Chapter 790 - The Gale Snaps the Rotten Wood
Chapter 790 of "Red Heart Patrols the Sky" opens with: Jiang Wang gripped Feng Ming in one hand as he walked, stepping on Qingyun clouds.As... Find out what happens!
Jiang Wang gripped Feng Ming in one hand as he walked, stepping on Qingyun clouds.As he hastened along, he casually hurled out exploding Flame Sparrows, creating loud blasts in the high skies over Yong Countryâs capital to draw the attention of powerful beings.
For those cultivators who were still at the Green Cloud Pavilionâs gateâŚ
that was all he could do for them.
Jiang Wang had no particular affection for them, and aside from the identity of Yu Songhai, he had no other involvement.
His risky rescue attempt was motivated by nothing more than four wordsâhis heart could not bear it.
The demons that had besieged Green Cloud Pavilion had clearly taken advantage of the fact that the Lord Protector Jiao Wu had gone to the front lines.
However, they wouldnât dare to be too obvious about their attack.
That Ghost Fog Formation was meant to conceal their actions.
Jiang Wang first broke the Ghost Fog Formation to create a chance for the Green Cloud Pavilion cultivators to escape, then caused a ruckus in the high skies to lead the powerful Yong Country beings to Green Cloud Pavilion.
If those four demonic beings didnât wish to die in Yong Country, they would only have the choice to flee quickly.
Theoretically, at least half of those Green Cloud Pavilion cultivators should survive.
And he couldnât possibly do anything more.
After all, to the powerful figures of Yong Country, he was not someone trustworthy.
If he made any more noise high up in the sky, he might end up being âexterminated as a menaceâ by someone.
Without stopping for a moment, after launching several more exploding Flame Sparrows, he immediately turned westward, flying discreetly for a while before dropping from the high sky and sneaking into a wilderness.
He carelessly threw Feng Ming onto the grass.
Dispelling the Immortal Technique, he sensed the benevolent Qingyun clouds floating beneath the Cloud Top Fairy Palace.
He couldnât help thinking that Green Cloud Pavilion had been continuously gathering benevolent Qingyun cloudsâindeed, the cultivators from Cloud Top Fairy Palace in Ancient Times who practiced the Walk in the Sky Immortal Technique must have all come from here.
In other words, Green Cloud Pavilion ensured the continuation of the Walk in the Sky Immortal Technique.
If one day the clouds beneath Cloud Top Fairy Palace were completely replaced by the benevolent Qingyun clouds, then could these clouds also support and carry Cloud Top Fairy Palace in flight?
When Cloud Top Fairy Palace was at its peak, it was an immensely colossal entity.
Even if it could move, it would inevitably do so slowly and with difficulty.
With a massive amount of benevolent Qingyun clouds to rely on, covering a thousand miles at a stroke, and possessing a grand and overwhelming presence, it would truly have the grandeur to dominate an era.
The Walk in the Sky Immortal Technique allowed Jiang Wang of the Inner Mansion Realm to successfully escape the encirclement of the four great demonic beings.
It was absolutely the strongest Escape Skill he had mastered to date, far surpassing the previous Grade-A inferior Dao Technique, Flamming Meteor, by who knows how much.
Of course, Immortal Techniques have their own system and cannot simply be compared with Dao Techniques.
The nine great Immortal Palaces overwhelmed their era in Ancient Times but in the current world, that vast Immortal Technique system has only been passed down in fragmented pieces.
It was only after finding the lost structure of Green Cloud Pavilion and mastering Walk in the Sky that Jiang Wang was able to glimpse just the tip of the iceberg.
It was as though an invisible hand had erased everything related to the Immortal Palaces.
Why the nine great Immortal Palaces fell and who destroyed them, how the Immortal Technique system disappearedâŚ
The mists of history swirled through time.
Jiang Wang couldnât help but recall the two blood characters that had disappeared from the Divine Inscription MonumentââDao Thieves.â
Thieves of the Dao indeed.
What kind of entity could bear such a title?
This was frightening, unsettling.
Could what Ye Lingxiao had mentioned about fortune and disaster possibly also be related to this?
Setting aside his thoughts on the Immortal Palaces for the moment, Jiang Wang looked down at Feng Ming.
The restraints on the man had long been undone, but he still hadnât moved at all, his gaze vacant, without uttering a word.
It was as if he had been scared witless.
âIf youâre not dead, make a noise,â Jiang Wang said, looking at him.
Feng Mingâs eyes were still dull for a while before they finally gained some semblance of life, as if he had come back to life.
âHas Green Cloud Pavilion fallen?â he asked.
âYou might as well think that,â Jiang Wang replied.
His voice was very cold, not because he no longer needed to coddle Feng Ming in the guise of Yu Songhai.
It was because Feng Ming, as he was now, no longer had the privilege of living in liesâhe had to face reality.
Feng Mingâs eyes moved with difficulty toward Jiang Wang, filled with a glimmer of hope: âDid my fatherâŚ
escape?â
âWhen you didnât dare to look, his body was already being dissolved,â Jiang Wang said.
Such a cruel statement.
It ignored his plea and refused his fantasy.
It forcefully dragged him from the painful predicament of self-comfort and searching for a life-saving straw into the blood-soaked reality.
Feng Ming forcibly opened his mouth, probably wanting to cry bitterly.
But no sound came out.
He wanted to shed tears, but strangely, there were none.
At that time, he was thrown onto the open ground, helplessly watching the obese demon move back and forth.
He knew the demon was tossing corpses into a large cauldron to boil, and he stared desperately at the night sky, not daring to glance at it.
It was then that his fatherâs body was boiled awayâŚ
In the first moments of the attack at Green Cloud Pavilion, his father had judged the situation to be dire and handed him the key to the secret vault, telling him to hide, while he himself went to confront the crisis.
When he was easily captured and taken to that clearing where the cultivators were corralled like livestock, he should have known his father was already gone.
Yet he didnât dare face it.
âI took a risk to rescue you, not to watch you put on a display of sorrow,â Jiang Wang said coldly again.
Feng Ming glanced at Jiang Wang somewhat blankly.
âStand up!â Jiang Wang ordered.
Feng Ming shivered subconsciously, his hands pressing against the ground as he finally climbed to his feet.
He looked pitifully at Jiang Wang, like a delicate and powerless little animal.
Gone were the days of his slyness, pride, and joy.
âSongâŚ
Songhai,â he tentatively called out.
He was like a child with no ability to defend himself, testing the safety of his surroundings.
Perhaps, as Chi Lu had said, without his father Feng Yueâs protection, he was nothing but an incompetent waste.
But he had clearly sensed Jiang Wangâs purpose and had guessed what Jiang Wang might be searching for.
He wasnât⌠stupid at all, quite the opposite â he was very smart.
He was just too fragile.
Overprotected and too inexperienced.
A fierce wind blows, and the sturdy pines stand tall while the decayed wood breaks.
Jiang Wang paid no attention to the call and simply said, âYou begged me to save you, so I did.
I hope you think about why you wanted to survive at that moment.â
âIâŚâ Feng Chi pursed his lips, perhaps unable to find an answer, and finally said, âI am very grateful to you.â
âIf you want to thank me, then quickly come up with something valuable enough for me to accept your gratitude.
I will wait for your thanks.
If you want revenge, the ones who destroyed Green Cloud Pavilion are the nine great demons.
They should be prepared for retribution.â
After finishing his indifferent statement, Jiang Wang turned away.
Rescuing Feng Ming, he had done all that benevolence and righteousness demanded of him; he was not Chi Lu, with no interest in adopting a son.
âSonghai!â Feng Ming called out to him: âWhere⌠where are you going?â
âTo the place I should be going.â
âCan I⌠come with you?â Feng Ming said hesitantly, then quickly added, âIâll be your attendant!â
âA good Sect vanished just like that, a stable country falls in a day.
The world is so cruelâŚâ Jiang Wang countered, âWould you want to bring a liability with you?â
Feng Ming bit his lips hard, unable to make a sound.
âHow old are you?â Jiang Wang asked again.
It was almost an insult.
But Feng Ming had no right not to answer.
âTwenty-one by nominal age,â he said.
âI remember your father said that at twenty-one, he had already opened three trade routes for Qingyun.
Think carefully about how all that youâve taken for granted came to be.
Consider where the path you should take lies.â
As Jiang Wang spoke, he suddenly remembered something and asked, âWhat is the date today?â
Feng Ming, unaware of the intention, still answered, âI think itâs, the twenty-eighth of the first month.â
Jiang Wang nodded and walked away into the distance.
Itâs my birthday, huh.
He thought.