Repugnant Gateway 3

by Zhi Bai

  The battle between him and Ding Shengxia was very fierce and intense, but the time that they had to exchange blows was not long. Just as An Zheng squatted down to catch his breath, Du Shoushou and the other two who were at the training grounds had just rushed over. It could be seen just how short the battle had lasted. Not long after Du Shoushou and Gu Qianye had rushed over, two girls ran over from the outside in panic. One was Sang Rou, and the other one was Ding Ningdong.

  Ding Ningdong's expression was very bad, because she saw from afar who the person fighting against An Zheng was. She saw Ding Shengxia being killed, and even her body was not left behind.

  But for some reason, she did not have the slightest bit of hatred towards An Zheng. She felt that she should hate An Zheng, after all, it was An Zheng who destroyed her family. Her parents, big brother, and second brother had all died because of An Zheng. In that instant, she felt like a cripple. She didn't know what to choose. She should have taken revenge, but why didn't she have any killing intent towards An Zheng?

  In her trance, she saw An Zheng squatting there while gasping for air. It was as if she had returned to Zhuge Chouyun's small courtyard and saw An Zheng falling down after inhaling some poisonous mist.

  It was also in a trance that she couldn't help but rush over and support An Zheng, as if she was in Zhuge Chouyun's courtyard.

  Her hand touched Qu Liuxi's hand.

  The two of them looked at each other. Ding Ningdong frantically retracted her hand, and did not dare meet Qu Liuxi's gaze. She also did not know what she was afraid of, or whether she actually did not have the courage to face An Zheng at all.

  "He... It's fine, it's just that my breathing is too chaotic and I need to rest. "

  Ding Ningdong said, then turned and ran away.

  When Qu Liuxi's finger pressed on An Zheng's wrist, she also felt that An Zheng was not injured, but his aura was just too chaotic. She looked at An Zheng, then turned and ran off. He didn't know what to say.

  Sang Rou looked at An Zheng, then turned to look at Ding Ningdong who was about to run away, and anxiously stomped her feet. She took out a piece of Holy Fish Scale from the dimensional tool she brought with him and placed it beside An Zheng: "Actually we arrived a bit earlier, it's just that when you and her brother fought, we didn't know what to do … Especially for his, it was even more difficult. I saw you use this stuff then, and I had one too, but I didn't know how to use it, what it was. "Therefore, I'll give it to you as a gift. It's much more useful to keep it here than to bring it with me."

  After she put down the Holy Fish Scale, she turned around and ran out to chase after Ding Ningdong.

  An Zheng looked at the two girls running far away with one in front of the other. Ding Ningdong lived a very painful life. Her parents and brothers did not get a single bit of warmth. But it was her family after all, and her home had been destroyed in her hands. Towards Ding Ningdong, An Zheng always had a share of guilt.

  "Help me up!"

  An Zheng said, then let Qu Liuxi support him as he walked towards the library. The library seemed very calm, as if nothing had happened. He and Ding Shengxia were fighting outside the library, but it seemed like there was no one inside.

  Qu Liuxi supported An Zheng to the door of the library, and the two of them couldn't help but stop, their bodies somewhat stiff.

  Huo Tangtang supported herself by holding onto her shoulder as she knelt on the ground. Not far away, Chang Huan who was leaning against a pillar on the ground had a large hole opened up in her chest, and blood was still flowing out uncontrollably. He looked extremely weak. He was not far from death.

  And in front of Huo Tangtang, Song Qiao Sheng was already dead.

  That seemingly hesitant and lonely gentleman had died even more lonely. His chest had been completely ripped open, and even his internal organs were shattered. A black broken blade pierced through his body, nailing him to the ground. Huo Tangtang knelt beside him. She did not cry, but her grief made everyone's heart clench. Not far away, Chang Huan tried to stand up a few times but to no avail.

  Qu Liuxi immediately rushed over and checked on Huo Tangtang, who was the closest to her, and then ran over and checked on Chang Huan's injuries. After determining that Chang Huan's injuries were even more severe and could potentially cause him to die at any time, she took out a medicinal pellet from her dimensional tool and stuffed it into Chang Huan's mouth. A faint green light appeared on her palm, gentle and warm. But after a moment, Chang Huan's wound stopped bleeding.

  "Don't move. Your injuries are too severe. The pill can only temporarily suppress your injuries. I'll help you stop the bleeding first. I'll have to refine a suitable pill for you later."

  Qu Liuxi helped Chang Huan stop the bleeding, and then ran over to help Huo Tangtang recuperate.

  But at this time, Huo Tangtang and Chang Huan seemed to be dead. Under Qu Liuxi's control, the two of them had the same lifeless look in their eyes.

  An Zheng walked over, and knelt beside Song Qiao's corpse, and looked at the broken blade with killing intent.

  That man, Nineteen Demons!

  Song Qiao had ascended and died due to his duty. He knew that he was definitely not a match for the Nineteen Demons, but he did not retreat. In fact, the Martial Arts Academy had withered since the first invasion of the Nineteen Demons. After the death of the powerful Old President, the academy had consecutively appointed three deans to be scholars. Although they had inherited this secret, they still felt powerless. Song Qiao was the same as Huo Tangtang, they were the second generation disciple in charge of the martial academy's library. They did not actually have that kind of responsibility and duty to guard the library, but since they accepted this arrangement, they would not avoid it.

  An Zheng's hand caressed Song Qiao's eyes, but he still died with grievance.

  An Zheng said softly, "Sir, please be at ease. I will definitely avenge you."

  A final glimmer of light seemed to flash in Song Qiao's eyes, and then he slowly closed them.

  The library was in a mess, and even the stairs to the second and third floors had collapsed. But even so, the three of them were still unable to stop Nineteen Demons. The Purple-Rank cultivation technique on the third floor was snatched away by the Nineteen Demons, and no one could figure out why the Nineteen Demons snatched that thing away.

  Dozens of miles away from the Martial Arts Academy, South of Fanggu.

  Nineteen Demons appeared in a forest. He panted slightly, but it was difficult to conceal the excitement on his face. He lowered his head and took out the Purple-Rank cultivation technique from his sleeve, his eyes shining.

  "Remnants!"

  The voice suddenly came out, causing the Nineteen Demons to turn around quickly.

  When he saw Chen Shaobai slowly walk in from within the forest, his expression slightly eased up. "I'm a remnant, aren't you?"

  Chen Shaobai put down the oil paper umbrella in his hand and took a deep breath: "You and I have never been the same kind of person."

  Nineteen Demons laughed: "What a joke, no matter what you think, you are his son, how can you change your identity? With your status, you actually called me a remnant … Don't you think that your old dad is the biggest survivor? "

  Chen Shaobai said: "Unfortunately, I sensed it a little bit too late, otherwise I wouldn't have let you kill and kill innocent people."

  Nineteen Demons laughed out loud: "If what you said just now was a joke, then what you are saying now is an enormous joke. You actually told me about killing innocent people? Is there anyone else in this world who has more lives than your father? Previously, when he was so angry that he had buried his body a hundred miles away, the bones buried under the ground were most likely still there. Do you want me to show them to you one by one? You can count them yourself and see if you can do it! "

  Chen Shaobai said: "Calling you a remnant has nothing to do with those matters. When you betrayed me, there weren't many people left with you. All these years you have wholeh
eartedly wanted to get that manual, but in reality you have only taken a fancy to the method of reconstructing the body. "

  The Nineteen Demons suddenly became ferocious, "You're right! But it was all thanks to your father! If it were not for him, how could I have become such a human, ghost or demon! "

  With his roar, his body changed.

  He was badly mutilated. Half of his shoulder had collapsed, and there was a terrible wound on it. It was as if a sharp weapon had cut into it, and the other half of his shoulder and arm had nearly been cut off. However, that arm was still connected to his shoulder, and it was still swinging, giving off a terrifying aura. There was a bloody hole in his stomach, and half of the knife was stuck there. The knife was stuck in his stomach and cut off his intestines, but he didn't die.

  If An Zheng saw it, he would realize that the half blade in his stomach and the broken blade he had used to kill Song Qiao ought to belong to the same sword.

  The first half was in Nineteen Demons's stomach, and the second half was in Song Qiao's chest. And this black blade was the Nineteen Demons's first demonic weapon.

  Nineteen Demons pointed at his shoulder, then pointed to his broken left cheek, and then pointed to the half of the black blade that was still stuck in his lower abdomen: "This is all thanks to your father. If you're going to say I killed a lot of innocent people, it's your father's fault. If he did not hurt me so badly, I would not even need to go to State of Yan, a small martial arts institute, to look for this thing! "

  Chen Shaobai coldly snorted, "Father's actions were still too gentle. At that time, I should have killed you."

  Nineteen Demons laughed sinisterly: "You truly do not know the immensity of heaven and earth. Is it that easy for your father to kill me? If it was easy, why would he need to risk his life to snatch the Blood Pearl Bracelet? Even though I did not personally see it back then, the Blood Pearl Bracelet must have definitely fallen into his hands. Not long ago, I saw that thing on the hands of the youth called An Zheng. In other words, that youth is your father's blood and flesh? What right do you have to call me cruel? That young man seems to be quite talented as well. He will become a dried up corpse in the future! "

  Chen Shaobai said coldly: "You don't need to ask about that."

  Nineteen Demons looked at Chen Shaobai: "What, you're planning to kill me in place of your father? Back then, even your father couldn't kill me, so you think you can? Even if I don't have a third of my strength left, I'm not someone a little kid like you can kill. I advise you to quickly go back and inform your father that my Nineteen Demons is waiting for him to come and kill me once more. "

  Chen Shaobai took another deep breath, "Even if I can't kill you, I still want to try."

  He raised his hand, and a dazzling sword appeared in his hand; it was incomparably cold.

  Nineteen Demons's expression changed when he saw the sword, "The Wise King Sword that represents the sect master's identity... Your father really dotes on you. Looks like he hid himself somewhere unknown to recover his soul while you guarded that blood and flesh … Since that's the case, I'll kill you. You're dead … If I go and kill that blood cultured corpse, your father, who should have died a long time ago, won't be able to live for long. "

  With a ferocious expression, he said, "You were the one who sent yourself to his death, don't blame me for bullying you."

  Chen Shaobai pointed his long sword to the sky: "Then let's see who can kill who!"

  Chapter 227 - Maybe You Got it right

  Mount Cang Man

  At the foot of the mountain, which was as long as a sword, the middle-aged man in the crystal coffin suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with anger as he said, "You dare to kill my child. You are truly bold."

  He pushed open the crystal coffin and sat up, then stretched out his hand: "Since you've shown yourself, I shall destroy your body and soul!"

  That hand stretched out from the Mount Cang Man and swept across several thousand miles in one go!

  Nineteen Demons who had the upper hand suddenly turned around and ran. In his hand, he opened up something that looked like a jewelry box. After the small box was opened, an extremely strong suction force appeared, causing Nineteen Demons to be sucked into the box. Then, a few Sanskrit characters on the box flickered and Nineteen Demons and the box disappeared.

  The hand was only a split-second too late. It directly made a huge handprint several hundred meters long on the ground. The handprint was sunken in, dozens of meters deep.

  Chen Shaobai looked at the handprint, and his face turned white.

  If this hand had arrived a little later, he might really have been killed by the Nineteen Demons.

  "Foolish!"

  The voice entered Chen Shaobai's ears, causing his expression to change: "Father … I know I was wrong. "

  "Get the hell back here!"

  The voice appeared in Chen Shaobai's mind, Chen Shaobai hesitated for a moment and looked towards the Fanggu.

  "I will have Thirteen watch over him. You can come back immediately."

  After saying that, the voice disappeared.

  Chen Shaobai took another glance in the direction of the Fanggu, then sheathed the Wise King Sword, and rushed in the direction of the Mount Cang Man.

  Fanggu.

  An Zheng personally cleaned up Song Qiao Sheng's corpse, then changed into a new set of clothes that fit him perfectly. He tried to ask for Huo Tangtang and Chang Huan's opinion on where to bury Song Qiao, but Huo Tangtang didn't say a word the entire time. She sat on the chair like a statue, staring blankly outside, as if she had lost all consciousness. Chang Huan's condition was slightly better than Huo Tangtang's. After being silent for a while, she told An Zheng, and buried Song Qiao behind the library.

  Yes, that was his library.

  Many people knew that Chang Huan liked Huo Tangtang. Even though An Zheng and these two people did not interact much with each other, but from the conversation between the two of them last time, it could be seen that Chang Huan had a very deep affection for Huo Tangtang. But now, Huo Tangtang felt that there was a position in her heart that Song Qiao had risen to. and Song Qiao had stayed at the library together for so many years. Although there wasn't much interaction between them, with one on the second floor and the other on the first floor, wasn't that the same thing?

  An Zheng suddenly understood that Chang Huan, Huo Tangtang and Song Qiao Sheng should be from the same martial arts school. Or perhaps, Huo Tangtang should be the senior sister of Chang Huan and Song Qiao Sheng. This was because Huo Tangtang had already guarded the library for thirteen years, while Song Qiao had ascended for seven. After calculating the time, it should have been around the time when Chang Huan and the others had just finished school.

  Maybe there would be a beautiful story, maybe it would be sad.

  Chang Huan and Song Qiao both liked to study at the library. As they were both extremely talented disciples, they were able to make it to the second floor. There, they got to know the female instructor, Huo Tangtang, who was reading books quietly together. It was possible that in the long run, both of them would either intentionally or unintentionally run towards the library. Maybe they were friends, and they both knew that they liked this female instructor.

  But when he made the final decision, Song Qiao was even braver than Huo Tangtang and was persistent. Song Qiao chose to enter the library to accompany Huo Tangtang. There may not have been a few words between the two of them in seven years. However, such company would eventually warm a woman's heart, no matter how hard she tried. Not to mention, her heart wasn't cold to begin with.

  Right now, Huo Tangtang's face was filled with despair.

  And from Chang Huan's appearance, his heart was as dead as ashes.

  An Zheng chose a good spot behind the library building and Du Shoushou and the two of them dug a hole.

  new grave

  elderly person

  An Zheng felt that this world was perhaps too unfair to the Martial Arts Academy,
it was actually so cruel.

  An Zheng and the others stayed the entire night, guarding the warrior courtyard.

  After daybreak, the news had reached Tiantong Palace and An Chengli had brought his men over. Not only An Chengli, even someone from the Embroidery Palace came. It was obvious that the palace knew the secret of the martial academy's library. That was why An Zheng was even more furious. Since the Embroidery Palace knew about this secret, why did he still have to eliminate all of the Martial Academies?

  The person who represented the Embroidery Palace was a young eunuch whom An Zheng did not know, with a haughty attitude. Other than being a little courteous in front of An Chengli, he had a condescending attitude in front of the others.

  "Truly useless. Even if someone dies, so be it. You even lost the thing."

  The eunuch glanced at the new grave behind the library and muttered a few words before turning to leave.

  Just as he turned around, he saw An Zheng blocking his way. Of course he knew who An Zheng was, he just didn't think that An Zheng would dare to do anything to him.

  "What did you just say?"

  An Zheng asked.

  The young eunuch was stunned for a moment before cupping his hands in a symbolic manner, "Isn't this Duke An? Oh … This servant has forgotten that you are still the Vice Principal of this dilapidated courtyard. In fact, you are the youngest Vice Principal in the history of the Martial Arts Academy. However, this servant is in a rush to return to Embroidery Palace to report this.

  An Zheng looked at the eunuch and asked: "What did you say just now?"

  The young eunuch said impatiently, "Your servant is saying that the decline of the Martial Arts Academy is not unreasonable. A group of people are guarding a library, but the library was destroyed by someone from who knows where. When a person dies, his death is too big. This servant's words were too virtuous, so she didn't want to say much. The empress dowager was kind, but she would not punish him. However, those who died were still dead, there was no point in cursing, and there was no point in punishing them. On the other hand, those who are still alive should have a long memory. Otherwise, if something were to happen to the Martial Arts Academy, there would be no need for it to exist. "