Loyal Heart Roaming the Skies

Miao Yu left with a charming smile.

The White Bone Messenger was a complicated person. Although they had been together for a long time, she couldn't see through him.

His current behavior might be a test to see if she had discovered Dao Zi, or it could be a reminder for her to be cautious and not expose the fact that she had found Dao Zi.

Everyone gathered in the White Bone Path for a common ideal, but before reaching the ultimate goal, each person had their own calculations.

As for the Second Elder, his intentions were much clearer. He didn't care about what results Miao Yu could obtain from the interrogation. Perhaps he had nothing to do with the Ji Xuan incident, but it was also possible that he knew Miao Yu wouldn't find anything.

Miao Yu didn't bother guessing the thoughts of this cunning old man. She would only be misled and couldn't figure it out.

There weren't many people responsible for monitoring the line of plundering the aquatic race.

Miao Yu didn't inform anyone that she would appear on the banks of Qingjiang. Only someone who was very familiar with her would be able to guess this.

She didn't know who the person secretly passing on the message was, and interrogating them one by one would be meaningless because they might really know nothing.

She was very worried about the exposure of Dao Zi's situation. After escaping from death, this anxiety couldn't be suppressed and was even showing.

But now, it was obvious that the White Bone Messenger had some suspicions, and the Second Elder was not a fool either.

After Dao Zi was born into the world, he wouldn't awaken immediately. On the contrary, he would be bound by everything he experienced after birth, and then go through a long process of liberation and awakening. Before that, Dao Zi wasn't powerful, and what determined his combat power was only his cultivation after birth.

This also meant that Dao Zi was likely to be destroyed or replaced before awakening... This was the reason why Miao Yu acted in secret, especially after the Grand Elder showed little interest in finding Dao Zi.

As the Saintess and Dao Zi's destined partner in the mortal world, what she wanted to do was to accelerate Dao Zi's awakening process.

Therefore, after determining that Jiang Wang was Dao Zi in the mortal world, she arranged three things.

These three things were three choices.

She wanted to shake and even destroy Jiang Wang's existing moral concepts, and then help him find himself.

The first thing was to make him think about the country and the court, the second thing was to make him think about the relationship between the human race and the aquatic race, and to think about the human race itself.

As for the last thing... it could only be postponed.

Something seemed to have happened in the Cloud Nation, and the Grand Elder was temporarily out of contact. The Second Elder and the White Bone Messenger were also unclear in their attitudes. Perhaps now was not a good time.

After all, it was too dangerous now. She thought.

She walked back to her room with an unsettled mind.

So much so that she forgot that she was never a person who cared about danger.

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...

When Jiang Wang was very young, his father told him that the aquatic race were people who lived in the water.

They had their own thoughts and emotions, their own family and friends, and their own love and hate.

In fact, this was the consensus among people.

This consensus didn't come out of nowhere, but was the result of the interaction and integration between the human race and the aquatic race over thousands of years, as well as the efforts of countless wise individuals from both races.

And now, someone was secretly abducting the aquatic race, extracting their meridians to refine the Open Meridian Pill. It was as if, in order to obtain the perfect Open Meridian Pill, humans were willing to extract the meridians of cultivators.

This made Jiang Wang feel the disorder and absurdity of this world.

"Don't you think these things don't exist?" Zhao Ru Cheng drank until his handsome face turned red, and his speech became more casual.

It was already late at night, and Jiang An An had already fallen asleep. After Jiang Wang finished his cultivation, he still couldn't sleep, so he came out in the middle of the night to find Ling He and Zhao Ru Cheng.

The three brothers gathered at Zhao Ru Cheng's house to drink, getting drunk and blurry-eyed.

Talking about the tangled things in their hearts, the youngest Zhao Ru Cheng was the most dismissive.

"There are many people who eat others, Xiong Wen is just one of them!" He sprayed alcohol as he laughed, "Do you think so? It's just that many people don't eat so directly. They find another way to eat, and you think there are fewer people who eat others. Third Brother, you are too naive!"

"You're not naive, Third Brother." Ling He had also drunk a lot, but even if he was drunk, he wouldn't let himself be unrestrained. He leaned against the chair, took a deep breath, and said, "He, he believes in something."

"What about you, my eldest brother? What do you believe in?" Zhao Ru Cheng patted his knee and grinned, "You're so young, but you always act like an old man with a kind face. Why?"

"I believe in the inherent goodness of human nature. I believe that no one really wants to eat others. Many times, it's because they have no choice. If they have the opportunity to choose, they won't do that. I believe that everyone wants to stand in the sun with a clear conscience."

"Third Brother, you are a bit naive... You are silly!" Zhao Ru Cheng was a little unstable, so he leaned on the armrest of the chair and swung his hand forcefully, "Don't give those people a chance!"Jiang Wang slumped on the table, pouring himself another drink. The alcohol flushed his face as he squinted his eyes and said, "The boss is the kind of person who never harbors ill intentions towards others. There are many things he would never do, and then he assumes that others wouldn't do them either."

"People are all made of flesh and blood." Perhaps he had indeed drunk too much, Ling He seemed somewhat stubborn tonight. Or maybe he was always a stubborn person at heart, just not willing to argue when sober.

"Some flesh is rotten, covered in sores!"

"But before the sores, it was good."

"No, no, no, some people, their hearts are not made of flesh, they are made of rotten sores!"

"Nonsense, Xiao Wu. A rotten sore can't form a human heart."

Ling He was truly drunk. It had been a long time since they had used the nickname Xiao Wu among themselves.

Zhao Rucheng chuckled, "Not all people are human, my silly brother."

"But not all people are not human either." Jiang Wang, who was watching the argument, accurately caught the loophole and confidently said, "The reason why humans are humans is because most people are human. Otherwise, why don't we call ourselves ghosts?"

He raised his right hand in a drunken stupor, "So, I declare! The boss is right!"

Ling He broke into a grin, his laughter pure and content.

"Screw it!" Zhao Rucheng rolled over, lying back on the chair, "I don't care who lives or dies in this damn place. Except for you guys, and the tiger..."

Suddenly, he started crying, "Wuuu... and Fang Pengju. Damn Fang Pengju!"

Usually, he was the one who showed the most disdain for Fang Pengju. Only when he was completely drunk and let go of everything, would he say such things.

Jiang Wang, swaying slightly, poured himself another drink, "To the damn Fang Pengju."

Then he drained the cup.

Zhao Rucheng cried for a bit, then stopped, and huffed, "The tiger has been in Jiujiang for so long and hasn't sent us any news, he's also a damn one!"

"Yes, another damn one!"

Half-drunk, half-awake, Ling He suddenly corrected them, "It's tiger's day."

...

Uncle Deng was leaning against the door at some point, his hands tucked into his sleeves. Listening to the voices in the room, he sighed deeply, his voice filled with regret, "They're all still children..."

The night wind rustled his sleeves, and a drop of blood silently fell.

But before it hit the ground, it was caught by some force and dispersed into nothingness.