Chapter 707 - The Old Man at Dusk
Chapter 707 of "Red Heart Patrols the Sky" starts here: Jiang Wang held his breath and concentrated, even his heartbeat stopped.The seamless Hidden Clothes allowed... Discover what happens next!
Jiang Wang held his breath and concentrated, even his heartbeat stopped.The seamless Hidden Clothes allowed him to blend perfectly with his environment.
The methods used by Yin Guanshi could temporarily deceive a Godly cultivator.
However, it was not foolproof.
Especially, who was Song Hengjiang?
Having made his name centuries ago, he was a figure from the same era as Zhuang Chenggan, the Taizu of Zhuang Country.
Even Yin Guanshi himself wouldnât dare to say he could avoid Song Hengjiangâs scrutiny if he were here.
Perhaps it was because Song Hengjiang had expended too much energy in the previous battle at the Lan River; at this moment, his aging was very apparent.
He was stooped and weary.
Walking in this underwater grotto, he seemed especially powerless, like all elderly at the end of their lives.
Or maybe, Song Hengjiang was willing to show his aged state because there was no one else around.
The mighty Lord of Qing River, a renowned figure for hundreds of years and at least a powerful being in the God Descending Realm, should have a Golden Frame and Jade Marrow, with cultivation that did not regress until death.
The fact that he looked like this now was clearly an indication of a problem.
He walked through the grotto, casually glanced at the stone coffins, and then headed directly towards the cave entrance on the left sideâright next to where Jiang Wang was hiding.
As Song Hengjiangâs slow steps drew closer, Jiang Wangâs heart grew tighter and tighter.
This was no ordinary old man, but a peerless fierce creature that was momentarily napping.
A tremendous pressure weighed on his heart, making him feel somewhat cold.
He didnât want to entrust his life and death to another, but the vast gap in power left him no choice.
The difference between life and death could be just a fleeting glance.
Song Hengjiang arrived in front of the stone coffins, didnât pause, lifted his foot, and walked into the cave on the left.
Jiang Wang gently closed his eyes and sighed a long sigh of relief in his heart.
Song Hengjiang obviously didnât think someone was hiding here and didnât bother to check thoroughly; he simply walked into the inner cave.
âHeâs almost done for,â Jiang Yan said in Tongtian Palace, his voice tinged with emotion.
Jiang Wang suddenly came to his senses, hesitatingly said, âMembers of the Water Race naturally have longer lifespans, and heâs such a strong cultivatorâŚ
how could this be?â
Jiang Yan was silent for a while, possibly pondering carefully, before responding, âHe must have sustained some irreversible injuries.
Back then, he was among the most top-notch Godly cultivators.
With his talent, he should have reached the Dongzhen Realm long ago.
The fact that he is still in God Arrives Realm already reveals the problem.â
Jiang Wang speculated, âIf he indeed suffered some irreversible injuries in the past, could the raising of these Yin Demons be related to his injuries?â
Jiang Yanâs voice was faint, âWho knows?â
Just then, Song Hengjiangâs voice rose from the inner cave.
âAnother year has passed.â
He sighed.
It sounded like he was talking to someone, his voice filled with the vicissitudes of time.
âItâs alreadyâŚ
two hundred eighteen years.â
âWanxi, itâs been two hundred eighteen years.
Are you in pain?â
Regret?
No, it sounded like the name of a person.
âWas there any famous person named Wanxi in Zhuang Country over two hundred years ago?â he asked Jiang Yan back in Tongtian Palace.
âHow should I know?â Jiang Yan suddenly became very impatient.
Jiang Wang dared not move, dared not relax; the feeling between the two eerie blood-patterned coffins was very uncomfortable, giving him the illusion that he was already dead.
Moreover, the blood patterns were so disturbing, twisting the heart, assaulting the soul.
He could only focus all his attention on his hearing, listening to Song Hengjiangâs voice in the cave within.
Song Hengjiang seemed to be talking to himself, because from beginning to end, Jiang Wang didnât hear anyone respond.
âI went to the Lan River again.â
âThat old geezer died a thorough death, his descendants, all useless.
The entire Lan River, not a single Water Race worthy of standing properly before me.
It was Beigong Jade who intervened, or the Lan Riverâs palace would have been completely destroyed.â
âHa, old geezer.â
Song Hengjiangâs voice suddenly became melancholic, âUnwittingly, Iâve become the âold geezerâ in other peopleâs mouthsâŚâ
âGao Xian shows great promise.
Already a True person of this era, but heâs no good thing.â
âHe does not respect the Water Race, nor does he respect the ancient covenants.
He has forgotten Zhuang Chengganâs promise, he doesnât know himselfâŚâ
âHe even forced me to ally with Luo Country, to wage war on Yong, do you know that?
He simply doesnât care about the Water Raceâs hatred and perseverance.
But because of youâŚ
but because of you, Wanxi, I still held expectations for him.â
âExpectation after expectation came to nothing.â
âI rashly meddled in the succession of the throne, helped him secure the imperial seat.
But when I turned around, he was not tolerant towards the Water Race.â
âI hoped he would be as pure and kind as you, but he is more like Zhuang Chenggan.
No, he is even more ruthless than Zhuang Chenggan.â
âHe actually threatened me with Qingyue and Qingzhiâs lives, do you know that?
Although he never explicitly said it, I could entirely feel his coldness.
Now that the situation is overpowering, I can only drag this decaying sickly body and battle Lan River once more.
If you knew all this, how heartbroken you would beâŚâ
âWas it Han Yin who drove him to this?
I hope thatâs the caseâŚâ
Song Hengjiang, like all old people facing the twilight of their lives, babbled on and on.
âNow Han Yin is dead.
Of those past acquaintances, be they enemies or friends, hardly a few remain.
On the way here earlier, I thought for a while, and I couldnât figure it out.
I donât know if Iâm too old, or if they died too cleanly.â
âDeath isnât such a big deal; I was ready long ago.
Iâve held on for so many years, all for the sake of the Qingjiang Aquatic Clan.
Now that Qingyue has grown up, a lot of things he does are even better than mine, I can rest assured.
The only worry is Qingzhi, whoâs too young and still very naiveâŚâ
âCome to think of it, Qingyue also has his flaws.
Heâs too proud, never willing to bow his head.
Iâm afraid that after Iâm gone, Gao Xian wonât tolerate himâŚâ
âBut what can I do?â
âThis day was bound to comeâŚâ
âAh.
How does that saying go?
âDeath is the only fairness,â right?â
âWanxi, as your brother, I donât know whether Iâm a little more selfish, or my love for you is greater.
These years, perhaps you have also been in much pain?â
âWhen itâs time for me to go, Iâll take you with me.â
âThat day wonât be farâŚ
wonât be farâŚâ
âDo you still remember the duckweed flowers?
The day they bloom across the waterâs surface, the drifting reaches its end.â
Song Hengjiang spoke slowly, bits and pieces from here and there.
Much like all the old people conversing with those dear to them.
Always tirelessly sharing trivial things.
But Jiang Wang could no longer discern the details in Song Hengjiangâs babbling, because a more immediate and terrifying matter had already presented itselfâwhile casting spells on Hidden clothes, Yin Guan couldnât possibly commit too much power, hence the means he employed had a certain time limit.
And from that nameless green mountain all the way here, the time was almost up!
The three tactics Yin Guan laid upon the Hidden clothes, one was consumed when he observed Du Yehu at Jiu Riverâs mystic armor, another was used when he killed Dong Ah, and now this was the last one.
The concealment effect of Hidden clothes was almost useless when facing a Godly cultivator.
Once the tactic left by Yin Guan on the Hidden clothes wore off, he would be equivalent to standing stark naked before Song Hengjiang.
It would mean certain death.
No chance whatsoever to resist.
The time remaining for this concealment was extremely limited, and Song Hengjiang was still droning on.
Those slow, measured words sounded like they could be the chant for a funeralâŚ
inexorably drawing closer!