculous.
What am I fearing?
He asked himself.
Yet there was no answer, only the flickering dance of the black candle, growing more frenzied.
The Star-Winding Serpent had already coiled itself into the shape of a pancake.
In front of the statue of the Dao Ancestor, Jiang Wang sat down on the stone steps, forcefully resisting his shiver as he silently sorted out his Dao heart.
In a secluded small courtyard within the Wang clanâs lands.
The ivy had already receded.
The sunshine scattered in, and the courtyard door was slightly ajar, as tranquil as ever.
Full of excitement, Wang Changxiang approached, but he slowed his pace when he reached the entry, gathering his emotions.
This yearâs new entrants to the county academy did not shine particularly brightly when he and Li Jianqiu first enrolled.
But as their studies progressed, they gradually found their stride.
Now they were both within the top ten of the new students at the county academy.
Of course, he wouldnât stop there.
He even had the confidence to pass the next Three Counties comparison.
The future was good, full of hope,
And what made him happier was the reason he hurried back to his clan today.
Yesterday, he had completed a highly difficult task at the county academy and was thus awarded a vial of secret medicine.
This medicine was said to expand the Tongtian Palace and also had an effect on clearing the Dao channels.
A secret medicine capable of expanding the Tongtian Palace was naturally of great use to everyone.
But for Wang Changxiang, the ability to âclear the Dao channelsâ was the reason he had risked his life.
He couldnât even be sure if the medicine would be effective on Wang Changji; he had asked his teachers at the academy, but all they said was that there was a possibility.
And just a âpossibilityâ was enough.
It was wonderful!
Because in the days past, after examinations by various others, the conclusion drawn about Wang Changji had always been âimpossible.â
Professing no hope, no possibility.
And it was precisely for this reason that their father had completely given up on his elder son, and Wang Changji himself had become disheartened.
Their memory was not without scenes of the two brothers frolicking at their fatherâs feet, although those fragments were rare, they were precious, worth striving for.
From the city Dao Academy to the county Dao Academy, he had improved his cultivation level, broadened his horizons, and seen more opportunities and possibilities.
From âimpossibleâ to âpossible,â wasnât that progress?
He had always felt that his elder brother was the knowledgeable, tall, and warm figure in his memory.
Compared to the brief interactions with his father, he grew up following his elder brother most of the time.
While his father was more of a âClan Leader,â his elder brother took on the role of âfatherâ to a greater extent.
Even if the whole world gave up on his elder brother, even if his brother gave up on himself, he would never give up.
This was the reason why he had come this far.
Wang Changxiang couldnât wait a moment longer, his typically praised calm and steady temperament wasnât enough to help him now.
The moment he got the secret medicine, he rushed home, like a child eager to present a treasure.
He traveled overnight, eager to return.
In half a day, he went from Qinghe City to Fenglin City, faster than a galloping horse.
Without time to greet his parents and paying no attention to the other clan members, Wang Changxiang headed straight for his brotherâs courtyard.
He stopped at the entrance of the courtyard.
âStay calm.
Donât give too much pressure, and donât show too much hope either,â
Wang Changxiang told himself in his mind.
Because the greater the hope, the greater the despair.
That scene where Wang Changji swallowed the Channel-opening Pill but there was no reaction had already been etched deep into his heart.
He often remembered his brotherâs despairing eyes in his midnight dreams.
If the county Dao Academy had no solution, there was still the state Dao Academy.
If the state Dao Academy also had no solution, there were other countries.
EvenâŚ
there was Jade Capital Mountain.
There would always be a future, there would always be hope.
Wang Changxiang finally adjusted his breathing, gently pushed open the courtyard door, and stepped inside.
The small courtyard was empty, and there was no familiar figure on the recliner.
And right in front of him, in the courtyard, on the Qingzhuan tiles.
There was an âupturnedâ orange cat.
To say it was upturned wasnât accurate.
Because this chubby orange cat had been dismembered on the ground.
Cat head, limbs, including the tail, were neatly arranged as if they could still be put back together.
It was Little Orange.
The short-tempered, proud Little Orange.
It was the chubby orange cat that Wang Changji treasured and cared for affectionately.
Wang Changxiang panicked at once.
His Dao heart couldnât remain stable.
Forgetting his Dao Technique in the moment, he stumbled into the inner room, âBrother!
Brother!â
âWang Changji!â he shouted.
He faintly heard a weak response, seemingly coming from Wang Changjiâs bedroom.
Wang Changxiang ran desperately to the bedroom, his Path Origin surging, providing him with relentless strength.
At this moment, he finally heard the voice clearly.
It was indeed Wang Changjiâs voice.
The voice was filled with anxiety, irritability, ferocityâŚ
These were emotions Wang Changxiang had never seen in his brother before.
Even when he was a child, after tearing his beloved book, his brother would only warn him gently, telling him not to do so.
Even after becoming an adult, when he faced various snubs and grievances, he would just turn away indifferently, telling himself to let them be.
But now, that voice was so grating, so violent, even desperate.
The voice was shoutingâ
âWang Changxiang!â
âWang Changxiang!â
âGet out!â
âGet out!â