All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Chapter 79 Whose Heart Belongs?

Zhang Cheng glanced at Wu Yazi, who had been beaten senseless and thrown down, and helplessly replied to those above, "No problem."

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Li Qiushui's voice drifted from above: "Then thank you very much, Sect Leader. I'll take my senior sister out for a stroll to clear her head."

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The footsteps faded into the distance.

The old woman took two steps, then turned back.

She stood at the edge of the cave entrance, glanced down, and then forcefully threw down the scroll she had previously tossed up.

The scroll, imbued with internal force, grazed Wu Yazi's ear and plunged into the ground with a "thud," disappearing all the way down to the handle.

"Hmph." The old woman's voice came coldly, "Junior brother, your sweetheart is back with you."

The footsteps really did fade into the distance this time.

Zhang Cheng walked over, flipped Wu Yazi over so he was lying face down, and then plopped down on him again.

Wu Yazi lay prone on the ground, his face pressed against the cold earth. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke: "So what exactly happened? Which of the things you told me before were true, and which were false?"

Zhang Cheng thought for a moment and said frankly, "They really did fight for decades because of you, and almost went to see your master."

"What about the rest?"

"That's it. Just this one." Zhang Cheng shrugged. "The others are all made of fabric."

Wu Yazi was silent for a moment, then his voice was somewhat aggrieved: "Then why were you asking me so many questions and saying so much just now?"

Zhang Cheng said matter-of-factly, "Some things are only clear to you as the person involved. It's not just me who's curious; the two of them are curious too, so I'm asking around for them."

Wu Yazi remained silent for a while, then changed the subject: "So you're not my junior sister's disciple? Then how do you know the Northern Darkness Divine Art and the Lesser Formless Art?"

"Your junior sister left her secret manuals lying around, and I found them and taught myself."

After listening, Wu Yazi remained silent for a long time.

After a long while, he spoke again.

"So, it's one thing for my senior sister to be angry that my junior sister and I secretly pledged our lives to each other and then attack me. But why did my junior sister—say she was deceived by me?"

His voice sounded somewhat confused: "I admit, the one I truly love isn't the one who came later. But the one I love is always the one in my memory. Although it was my affections that shifted, I didn't lie to her."

Zhang Cheng rolled his eyes: "You still have the nerve to say that?"

He pointed to the scroll stuck in the ground beside him: "Why don't you take a good look and see who is depicted in this scroll you left behind?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Yazi reached out and pulled out the scroll that was stuck to the side.

He was paralyzed and unable to move after falling off a cliff.

Although his waist was broken by the two women, resulting in numbness in his lower body, his upper body was still able to move freely. With his internal strength, his mobility was actually stronger than that of an ordinary person.

He unfurled the scroll and examined it for a moment: "This—this is the young Qiu Shui Mei I remember. Is there a problem?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng leaned over to take a look.

The person in the painting does indeed resemble Li Qiushui, but looks much younger than she does now. The thing is, Sister Li looks to be only around twenty years old now.

Zhang Cheng didn't dwell on the issue. He pointed to the painting: "Look at the dimples and mole in this painting. Sister Li doesn't have those."

Wu Yazi was taken aback, then picked up the painting again and examined it closely.

"Doesn't my junior sister have this dimple and mole?"

He frowned, seemingly trying to remember. But it had been so long since he'd seen her that even he wasn't sure if Li Qiushui looked the same as she did in the painting.

After a long pause, he muttered to himself, "Perhaps—I drew it wrong based on my memory."

Zhang Cheng was speechless. It turned out this old man didn't even know who he liked.

"The person in the painting is clearly Sister Li's younger sister," he said casually.

Wu Yazi was stunned.

"How could that be?" he retorted instinctively. "I only met her younger sister once; she was only eleven years old at the time. How could the person I drew be—"

As he spoke, he began to recall what Li Qiushui looked like in his mind.

Although it has been a long time, these martial arts masters all had excellent minds that could recite long manuals backwards.

He compared the little girl in his memory with the painting, and gradually, he became speechless.

Seeing his serious expression, Zhang Cheng said, "Alright, instead of thinking about these things, why don't you think about whether those two old ladies will continue to block you up there later?"

Wu Yazi's body stiffened slightly. "This—shouldn't be that bad?"

Zhang Cheng felt that his injuries had almost healed, so he stood up from him, patted his clothes, and said, "Don't ask me. You've been fellow disciples with them for forty or fifty years. You should know their personalities best."

Wu Yazi remained silent. Of course he understood. It was precisely because he understood that he began to panic.

He rolled over and sat up, moved his lower body which had just regained sensation, and stood up.

"I'd better find a chance to slip away first."

Zhang Cheng shrugged, indicating that he didn't care.

Wu Yazi walked to the cave entrance, placed his hand on the edge, and peered out to look around.

There was no sign of Tong Lao or Li Qiushui.

He breathed a sigh of relief, turned back to Zhang Cheng, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and said, "I am deeply grateful, young brother. I will take my leave now."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "May I ask where you live now, young man? I will visit you to express my gratitude when my senior sisters are not here."

"I am the son-in-law of the current Prince of Zhennan in Dali. You can find me in Dali City."

Zhang Cheng paused, then took out the Seven Treasures Ring from his pocket and shook it: "By the way, you don't want this ring anymore?"

Wu Yazi shook his head: "Among the third-generation disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, only you are qualified to wear it. You should keep it safe."

Zhang Cheng nodded, put away the ring, and casually asked, "So, where are you planning to go?"

Wu Yazi's tone turned cold: "Naturally, we should go find Ding Chunqiu and clean house."

Zhang Cheng listened but didn't say anything more.

Killing Ding Chunqiu should probably increase my role-playing progress.

However, this person is a menace if he lives even one more day, and considering that I am currently too busy to find time to go see him.

Since Wuyazi insists on taking matters into his own hands, let him avenge himself.

Wu Yazi said no more, leaped out of the cave. He didn't go through the valley entrance, but instead used his lightness skill to climb up the cliff of Leigu Mountain, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Cheng withdrew his gaze and glanced at the writing on the cave wall. He had already memorized all these cultivation techniques and secret manuals; keeping them would only benefit others.

He casually unleashed several sword energies, slicing away all the inscriptions on the stone wall. The rubble fell down, and the characters became blurred in an instant.

After doing all that, he leaped out of the pit.

After landing, he looked around but found no trace of Tong Lao and Li Qiushui. He then went to the first wooden house and released Su Xinghe's pressure points.