Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 58 Can You Not Die?

Chapter 58 Can You Not Die?
Accident?

Zhao Qian'an frowned slightly.

Tonight, he wanted to eliminate the group of people from the Salvation Church lurking in Kyoto City, so he made preparations.

Not only the west city wharf, but also the Baiyun Temple in the east suburbs was attacked by Zhao Nishang personally leading the Xiaowei.

As for Zhao Nishang's work, he always trusted her and knew exactly how many guards she had brought with her.

How could an accident happen?

Although Zhao Qi'an was confused, he remained calm and asked, "What happened?"

Tie Wuhen said, "Miss San originally wanted to gather people under the cover of night to attack Baiyun Temple. But for some reason, the Red Lotus Saint brought some people from the Salvation Sect down Baiyun Mountain. The only people responsible for monitoring Baiyun Mountain were some scouts. Miss San had to lead people to intercept them herself, but she was no match for the Red Lotus Saint and she broke through."

Zhao Qi'an frowned and asked, "Did Gong Xinying sense that something was wrong, so she temporarily abandoned the temple and fled?"

Tie Wuhen shook his head: "Not likely. The Red Lotus Saint only brought three or five Savior followers with her when she came down the mountain. If she wanted to abandon the temple and escape, she should have run outside of Kyoto. But she came to Kyoto."

He paused for a moment and added, "Also, after the Third Miss captured Baiyun Temple, she discovered a large amount of valuables. If she abandoned the temple and fled, she would at least take some banknotes, gold and silver jewelry with her."

This means that Gong Xinying did not discover the Xiaowei scouts ambushing outside Baiyun Temple, but some other reason prompted her to leave Baiyun Temple and come to Kyoto City.

There were only three people in Kyoto who had connections with this group of salvationists and who even required Gong Xinying to come in person.

The second prince.

Yuzhen.

And the Grand Elder of the Salvation Sect who had just been killed by him with a sword from mid-air.

No matter which choice you make, it's just a dead end.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qi'an didn't care anymore: "It doesn't matter. Once she enters Kyoto City, she is doomed to not escape. Nishang will take care of it."

"Yes."

Tie Wuhen agreed, and the heavy stone in his heart seemed to fall to the ground.

He clearly felt that Kyoto was so big that if a person really wanted to hide, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

If someone else had said this, he would definitely not believe it.

But for some reason, when these words came from the boss's mouth, he chose to believe them without even a doubt.

Probably...it's because his boss has never let him down.

After a few words about the Baiyun Temple, Zhao Qi'an really didn't ask any more questions.

He touched the little Taoist boy's head and asked, "Is Cang Baizi still alive?"

"Of course I paid close attention to what the boss told me to do. But..."

Having said this, Tie Wuhen looked hesitant and looked at the little Taoist boy, seeming to be a little embarrassed.

He came to Zhao Qi'an and said in a low voice: "He is alive, but I'm afraid he won't live long."

Zhao Qi'an glanced at the little Taoist boy and lowered his voice: "What's going on?"

"Cang Baizi is being controlled by the evil creature of the Salvation Cult, and his essence and blood are being sucked away every day. Even if the evil creature is killed now and its control is lifted, it would be fine if other celestial warriors could recuperate for a while, but he is too old and has run out of energy. Once his breath is gone, it cannot be recovered, and he is already on his deathbed."

Tie Wuhen shook his head, feeling a little regretful.

Even after a lifetime of practice, in the end, it is still no match for the ruthless passage of time.

If one does not break through to the realm of supernatural powers, break the limits of the human body, and replace the original body with the flawless body nurtured by the primordial fetus, his lifespan will not be much longer than that of an ordinary person.

But there are so many warriors in the world, and how many of them can become "heavenly men"?
Cang Baizi tried his best throughout his life to break through to the fourth level Yuantai realm, which was better than 90% of the warriors in the world.

However, he entered the Yuantai realm at the age of eighty, and throughout his entire life he was unable to condense even a single purple pattern. In the end, he ended up old and weak, with his blood exhausted.

Zhao Qian'an rarely showed a hint of hesitation.

But in the end, he sighed softly: "I'll take the child there." He lowered his eyes, took the little Taoist boy's hand, and walked towards the building ship...

……

On the deck of the ship, Cang Baizi was sitting on the ground with his back leaning against the side of the ship. His gray hair was disheveled, his old face was pale, and his eyes were dull and lifeless. He was already on his deathbed.

When Zhao Qi'an came over with the little Taoist boy, he still didn't react, and his head swayed slightly to the left and right uncontrollably.

until……

A small hand touched his sagging old face, and Cang Baizi's scattered eyes gradually focused. He slowly and with some difficulty raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

When he saw the young Taoist boy's tender face, he smiled kindly, his throat trembling: "He... He... Little kid, you are not dead? That's great, that's great..."

The little Taoist boy still had that expressionless and cold look on his face, as if he had no feeling at all about the fact that Cang Baizi was about to die.

"Are you going to die?"

The voice was immature and no emotion could be heard.

These rash words did not make the old man angry.

He coughed a few times, coughing up some blood and phlegm, and his smile became weaker: "Everyone will die. Cough cough..."

The little Taoist boy asked, "Why is it so good that I am not dead? Everyone is going to die."

"It's different, it's different..."

Cang Baizi's voice gradually weakened, and his eyes became unfocused again.

At the last moment, he moved his gaze with difficulty and raised his right hand with all his strength towards the little Taoist boy, wanting to touch his head for the last time.

He knew that this child hated being touched on the head the most. Even though he was always immersed in his own world on weekdays, if someone touched his head, he would be unhappy and slap it away.

In the past, he always teased his last disciple like this, because only then did he feel that his disciple had some humanity.

But this time...

Even though his right hand kept shaking, it was still a little bit off.

He had no strength left.

But just as the arm fell down weakly, a small hand held the old hand.

The little Taoist boy gently placed his hand on his head, and took his hand to touch his head.

He walked over to Cang Baizi and sat down with his back against the side of the boat.

The small body was pressed tightly against the old body.

After a brief silence, the little Taoist boy said, "I have avenged you."

"Um……"

"I'm working hard on my sword skills."

"Um……"