148: Chapter 148 The Resources of an Old Friend, Three Months

[The great Chu Zhan between Palace Master Su Yousi and Ye Gucheng turned everything within a hundred miles into ruins.]

[Palace Master Su Yousi summoned the nine nether chariot, a pitch-black war chariot covered in dense runes, emitting a suffocating Death Qi.]

[Ye Gucheng summoned the wentian sword, and a silver sword light soared into the sky, illuminating the entire night.]

[Both were above the Dao Palace Second Realm, and their terrifying Spirit Nurturing stage auras collided, causing the heavens to rend and the earth to crack.]

[The ground collapsed, mountain peaks crumbled, and rivers flowed backward.]

[Yu Rumeng took the opportunity to retreat with Chu Sheng.]

[She pulled his hand and ran wildly, not even daring to look back.]

[Madam Huayue and White Bone Madam guarded the rear; Madam Huayue's Male Consort Legion charged forward, only to be torn apart like paper.]

[Madam Huayue rarely didn't smile, and White Bone Madam's face was ashen.]

[Blood Demon Ancestor, seeing things weren't going well, was the first to flee.]

[He ran faster than anyone, but Ye Gucheng's sword was faster.]

[A white sword light caught up and severed one of his arms.]

[Blood Demon Ancestor screamed in agony as blood gushed from the stump.]

[Old Man Styx stepped in to save him, waving his Bone Staff to create a black barrier in front of them.]

[Ye Gucheng struck with his sword, the barrier shattered, and Old Man Styx spat blood as he was sent flying.]

[Blood Demon Ancestor grabbed him with his remaining hand, and together they blocked a second sword strike, both spitting blood, but finally managing to escape with their lives.]

[Palace Master Su Yousi and Ye Gucheng fought for three days and three nights without a victor.]

[From day to night, and from night to day.]

[The sound of the nine nether chariot and the wentian sword colliding was like thunder, making the ears of soldiers dozens of miles away bleed.]

[On the fourth day, Ye Gucheng suddenly sheathed his sword.]

[The silver sword light dissipated, and he stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes like snow, untainted by a single speck of dust.]

["The Central Domain has already sent people," his voice was flat, as if speaking of something inconsequential. "Continuing this fight will benefit no one."]

[Palace Master Su Yousi remained silent for a long time.]

[The nine nether chariot stopped in mid-air, the black Death Qi slowly receding.]

[She looked at Ye Gucheng, and Ye Gucheng looked at her.]

[After a long while, she nodded.]

[Both sides withdrew their troops, agreeing to a three-month truce to wait for the negotiation results between the Central Domain and the Demon Race Old Ancestor.]

[Chu Sheng let out a long breath, his legs feeling weak, only managing to stand steady by leaning on Yu Rumeng's hand.]

[Yu Rumeng supported him, saying nothing.]

[Before leaving, Ye Gucheng glanced at Chu Sheng.]

[That gaze was indifferent, as if looking at a pebble by the side of the road.]

[But he said one sentence: "You have the aura of an old friend on you."]

[Chu Sheng's heart pounded wildly, as if it were about to jump out of his throat.]

[Ye Gucheng said no more, turning to leave, his white clothes disappearing into the night.]

[Old Grandfather remained silent inside the ring for a long time.]

[So long that Chu Sheng thought he wouldn't speak, he finally said, his voice old and weary: "I know him. His Master was an old friend of mine."]

[Chu Sheng asked what kind of old friend.]

[Old Grandfather gave a bitter laugh: "A life-and-death friend. It was also him who participated in destroying the Taixu Divine Sect."]

[Chu Sheng was stunned. Old Grandfather continued, "But in the end, he also showed me some mercy. Otherwise, not even this remnant soul of mine would be left."]

[Chu Sheng clenched his fists, feeling Old Grandfather's hatred for the first time.]

[That hatred wasn't teeth-gritting or explosive rage, but something heavy, pressed into the depths of his heart for hundreds of years, like a red-hot iron, searing one's chest with pain.]

Chu Sheng watched this scene, the teacup in his hand remaining away from his mouth for a long time.

"Ye Gucheng's Master was Old Grandfather's life-and-death friend. He also participated in destroying the Taixu Divine Sect."

He put down the teacup and rubbed his temples.

"This is too much information to process. Old Grandfather's enemies are those major Sects of the Righteous Path. Ye Gucheng's Master was one of them. But that person also showed Old Grandfather some mercy, meaning he wasn't completely cold-blooded."

He stared at the silent ring in the image and sighed: "The hatred in Old Grandfather's heart is probably deeper than the sea."

[Chu Sheng wanted to ask more, but Old Grandfather said: "Don't ask anymore, I am tired."]

[His voice was very faint, like a guttering candle in the wind.]

[Chu Sheng closed his mouth and didn't press further.]

[The army retreated back to the city.]

[Chu Zhan was waiting at the city gate, and seeing Chu Sheng, he ran over and hugged his leg.]

["Daddy!"]

[Chu Sheng picked him up and held him above his head.]

[Chu Zhan giggled, his drool dripping all over Chu Sheng's face.]

[Yu Rumeng stood nearby watching, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, but a hint of exhaustion was hidden deep in her eyes.]

[At night, Chu Zhan fell asleep.]

[Yu Rumeng leaned on the couch, eyes closed, her breathing even.]

[Chu Sheng knew she wasn't asleep and reached out to hold her hand.]

[She didn't dodge, nor did she open her eyes.]

[The moonlight outside was faint.]

[In the distance, the lights of the Tianfeng Kingdom camp were faintly visible.]

[Three months, a three-month truce.]

[And then what?]

[Then it depends on the negotiation results between the Central Domain and the Demon Race Old Ancestor.]

[As Chu Sheng was thinking, he suddenly felt an indistinct gaze fall upon him.]

[He looked up, but there was nothing outside the window.]

[But he knew someone was watching him.]

[Was it Ye Gucheng? Or someone else?]

[Old Grandfather's voice suddenly rang out, very soft, like sleep-talking: "Back then, I also had a Sect. I also had Disciples. I also had..."]

[He didn't continue.]

Chu Sheng watched this scene, a chill running down his back.

"Ye Gucheng knows Old Grandfather is with Chu Sheng."

"But he didn't expose it, nor did he make a move. Why? Is it because his Master showed mercy to Old Grandfather, so he wants to show mercy too? Or is it because... he has other plans?"

He stared at the figure leaning on the couch in the image and murmured.

"Three months, there are too many variables. I must hurry and improve my strength. Middle Stage of the Spirit Lake is still not enough against a Dao Palace expert."

He paused, "But then again, the Central Domain has sent people. This war probably won't end so easily."

[Chu Sheng clenched his fists.]

[The Taixu Divine Sect, the hegemon of the Central Domain a thousand years ago, was destroyed by the combined forces of the Righteous Path.]

[Old Grandfather has only a remnant soul left, barely surviving until now.]

[And Ye Gucheng's Master was Old Grandfather's life-and-death friend, as well as one of the participants.]

[He closed his eyes, and Ye Gucheng's words before leaving flashed through his mind: "You have the aura of an old friend on you."]

[He wasn't talking about Chu Sheng; he was talking about Old Grandfather.]

[He sensed it.]