She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 155: Old Baldy, How Dare You Injure My Face

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Old Baldy, How Dare You Injure My Face

"All that you have was given by Us, and without Us, you are nothing."

"Dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, and the son of a mouse will gnaw holes. This is a common saying among the folk, but We find it quite sensible."

"What you should be most grateful for is that half of Our blood flows through your veins; otherwise, with the status of your humble mother, you would have no right to kneel here and listen to Our lecture."

"Some things, if We are willing to give them to you, are a grace."

"In other words, if We are not willing to give, you should never overstep and reach out to take!"

...

The Emperor said that if he didn’t give something, one must absolutely not reach out to take it.

Xiao Hongshen was drenched in cold sweat, watching helplessly as Wa Chengnan was taken away by the Ironclad Army, the fireworks display behind finally coming to an end.

"What should I do now?" Xiao Hongshen looked towards the Taoist-robed man, his eyes red with blood vessels: "Stepfather! Only you can save me now!"

The Taoist-robed man sighed lightly: "It is only at times like this that you would call me stepfather."

Xiao Hongshen was panicked; with Wa Chengnan already captured, Chai You surely faced the same fate. His own people must have already failed.

As the last of the fireworks faded, the two were enveloped in darkness.

Xiao Hongshen’s eyes were fixed on the man in front of him, knowing that only he could save him now.

"If I didn’t want to save you, I wouldn’t have specifically come tonight." He patted Xiao Hongshen’s shoulder, signaling him to calm down: "This matter is not so serious. From now on, you just listen to me."

Just then.

A sharp palm wind attacked from behind the two men.

They quickly dodged to the side.

The Taoist-robed man looked towards the newcomer, barely discernible cloaked in black nightwear, wearing a terrifying ghost mask.

"Who are you?"

Xiao Hongshen barked sternly.

The person in the ghost mask narrowed his eyes at the two on the rooftop, eyes filled with deep confusion.

But before he could speak, the Taoist-robed man had already initiated a lethal move.

Clearly outclassed, the masked figure was in disarray under the ferocious assault.

Just as the final palm strike was about to knock him off the roof, the Taoist-robed man’s palm wind turned into a slicing blade and he struck out, prompting the masked figure to involuntarily close his eyes.

The anticipated pain did not come. Instead, a mocking voice reached his ears.

"Elder Brother, you’ve really reverted with age, dealing such a heavy hand to your junior, truly doing a disservice to our master’s spirit in heaven." The speaker, clad in a white robe, had a handsome face, but atop was a head shining as if brand new.

It was none other than Abbot Xun Kong.

Xun Kong casually neutralized the Taoist-robed man’s move, then used inner strength to lift the person in the ghost mask from the ground, softly saying, "You go first."

The masked figure pursed his lips and held his chest, casting a hostile look at Xiao Hongshen, then leaped away in a single bound.

"He must not be allowed to escape!"

Xun Kong directly stepped aside to block the path that Xiao Hongshen intended to pursue.

Xiao Hongshen’s gaze landed on Xun Kong with venom: "I remember you. You are Abbot Huaxu from Southern Mountain Temple."

Xun Kong brought his hands together: "Amitabha, thank you for remembering this monk’s Dharma name, Your Highness."

"Why are you here tonight?" Xiao Hongshen pressed.

Xun Kong lifted his gaze across to the Taoist standing in the shadows, chuckling: "Where he is, there I shall also be."

"Enough," said the Taoist-robed man as he slowly stepped into the moonlight, revealing a face marked by cold abstinence, his narrow eyes reflecting slightness, surprisingly a man of unequaled beauty akin to Huaxu.

"So many years have passed, and Elder Brother finally deigns to reveal his true face." Huaxu spared no courtesy: "Or did you haste so much on your journey that you didn’t have time to disguise yourself?"

The Taoist-robed man said nothing.

Xun Kong looked beyond to the Seventh Prince, "One thought to emptiness, one thought to devilry. I had thought senior brother would be more insightful, but looking at you now, you’re just a fool toyed with by the ways of the world."

"Cut the nonsense, you let that person go, now leave your life behind." The Taoist-robed man raised his hand, unleashing a fierce palm wind, which Xun Kong leaped to dodge.

His face was serene, hands pressed together in prayer.

"After so many years, senior brother is still as hot-tempered."

The Taoist-robed man signaled Xiao Hongshen with his eyes, "Leave this to me, you go after Ghost Face. By all means, he must not leave here alive tonight."

Xiao Hongshen thought of Ghost Face’s skills he had just witnessed and hesitated.

"Don’t worry, he’s badly injured, he’s no match for you."

The Taoist-robed man dissipated Xiao Hongshen’s concerns.

Xiao Hongshen glanced at Xun Kong and then retreated, pursuing the direction where Ghost Face had disappeared.

As Xiao Hongshen vanished, Xun Kong retracted his gaze, looking unhurriedly at the Taoist-robed man.

"He resembles his mother so much, doesn’t he? Senior brother."

"Enough talk. After so many years, let’s see if your cultivation has improved."

Xun Kong’s face was gentle, heterochromia eyes sparkling in the night, "Such crudeness in fight and killing. Haven’t seen you for many years, and you won’t even catch up with your junior brother?"

"Begin." In response to Xun Kong was another palm wind from the man.

The palm wind lifted the gravel off the ground, and though Xun Kong sidestepped to dodge, the gravel still scraped across his face, making him twitch the corner of his lips.

Heterochromia eyes flashed with a colder hue.

Xun Kong reached out to touch his face, and his fingertips were stained with fresh blood.

The once amiable-looking face suddenly turned grim.

"Song Huaxu, you bald donkey, how dare you hurt my face!"

Song Huaxu, seeing Xun Kong curse, remained expressionless, his eyes calm, lifting his hand for another palm wind.

This time, Xun Kong leaped directly onto the roof’s ridge.

"Then, junior brother need not show any mercy."

He pressed his hands together; the air pressure around him plunged as if unseen gigantic hands squeezed the space, instantly pulverizing the surrounding trees into dust!

His first move was a killing technique!

Song Huaxu snorted coldly. He wasn’t the old man on a donkey in Chang’an Street anymore. Shedding all disguises tonight, he stood emotionless, godlike, across the eaves from Xun Kong, both ready to erupt into conflict at any moment!

Elsewhere.

Ghost Face supported herself against the wall, bending forward to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

She was none other than Yan Wanqing.

In this moment, suppressing the nausea of surging blood, her mind struggled with a more unacceptable thought.

The seemingly young Taoist.

His martial arts techniques were identical to those of her master, Song Huaxu.

Yet, from their demeanor and appearance, they were clearly not the same person.

What was going on?

Why did Xun Kong call him senior brother?

Yan Wanqing’s head felt like it was about to explode.

Just as she was about to remove her mask to breathe, she suddenly turned her head with a wary look.

She saw Xiao Hongshen leisurely leap down from atop the wall.

"Run, why have you stopped running?"