Chapter 19: I Tell You, Do You Really Dare to Listen? Are You Even Worthy of Hearing It? (Please Follow, Recommend, Favorite, and Vote)

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Old Zhang was covered in dirt, his face almost entirely obscured. Two streaks of bloody tears slid down his dust-caked cheeks, making him look like a bleeding clay statue.

An inexplicable chill swept through everyone present.

“Gulu, Old Zhang, what exactly did you see?” someone asked.

“Could it have been the Sage?” another whispered.

“That’s impossible—the Sage…” voices trailed off, fear keeping them from speaking further. The Sage’s power was unfathomable, and no one dared speculate.

One person ventured a guess, “Could it have been the Li family’s ancient ancestor?”

“No, that can’t be,” others responded uncertainly.

All eyes turned to Old Zhang. He wiped his face, the dust fading away, and nodded. “My divine sight is indeed ruined.”

“Did you anger the Sage by seeing them?” someone cautiously inquired.

Old Zhang picked up some water, recalling the two scenes he had witnessed. It wasn’t an illusion or a dream. But who was that person?

He had his suspicions but dared not speak them aloud.

Shaking his head, he said, “It wasn’t the Sage.”

He gulped down the water, his heart still pounding with unease.

“Hiss!”

A series of sharp breaths escaped him, leaving everyone visibly shaken.

“Burp—Not the Sage? Then, the Li family’s ancient ancestor?”

“No, is the Li family’s ancestor really that terrifying?”

“Good grief, could that Li family ancestor be stronger than the Mo family’s Sage?”

“No way!”

Everyone was struck by a sudden and inexplicable shock. The Li family had once again defied all expectations.

The Sage was the Sage, after all.

What exactly was the origin of the Li family?

All eyes fixed on Old Zhang as someone asked, “Old Zhang, were you really harmed by that Li family ancestor?”

Old Zhang stopped drinking, exhaled deeply, rubbed his eyes, and listened to their chatter as they looked toward him.

He hurriedly said, “It wasn’t that ancestor. I advise you all to be cautious with your words.”

His eyes were not injured by the Li family’s ancestor.

Hearing this, they were speechless, nearly cursing under their breath.

Who could stand this? They hated it most when someone spoke half-truths!

Their minds felt like cats clawing at their insides, anxiously scratching at their heads.

“Come on, Old Zhang, are you just messing with us?”

“Exactly, Old Zhang, just spit it out—what did you see that left you like this?”

“Old Zhang, that’s not playing fair!”

Old Zhang smiled wryly, shook his head, and said sincerely, “Everyone, I am truly not lying. My divine sight is broken—not because of the Sage, nor the Li family ancestor.”

“It was broken by my own doing.”

He was honest. When he saw the Mo family’s patriarch and all the Mo family members bowing before that figure, at that moment, his divine sight was still intact.

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His divine sight was destroyed when, overwhelmed and out of control, he plunged it into the earth, self-destructing it.

As for why...

He saw something he shouldn’t have. He admitted he had been too arrogant.

Perhaps that ancestor wouldn’t have minded his curiosity.

But he had to be cautious. And if he ever encountered such a situation again, and couldn’t help but activate his divine sight—

He would surely die!

Simply put, he didn’t want to die, so he destroyed his own divine sight.

Yet no one believed this explanation.

“What nonsense is this, Old Zhang?”

“Old Zhang, come on, you’re being unfair, not telling us what you saw?”

“In my sect, there’s a sacred spring. If you tell us what you saw, I’ll let you enter it to heal. Maybe your divine sight can be restored.”

“...”

“Enough talk,” Old Zhang shook his head. “Let’s just drink and watch the sunset in the distance.”

He smiled as he raised a cup. Yet deep inside, he shuddered. As he recalled those two scenes, he wanted to warn them.

But just as he was about to speak a word, a powerful wave of danger surged through him, making his hair stand on end.

Old Zhang smiled bitterly. That power seemed twofold—not only could he not speak, but even if he did, those who heard would die.

He did not understand this level; it was too high, like a mayfly before the vast heavens.

“Heh,” a chuckle broke the silence. It was the fat man. He looked at Old Zhang. “Zhang Lianxu, tell us what you saw.”

The fat man spoke with a threatening tone, his aura unmistakably that of a Great Dao master.

Old Zhang’s expression darkened briefly, then he shook his head. “I can’t say.”

“Old Zhang, that’s your fault. It’s not a big deal, just say it.”

“Yeah, Old Zhang, I stand by my words. Tell us what you saw. My sect’s sacred spring is yours to use.”

“I’m dying to know—who won, the Li family or the Mo family? Hurry up!”

The fat man stood, eyes narrowed, smiling at Old Zhang.

“You better think carefully. I advise you to speak.”

Old Zhang’s face turned grim as he silently pleaded, ‘Master, Sage, should I speak? Can I?’

“Yes.”

A voice sounded in his mind—not the Sage, but that one.

Old Zhang shuddered, straightened abruptly.

He looked at the fat man, then glanced over everyone else. Though his divine sight was destroyed, his eyes were still fine.

“Everyone, do you really want to hear?”

Before anyone could answer, the fat man sneered, “Stop pretending. Say it!”

Old Zhang sighed and looked at the fat man. “If I tell you, are you truly prepared? Are you worthy?”

“Arrogant! Do you want to die?” The fat man stepped forward, glaring. “I want to see what it is that you think I can’t hear, that I’m unworthy to hear.”

Old Zhang nodded, then suddenly knelt, respectfully bowing three times toward the Tai Long Sect.

He borrowed the authority of that great one for himself, fully aware and understanding of the situation.

“Stop pretending. Let’s see what you’re up to,” the fat man scoffed, full of contempt.

The others exchanged glances. What was Old Zhang doing? What had he seen that made him so cautious?

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Judging by the direction of his bows, it was toward the Tai Long Sect.

So, whom was Old Zhang worshipping?

He stood and smiled at the fat man. “You want to hear? Fine, I’ll tell you. But you must be prepared.”

The fat man snorted coldly. “Prepared? I don’t need your concern.”

He was fearless, armed with a Saintly weapon. Even if the Mo family’s Sage intervened, he could escape.

Coming from a tomb raiding background, he was a top expert in the field. Just from the style of the tomb, he could tell its age—several thousand years old. The Saintly weapon was obtained through tomb raiding.

Of course, compared to what Old Zhang saw, he desired Old Zhang’s divine sight scriptures.

If he could see through the Sage’s realm, using it for tomb raiding would be even more formidable.

“Alright,” Old Zhang thought. This fat man was courting death. He had to grant him that.

The others watched, baffled. What was this about? Was Old Zhang making too big a deal of nothing?

Old Zhang transmitted his voice to the fat man, making the latter’s sneer deepen.

“What I saw was...”

The fat man froze as a figure appeared before his eyes—a youth?

No, a young man. No, something strange about his aura.

At this moment, the figure’s eyes calmly met his, and the fat man dared not move, feeling utterly seen through.

“Saint…”

The fat man cursed inwardly.

At that moment, Li Xuan spoke, “Is my old friend’s Saintly weapon still serving well?”

Old friend’s Saintly weapon?

The fat man was stunned. The Saintly weapon he got from that tomb was a hairpin. If he remembered correctly, the tomb’s style was from seven thousand years ago—a saint’s tomb!

This man was the old friend of the tomb’s owner? A friend of a saint who had lived for seven thousand years?

Then, what realm was he in now?

So, I really am unworthy to hear.

Old Zhang, I was wrong about you.

Silently, the fat man froze. His eyes lost their luster.

A hairpin floated before him. Li Xuan gently brushed off the dust, revealing its worn state.

The young girl who came from the distant star had also passed away.

Li Xuan smiled faintly, then vanished.

In the city, everyone watched as Old Zhang transmitted voice to the fat man’s great power.

They scratched their heads, curiosity burning. Someone finally couldn’t hold back.

“I say, Old Zhang, what is it that we’re not supposed to hear? Stop whispering—let us all listen!”

Old Zhang glanced at him.

Someone immediately echoed loudly, “Yeah…”

But they couldn’t finish the sentence.

Everyone looked at the fat man.

Silently, his face began to blur. Gradually, he turned into dust, and in the end, even the dust vanished.

Everyone gaped, dumbfounded, staring at this scene.