Chapter 1182: Am I the Only Emotional Fool?!

The Hundred Poisons Canghai Tianjun was utterly dumbfounded.

In his mind, the Ice Snow Canghai Tianjun was the strongest beneath Tushan Tian Jun within Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting — a naturally born Dao body, the first to ascend to Hua Shen Qi, the world's greatest powerhouse of the past thousand years, always proud and overwhelmingly powerful.

Why was he usually so confident?

Because, in the past, the Ice Snow Canghai Tianjun had always broken laws and violated discipline — one could say she broke the law once a year, several times a year, even dozens of times a year — constantly warned by Gong Gong Caiyu Canghai Tianjun, yet still doing as she pleased, treating Tushan's laws like dirt.

It wasn't just the Ice Snow Canghai Tianjun — the Moon Night Canghai Tianjun, the Six Paths Canghai Tianjun, Lou Xi Canghai Tianjun and others were the same, usually not caring about Tushan's laws at all, ignoring whatever rules were set above.

As fellow Canghai Tianjun, if the Ice Snow Canghai Tianjun and the others could act like this, why couldn't I?

That was the Hundred Poisons Canghai Tianjun's thought.

One must understand that within Master Tushan Master Tushan Zhongting, Tushan's laws were almost entirely equivalent to Tushan Tian Jun's will.

The Ice Snow Canghai Tianjun and other veteran Canghai Tianjun trampling Tushan's laws like this clearly represented that, after ascending to Canghai Tianjun, they did not fear Tushan Tian Jun — this was unmistakable evidence.

In the past, countless facts had confirmed this conjecture to the Hundred Poisons Canghai Tianjun.

These Canghai Tianjun had no way out now, they would surely fight alongside him, it should have been foolproof.

But!

Now, at this life-or-death moment where the dagger was finally revealed — what was that woman kneeling on the ground?!

"Ice Snow Canghai Tianjun!"

"Have you lost your mind?!"

The Hundred Poisons Canghai Tianjun's eyes were blood-red, nearly crazed: "You've committed so many crimes, broken so many laws, Tushan has never been lenient — and you still think you can survive?"

"Have you lost your mind? Huh?"

"Are you looking to die?"

He could hardly believe it, could not understand this veteran Canghai Tianjun's thoughts.

The next moment, something that drove the Hundred Poisons Canghai Tianjun even further into collapse appeared.

"Canghai Tianjun!"

Black Lou Xi knelt on the ground, her voice crisp: "I — one hundred and seventeen years, plus a fine of twenty thousand supreme-grade spirit stones, but I don't have the money right now, I can only owe it."

"Master, master!"

"Master, I've been very good, just thirty-seven years of confinement will do."

These were the words of the Moonlight Rabbit.

Her crimes were relatively minor — mostly dereliction of duty, privately excavating mineral resources, embezzling project funds, that sort of not-too-serious offense.

"Canghai Tianjun, I need to be confined for five hundred and seventy-seven years, and fined."

Yin Dao slowly knelt down.

"Canghai Tianjun, I…"

One after another, Canghai Tianjun knelt before the blue-robed youth on the Wang Zuo, stating their crimes, requesting punishment, abandoning all resistance — there was essentially no trickery.

In the end, the Canghai Tianjun still standing

were only the Gong Gong Caiyu Canghai Tianjun, the Li Qingyun Canghai Tianjun, and the Great Love Canghai Tianjun.

These three had always kept themselves clean, never participating in any corruption, watching others harvest piles of heavenly materials and earthly treasures with complete indifference — in the past they were often mocked in secret by the other Canghai Tianjun.

"You!"

The Hundred Poisons Canghai Tianjun looked at these shameless knaves kneeling one after another, feeling only his blood surging, rage attacking his heart, his face drained of color, his whole body chilled.

So in the end, the one who committed capital crimes from beginning to end was only this clown — himself?

In the palace, the clear thud-thud of Canghai Tianjun continuously kneeling could be heard, and then it fell completely still.

"Sword Child!"

The Blazing Sun Canghai Tianjun's hand rested on his sword hilt, sword qi ringing all around him, he stared fixedly at the blue-robed youth on the Wang Zuo — neither kneeling to request punishment, nor sitting calmly like the Li Qingyun Canghai Tianjun and the others.

"Blazing Sun, it's been a long time."

Jiang Ding looked at him with interest, flipping through the records in the Da Ri Ding Gao Jie formation: "Let me see… not bad, you haven't broken a single law, not one — that's rather rare."

Jiang Ding's gaze softened somewhat.

The loyalty of the Great Sun Sword Cultivators to the Great Sun Sword Child was certain, far exceeding that of others — this was the sword cultivator's sense of belonging, sect sentiment, and submission to the strong, three conditions layered atop each other.

To the Great Sun Sword Child's commands, they would obey unconditionally, until…

"Sword Child, you… are even stronger."

The Blazing Sun Canghai Tianjun's spirit crumbled, he stepped back, his hand no longer on the sword hilt.

For one thousand two hundred years, he had never stopped practicing the sword — his cultivation broke through again and again, his sword dao realm broke through again and again, and most recently he had even stepped across the threshold of Indestructible Sword Qi, as if he could touch it.

Therefore, he believed he might be able to initiate a Holy Sword Duel, to touch the most glorious Sword Child Duel in the Sword Pavilion's history — to use supreme sword dao to challenge the current Sword Child, forcibly opening the path to becoming a great power.

Yet, when this moment truly arrived, the Blazing Sun Canghai Tianjun discovered he still did not have the courage to draw his sword.

He knew what this meant.

It meant the gap between his strength and the Great Sun Sword Child's was far too vast, so that this duel was utterly meaningless — certain death, no miracle whatsoever.

"Yes, I am stronger."

Jiang Ding sighed softly.

He saw a true swordsman, unafraid of death for the sake of the Great Dao, from beginning to end.

But the Blazing Sun Canghai Tianjun's strength was still so weak — he couldn't even compare to Mu Mu Tianxue, let alone reach his true goal.

This scene made Jiang Ding think of the gap between himself and the Upper Realm Heavenly Sword Sword Child.

Was it possible that, in the Heavenly Sword Sword Child's eyes, he too was struggling toward an impossible goal in vain?

"Blazing Sun, continue

to keep your fighting spirit."

Jiang Ding said in a low voice: "If you can maintain this fighting spirit throughout, if you can endure cruel battles and slaughter without dying, then you will slowly surpass the naturally born Dao body, slowly draw closer to me, until you truly possess the qualification to challenge me."

"That is very difficult."

"However, this may be the path that sword cultivators like us, born inferior to others, ought to walk."

'Sword cultivators like us, born inferior to others?'

Lieyang Dayan Jianzi's heart gave a jolt.

Even the Great Sun Sword Son had times when he felt 'born inferior to others'?

This exceeded his imagination.

Still, the Great Sun Sword Son had no need to deceive him; it must be true — he must have encountered an unimaginably terrifying enemy, and had grown despondent because of it.

"I shall humbly heed your instruction."

Lieyang Canghai Tianjun bowed deeply, then withdrew to stand beside Li Qingyun Canghai Tianjun.

In the arena, only Baidu Canghai Tianjun remained.

His heart was a sheet of icy cold; thread after thread of despair began to rise in his mind, and his divine sense rested on the essence blood and demon core at his chest, ready to touch them at any moment.

However, the blue-robed youth on Wang Zuo did not look at him.

"Fellow Daoist Disciple Yin Dao."

"After so many years apart, you have advanced to Hua Shen Qi, surpassing more generations of Master Shuoyang Clan's strong cultivators than one could count. Surely your father, Tianchou Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and your grandfather, Liuzhi Liuzhi Laomo, would feel gratified in the Yellow Springs below."

Jiang Ding said amiably.

He looked at this old acquaintance from many years ago — the former Six Dao Holy Son of Liu Dao Sect, who had once stood shoulder to shoulder with Lieyang Dayan Jianzi, shining brilliantly over an entire generation of the Northern Plains, the prodigy of his day.

"It is entirely thanks to the Canghai Tianjun's favor; I am more grateful than words can express."

Disciple Yin Dao Canghai Tianjun, exceedingly respectful, said gratefully: "For such tremendous grace and virtue, I shall repay it even if my body is smashed to pieces; through a hundred cycles of reincarnation I shall dare not forget."

A tremendous grace.

This was an indisputable fact.

If Tushan Tian Jun had not emerged into the world, he would already be dead at the hands of his ancestor — Wan Zhu Canghai Tianjun, the legitimate son of Master Shuoyang Canghai Tianjun — having become the nourishment for that ancestor's life extension.

"Ha ha!"

"There's no need for that. I never deliberately looked after you in any way; most of it was your own effort and fortune."

Jiang Ding laughed.

Without waiting for Disciple Yin Dao, who styled himself Liu Dao Canghai Tianjun, to speak, he asked again: "Since you are so grateful, does that mean you bear hatred?"

"Your father Tianchou Master Dinghai Zhenjun and your grandfather Liuzhi Liuzhi Laomo died at my hands, when I attacked and destroyed Liu Dao Sect."

"That, I suppose, is only fitting."

"Is that so?"