signingbooks Chapter 245 What A Pity
Chapter 245 What A Pity
"Unfortunately, there are no 'ifs'."
"Let's forget about it, let's not talk about these things."
"What I wanted to express is that the monster sect master of Misty Cloud Sect, he actually died... How did he die?"
"So, this woman in front of us, is she the living sacrifice he used to resurrect himself?"
"Could it be that guy also ended up ruining his future because of practicing evil techniques?"
Tang Zhao had a pensive look on his face, feeling that something was gradually connecting.
Listening to this guy's words, Chu Qianqiu also had some thoughts, feeling like this guy who usually annoyed him might know many things he didn't know.
"By the way, you and Falling Star Empire have always been enemies, so as a member of the royal family, you should also have some understanding of Misty Cloud Sect."
"Damn it, I should have come to you for answers earlier. Why didn't I think of it back then?"
Regretfully placing his hand on Tang Zhao's shoulder, Chu Qianqiu now looked like the superior of this "emperor".
"Cough cough, Brother Chu, I've already said most of what I know just now."
"If you have any more questions about the sect master of Misty Cloud Sect, I'm afraid I can't help much."
"After all, as you know, I'm just a 'kid' who has lived for over a hundred years, while the other person has probably lived for thousands of years."
"It's okay, I've gathered all the information about the opposing sect..."
"We can slowly investigate later."
"First, let me ask, do you have any way to save this woman?"
Pointing to Gu Wanqing lying on the ground, Chu Qianqiu also helplessly asked everyone who could possibly help.
Tang Zhao lowered his body, sensing Gu Wanqing's breath, and then felt her pulse. After furrowing his brow, he sighed softly.
"I feel... she's already a dying person."
"Brother Chu, don't force yourself, try to accept it."
"In this situation, unless a true immortal descends, no one can do anything."
Helplessly spreading his hands, as if no one had a solution now.
Chu Qianqiu scanned the crowd, and everyone had their own expressions, looking at Gu Wanqing as if they were looking at someone who was about to die. There was really nothing to hide.
With things having come to this point, accepting reality was the fastest way to find peace.
Always holding onto unrealistic fantasies was actually torturing oneself.
...
Chu Qianqiu examined himself and felt that what everyone was advising was correct.
This was the established fact. From the moment she was chosen to become the Saintess of Misty Cloud Sect, perhaps everything was already predetermined.
However, in the process, his own strength grew too fast, to the point where it forcibly rewrote the timeline and allowed Gu Wanqing, who was sacrificed in the ritual, to regain her life.
But what use was it to regain her life?
If she still had consciousness now, perhaps she was in a state worse than death, enduring endless pain and suffering brought by her body every second.
The most effective solution was actually what he did back in Clear Pond Town, when he stopped her from becoming the Saintess of Misty Cloud Sect in front of everyone and forced out the truth.
Perhaps that was the most effective way to save her life, but how could that be possible.
"Alright, since that's the case, let's all disperse for now."
"I'll settle her down here to rest and try to make her hold on a little longer. The rest of you can do whatever you need to do."
"Disperse."
Chu Qianqiu calmly spoke these words, his facial expression as calm as a still ancient well, undisturbed. But only he knew the ripples in his heart.
It was a slight ripple, like the wind blowing over a lake at night, or like the fluttering of birds in moonlight, gentle yet enough to leave a lasting impression.
Some truths were destined to be buried forever, and some people were about to pass away forever.
...
Gradually, people began to leave.
Tang Zhao went to reinforce the city walls of all the cities, in preparation for a possible invasion by the Demon Race.
His father and Xiao Hong went to the higher levels of the Trial Tower, hoping to gain more power before the disaster arrived.
His mother, carrying the child, Chu Yayi, who had just been born, couldn't leave her behind and had to put aside her plans to become stronger.
Although Ren Qianxue couldn't become stronger, due to her unique physique, cultivation was almost meaningless for her.
The other wives, while ensuring their well-being, also entered the Trial Tower.
The Chu family members, after confirming that the Demon Race had not invaded, moved some furniture back to the courtyard and chose to live outside the secret realm.
But after everyone finished these trivial matters, they ultimately returned to the Trial Tower. Almost no one wanted to stop and rest.
Even Bai Zhuang, who had just arrived at the Chu family, greeted everyone and curiously entered the Trial Tower to see what kind of magical place it was that could rapidly enhance everyone's strength.
It seemed that now, except for Chu Qianqiu himself, everyone else had something to do.
But this didn't mean he was slacking off. In fact, with everyone's efforts, he didn't need to work hard anymore. After all, he had a system, and even without exerting effort, he could still stay ahead of everyone else.
So now, he allowed himself a little diversion.
In fact, it wasn't really a diversion. He planned to examine the things he had brought back from the Misty Cloud Sect and see if there was a way to save Gu Wanqing.
When his father returned, he also brought back an ancient sword, which he said was found in the hidden Cave Mansion of the Misty Cloud Sect. Chu Qianqiu had already studied it in advance.
The material of the ancient sword was still unknown, but it felt like touching a stone, with a strange and ancient simplicity, and it was extremely tough. It was difficult to evaluate the quality of this thing.
His father also brought back a corpse.
The sword was next to the corpse, so they should be related. It was highly likely that it was the deceased Sect Master of the Misty Cloud Sect.
After all, the bones of the corpse were so hard that even Chu Qianqiu couldn't break them with force.
This was definitely the skeleton of a powerful individual, but that was all.
Through the skeleton, Chu Qianqiu couldn't find any clues.
In the end, he could only conduct a thorough search using the other things he obtained from the Misty Cloud Sect.
First, he searched his first ring.
It was filled to the brim with various martial arts manuals.
The sheer volume of books made Chu Qianqiu's scalp tingle.
Some of these books were serious, while others were not.
After a quick glance, the serious books were mostly low-level cultivation techniques, a small number of high-level techniques, and some bizarre volumes that looked like dark arts. It was hard not to suspect what exactly this sect was doing.