Chapter 615: - Making the Lie Come True

“You’re very happy.”

“But I’m not smiling.”

“I can feel that you’re very happy.”

“You’re a cold-blooded zombie. Since when did you become so sensitive to other people’s emotions?”

“You’re blind, yet you can still read letters and write replies.”

“Let’s enter the city first. We’ll talk once everyone is settled.”

“All right.”

With Liang Cheng personally leading a unit of cavalry to meet and escort them, the Blind Man’s group finally entered Fengxin City.

The next matter was settling everyone in.

Tian Tian came first.

He was their precious treasure.

As always, they placed him in a bedroom directly behind Marquis Zheng’s own chambers.

It was the safest place in the entire residence.

Even Marquis Zheng himself, when it came down to it, was the one expected to “take the bullet” in front of Tian Tian.

Then came Sha Tuo Queshi.

There had already been a hidden chamber beneath this residence.

The previous owner had probably prepared it as a refuge against some unforeseen disaster.

But in all likelihood, the unforeseen disaster still happened.

Otherwise the place would not have ended up empty and then become Marquis Zheng’s residence.

The original hidden chamber had been renovated.

They had even selected a new, extremely expensive coffin.

No one knew which former resident of Fengxin City had prepared it for himself, but whoever he was, he had not gotten to enjoy it either.

The coffin was carried inside.

A packet of candy wrapped in red paper sat atop the new lid.

The Blind Man motioned for the soldiers to withdraw.

Liang Cheng opened the coffin and carefully examined the body inside.

“No wonder Master is always lamenting that everyone else keeps getting protagonist scripts. Some people really do live out the phrase, ‘A hero among men in life, a hero among ghosts in death.’”

The Blind Man picked up the wedding candy from atop the new coffin.

He gave it a sniff.

He asked nothing.

With a wave of his hand, mental force lifted the coffin lid aside.

Liang Cheng hoisted Sha Tuo Queshi up and placed him into the new coffin.

Inside were bedding, covers, pillows, even pieces of jade.

Nothing was missing.

On matters like this, Marquis Zheng would never treat his godfather poorly.

Hum!

The coffin lid closed.

Liang Cheng dusted off his hands.

“Still not going to tell me?”

“I can give you a hint first.”

“Heh.”

“Remember the woman San’er brought back?”

“I remember.”

“She spoke another prophecy on the road.”

“You used your ability on her, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“No wonder you looked so weak when you moved the coffin lid with mental force just now.”

“You don’t want to hear the rest?”

“I do.”

“She gave another prophecy. This time there was one more scene than before. Beneath a frozen pond, there is a person who is waking up. I think he should be one of the seven fiends beneath the Demon King.”

“Why can’t he be the Demon King himself?”

“Master should understand that part.”

“What do you mean?”

“When characters make their entrances, naturally you let the subordinates wake up one by one first, expanding the picture piece by piece. That way you can pad the chapter count.”

“That makes perfect sense. But this is reality.”

“Ah Cheng.”

“Mm?”

“A person cannot forget his roots. You’ve only commanded troops for a few days. Have you really forgotten where you came from?”

“Put that way, the whole conversation becomes meaningless. Besides, what if this is only a misunderstanding? The ravings of a mentally unstable woman?”

“That is possible.”

“Exactly.”

“But I would rather she was telling the truth. What about you?”

Liang Cheng did not answer immediately.

But not answering was itself a form of agreement.

“I enjoy rebellion not because rebellion itself fascinates me, but because so far, I haven’t found anything more interesting than rebelling. But if there really is a prophecy in this world, one that points to a Demon King and seven fiends, and it turns out that prophecy doesn’t refer to us, I would...”

“What would you do?”

“I’d be furious.”

Liang Cheng nodded.

“The snowfield is enormous. I’ll send people specifically to search it. It probably isn’t some utterly uninhabited place, because you said there were people kneeling in worship there. If so, it should be much easier to find. Remember Sanghu, the Savage King’s subordinate? Where was it that he managed to gather a patchwork tribe again? What was that place called? The Land of Extreme Cold? The Far North? Or the Frozen Forest?”

“Were you serious about that last one?”

“It was something along those lines. We can begin probing in that direction. If the prophecy is real, then that means it still has not been fulfilled. The so-called Demon King and seven fiends have not begun waking yet. Or perhaps we should call it awakening.”

“We should investigate in advance.” Liang Cheng shook his head. “If we discover them early enough... I wouldn’t mind eliminating them before then. It might not be very beautiful, but still.”

“Yes. We can leave the last one or two for fun. But for the first few, if we can get rid of them early, that would be best.”

According to the Demon Kings’ usual aesthetic, if the prophecy were true, the most perfect situation would naturally be: eight on one side, eight on the other.

Eight against eight.

Come on, then.

Master’s side might be somewhat lacking, but everyone else was overflowing with confidence.

Ordinarily, if you dared eliminate an opponent before he had finished developing, they might even blame you for it.

They might stop you.

They would carefully protect that opponent.

Protect his growth.

Protect his development.

Protect him until he reached his complete form and became a proper enemy.

Then they would fight him.

Why?

Because they were lonely.

Because they were confident.

Because life was boring.

But that was a deeper level of affected sentimentality.

The spiritual need of people who had already climbed too high and found the summit cold.

What about now?

“Master’s cultivation realm has not advanced for a long time, has it?” the Blind Man asked.

Liang Cheng nodded, then shook his head.

“His last advancement happened beneath Yupan City, when he massacred the prisoners. If you actually count the time, it has not been that long.”

“So slow.”

“It is not bad, actually. Master’s cultivation speed is already fast by the standards of this world. The main problem is that other matters have distracted him and consumed too much of his energy.”

“If we really found some cave and all of us accompanied Master there to cultivate, life would be unbearably boring.”

“Yes. You cannot have both fish and bear’s paw. Besides, given the strength we possess now, we may still need to rely on our own power base and troops to eliminate them.”

With a thousand armored cavalry, even if you were at the peak of Third Grade, even if you could open the threshold of the Second Grade, they would still dare grind you to death!

“And...”

“And what? Say it,” the Blind Man urged.

“That one beneath the frozen pond. Never mind where the pond actually is. According to what you said, there are believers there too, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then if the prophecy is true, why are we so certain the so-called true Demon King and seven fiends are nothing more than an eight-person team? If they are like us and did not debut already standing at the summit, could they not also develop a power base of their own?”

“What you’re saying makes a great deal of sense.” The Blind Man nodded. “But we can stop that topic here for now. In a while I’ll go see Master and tell him about it too. After that, we keep doing what we were already doing. If the prophecy is real, that will be an unexpected delight. If it is false, we still cannot let it interfere with us living this life magnificently. For now, are you very busy?”

Liang Cheng nodded.

“Very.”

The Blind Man played with the packet of wedding candy in his hand for a moment.

Then he placed it back atop the coffin.

With a teasing tone, he repeated:

“Very busy?”

At that moment, Xiao Yibo walked over holding a box.

To a certain extent, Xiao Yibo counted as half one of their own.

He had reluctantly taken on the role of steward over the inner residence.

Truthfully, going from the son of the second-in-command of a carting guild in Tiger Head City to steward of the Marquis of Pingxi Residence was a rise as vast as Heaven and Earth.

He too could be said to have “ascended after attaining the Dao.”

Only the Demon Kings could tolerate and even permit an unfilial son who had betrayed his father to manage their household affairs, without feeling there was anything strange about it.

“Mr. Bei. General Liang.”

Xiao Yibo presented the box.

“Mr. Feng heard you had returned and asked this lowly one to bring this over. She said to leave it here and let it be nourished for a while.”

“All right.”

The Blind Man accepted the box.

“This lowly one takes his leave.”

Xiao Yibo withdrew from the hidden chamber with perfect propriety.

The Blind Man opened the box.

Inside lay the Jade Figurine Token.

Sha Tuo Queshi had once “bestowed” the Jade Figurine Token upon Fourth Lady.

But artifacts of this sort required nurturing.

Baleful qi truly did possess the ability to nourish magical artifacts.

That was why things such as blood jade dug from ancient tombs could command high prices.

And those things did not even qualify as proper magical artifacts.

The Blind Man said:

“Heh. The Jade Figurine Token made a prophecy too, didn’t it? It said the King of the Sacred Race would appear, lead the Sacred Race back to glory, and cast the radiance of the stars across the mortal world.”

Liang Cheng replied:

“Truthfully, it was not exactly wrong. Gou Moli is now a Garrison Commander. As our power continues expanding, the Savages of the snowfield will inevitably be assimilated step by step. It is true that the Savage King did not establish a state of his own. But in a certain sense, they failed to defeat us, so they joined us.”

“When you put it that way, it does sound reasonable.” The Blind Man nodded. “But prophecies have one common characteristic.”

“Go on.”

“They never give you an exact time. They never give you an exact person. They never give you a concrete point you can pin down.”

Liang Cheng nodded.

“One of the higher forms of lying is prophecy.”

“Exactly. And it can make you approach it with the attitude that you would rather believe than not, then actively help it make the lie come true. Come on, open the coffin lid again. I’ll put this inside.”

Liang Cheng reached out and pushed the coffin lid aside, exposing a narrow gap.

The Blind Man carefully placed the Jade Figurine Token inside.

At the same time, smiling toward Sha Tuo Queshi lying within, he said:

“Sorry to trouble you. Nurture it for us a little longer. Master will probably come see you soon. He misses you too. And please bless him while you’re at it. Let him have children of his own as soon as possible.”

After speaking, the Blind Man pressed his palms together toward the coffin and bowed.

Liang Cheng did not bow.

Their statuses were different.

If Liang Cheng bowed, the one lying inside could not bear the weight of it.

Hum!

The coffin lid closed once again.

The Blind Man and Liang Cheng walked outside together.

Suddenly, the Blind Man stopped.

His brow furrowed.

Liang Cheng asked:

“What is it?”

“I suddenly feel like making the lie come true.”

“Go on.”

The Blind Man turned his head and looked once more at the coffin lying quietly behind them.

Then said:

“Tell me. Is it possible that the figure referred to by the Jade Figurine Token’s prophecy was never Gou Moli at all?”

[End of Chapter 615]