Chapter 660: Couldn’t You Wait A Little Longer?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Yun Yang moved against the wind.

The wind whistled but it did not blow the stifling feeling within him away.

'Was my decision today right or wrong? Whichever way, it's too late to do anything about it now!'

'perhaps it was an error today, not exacting my revenge, but I hope that… my decision can still be useful in some way or other… there is the bigger picture to consider.'

'I am a citizen of Yutang after all.'

'I have temporarily put aside my personal grudges temporarily in light of the country's teetering state… Brothers, will you all blame me for this?'

'I don't I know what kind of people you are, but I do know that all of you won't blame me!'

'I do, however, blame myself!'

'It is actually rather difficult to distinguish black and white in this world, to pick between right and wrong. It's not just about differences in opinion,

it's not just mere resolution of wisdom. It is, in truth, a terribly helpless situation!'

Yun Yang heaved a long sigh. He had made his choice and he knew that the decision was the best choice given the current circ.u.mstances. However, the angst within him did not seem to go away but increased instead. He could barely soothe his roiling emotions.

The first target was considered eliminated. He should just complete the rest of the tasks that were waiting for him.

The wind fluttered.

Yun Yang had come to Old Marshal Qiu Jianhan's residence quietly.

Old Marshal Qiu's residence had been morose recently, for Qiu Jianhan had yet to gain consciousness. Old Mistress Qiu had commissioned plenty of renowned physicians while almost all of the palace's royal physicians had come to stay at the Qiu Residence. The palace's rare medicinal material was almost emptied out. The emperor had ordered for them to be moved to the Qiu Residence first, whether they would be needed or not lest there was delayed if the material was needed and it was not there.

His Majesty had commanded that Old Marshal Qiu be saved, regardless of the cost – even if his blood was needed as an enhancer, come and take it! Whoever could save the old b.a.s.t.a.r.d would be promoted three ranks higher and be t.i.tled a marquis, a t.i.tle that would be pa.s.sed down for generations; even if one was involved in treason, one would be bestowed the gold medallion of immunity!

The emperor's promise was significant.

The royal physicians were nervous like they were walking on eggsh.e.l.ls. They had used their best tricks and made their best attempts.

Even so, they were still berated by His Majesty every day – so what if you presented all the best prescriptions and your best knowledge? The Old Marshal was still unconscious!

The emperor paid a visit to the Qiu Residence once every three days. Each time he visited, he sighed for a long time, tears streamed for a long time, he was silent for a long time. Then, he rebuked the royal physicians in a fit of unreasonable fury. He did not want to – he knew that the physicians had tried their best and there was truly no other way.

Yet, every time he saw Qiu Jianhan's state of living death, the misery he felt caused him to choke.

The night was late now.

Old Mistress Qiu was taking care of her partner, standing before his bed.

Looking at the unconscious Qiu Jianhan who looked like he was just asleep, the old mistress sighed sadly, "Oh, Old Man Qiu… we've been married for our entire life. Why didn't I realize how important you are? My heart used to ache every time you set off for war, afraid that you won't be able to make it back. Now that you're back and I can see you every day, this heart of mine… is still aching…"

As she spoke, the old mistress suddenly chuckled. "What am I saying? Compared to the fallen soldiers, you're already much luckier. Even if you really can't wake up again, I am still contented. You are right here before my eyes, after all…"

As she muttered, the wind suddenly whistled softly. A dark shadow materialized at the foot of the bed.

"Who are you? Why have you come?" The old mistress did not lose her composure – despite the startling appearance of the apparition, she was calm and collected, her words composed.

"I am Supreme Cloud," said the black shadow, "I'm here to help Old Marshal regain consciousness."

Old Mistress Qiu was stunned upon hearing his words. Struck by a sudden sense of vertigo, she could not help the tears that escaped her eyes.

…

In the latter half of the night, Qiu Jianhan, who had been asleep for a long time, slowly regained his senses.

Now that Emmie had returned, Yun Yang was no longer deterred by most of the difficult illnesses or incurable diseases in this world. At the very least, he was not as helpless about Old Marshal Qiu's current state as he was previously.

In truth, the old marshal had depleted too much of his vital energy and did not manage to replenish it in time. Yun Yang had transfused his own blood, which was as good as prolonging the marshal's life with the most exquisite resources in this world. It was already certain that his state of being was fine. Unfortunately, the old marshal's physical state was equally expended and could hardly make the nutritious blood work for him.

In spite of this, all these were minor issues for Emmie. He could solve these irritants with a wave of his hand.

What surprised Yun Yang was that Old Marshal Qiu, who had just regained his senses, was unburdened by negative emotions. It was like the long sleep had only been a long dream for him – more precisely, it had been a sweet dream that he was reluctant to wake up from!

In the dream, there were many brothers and comrades having feasts with him, making trips and accompanying him all about the place! These were the brothers who had sacrificed themselves many years ago – they were long gone from the mortal realm. Now, everyone had been reunited. It was a rare joy!

Old Marshal Qiu could still remember the one question most of his brothers asked – how does my family fare after my death?

That instance was probably Qiu Jianhan's proudest moment as he patted his chest and said with pride, "What could possibly happen to your family with your father there!"

"Are you looking down on your father? Don't you believe in your father? Do you think your father didn't take good care of them?"

Some of the brothers asked, "How does our country fare?"

Qiu Jianhan replied with no small amount of worry, "Still fighting. We'll surely win. We've won so many times, this time will be no exception!"

Then, all of them sighed and cheered together.

Some of the other brothers asked, "Who are the Nine Supremes, actually?"

Qiu Jianhan recovered his pride again as he said, "Your father knows. Your father is one of the rare few who knows. Not even Old Fang and Old Leng know this secret, but I do. Nonetheless, how could I possibly reveal this to all of you? Heh, heh, heh…"

A lot of the fallen militants then rallied together with pursed lips, "This fellow is already dead, but he's still keeping secrets! For whom, and for what?"

Qiu Jianhan laughed without saying anything, thinking to himself, 'Hmph, it's a promise – I'll keep the secret even when I'm dead!'

'Could being dead be a reason to disclose the secret?'

This was a truly relaxed and exhilarating period of time for the old marshal. He had enjoyed it far too much. With nothing to do, he drank and chatted every day; he could play with this today and have fun with that tomorrow – there were hundreds of thousands of brothers here with him. There was not a single point in time that he was lonely!

In view of all this, he opened his eyes only to see that he was laid out on his bed and had yet to die. Reluctance was the only feeling that simmered in his heart.

'The f*ck, which blind fool actually pulled me back?'

'Your father hasn't had enough fun yet…'

Then, he saw Yun Yang – Yun Yang who was clothed in black, like he was engulfed in a cloud of fog. He recognized him immediately; there was only one person in this world who could be in this state.

He understood the current situation immediately and his expression darkened almost instantly. He complained with no small amount of discontent, "Couldn't you wait a little longer? Or least informed me first? I didn't get to say goodbye to them…"

Yun Yang was dumbstruck and utterly confused by the old man's words.

Goodbye? Pardon?

I don't get it.