Xiang Qingtian comnted, "Just like the rain, pouring down in torrents, a lot of people indeed have died."
He Jia again: "..."
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
Yan Shunhua raised an eyebrow, "This prince should learn from the Prince of Chu about such optimism."
"What can you do if you’re not optimistic? Can you change the facts?" Xiang Qingtian spread his hands, "Being pessimistic will only spoil your mood, while at least I can control my own mood."
Yan Shunhua deeply agreed, "Uncle Wang has a point."
"Alright, stop being glib," Hua Yingyue said speechlessly, "Saving people... no, saving souls is crucial... Marshal Huo?"
The soul that fell was undoubtedly Huo Jingyu.
He seed completely unaware of where he was, sorrow written all over his face, paying no attention to the people around him.
And the other person was...
He Jia blurted out, "Teacher."
Imperial Tutor Han Yunsheng!
Han Yunsheng was originally a practitioner of Taoist Arts, proficient in them.
He might not have lived as long as the Penglai Saintess Yue Zheng or Beiming Cult Leader Xing Yunjiu, but he was over a hundred years old.
Yet his appearance remained unchanged, forever youthful.
Therefore, among those saved by Ye Wanlan, only Han Yunsheng was the calst and least surprised.
"Little He." Han Yunsheng stood up, nodding slightly towards him, "It’s Ah Lan."
"It’s Xiao Lan." He Jia was slightly moved, "How could Teacher..."
He deduced that Ye Wanlan saved people according to the order in which they died.
Whether it’s Xiang Qingtian, him, Hua Yingyue, or Huo Jingyu, they all guarded the border of Shenzhou.
They were naturally among the first to die.
But as the Great Master of the Daning, Han Yunsheng should have been guarding Fengyuan City, so how did he appear with Huo Jingyu?
"I know what you want to ask." Han Yunsheng was silent for a mont, sighing softly, "I left Fengyuan, to see the Saintess and the Sect Hierarch."
He Jia’s expression slightly changed.
Though always among the Six Great Sects, Penglai and Beiming have long secluded themselves, only appearing at the Martial World Conference every five years.
"I went to them this ti, intending to die," Han Yunsheng said calmly with his hands behind his back, "I wanted to use my life to ask the Heavenly Dao if Shenzhou could still be saved."
He was not only the Imperial Tutor but also the national protector.
To die for the country was his duty.
Xiang Qingtian was also shocked, "Yunsheng, you..."
"I was prepared to die." Han Yunsheng’s smile was faint, "I also knew that when I t with the Saintess and the Sect Hierarch, Ah Lan was there; although it was all Ah Lan, it wasn’t at the sa ti."
Hua Yingyue was a bit confused, "What do you an..."
"My trip to et the Saintess and the Sect Hierarch was supposed to be secret, with no fourth person knowing," Han Yunsheng said, "But Ah Lan appeared in ti, protected my soul, and brought here. So she had already co once before."
He Jia exhaled slowly, "I see."
Because regrets were right in front of her, did Princess Yongning return this ti to erase those regrets?
"Ah Lan is incredibly powerful now." Han Yunsheng smiled, "I think nothing can stop her anymore."
Xiang Qingtian was smug, "My niece, naturally the most powerful under the heavens."
"Yun Qing!" Huo Jingyu suddenly awoke, looking up with tears glistening in his eyes, "Did you... see Yun Qing?"
At the mont of death, the last sense to disappear is hearing.
He heard Shui Yunqing’s chaotic footsteps rushing over, and he heard her calling him repeatedly.
But he could only listen, unable to move, unable to speak.
However, Huo Jingyu thought, dying in Shui Yunqing’s arms was already complete for him.
He just didn’t know if she ever heard him calling her na.
Probably not.
Yan Shunhua frowned, "Palace Master Yun Qing? I’m afraid Palace Master Yun Qing isn’t dead yet at this point."
Huo Jingyu turned pale, "Then could she have..."
He and Shui Yunqing indeed only t three tis.
Love at first sight.
Fell in love on the second eting.
Parted by death at the third eting.
They were both Sect Leaders, each bearing the responsibilities of their respective sects.
Even while he was in the Shence Military Camp, news about Shui Yunqing was never missed in his tent.
Huo Jingyu understood Shui Yunqing.
Though Shui Yunqing appeared fragile on the outside, she was harsh to herself.
This battle, Shenzhou was unable to resist; even though Shui Yunqing’s dical skills were renowned, it couldn’t change anything.
Then she... might likely transform herself into a Gu Person at the last mont!
"Once you beco a Gu Person, there’s nothing you can do." Huo Jingyu closed his eyes, "Gu People have no mory, no emotions, no senses, retaining only their skills."
"Marshal Huo, don’t rush." Hua Yingyue comforted him, "Believe in Ah Lan’s ability. Perhaps Palace Master Yun Qing is like us..."
"No, she won’t." Huo Jingyu shook his head, "She will definitely make herself a Gu Person at the last mont before she dies."
Hua Yingyue was speechless.
The atmosphere suddenly beca gloomy.
At this mont, even Xiang Qingtian remained silent.
Everyone waited.
Until a new soul appeared within the Chaos Pearl.
Huo Jingyu looked up suddenly, but the next second, her expression darkened.
"Palace Master Fanyin!" Xiang Qingtian was extrely shocked.
The Heavenly Sound Sect was the last line of defense deployed by the Six Great Sects in Shenzhou.
If she had fallen in battle, it ant the invaders had already breached Fengyuan.
Before they could react, another person descended.
This face was also very familiar to them, it was Sword Saint Xie Linyuan.
"Fanyin?!" Xie Linyuan’s pupils shrank, and he quickly stepped forward to embrace Lin Fanyin, "You’re still here... that’s truly wonderful!"
The speed at which souls were falling had beco faster and more nurous.
Ye Wanlan promised to protect the souls of soldiers and civilians, and she succeeded.
At this mont, the number of souls within the Chaos Pearl had already approached a million.
Xiang Qingtian paced anxiously back and forth, "Please, please don’t..."
"Bang."
Before he could finish, a familiar face appeared right before him.
"Little Sister!" Xiang Qingtian quickly stepped forward, "Are you alright?"
"Prince Brother?" Xiang Mingyu was shocked, "How, how did you..."
What on earth was going on?
"Never mind about , how did you die, Little Sister?" Xiang Qingtian frowned, "What of Yongshun and Yongle?"
"I?" Xiang Mingyu hesitated briefly, her voice low, "Drawn and quartered..."
"Those damned bastards!" Xiang Qingtian was utterly enraged, "How dare they... how dare they treat you like this!"
Once Princess Jingan was dead, truly no one could protect Emperor Yongshun and Princess Yongle.
By this ti, Xiang Chen had already ascended the tower.
He lowered his head.
He looked out, seeing mountains and rivers soaked in blood.
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