Chapter 1073: Chapter 1067: Someone Else’s Chess Pieces
With the arrival of reinforcements, Nun Dairou’s expression turned cold, and the Bodhisattva statue halted its movements.
Two or three Void Refinement cultivators were fine, but six of them were definitely capable of causing her trouble.
Besides that, there was also Fei Heng, who was neither human nor ghost!
“People of the Azure Cloud Li Clan!”
The Bodhisattva’s eyes stared fixedly at Li Yaozu and Li Yaoqing.
Nun Dairou could sense the same bloodline aura from them as from Li Kuanghua.
How could she not see that these suddenly appearing Void Refinement cultivators were all brought by the Azure Cloud Li Clan?
They were like dog-skin plasters; once they stuck on, even tearing them off would cost a layer of skin.
“Amitabha. Members of the Li Clan, you have already brought disaster upon my Dusheng Nunnery.
Why must you persistently entangle yourselves with us? Why not lay down your butcher’s knives and become a Buddha on the spot?”
The Buddhist voice was captivating.
“This poor nun only wants the Crown Prince. Whatever the Li Clan desires, this poor nun can part with it.”
“Very well.” The sword Li Yaozu used just now was destroyed, so another incredibly ordinary sword fell from his sword box into his hand. He stood holding the sword.
“Then part with your life.”
Nun Dairou was left speechless, and for a moment, the cloudy sky fell silent.
Li Yaozu simply found it ridiculous.
He had spent these years cultivating in the Sword Pavilion and rarely even entered the Ancestral Space, so he didn’t know the general outline of what had happened.
However, he understood one thing: with generations of descendants in the clan, he was already an ancestor. Since Nun Dairou was an enemy, she should be annihilated.
Perfected Qinghe looked around at the crowd.
Although six Void Refinement cultivators had arrived, given their strength, one careless move could cost them their lives. Ultimately, he was still the one facing the Nun directly.
He broke the silence of their standoff. “Old demoness, with us here, don’t even think about capturing His Highness the Crown Prince. Why don’t you quickly surrender?”
“…”
Who among those present wasn’t a shrewd schemer? Pairs of eyes stared at Perfected Qinghe.
Perfected Qinghe’s expression looked incredibly fierce at the moment, but he was as slippery as the nine-headed long worm behind him.
Yet Nun Dairou seemingly failed to understand Perfected Qinghe’s hidden meaning urging her to leave.
Looking at Fei Heng, she said, “You want to protect him? The people of the world are ignorant, but I never expected that you Benefactors would be equally ignorant.”
The expressions of Perfected Qinghe and Zhou Chengli drastically changed.
They saw Crown Prince Fei Heng, guarded by the corpse dragon, averting his gaze.
Nun Dairou continued, “You Benefactors claim that this poor nun fled on the eve of battle, and that Bi Shihu and Yun Hongcai are true villains.
For decades, the affairs of Shadowfell Prefecture have been blamed on the three of us.
But have any of you ever considered that the disaster of Shadowfell Prefecture does not lie with us, nor does it lie with the Wu tribe?”
“Old demoness, cease your demonic words and stop confusing the public!”
Perfected Qinghe shouted furiously.
“Me, confusing the public with demonic words?” Nun Dairou no longer used a Buddhist self-address. Her true body opened her eyes and sneered.
“The Crown Prince of the dynasty is neither human nor ghost; he cultivates the arts of the Mountain of Esoteric Stratagems and uses a corpse dragon.
You accuse me of using demonic words to confuse the public, but who is the real demon here?!!”
Perfected Qinghe was momentarily speechless. The reinforcements who had come to assist all focused their gazes on Crown Prince Fei Heng, their eyes complex.
Nun Dairou’s voice echoed loudly.
“The Dusheng Nunnery, the Shadowfell Prefecture army, and the Prefecture Lord’s Yun Clan—for the three of us, Shadowfell Prefecture is our root!
We defended Shadowfell Prefecture for hundreds of years.
The situation of the Nirvana Sage Elder charging into Shadowfell Prefecture that day was not something we had ever encountered before.
We didn’t run for hundreds of years; why did we flee that day and hand Shadowfell Prefecture over on a silver platter?”
“If we were simply greedy for life and afraid of death, we would have left Shadowfell Prefecture long ago.
We would only have needed to give the Imperial Capital a few excuses, so how would we have ended up in this current predicament?
If we were seeking opportunities, the three of our factions could have colluded, sold out Shadowfell Prefecture, plunged the world into chaos, and acted even more ruthlessly!”
Nun Dairou’s voice was calm, but it seemed to conceal heaven-shaking fury.
“No, you never thought about it. You only know that we fled, and that someone in this world had to pay the price for the matter of Shadowfell Prefecture.”
“But you didn’t know that when the Wu tribe broke into the Central Plains, someone in our Shadowfell Prefecture was harboring a Dao seed.”
“For hundreds of years, we were locked in a contest with those harboring wicked intentions.
We were once just like you; to defend the borders, our disciples, clansmen, and subordinates died one by one.
We only wanted to do one thing: drive the Wu tribe out of the Azure Dynasty, expand the territory of our dynasty, and establish merit that would last ten thousand generations.”
“You only see us now as wildly ambitious, stopping at nothing for the sake of opportunities and growing stronger, setting up game after game of chess.”
“But you never imagined that we, too, were once someone else’s chess pieces.”
Nun Dairou stared calmly at Crown Prince Fei Heng.
“Back then, the Yun Clan prepared to flee without hesitation. We were already guarding against each other, and our suspicions grew heavier.
People who understood us so well, and who even knew what our three factions wanted, were truly few and far between.”
“Wouldn’t you say so, Your Highness the Crown Prince?”
Nun Dairou’s face was gloomy.
“Decades have passed, and you have been in my Dusheng Nunnery the entire time. Even I was deceived by you.
If I hadn’t forced you to reveal your corpse energy, I truly wouldn’t have dared to make this speculation.”
The great battle between Body Integration experts had leveled the ruins to the ground.
In the cloudy sky of this place, everyone felt a chill spread through their entire bodies.
They gazed down at the monster, bowing its head on the ground. A wind formed by Spiritual power blew past, lifting the monster’s disheveled hair.
The corpse dragon coiled by his side. Crown Prince Fei Heng did not say a word.
There were only pairs of complex eyes—which, despite having earlier suspicions, were still in disbelief—fixed entirely upon him.
Just like his currently hideous, corpse-stitched appearance, in the eyes of everyone present, he was a twisted monster.
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