Chapter 1837 — Through Fire and Water for a Kindred Spirit
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 4
" The village headman Su Muzhe said in astonishment: "It seems his strength has advanced again. I thought Old Man Wuya would beat him to death. " All nodded, saying: "Mutianzun's strength has advanced again!
" The next day, the First Ancestor, the Human Sovereign, and the others besieged Yujing City, and there too was Old Man Wuya, leading nearly ten thousand prehistoric powerhouses, among them no few who had attained the Dao. Old Man Wuya went to battle in person, standing shoulder to shoulder with Shen Mu.
The corner of his mouth twitched: "Old Seven of Miluo Palace, last time you allied with Yujing City to attack me, and made me see your true face.
You are a man skilled at stabbing his allies in both flanks; it is hard for me to trust you.
This time, you deal with the Fourth Young Master's Dao spear, and I will deal with the Third Young Master's zither. We keep to our own affairs, and neither crosses the line.
" Faint bruises still lingered on Shen Mu's face.
He said: "Daoist brother, last time I stabbed Yujing City in both flanks, was it not to save you? Not only were you ungrateful, you called my face loathsome.
Daoist brother, and what of your own face? " Bruises likewise remained on Old Man Wuya's face. He sneered: "To save me? The one who beat me was you, and the one who saved me was you.
How innocent I am! Chaos, you are true to your name, muddled in all you do, impossible to see clearly! In truth you could be like the Master of Miluo Palace, obedient to my every word, and I would protect you and your Jingping, and make you another Master of Miluo Palace!
" "Another Master of Miluo Palace? " Shen Mu laughed heartily. Old Man Wuya's face slowly turned green. Shen Mu's laughter gradually subsided, and he shook his head: "Daoist brother Wuya, I will not become the Master of Miluo Palace, and the Master of Miluo Palace was never obedient to your every word. You boast that his Dao Tree imitates you, yet even you must call him teacher.
Had he not founded the Dao arts and the Dao realms, you would be nothing but a tree, muddled and benighted.
It was he who made you, not you who made him. " Old Man Wuya's face turned greener still, yet he did not refute it. Shen Mu clasped his hands behind his back and gazed at the zither within the Ancestral Court's Yujing City. Its notes plucked and stirred, defending Yujing, turning that place into an impregnable holy domain. "Still, Daoist brother may set his mind at ease. So long as Miluo Palace is mighty, we are natural allies, and I will not let you die," Shen Mu said mildly.
Old Man Wuya understood, and said: "Once we join hands and crush Yujing, mine will be the greatest power, and at that time you will join hands with Yujing City to deal with me.
I wonder whether I have understood correctly? " Shen Mu nodded, smiling.
Old Man Wuya spat. "Chaos, the Master of Miluo Palace named me Wuya, Boundless, meaning that my life is boundless and my Dao is boundless.
I too will give you a title: Shameless. Your life is shameless, and your Dao is shameless. " "Daoist brother flatters me," Shen Mu said modestly.
Old Man Wuya was choked with stifled wrath and longed to tear him apart on the spot, yet dealing with Yujing City was imperative; otherwise, if the Dao soldiers of both young masters descended upon the Ancestral Court, they would be in dire peril.
"Thankfully, besides you, I have another ally! " Old Man Wuya's eyes flickered. He shot a glance at the sky and suddenly bellowed: "Strike!
" The moment his voice fell, the earth outside the Ancestral Court's Yujing City split with a bang, the ground shook and the mountains swayed, and one after another incomparably thick roots burst up from deep within the earth, piercing through the vast otherworldly domain formed by Young Master Zixiao's zither notes!