Chapter 137: Updated Quietly While You Weren’t Paying Attention, Then Stunned Everyone!
“Wei Lao is back?” Jiang Ce quickly stood up.
Wei Lao heard that Xuan Qing was seriously injured and rushed over immediately to check on him.
But even in such haste, he couldn’t help asking, “Jiang Ce, what are you doing by the window?”
“It’s a bit hot.” Jiang Ce leaned obliquely against the window sill.
This was of course to facilitate escaping at the first moment if the situation turned bad.
Even though he knew he would inevitably be caught back.
But as long as one was alive, if they weren’t even willing to try, what difference was there from a salted fish.
Fortunately, Wei Lao’s attitude didn’t seem to have any major changes; he just asked casually and then focused his attention on Xuan Qing.
Seeing Wei Lao remain composed, Jiang Ce gradually relaxed his vigilance.
In fact, he was also concerned about Xuan Qing’s safety, after all, the other party was injured for his sake.
Wei Lao’s expression gradually turned grave; he knew Bai Qing’s methods well—his Ghost Hand could not only seize souls but also devour flesh and blood. If it weren’t for Xuan Qing’s own sufficient strength and Daoist Qi protecting his body, he would have been killed on the spot by Bai Qing.
But even so, he was now weakened to the extreme, almost like a flickering candle in the wind, extinguishing at a touch.
“You all go out first. I’m going to use Righteous Qi next to temporarily stabilize Xuan Qing’s injuries, but you probably won’t be able to withstand it.” Wei Lao instructed in a deep voice.
Everyone present, even Ku Zhen whose strength was comparable to Xuan Qing’s, obediently left.
Jiang Ce was no exception, but just as he was about to walk out the room door, he was stopped by Wei Lao.
“Jiang Ce, you stay.”
“Ah?” Jiang Ce was stunned: “Do you still need me to assist?”
“No, just watch. I rarely use my origin; you just quietly comprehend it by the side.” Wei Lao said with a serious face.
Do you hear what you’re saying? You even drove out Ku Zhen, saying they couldn’t withstand it—what virtue or ability do I have?
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to withstand Your pressure, Wei Lao; if I die here, wouldn’t that be quite inauspicious?”
Jiang Ce said cautiously.
“I will naturally protect you, and for you, a bit of sense of oppression isn’t a bad thing. If you don’t even have the will to go against the current, how can you make progress?
Besides, what you cultivate is Righteous Qi of the same origin as mine. If you can comprehend even a bit of superficial knowledge from it, it will be enough for you to benefit greatly.”
Seeing Wei Lao so confident, Jiang Ce didn’t say anything more and just quietly sat by the side.
But in his heart, he started muttering.
Same origin? Not the same origin, right? My Righteous Qi is somewhat unorthodox, to say the least.
This won’t get me treated as a heretic and executed on the spot, will it?
But before he could worry further, Wei Lao over there had already begun.
Jiang Ce was immediately stunned, because he had never seen such profoundly thick Righteous Qi before; it was as if it bore the long river of countless years—its mere existence there pressed down on Jiang Ce until he could hardly breathe.
Even the sense of oppression from Bai Qing’s killing move against him earlier was far less heavy than what Wei Lao casually released.
Not to mention Jiang Ce’s own Righteous Qi.
If Jiang Ce’s Righteous Qi’s thickness was like a beautiful girl letting out a non-smelly fart, then Wei Lao’s Righteous Qi was like a single bachelor who never bathed, a toe-picking slob, using water from washing his armpits to stew a pot of thin shit, then mixing it with durian and cooking it together in a microwave.
It was just that disgustingly extreme!
But before Jiang Ce could sigh, he heard Wei Lao’s low voice: “If not comprehend now, when?!”
The next moment, Jiang Ce opened his eyes and found himself standing on a mountaintop, overlooking the splendid rivers and mountains.
“Where am I?”
He vaguely saw people below the mountain all kneeling and bowing to him, and he immediately felt his heroic spirit soaring.
“With Righteous Qi in the heart, even devouring mountains and rivers is not enough!”
He spread his arms, enjoying this moment of grandeur.
In that instant, he seemed to have an epiphany: Righteous Qi stands tall between heaven and earth, benefiting the myriad people—this alone could be called true exhilaration.
But suddenly, someone interrupted his self-indulgence.
Jiang Ce turned around and felt that the shirtless muscular man patting his shoulder looked somewhat familiar.
Soon, he overlapped with the skinny figure from his visualization when he had just comprehended Righteous Qi back then.
“Zi Lu?!” Jiang Ce cried out in horror: “What have you been through?!”
The other party looked puzzled and just said honestly, “Teacher, everything is ready now; we just await your order.”
“Order? What order should I give?”
At that moment, a young man wearing a dragon robe and a jade crown walked toward him.
This person had extraordinary looks, every movement exuding the air of an emperor.
“Sir, are you joking?” The young man looked at Jiang Ce suspiciously: “As per your instructions, I have gathered all the scholars of the world in the valley. Now, with just your command, the strongmen will push down the boulders, ignite the gunpowder, and bury them all here.”
“Say that again?!” Jiang Ce couldn’t believe his ears: “I told you to do that?”
“Of course. If not for you, sir, pushing against the opposition, even though they usually badmouthed me, I wouldn’t have thought of killing. But I still want to confirm once more—burying the Confucian scholars together, is that really—”
“What the fuck? Burying Confucian scholars together? Am I that naive?”
Jiang Ce had now realized it was another classic director’s cut version of the Sage of Literature perspective. He even turned back to ask Zi Lu: “We’re Confucianism, right?”
“Yes, Teacher. You said this is the necessary path for human development—not just scholars, even books must be burned together.”
Jiang Ce suddenly had a bad premonition: “So these people kneeling below… they’re not worshiping me?”
“Yeah, not to mention the others—those few from Mohism wanted to kill you. Fortunately, Teacher, you are extraordinarily valiant and innately superhumanly strong; ordinary eight or nine hundred people can’t even approach you, or else those two would have succeeded.” Zi Lu answered obediently.
Jiang Ce silently looked at those two skinny old men from Mohism.
Ordinary eight or nine hundred people can’t approach, so how did those two have a chance to succeed? Tell me.
“Am I that hated?”
“Teacher, don’t say that; they just don’t understand your good intentions. But fortunately, after you tore that assassin—who faked offering a map to assassinate you—into a human pig on the spot, no one openly opposed you anymore.”
“Who?!”
“Seems to be called Jing Ke.”
Too many points to complain about; Jiang Ce didn’t know where to start.
“What about your other senior brothers?”
“They’re all down there. Teacher, look—Yan Hui is waving to you; see how happy he looks smiling.”
Jiang Ce ultimately didn’t dare to look.
“Give the order, Teacher!”
“Give the order, sir!”
Wei Lao finished treating Xuan Qing and, seeing tears at the corner of Jiang Ce’s eyes, nodded in satisfaction.
“What are your thoughts?”
Jiang Ce slowly opened his eyes.
“Wei Lao… I think I’m an eternal sinner. Why don’t you find a suitable time to execute me by firing squad…”
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Sorry, sorry, sorry! Recently my grandma was hospitalized, and I’ve been rushing to the hospital almost every day. I’m not home during the day, really no time to write. And honestly, when I sat down to write, I realized my damn self forgot all the previous plot, and the outline is mixed in a pile of graduation thesis drafts—I don’t even know where it is. I can only recall while looking at the previous content. Honestly, the quality written under these circumstances feels like it lets you all down a bit. So, if you can find free resources, just read the free ones—don’t spend money. Think of it as occasional reading. Updates might not be too stable, but bro will finish it eventually—just treat it as watching Mu Su Su.
