He struggled to stand up, his face looking ferocious due to blood loss and anger.
He stared at Tang Zhen who collapsed on the ground as if he had lost his soul, and asked in a hoarse voice:
"What on earth is going on? Where is Tang Hao? He is the young sect master and the next heir of the sect! When the sect is facing annihilation and we are fighting to the death in blood, he... how can he do such a shameless act as abandoning the sect and running away alone!"
"Is this still the young master of my Clear Sky Sect? Is this still a qualified heir?"
With someone taking the lead, the other surviving elders also cast their eyes on Tang Zhen with grief, anger, confusion, and even resentment.
They died and were injured for the sake of the sect. In the end, the young sect leader who should bear the most responsibility and live and die with the sect ran away!
How can they accept this?
"Yes! Sect Master! What exactly does Young Sect Master want to do?!"
"Did he even abandon the sect for that Soul Beast?!"
"Is it possible that the one we are fighting to protect is this kind of heir who ran away from the battlefield?"
The elders' questions seemed to light a fuse.
Those ordinary disciples who had survived the disaster had suppressed their long-suppressed fear, sadness, and confusion about the future, which instantly turned into anger and doubts about the culprit, and they all spoke out one after another.
The square was filled with angry denunciations for a while.
Facing the questions behind him that were like sharp arrows, Tang Zhen opened his mouth, but all he could make was a whooshing sound in his throat, and he couldn't say a single word.
His face was full of pain, confusion, and a deep despair after being betrayed by a loved one.
What could he say?
He said he didn't know why Tang Hao ran away?
That he was disappointed in his son?
Seeing his father's speechless expression in pain, Tang Xiao, who had been holding on and his face was as pale as paper, used his remaining right arm to support Clear Sky Hammer and stood up with difficulty.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the severe pain, and glanced at the emotional elders and disciples:
"Elders, fellow disciples... please, listen to me first."
His voice was not loud, but the noisy square gradually became quiet.
Everyone looked at the young master who had just cut off his arm and suffered great humiliation.
Tang Xiao's eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and finally landed on the faces of the elders who questioned the most fiercely, and said slowly:
"I know that everyone is confused, angry, and even... disdainful of my second brother's behavior."
He paused, his voice a little hoarse:
"But have you ever thought about why Spirit Hall is here today? Why is that mysterious strong man so aggressive?"
Without waiting for anyone to answer, Tang Xiao asked and answered himself:
"What they are after is that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!"
"So!"
Tang Xiao's eyes suddenly became sharp. Although his face was pale, there was a burst of momentum. "Whether the second brother chooses to hand over Soul Beast to protect the sect, or choose... to take away Soul Beast like now to attract the other party's attention and anger..."
His voice rose a little higher, with a decisive tone:
"Isn't the final result the same?"
"Aren't they the ones who let the other party and Spirit Hall choose to retreat because they lost their clear goals, and no longer continue to embarrass me, Clear Sky Sect, so as to preserve the last vitality and inheritance of the sect?"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place suddenly fell silent.
All the angry elders and disciples were stunned.
They think along the lines of Tang Xiao...
Yes, Spirit Hall and Sea God Island are for Soul Beast.
If Tang Hao obediently hands over Soul Beast, the other party will naturally retreat after achieving its goal.
If Tang Hao takes away Soul Beast and runs away...
The other party has lost its target, and it will not help if they continue to stay here to massacre and vent their anger. They will also choose to retreat to trace the whereabouts of Tang Hao.
Judging from the most realistic and lowest result of protecting the sect from being completely destroyed, it seems... there is really no difference?
Even if Tang Hao takes away Soul Beast and runs away, the precious Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast can still be in the hands of the Clear Sky Sect.
With this thought, the anger and confusion on many people's faces began to slowly fade away.
What replaced it was a complex, indescribable emotion.
Although Tang Hao's behavior of running away from battle is still disgusting, from the perspective of consequentialism...
He seems...
By accident, he used another more extreme method to save the sect!
Watching everyone gradually become silent and lost in thought, Tang Xiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, far away in the quiet courtyard in the backyard of the Spirit Hall Pope Palace.
Another completely different kind of silence is also spreading.
This kind of silence stems from the torture of the soul, from the wavering of faith, from being cornered by the most straightforward and cruel logic, with nowhere to escape.
Bibi Dong stands there like a beautiful sculpture.
The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light and shadow on her beautiful side face, but it cannot illuminate the bottomless confusion and horror in her eyes.
"There is no waste Martial Soul, there is only waste Soul Master."
This sentence was once a beacon of light for her in the dark years. It was the theoretical pillar for her to recognize Yu Xiaogang's talent and even fall in love with it.
She believes in this sentence just like she believes in the unique wisdom of Yu Xiaogang.
But now, Ye Qing put this sentence, together with Yu Xiaogang himself, on the judgment stand.
One of Yu Xiaogang, Upper Three Sects, the heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Yu Xiaogang, Soul Power Level 29, difficult to break through in life.
So, according to the logic of his own famous saying...
What on earth is he, Yu Xiaogang?
Is this sentence itself wrong, is it a beautiful empty talk he uses to deceive the world and comfort himself?
Or should I say...
He Yu Xiaogang himself is a living waste Soul Master that fits the definition of his famous saying?
To admit the former would be to deny the biggest shining point of Yu Xiaogang, and to deny the spiritual resonance that she cherished in that relationship.
Granted the latter...
It also completely drove the man in her mind, who although not very strong, was talented and had unique ideas, into the abyss of waste.
Even the theory Grandmaster she used to defend him seemed so ridiculous.
No matter which one she chooses, it's like ruthlessly tearing and trampling an important part of her heart.
What should she do?
How should she answer?
On her white forehead, fine cold sweat seeped out uncontrollably and slid down her smooth skin.
Her throat felt dry, her heart was beating rapidly, and an unprecedented feeling of panic and powerlessness gripped her.
She opened her mouth, but found that no sound came out at all.
My mind was in chaos. The calmness, intelligence, and balance I had in the past all lost their effect in the face of this extremely simple yet extremely cruel logical problem.
She could only sit there blankly, enduring Ye Qing's calm but seemingly see-through gaze, like a clown who had nowhere to hide in the face of the truth.
Looking at Bibi Dong, he was speechless, dripping with cold sweat, and his faith had almost collapsed.
Ye Qing didn't feel much happiness in his heart, only a faint understanding and an imperceptible sigh.
He shook his head slightly, picked up the already cold teacup in front of him, and drank the little tea left in it.
Then, he put down the teacup, raised his head, and looked at Bibi Dong again.
His eyes were still clear, but with an almost cold calmness:
"It seems that Saintess Hall... I don't have the answer either."
He stood up, his small figure in the sun gave people an inexplicable sense of calmness.
"In that case..."
Ye Qing's tone carries a touch of alienation and conclusion:
"Saint, please come back."
He walked to the courtyard gate, opened the heavy wooden door, and made a gesture of seeing off the guests.
Then, he turned around and took one last look at Bibi Dong, who was still standing there with a pale face. With those clear eyes, he ended this brief meeting that was enough to subvert certain perceptions:
"I don't see the future in you that I expected."
"I admit that your talent may be good, and your future achievements may even surpass the Qian Xunji Pope."
He paused, and his tone was as calm as if he was stating a fact that had nothing to do with him:
"But, so what?"
After saying that, he stopped looking at Bibi Dong and just stood quietly by the door, waiting for her to leave.