Chapter 1001

– Even if You Hear the Real Story, What Can You Do?
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
After Bie Yanghong’s death, Wuqiong Bi became somewhat demented.
Her hair fell loose behind her as she sat against the wall and hugged Bie Yanghong’s body to her chest. She did not let anyone approach her, much less move the body.
Chen Changsheng and Xuanyuan Po stood at the door, watching this sight, not knowing what to do.
Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi were both experts of the Divine Domain, perhaps the most famous couple on the continent.
The entire continent knew that this couple had shared a deep affection, and the entire continent had no idea why.
Put more accurately, the entire continent never understood why Bie Yanghong treated Wuqiong Bi so well.
Neither the Tianhai Divine Empress nor Wang Po understood.
Because they could not understand, they and the common people felt injustice in Bie Yanghong’s place.
Before leaving, Bie Yanghong had told Chen Changsheng a very simple story, but Chen Changsheng still found it impossible to understand.
He knew what sort of feeling love was.
He loved Xu Yourong, so deeply loved her that there was no space in his heart left for any other scenery, not if it was the Garden of Zhou, the storm on the Bridge of Helplessness, or the twilight of Holy Maiden Peak. Yet he still could not understand.
‘If your wife treated you extremely well but had a poor personality, or was an evil and wicked person, what would you do?’
He recalled Bie Yanghong’s question.
If Xu Yourong were an evil and wicked person, what would he do?
He did not know.
He looked into the room.
Wuqiong Bi’s hair draped down, its black now gray, her expression one of extreme despair.
At this sight, Chen Changsheng felt pity, but also discomfort. In brief, he felt a variety of emotions.
Xuanyuan Po was a very simple person, so he would not think about things that were too complicated.
When Wuqiong Bi wanted to destroy the Orthodox Academy, he had been the person closest to death.
He naturally did not like this Daoist nun.
He had interacted with Bie Yanghong for a very short time, but he deeply admired him, wanted to get closer to him, wanted to make him his master.
But he would not change his attitude towards Wuqiong Bi because of this. On the contrary, he loathed her even more, especially after seeing those quarrels.
The more he liked Bie Yanghong, the more he hated Wuqiong Bi.
The more beautiful, the more ugly.
Positions truly were relative. All things and sentiments in the world were relative.
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Wuqiong Bi raised her head to Xuanyuan Po and saw the emotions in his eyes. She asked,
You hate me?

Xuanyuan Po was quiet for a while, then answered,
Yes, because I don’t understand why you are alive, but he is dead. This is not fair.

With an impassive visage, Wuqiong Bi said,
Good people don’t live long while evil lives for a thousand years. Do you not even understand this principle?

Xuanyuan Po didn’t know how to respond, making him feel even more depressed.
Chen Changsheng shook his head.
A hint of derision flashed through Wuqiong Bi’s face.
The two of you want to know why he treated me so well?

Xuanyuan Po’s gaze moved from the still-steaming buns to Bie Yanghong’s face while he thought about how to take his senior’s body from the hands of this madwoman. He paid no attention to her, and Chen Changsheng also said nothing.
Wuqiong Bi sneered,
This is an extremely old story. If none of you ask, I certainly don’t have the energy to recall it.


Sir Bie already told us, while you were sleeping.

Chen Changsheng paused, then added,
If you wish to add to it, then please.


He was saved by my father from poverty. At the time, he was as thin as a monkey and ferociously hungry. His throat had also been injured by an old beggar, so even when I offered my favorite soup-filled buns to him, he couldn’t eat them. Even now, I still can’t forget that starving and suffering figure. In the end, I tore open that entire tray of buns, squeezing out the meat juices inside into a bowl. I slowly had him drink it, saving his life.

Wuqiong Bi’s expression became rather desolate as she said,
Later on, he told me that he swore an oath on that bowl of meat juice that he would treat me well for the rest of his life. No matter what happened, he would never blame me. No matter what dangers I encountered, he would also stand guard in front of me.

Chen Changsheng was quiet for a while, then said,
I think he did it.


Yes, he really did do it. The good I did for him doesn’t amount to even one percent of the good he returned to me. I know that no one likes me, and I even know that he would place the blame on himself. He would say that he had spent seventy years under a different identity, garrisoned at Blue Pass and rarely returning home, so he wasn’t able to see my father at his last moments, wasn’t there for me when I had a miscarriage, which in turn led to the great change in my personality…

Wuqiong Bi’s voice was suddenly filled with resentment.
But so what? He said that he would accompany me for my entire life, but hasn’t he left before me just the same!

Xuanyuan Po couldn’t understand what she was saying. Senior died; he didn’t throw you away. Do you even have to complain about this?
Chen Changsheng understood.
But before he left, he was still worried about you.


So he said those things before he left, wanted me to change, wanted me to listen to you.

Wuqiong Bi sneered at him,
Did you really think I would be touched by these things and suddenly repent?

Xuanyuan Po was furious while Chen Changsheng was speechless. He finally found it impossible to understand what this Daoist nun was thinking.
Wuqiong Bi sat Bie Yanghong’s body upright. She took a bun from the tray and began to eat.
There was a lot of spicy oil in the beef bun. Although it was no longer hot, it had not congealed either.
Two streams of red, spicy oil dripped down from the corners of her lips like two trickles of blood. She looked somewhat comical, somewhat repulsive, somewhat terrifying.
Wuqiong Bi had her head lowered, so Chen Changsheng and Xuanyuan Po could not see the ruthlessness emerging in her eyes.
Chen Changsheng was still thinking about what she had just said.
What Bie Yanghong had said to her and his debt to her family were probably true, but why had Bie Yanghong not mentioned it?
He quickly understood the reasoning and sentiment behind it, which perplexed him all the more.
Wuqiong Bi believed that Bie Yanghong had mentioned those things, stating that he had a debt to her family so as to make the world tolerate her more.
But she did not understand, because if Bie Yanghong really did say this, the world would only regard her even more poorly.
Whether it was the initial favor of saving his life or those matters later on, they would just make people feel that she was compelling him to repay her.
Bie Yanghong had chosen a better method. He had not even mentioned these things, only given a very simple story.
He loved her. She was his wife, so he should protect her.
This way, when he left the world, she could still gain a little respect from being his wife, could live a little better.
As death was about to descend, Bie Yanghong was still thinking about how his wife could live better, doing many things for the sake of this goal.
This was naturally what somewhat perplexed Chen Changsheng.
He had a vague understanding of Bie Yanghong and Wuqiong Bi’s relationship. It still had to do with that question.
She loved him, so she treated him well. He also loved her, or at least loved her in the past, so what could he do?
Put justice over love?
Su Li had not been able to kill that Demon Princess, so what could Bie Yanghong do about Wuqiong Bi?
Even if the entire world were about to be destroyed, what could one do?