Chapter 455: Chapter 455

His companion raised a finger and gently pressed it to his lips, signaling for silence. Then, with a nod, he said, “You know it, but there’s no need to speak that lord’s name.”

The climber nodded, though his face was full of mixed emotions. In the era of martial arts, many things that had once only existed in legends had now been brought to life.

Living atop the absolute peak of Tianshan for years, in harmony with the heavens, earth, and universe, gazing down at the teeming masses, worshipped by countless people … truly, they were like gods among mortals.

Ordinary people could not fathom such an existence.

The two climbers did not know that in the direction of their gaze, atop the celestial peak hidden by layers of clouds, four figures were rapidly ascending.

These four, their qi and blood burning like thousand-degree furnaces, flew through the air like large birds. Occasionally, they would only lightly touch the ice cliffs for leverage.

What was most astonishing was that all four of them were carrying a golden-red coffin on their shoulders.

The coffin’s lid was made of crystal, allowing a clear view of the beautiful woman inside, draped in a bright red silk gown. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly pursed, lying there as if she were only sleeping. The four people, carrying the coffin, soared upward.

The frigid winds and blizzards that raged around the celestial peak had no effect on them. No one knew how long they climbed, but eventually, they reached the top of the celestial peak.

Compared to the previous harsh conditions, the peak was astonishingly calm.

Through the layers of mist, golden sunlight shone down without obstruction, falling upon the thick snow that had accumulated over countless years.

In the center was a small pool. The surface of the pool was almost entirely frozen, resembling a perfect mirror reflecting the colors of the sky.

This place truly seemed like a paradise.

The four figures, two men and two women, carried the coffin step by step to the edge of the celestial pool.

They gently set the coffin down. One middle-aged man stepped forward and softly called out to the pool, “My lord.”

In the ethereal and serene mountaintop, his voice was clear, like a stone dropped into still water. Before long, something strange happened.

On the mirror-like surface of the celestial pool, the golden sunlight rapidly converged, forming a distinct golden humanoid shape.

As soon as the figure appeared, the four men and women immediately knelt down on one knee, their faces showing deep reverence.

“We have brought the corpse of the Fifth Lady.” The man in the lead spoke softly.

Upon hearing this, the golden figure slowly walked out from the pool’s surface. A semi-transparent golden humanoid figure appeared in the air, his features indistinguishable, but the outline of his limbs and body was faintly visible. Even this vague figure was otherworldly. If someone else had been present, they would have immediately knelt in awe, worshipping this divine manifestation …

The four, however, were accustomed to such phenomena and simply lowered their heads even further.

The golden figure walked to the coffin, reached out his hand, and grasped at the woman lying inside.

His hand passed directly through the crystal lid of the coffin without resistance, gently touching the woman’s delicate face.

“Do you know how she died?” The golden figure’s voice was clear and ethereal, like the sound of a breeze.

The man in the lead replied, “Her neck was twisted, causing her death.”

“Why?” The man hesitated for a moment before recounting in great detail what Lian Su had done before her death. After hearing the explanation, the golden figure let out a soft sigh.

His gaze fell on the woman in the coffin as he sighed softly, “Then it seems she brought her death upon herself.”

The man in the lead quickly added, “The one Lady Su targeted was far away when she died. It’s unlikely that he did it himself. But her death is definitely connected to him.” Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel-fire.net

The golden figure’s lips curled slightly, though it was unclear if it was in mockery or disdain.

He didn’t respond, only saying casually, “Since she’s already dead, let’s just leave it at that.”

The man in the lead was stunned.

“My lord, Lady Su died under unclear circumstances, and we’re just going to let it go? Even though we know it was Lu Sheng’s doing …”

The golden figure replied indifferently, “Then what would you have me do? Go back and kill him, avenge Lian Su? That boy is now the top candidate for the military’s grooming. If we make a move against him, the military will protect him at all costs. Besides … That boy is clever enough to leave no trace, no evidence linking him directly to her death.”

“Qinglong, I am only a Level 9 Martial Sage, not a true god among mortals. There are some rules that must be followed …”

The man in the lead bowed his head deeply, “Qinglong understands.”

“However, it won’t be that easy to just brush this matter aside …” The golden figure’s hand gently passed over the woman’s body in the coffin, casually saying, “The military will have to pay dearly for this as well.”

As he spoke, the golden figure’s hand brushed across the woman’s abdomen … Suddenly, his hand froze.

The golden figure stared fixedly at that spot, a strange light flickering in his eyes.  This odd light turned into a tangible wave, spreading out from his body in all directions.

In an instant, the wind on the celestial peak stilled, the surrounding clouds stopped swirling. All sound vanished, all actions ceased, as if time itself had paused.

The golden figure gradually shifted from an ethereal state to something more solid. Under those glowing eyes, a youthful face began to emerge. Within just a few breaths, a figure with snow-white hair but the face of a young man stepped out of the golden light.

He stared intently at the woman in the coffin, and in a low voice, he muttered, “So, I, Zhao Ji, once had a child …”

As soon as these words left his lips, the four kneeling behind him all suddenly looked up. Their faces were filled with indescribable shock.

“Brother Sheng! Tell us, what’s the battlefield of the caverns like?” In a small bubble tea shop, Lu Sheng, Lin Ze, and Yang Yuan sat across from each other, casually chatting.

After the initial excitement of reuniting, Lin Ze incessantly pestered Lu Sheng with questions.

In the half-year since they last met, Lin Ze had tanned significantly, grown taller, and more muscular, indicating that he had put in considerable effort into his martial arts training during this period.

Yang Yuan, on the other hand, had changed very little, though her clothing style had shifted slightly, making her look more like a university student.

The one who had changed the most was Lu Sheng.

When they first met, neither Lin Ze nor Yang Yuan recognized him at first glance—or perhaps, they didn’t dare to recognize him.

Faced with Lin Ze’s myriad of bizarre questions, Lu Sheng occasionally replied, while Yang Yuan remained silent, quietly sipping her bubble tea as she sat beside Lu Sheng, listening to the conversation.

Just as Lin Ze was about to order his fourth bubble tea, Lu Sheng stopped him.

“Forget it …” Lu Sheng glanced at the time on the shop’s wall and suggested, “Let’s go eat.”

Lin Ze immediately jumped up and eagerly said, “I know a barbecue place, the food is really good …”