Enshrinement as a God

"Head of the Tang Clan! It seems a proper explanation is needed, don't you think?"

Tang Yizheng could no longer hold back Jiang Ziya.

This was because Wu Guang, who had been holding back until now, had now turned his arrows towards Tang Yizheng.

Jiang Ziya and Xi Xichang turned their feet, leaving behind Tang Yizheng, who was busy making excuses to Wu Guang.

Although Wu Guang and Tang Yizheng were both busy growling at each other now, there was a fear that they would become a nuisance if they turned their attention to them.

Therefore, it was better to leave this place as soon as possible.

"Do you have any luggage to pack in your chamber?"

"My only property is this."

Jiang Ziya, at Xi Xichang's question, tapped the Tonglin that was slung over his shoulder.

"That's good. If we spend any more time here, we'll only be held back, so let's set out right away."

"That's a good judgment."

The two, leaving the chaotic Tang Clan behind, hurriedly displayed their divine footwork.

As they got out of the range of the Sichuan Tang Clan to some extent, the two, who had gained some leisure, found a deserted place and caught their breath for a moment.

Although there were no pursuers from the Tang Clan, since the territory of the Sichuan Tang Clan was large and wide, carelessness was forbidden.

Xi Xichang leaned against a shady wall and looked at Jiang Ziya's dark face as he was catching his breath.

It was unlikely that he would have such an expression because of the departed Yang Jian, so it was clear that he was thinking of that monster in his head.

"Now... don't you think it's time for you to explain to me?"

"You've probably guessed most of it, haven't you?"

"I don't know for sure. And from where you were deceiving me... there's surely a part that needs an excuse, isn't there?"

Xi Xichang had suffered a great loss from this incident.

Although she had made a long journey to get the Sichuan Tang Clan to join the Sichuan Alliance, that had already become a bubble. Also, since a great flaw had been made in the reputation of the Sichuan Tang Clan, it was a situation where it had become awkward to even have the Sichuan Tang Clan as an ally in the future.

She also had the right to demand a sufficient explanation of the situation.

Jiang Ziya, after blurring the parts related to the Hermit's Valley, such as the background of Shen Gongbao's and Nezha's birth, explained in detail the parts that he knew to Xi Xichang.

Although Xi Xichang had guessed, a deep wrinkle formed on her forehead when she heard the story of Nezha directly from Jiang Ziya.

Jiang Ziya knew that a wrinkle would form on Xi Xichang's forehead when there was a part she didn't like.

"Will it be alright to go back like this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Isn't it that you came here yourself because you needed it? The power of the Sichuan Tang Clan."

A cat thinking of a mouse... Jiang Ziya's fault was also very big in that things had come to this.

He could fully understand that the child named Nezha was in a pitiful situation.

But he could not understand why he had hidden his existence from her so much, when he had no relationship with the child who had grown up as a poisonous man of the Tang Clan.

"But if you think about it differently, since the Tang Clan also has a guilty conscience, it's unlikely that they would join the Sichuan Alliance... and if a problem arises later, it will be a burden to the Sichuan Alliance, so perhaps it's a good thing."

In order to stop the solo run of the Tiger-Subduing Sword and to fully establish the foundation of the Sichuan Alliance, the power of the Sichuan Tang Clan was absolutely necessary.

But to embrace a dangerous object that might explode was like taking a bigger risk to avoid an immediate disaster.

As Jiang Ziya spoke as if he were worried about her, Xi Xichang glared at him as if she were resentful and asked.

"Shouldn't you be more worried about yourself than me?"

"Me?"

"You haven't forgotten our promise already, have you?"

The reason why Jiang Ziya and Xi Xichang had acted together was because they had a common goal.

Xi Xichang had promised to arrange an opportunity for Jiang Ziya to meet the Sword Immortal in return for his help in getting the Tang Clan to join the Sichuan Alliance.

Jiang Ziya had a troubled expression.

He should have gotten at least a little information about the Non-Duality Gate when he had met Shen Gongbao.

This was because it was clear that at least Shen Gongbao would have information about the traces of the Non-Duality Gate.

If he could not meet the Sword Immortal, he would not be able to know what the Sword Immortal's condition was after the confrontation with the Black Qilin, and it would be difficult to expect to get help in catching those who had run away from the Hermit's Valley.

"Well... what can I do?"

Seeing Jiang Ziya, who had uttered an absurd sound, Xi Xichang let out a hollow laugh as if she were dumbfounded.

Since he was not trying to persuade her with sweet words or making an impossible proposal, but was giving such a bland answer, she felt as if she had been caught off guard.

"Why are you trying to meet the Sword Immortal?"

"I have something to ask him."

Jiang Ziya's answer was still hiding his intention.

Xi Xichang looked at Jiang Ziya quietly.

Although it had not been a long time, she felt that Jiang Ziya was not trying to meet the Sword Immortal with a sinister heart.

Especially his human side, which had reacted to Nezha's situation first rather than looking at the circumstances, provided a conviction for that thought.

But she had seen too many people who smiled on the outside but hid a dagger in their hearts.

His origin and identity were too unclear and he had too many secrets to trust him yet.

"I also have one thing I haven't told you."

"What is it?"

"Although I can put in a word for you to see the Sword Immortal, it is up to him to decide whether to meet you."

"That's... well..."

"But the problem is that since the great war with the Black Contemplation Fortress, the Sword Immortal has not met anyone."

"No way...!"

"Don't worry, there's no change in his condition... he just doesn't want people to approach him, although he does have a simple conversation with a telepathic message."

Although it was not the worst situation, it was clear that it was not a normal situation.

"That's enough."

"Even though he has dismissed everyone, including the doctors, the masters of the martial world, and the brothers of his sect, do you think you can meet him?"

"Didn't you say that he would at least have a telepathic message? That's enough."

In fact, Jiang Ziya also had a small anxiety in his heart about meeting the Taoist Lingbao.

Jiang Ziya still had the memory of the Tongtian Cult Master rushing at him as if to kill him when he was young, deeply engraved in his bones.

Looking back now, it was clear that he had been displeased with the process of the Manifest Demon True Art and the Taoist Lingbao's Nine Gates True Scripture getting mixed up.

Since the reaction of the gentle Tongtian Cult Master had been that much, it was impossible to predict what the reaction of the Taoist Lingbao, who would throw a punch at the drop of a hat, would be.

What if he were to get angry at him in his bedridden state and something were to go wrong? How could he handle the aftermath?

"Alright. Then let's go back together."

At Xi Xichang's cool answer, Jiang Ziya looked at Xi Xichang as if it were unexpected.

Although he had thought that she would agree, since she had told him about the Sword Immortal's condition first, it was beyond his expectation that she would answer so readily without any other conditions.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you want to back out?"

"That's not it..."

"You don't have to look at me so suspiciously. If the Sword Immortal were to meet you or to have a conversation with you, even by a slim chance, just tell me about his condition."

In fact, it had been a long time since even the occasional conversation with a telepathic message had been cut off since last year.

Xi Xichang did not feel the need to tell Jiang Ziya such a story.

If Jiang Ziya were to enter the Sword Immortal's chamber and to have even a short telepathic message with him, he would be able to relieve his worries about the Sword Immortal's condition even a little.

Jiang Ziya nodded his head quietly. Although he had gotten rid of a big burden, one side of his heart was still complicated.

"Are you going to have that expression until we go back to the Sichuan Alliance?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm talking about that gloomy expression. Your usual silly face is not great, but since you're frowning, I really can't stand to look at it."

At Xi Xichang's sharp words, Jiang Ziya finally realized that his feelings were clearly revealed on his face.

"The Medicine Immortal is a strange person who is said to be able to revive even the dead. It's unlikely that a supreme master like Yang Jian would make a wrong judgment, and there will surely be good news."

"I believe so too."

Jiang Ziya washed away his anxious heart.

Nezha was an arrangement that Old Ancestor Hongjun had laid out.

If Old Ancestor Hongjun were truly a person who could read and handle the heavenly qi, it was unlikely that Nezha's end would be so vain.

For the first time, Jiang Ziya prayed that this time, Nezha would be Hongjun's arrangement.

Xi Xichang, leaving Jiang Ziya, who was standing alone and organizing his thoughts, looked around and had a serious expression.

"It seems... the head of the Tang Clan is not going to give up until the end."

Jiang Ziya also came to his senses and felt the presence of the martial artists who were appearing like mushrooms around him.

It seemed that he would have to bear a considerable hardship to get out of here.

* * *

"Achoo!"

A man who was lazing around and lying down in a corner of the inner court of the Black Contemplation Fortress sneezed loudly.

Since he had been overexerting himself in a way that he had not usually done these days, his body was shivering, and it seemed that he had caught a cold.

Sniffle.

What was a cold to a martial arts master?

As he struggled to get up, an old master who had already approached his side was looking down at him as if he were pathetic.

"Tu Xingsun, what's going on with the Tang Clan?"

"Oh my! Why do you approach me like a ghost, startling me?"

Tu Xingsun, who had been rolling around and lazing around, got up with an exaggerated gesture.

By his side was Shiyue, who had a dark complexion.

"As for the news until recently... it seems to be going better than I thought. Although it's not certain... I've also heard the news that the disciple of the Wise Sword has died..."

A letter that had arrived at the Martial Arts Alliance.

The story of the existence of a poisonous man of the Tang Clan had been leaked to the Martial Arts Alliance, and it was none other than Shiyue's work.

Since Xi Xichang was not giving up on her plan to get the Sichuan Tang Clan to join the Sichuan Alliance, he had used the poisonous man as a bait to cause a conflict between the Martial Arts Alliance and the Sichuan Tang Clan.

And the result was much greater than they had expected.

Although it was not clear whether the poisonous man, whom he had been half-convinced of, had actually existed in the Sichuan Tang Clan, the carrier pigeons that were coming in, biting their tails, clearly showed that an uncontrollable chaos was being caused between the Sichuan Tang Clan and the Martial Arts Alliance.

"Don't forget to keep me updated."

Shiyue, as if his business were over, turned his feet back to the chamber of the inner court.

"Head of the Inner Court. No, Old Master Shi!"

Shiyue, as if he had heard Tu Xingsun's call, went back to his workplace.

Since the people of the So family manor had gained power around Jeshin, Shiyue, who could be called his confidant, had been helping him from the shadows for a long time.

But Shiyue was still a loyal subordinate of Jeshin, without any wavering.

The appearance of Shiyue, who was working like a madman only for Jeshin, putting his own health on the back burner, looked extremely precarious.

"It seems that that person will go first, not King Wucheng or me."

Tu Xingsun, looking at Shiyue's back, let out a deep sigh.

(End of Chapter)