Ze Tian Ji - Way Of Choices Chapter 809 – He Comes From The Yellow Springs
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Way Of Choices Chapter 809 – He Comes From The Yellow Springs

Chapter 732 – So She Thought (I)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The experts present were from the military, the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, and the Department for Purging Officials. They had experienced countless life-or-death battles and seen countless wretched sights. Logically speaking, the most terrifying of scenes should not have made their hearts beat in fear, yet this black-clothed girl licking the blood on the corner of her lips made them feel an unprecedented fear.

Some people of weaker will even began to tremble. This fear surpa.s.sed all experience and rationality and originated from the very depths of their souls. It was like countless years before they had even been born, this fear had been branded on their souls in the realm above the starry sky.

The girl stood in the snow, her feet bare, her ankles dragging along two chains. She looked just like a prisoner and was very easily pitied, but right now, everyone at the entrance of the lane did not have the mind to notice these details. They had already been frozen into blocks of ice by her eyes and her display of power.

In that rain of blood and flesh, those eyes of colored gla.s.s, whether they contained madness or unease, reminiscence or fear, transformed into only cold indifference.

An indifference towards death.

This was far too frightening. Just who was she?

Many people had already noticed that this girl possessed a pair of monstrously beautiful vertical pupils. Could this be some great monster that had hidden itself from the world? Was it somehow related to White Emperor City?

Some people subconsciously turned to the middle part of Hundred Flowers Lane. Xiao De, the strongest expert of the demi-humans' middle generation, was currently there.

When these people turned to Xiao De, they were given yet another shock.

Xiao De was currently acting very strangely, as if he had been taken by some serious disease. His face was pale, and even in the late winter, he was constantly sweating. Countless streams of steam were rising up from his hair and leather gown and evaporating into the night sky, yet none of it could hide the shock and fear in his eyes.

As a great general of the demi-humans and expert of the Proclamation of Liberation, Xiao De naturally had confidence in himself. Even if he were facing off against the despair-inducing w.a.n.g Po who he had never once defeated, he would not have been frightened into this state…only when he had met the middle-aged scholar that was the Demon Lord by the stream in Mount Han did he have a similar reaction!

The crowd was stunned at this sight and once more called out a question in their minds.

Just who was she?

Everyone looked in horror at the black-clothed girl at the entrance of the lane.

Something unexpected occurred.

The girl suddenly bent over and began to vomit.

She was constantly vomiting as if only by vomiting out all the contents of her body would she finally feel comfortable.

After some time, she seemed to feel better and straightened her body.

But when she saw the mess on the ground, two red smears of anger appeared on her snow-white face.

She began to stamp her feet, grumbling about something the entire time as her black hair wildly danced around her. She looked just like a little girl that had been irritated or wronged and seemed very angry.

Her bare snow-white feet incessantly stamped on the snow, the chains constantly clinking.

Boomboomboomboom!

It was like thunder was constantly exploding in the lane. The snow shook and the world was uneasy. The cold air was incredibly compressed and then escaped into the distance.

An unimaginably powerful Qi appeared, tearing away at all things as she stamped her feet. Whether it was the softest snow or the hardest stone, whether it was the array just laid down last night or the old southern wall of Hundred Flowers Lane built three hundred years ago, it all fractured into the finest of pieces under this terrifying Qi.

The experts concealed in the snow and the darkness dared not linger. One by one, they were forced out and shot like arrows into the distance.

For a moment, the area outside the Orthodox Academy was filled with howls of air and panicked shouts.

After some time, the girl stopped stamping her feet. She stood with her head lowered, her chest slowly rising and falling.

The snow around the entrance of the lane had completely vanished, and the filth left by her vomit had also disappeared, leaving only the ground.

Ten-some deep cracks marred the ground, with hot air rising from all of them.

After venting her rage, she calmed back down. She was no longer so angry, but when she saw the blood on her body, her monstrous vertical slits once more blazed with the flames of anger.

This time, without waiting for her to move, the experts of the Imperial Court once more flew into the air in escape, wanting nothing more than to fly straight out of the capital.

Even the experts of the Orthodoxy surrounding the lane from the distance subconsciously retreated several dozen zhang.

Fortunately, she did not turn insane again, but maintained her composure.

With a glance, the bloodstains on her body were frozen into a sheet of frost by an extreme cold and rustled down to the ground.

This seemed like a very simple action, but in the eyes of the Star Condensation cultivators in the darkness, it was miraculous.

To be able to drop the temperature so much in such a short amount of time, just how much, and how pure, star radiance or true essence would be required?

Even if an expert of the Divine Domain like one of the Eight Storms could do this, who would waste so much star radiance or true essence to clean oneself?

The crowd was stunned once more, and once more called out that question in their minds.

Just who was she?

The black-clothed girl did not know what they were thinking, nor did she care. She was utterly unconcerned by their thoughts.

She walked forward into the lane, the chains on her ankles dragging on the ground behind her. Their clinking transformed into a thunderous boom.

The tea house that had accompanied the Orthodox Academy in its rise and fall, its ups and downs, and had witnessed many matches of the All-School Martial Exhibition, finally collapsed. The collapsing tea house was unable to send out any dust, because the moment it fell, a great snowstorm howled down from the sky and swiftly buried it under a thick layer of snow, covering the shattered stone and dust underneath.

She walked into the wind and snow, and the wind and snow gave way.

As a representative of one of the n.o.blest and purest of bloodlines, as perhaps the only Black Frost Dragon that still remained on this world, she had always reigned over the wind and snow.

When she had climbed out of the abandoned well, she had not known where to go, so she had gone to the Orthodox Academy.

Of course, this was also because before the Green Leaf began to pull the chains from the stone wall, she had given her promise.

Though she had walked through the snow all the way from New North Bridge to here, she had never once felt cold. On the contrary, her cheeks were rather hot.

This was because freedom was truly a fine feeling, and it was also perhaps because she was going to see him as her free self.

But when she reached Hundred Flowers Lane, she felt unease and fear, because many people were hiding in the darkness.

These people could be considered experts of humanity. Although they were not enough to threaten her, they were quite enough to give her trouble.

But this had nothing to do with her unease and fear. She felt these things because…she was afraid of crowds.

Many, many years ago, when she journeyed from the warm seas of the south to this strange continent to seek out her father, she had once been surrounded by a crowd.

She did not like these human crowds to circle around her like ants. She found it rather disgusting, and it made her uneasy.

She felt that the explanation given by Chen Changsheng was quite correct. This was called 'ochlophobia'.

She found it even more annoying that whether she was flying in the air or walking on the ground, some people would always point at her and yell, shout, or cry.

She did not understand—she hadn't even done anything yet, so why were these humans crying?

Because they were weak and afraid? Then did that mean she should feel sorry for being strong?

So she thought.