Red Heart Patrols the Sky - Chapter 635 - The Wicked

Chapter 635 - The Wicked

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Chapter 635 of "Red Heart Patrols the Sky" opens with dynamic events: “Your Excellency had best think this through!”The Dean, still exerting the utmost restraint amid his... Read on for more!

“Your Excellency had best think this through!”The Dean, still exerting the utmost restraint amid his shock and anger, said, “Killing an old man might be nothing, but if you kill off the entire Wangjiang City Daoist Academy, you’re making an enemy of the entire Zhuang Country!

You’re even making an enemy of the Taoist Sect!”

“Sounds quite serious,” Jiang Wang played his part with an extremely merciless tone, “Therefore, I advise you to reach an exchange with me as soon as possible, so that Zhang doesn’t have to face such serious consequences.”

“You!” The Dean of the Wangjiang City Daoist Academy shouted angrily, “The epitome of shamelessness!

And arrogant ignorance!

Committing such a terrible sin, do you think you can escape?

No matter how strong you are, can you still escape from Du Ruhui’s Zhi Chi Tian Ya?”

“No matter how powerful Zhi Chi Tian Ya is, can it predict where I am?

I, Zhang Linchuan, consider the whole world my home, so please have Du Ruhui use his Zhi Chi Tian Ya as he pleases.”

Jiang Wang was unmoved, “Five breaths left!”

The Dean closed his eyes in agony, facing a struggle within his soul.

On one side was his life’s work; on the other, all the disciples of the city’s academy.

Meanwhile, Jiang Wang continued counting, “Three breaths!”

The Dean gritted his teeth, just about to speak.

Just at that moment, a voice rang out not far away, “Which esteemed figure graces our Wangjiang City Daoist Academy?”

This voice was stubborn and solid, like a rock, leaving a lasting impression.

Jiang Wang gave it some serious thought and caught the anxious glance from the dean across him and instantly understood.

It was Fu Baosong!

Fu Baosong, who should have been studying at the county or national academy by now, was actually in the city academy!

And he had noticed the spread of the phantom flower.

That made things even more certain.

The Dean of Wangjiang City Daoist Academy might not choose the other disciples in the city academy, but he would definitely not ignore Fu Baosong.

After all, he taught his unique secret technique only to Fu Baosong, virtually regarding him as his successor.

This was a relationship as close as that of father and son.

Jiang Wang deliberately revealed his presence, and as expected, Fu Baosong hurried over.

Three days earlier, Fu Baosong had opened the Heaven and Earth Gate and officially stepped into the Ascending Dragon Realm, qualifying him to study at the national academy.

After completing all his handovers, he chose to return to Wangjiang City to share the good news at the first opportunity.

Raised solely by his father, he had been obstinate since childhood.

He had a rough relationship with his uncles and brothers.

After his father passed away a few years ago, he simply cut off contact.

The only thing left in Wangjiang City that he cared about was the Dean of the city academy.

Since he joined the external division of the academy, the Dean had always taken great care of him.

Once he moved to the internal division, the Dean spared no effort in teaching him, viewing him as his successor.

To him, the old Dean was both a teacher and a father.

Returning to Wangjiang City, he naturally stayed in the city academy.

This evening, as he was conducting his evening practice, he suddenly felt something was amiss and sensed the presence of the phantom flower.

He stepped forward immediately, not only as a deterrent but also as a warning.

As he saw it, being one of the only two cultivators at the Ascending Dragon Realm in the entire Wangjiang City academy at that time, it was his undeniable duty to step up when the academy was in trouble.

Then, upon discovering that the odd fluctuation of aura originated from the Dean’s quiet room, he grew even more anxious and rushed over, powered by his Dao Technique.

His living quarters weren’t far from the Dean’s quiet room; he arrived at the door in an instant.

Standing at the entrance, he had just finished making hand signs and was fully prepared to charge in by kicking down the door…

when the door suddenly opened.

Fu Baosong instinctively was about to unleash his Dao Technique, but he felt a tight grip on his hand, his Dao Technique was scattered, and then he was pulled into the quiet room by a strong force.

Bang!

The door shut tight!

The whole process lasted less than two breaths.

It was nothing more than the opening and closing of a door.

Fu Baosong had already had his Path Origin scattered and was thrown beside the Dean of Wangjiang City Taoist Sect Institute.

And Jiang Wang, wearing a mountain ghost mask, sat before them with perfect posture.

Without any power to resist, Fu Baosong was subdued and fell to the ground, but his first instinct was to check on the old Dean: “Teacher, are you alright?

How are you?”

The Dean silently glanced at him, then turned to Jiang Wang and said through gritted teeth, “Sir, your heart is ruthless and your hand is cruel—I am impressed!”

“You flatter me,” Jiang Wang replied with the self-awareness of a villain, chuckling lightly: “So, shall we continue?”

“What choice?” Fu Baosong asked from the ground.

“I played a game with your teacher, a killing game,” Jiang Wang explained patiently: “I wanted him to give me the Decayed Wood Decision.

Otherwise, every thirty breaths, I would kill a person, until not a single soul remained in the entire Wangjiang City Institute.”

Fu Baosong was silent for a moment, then got up to fetch paper and ink: “I’ll go get a brush and paper.”

Jiang Wang knew that Fu Baosong was familiar with the Decayed Wood Decision, and had planned to try him if he couldn’t get it from the Dean of the Wangjiang City Institute.

However, having witnessed his stubbornness during the Three Cities Dao Conference, Jiang Wang hadn’t been confident and had kept him as a backup option.

Fu Baosong’s decisive compromise caught Jiang Wang somewhat by surprise.

For a moment, his gaze shifted back and forth between Fu Baosong and the Dean of the Wangjiang City Institute.

The Dean merely said in a strained voice, “Baosong’s decision is my decision.”

This was the Dean’s quiet room; naturally, Fu Baosong was familiar with its setup.

He quickly found paper and ink and started grinding the inkstone earnestly.

“This is your teacher’s unique secret technique, the culmination of a lifetime’s work.

It has been your trump card; are you sure you want to give it up so readily?” Jiang Wang couldn’t help asking.

Fu Baosong’s hands were steady.

As he ground the ink, he said, “Human lives are more important than Dao Technique.”

Jiang Wang fell silent.

Fu Baosong quickly finished grinding the ink, took up the brush, and began recording the Decayed Wood Decision.

The room was silent for a time, Dean and Jiang Wang each unmoving, except for the brush moving across the paper.

“Done.”

Having finished writing, Fu Baosong blew the ink dry and handed the paper with the Decayed Wood Decision written on it to Jiang Wang: “You can check it.”

Jiang Wang glanced over it briefly and knew it was correct.

Of course, the Decayed Wood Decision was an ingenious Dao Technique, a stroke of genius by the Dean, but with Jiang Wang’s strength far exceeding theirs, it was impossible for Fu Baosong to tamper with the Dao Technique.

Jiang Wang took the paper, thought for a moment, and eventually said, “Actually, even if you hadn’t given it to me, I wouldn’t have killed anyone.”

Fu Baosong didn’t say whether he believed him or not, merely stating, “I cannot gamble with their lives.”

Jiang Wang suddenly felt a pang of shame.

In this cultivator who had barely broken through to the Ascending Dragon Realm, he saw a kind of morality and adherence to principle that personified a true and upstanding gentleman.

Jiang Wang stood up and looked at the Dean: “My initial offer still stands.”

As he spoke, he took out two small booklets he had prepared earlier, one recorded the Flower Sea and the other the Crown of Thorns.

He placed them lightly on the chair he had occupied: “Both you and your disciple can study them.”

The Dean said nothing.

Only Fu Baosong said, “Sir, having achieved your objective, may you now leave?”

Jiang Wang did not take offense, simply stating, “Such people as yourself are rare, I hope you live well and can go much farther in the future.”

As his words fell, his figure disappeared.

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