Chapter 1692: Chapter 1688 Compensation
Outside the city, Tu Shanxue cradled the corpse of the Lord of Qingqiu Kingdom, descending slowly.
In the instant Tu Shanxue landed, the once perfectly preserved remains of the Lord of Qingqiu Kingdom began to wither and decay bit by bit, gradually turning to dust that rged entirely with the earth. Only the storage bracelet on her wrist fell into Tu Shanxue’s hand.
Tu Shanxue stared blankly as her mother vanished into smoke before her eyes. Clutching the storage bracelet, she stood frozen in place, letting the wind in the valley gradually dry the trails of tears on her face.
It was only then that Shen Luo realized Tu Xue was the daughter of the Lord of Qingqiu Kingdom, the rightful heiress of Qingqiu, and that her true na was Tu Shanxue.
Conflicted and torn, he wanted to step forward and offer words of comfort, but for the mont, he didn’t know how to begin.
To be t with such a sudden tragedy, no one could possibly accept it.
“How dare you! To force our Lord of Qingqiu to her death…”
At that mont, an enraged voice suddenly rang out as seven or eight figures leapt out from the city and landed on the city wall, each wearing expressions of hatred as they glared at the people below.
Shen Luo raised his head and saw at once the Chief Strategist You Su standing at the center, leaning on a silver rod with a look of dominion over the scene. Beside her, Su Xiao, who had departed earlier, stood again among them.
The fury within him ignited in an instant.
Though he still lacked concrete evidence, in his heart, he was already certain that the Chief Strategist You Su was the mastermind behind this series of conspiracies. She was the one most deserving of death as atonent.
However, with the Lord of Qingqiu’s prior entrustnts, Shen Luo did not wish to provoke further conflicts and forcibly suppressed his anger.
When he caught sight of Tu Shanxue standing ahead of them with her back turned, her shoulders trembling slightly, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow.
The Allied Forces of Various Sects had no plan either, leaving the scene in utter silence.
After all, with the Lord of Qingqiu now dead by dissolution in front of them, they could no longer justify further invasion.
After deliberating for a long while, Lu Huaming stepped forward and said:
“Now that the Lord of Qingqiu has sacrificed her life in atonent, the turmoil of the Chang’an Fox Chaos is considered resolved. From this mont, the Great Tang Dynasty Governnt and the Qingqiu Fox Clan have no alliance, nor any grievances or entanglents. We hope the Qingqiu Fox Clan will conduct itself wisely and stop committing unrighteous acts.”
The other factions, having originally co under the pretext of addressing the Chang’an Fox Chaos, hesitated upon hearing the Great Tang Governnt declare its withdrawal of aggression against Qingqiu Kingdom.
“It’s true that the Lord of Qingqiu has atoned with her death, but this can only absolve the Qingqiu Fox Clan of capital punishnt. The damages caused to Chang’an City and our factions must still be compensated,” shouted a stern elder from the Allied Forces.
“Agreed! The Qingqiu Fox Clan must take responsibility for the losses and provide reparations,” soone imdiately echoed.
Soon, such calls for reparations from Qingqiu Kingdom grew more vocal, even Lu Huaming was unable to suppress them.
Many sects had suffered little to no losses during the Chang’an Fox Chaos but had joined in opportunistically, hoping to reap rewards from the attack on Qingqiu Kingdom. Now, if they were to retreat empty-handed, they would leave with nothing, naturally unwilling to accept that outco.
As the cries for reparations grew louder in the valley, the Chief Strategist You Su’s lips curled into a faint smile.
“You all want reparations, to ruin my Qingqiu City and pillage it to your heart’s content, don’t you? That’s the real reason behind this grand coalition against Qingqiu Kingdom, isn’t it?” she suddenly shouted aloud.
This sudden outburst shook the entire valley.
The cultivators of the Allied Forces flinched as pangs of unease struck their hearts, and even Tu Shanxue, imrsed in her grief, was startled awake.
She turned her head to glance at the cultivators of various sects, her gaze sweeping over every one of them, as though she were committing each face to mory.
When her eyes passed over Shen Luo, they paused montarily before moving away.
Then, clutching the storage bracelet left by her mother, she began walking toward Qingqiu City.
The Qingqiu Fox Clan mbers at the city gate saw this and quickly stepped aside, creating a clear passageway for her.
Even so elders who were familiar with her tried to approach with words of solace, but they were driven back by the hatred burning in her eyes, silencing them entirely.
Chief Strategist You Su glanced at Tu Shanxue’s departing figure, then turned her gaze back to the valley. Her next words left everyone present in shock:
“Everything you seek is within Qingqiu City. If you desire it, co and take it…”
The peace bought with the Lord of Qingqiu’s life—she clearly cared nothing for it.
“Great Elder, what do you an by this?” soone from the crowd below cried out, discontented.
“We no longer wish to fight. Too many have already died,” voices of dissent echoed within the Fox Clan.
Chief Strategist You Su ignored these protests. Clutching her silver staff tightly in one hand, she raised the other before her, closed her eyes, and began chanting in a soft voice.
That eerie chant, like the murmurs of a demon, reverberated throughout the valley.
“Hoo…”
A faint wind, carrying a slightly tallic scent, blew out from the gate of Qingqiu City, brushing past the bodies of the sect cultivators.
Shen Luo frowned deeply, overco with an ominous foreboding.
As he was about to warn Lu Huaming, he saw the entire Morning Sound Valley suddenly erupt with ghostly green flas rising from the ground.
Above in the skydo, shadowy clouds gathered, blotting out the sun and plunging midday into blackened night.
An indescribable deathly qi began to spread through the valley.
And then, a horrifying scene unfolded!
Amidst the hiss and rustle rising from all directions, the previously fallen fox clan cultivators began swaying and staggering as they rose from the ground.
So had already broken, so were missing heads, so wielded empty hands, while others still gripped weapons. Yet now, all of them seed to have been revived, standing up from where they had perished.
“This is…” Everyone was stunned into silence by what they saw.
“What’s going on?”
“Hmph! Parlor tricks…” A bold cultivator from the Allied Forces strode forward toward a headless fox corpse, raising his blade and slashing down in anger.
The long knife cut diagonally across the corpse’s neck but failed to sever it in one stroke, instead becoming lodged in its right abdominal ribcage. Headless as it was, the corpse drove its longsword precisely into the cultivator’s heart.
A Taoist priest stepped forward hastily, waving a hand as a fire talisman ignited, transforming into a surge of red flas that engulfed a dozen corpses instantly.
Yet the charred corpses, devoid of sensation or pain, continued their advance step by step, unbothered by the burning of their flesh and blood.
Seven Kills let out a cold snort, his Xingtian Reverse in hand sweeping outward. A crescent-shaped blade arc rushed forward, slicing through the undead fox corpses and shattering them into countless fragnts.
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