“I don’t think you can believe everything it says.”
Wu Rong discarded it once he used it, coldly sealing the plaster head back into the golden box. He returned to the living room, just in time to hear Su Xiaomi muttering, “How could Sir Leo be as bad as it says?”
“What it says indeed differs significantly from historical records.”
Bai Gu didn’t jump to conclusions recklessly. After all, in his previous life, he never got involved with the Seven Great Tiankengs. This touched upon a blind spot in his knowledge. “Cousin, what do you think?”
“There were a total of nine people who went to the Great Tiankengs.”
Wu Rong sat on the sofa, the small green snake coiled around his wrist. “But there are only seven Great Tiankengs in total.”
Sima Gyatso suppressed the Great Youpotan Tiankeng, and Lady Vivian suppressed the Great Santorini Tiankeng. Like this, if you calculated it one for one, two heroes from the original team were left unaccounted for.
It’s just that the records of that time period are incomplete, and it’s also possible that, due to the overwhelming strength of a certain Great Tiankeng, two heroes were needed to jointly suppress. No one had ever considered the plaster head’s claim—that Sir Leo was cowardly and opportunistic, and hadn’t even entered a Great Tiankeng. Such thoughts were blasphemy to the heroes, and publicly advocating such ideas might even lead to arrest on charges of insulting martyrs.
However, Wu Rong’s thinking was not so rigid, and he didn’t have that much of a sincere respect for the Nine Heroes. After all, he came from a world that lacked the concept of the Nine Heroes, so he could consider the plaster head’s statement more comprehensively.
“It describes Leo as different from Inspector Angus.”
“Exactly! Inspector Angus is even referred to by the European Union as Sir Leo’s living descendant that most resembles him!”
Hearing Wu Rong seemingly agree with his view, Su Xiaomi became excited and confidently expressed, “If Sir Leo really is as the plaster head says, how could Grandmaster Fu have taken him to the Seven Great Tiankengs?!”
Indeed, at that time, the eight people gathered around Grandmaster Fu were the strongest in the world, engaging in the heroic act of sacrificing themselves to seal the Tiankengs. If someone’s character was truly despicable, they wouldn’t have been selected for the team. However, knowing a person’s face doesn’t mean knowing their heart, and one can’t predict how someone will reveal their true vileness in the face of death.
Within any available documentation, including Inspector Angus’s oral history, Sir Leo was never portrayed as anything other than a courageous, intelligent, and compassionate hero. This was completely opposite to what the plaster head claimed, with the only similarity found being that both Angus and the plaster head refer to him as Leo. Although Inspector Angus mentioned that, “Grandfather doesn’t like the title of ‘Sir’, just call him Leo.” while the plaster head stated that he doesn’t deserve the title of ‘Sir’.
One point that surprised Wu Rong was the information about Feileng Cui. He still remembered the three sentences that Bai Mei told him, especially the last one: “If you want to know everything, bring the deceiver to Feileng Cui; someone is waiting for you there.”. The two sentences from the Bible parchment were warnings for people to be honest and trustworthy, yet they were crossed out. The sole quality opposite to both honesty and trustworthiness was deception.
Both pieces of information were related to deception, which reminded Wu Rong of the deceptive plaster head. However, the head mentioned that Sir Leo had been to the Florence Orphanage.
That was probably where the key lied.
The handwritten Bible notes only triggered a change in the Big Ghost’s emotions, but it didn’t unseal anything. Summarizing this with his first two experiences, the knee bells, Zhou Jin, and the handwritten Bible; all were related to the Nine Heroes. However, what truly unsealed the Big Ghost weren’t these articles themselves, but rather the things they pointed to. However, the Florence Orphanage was far away in the European Union and was destroyed in the war, leaving only newly built ruins.
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When they arrived at the Red Star Training Center, Wu Rong found strands of lanterns decorated for the New Year hanging at the entrance. In the center of the venue hall, there was a large “flowerpot” with a two-meter-tall small pine tree planted inside.
“Heroes Memorial Day is coming soon.”
It was still the person in charge who welcomed Wu Rong. Seeing him standing in front of the pine tree, he smiled and said, “Before Master Fu left, he plucked a pine branch from Longhu Mountain, which represents integrity, greatness, and tenacious character. They are all true warriors, real heroes.”
“This.” The person in charge tapped the donation box under the small pine tree. “The money inside will be handed over to the Heroes Foundation, distributed to their descendants, and some named charitable organizations.”
“Didn’t we always start preparing half a month in advance before?”
Su Xiaomi, familiar with the routine, took out his wallet, which already had banknotes prepared. The teenager, usually very conscious of money, generously stuffed five red bills into the box, curiously asking, “Why the special preparations?” The smile faded from the face of the person in charge, replaced by a solemn and resolute military-like expression. He said in a low voice, “As long as the heroes’ will remains unyielding, the people will not despair.”
Indeed, the stagnant tension in the safe zone over the past few days, due to the actions of the Public Security Bureau and the military, had slightly eased. The streets, which had been empty for several days, became a bit livelier. Over the years, the heroes had become more than just nine powerful individuals for the people; they were a kind of will, a symbol representing humanity’s belief in overcoming the Great Tiankengs and defeating all ghosts.
In times of war, this steadfast belief could help humans persist in the most difficult environments and not give up hope. However, as Wu Rong looked at the earnest faces of Su Xiaomi and the training center supervisor, he suddenly thought about recent events. With the seals no longer secure and the Seven Great Tiankengs erupting again, would humanity choose new heroes and tread the old path of their predecessors?
If someone was most suited to be a leader like the original Grandmaster Fu of the past, Wu Rong’s first thought was Fu Qing. Both were from Longhu Mountain, both were members of the Fu family, and their futures seemed limitless.
However, as soon as Wu Rong connected Fu Qing with the word “sacrifice”, he instinctively frowned. Clearly, he didn’t care about his own death, but the thought of Fu Qing dying was unbearable for Wu Rong. What exactly happened in his last life? He should have died, and Master Ling Yun and Huang Mao likely died as well. What about Fu Qing?
What was the ultimate fate of Fu Qing in his previous life? If the Seven Great Tiankengs were truly reviving, and humanity was on the brink of peril, what would he do?
“Boss, Boss.”
Just as Wu Rong sank deeper into contemplation, Su Xiaomi’s trembling voice came from the blood pact, sounding on the verge of tears. “Fire, your fire!”
Fire?
When Wu Rong snapped back to reality, he saw Su Xiaomi and the person in charge staring at him in astonishment at the flames burning on his fingertips—
Fwish!
The golden-red Zhengyang fire happily flickered on Wu Rong’s fingertips, suddenly condensing into a large fireball, and the flying sparks successfully charred half of the small pine tree.
Wu Rong: …
After paying compensation for the damage to the pine tree, Wu Rong, led by the sweating person in charge, took Su Xiaomi to his reserved individual training room. Originally, he planned to summon the Big Ghost and let Su Zhen take a look in this completely enclosed and safe environment, but the small flame disrupted his plan.
“Swoosh!”
The walnut-sized golden-red fireball nestled in Wu Rong’s pocket, clinging to the edge of the pocket and looking around like a gorgeous feathered bird, unable to stray too far from Wu Rong’s abdomen. The Zhengyang fire seed implanted in his dantian had come out, something Wu Rong had never anticipated!
Moreover, this fireball had a very irritable temper, considering everyone other than Wu Rong as an enemy. Just a moment ago, Su Xiaomi curiously looked at it, and it singed the little Taoist’s hair! Now Su Xiaomi’s forehead had a bald spot, with a black and scorched area. After washing off the soot, his hairline had moved up ten centimeters, resembling a young man going bald early. He was so embarrassed that he hastily bought a hat to cover it up.
“It should be that the fire seed has stabilized,” Su Xiaomi speculated, looking at the seemingly harmless and cute fireball like it was a little demon. “But it shouldn’t be like this.”
Wu Rong’s body had such a heavy Yin Qi, and there was also the Big Ghost and the Zhong Gu. Without Fu Qing around, there would be nobody to provide him with Yang Qi. The Zhengyang fire seed should be in the tense state of fighting against both ‘heaven’ and ‘earth’. How could it casually walk out like this? Could it be that the environment inside Wu Rong’s body made it feel secure?
But there was the Big Ghost!
Su Xiaomi was puzzled, and Wu Rong was also contemplating why the fireball had come out. Could it be because he just thought of Fu Qing?
“Swish!”
The golden-red fireball instantly burned even more vigorously. The strands of golden flames mixed within the crimson fire seemed like round eyes, full of vitality and vigor. It was like a spirited little fire.
However, the training room rented by Wu Rong had a time limit, and the countdown started when they entered. He currently didn’t have much time to deal with this fireball and was thinking about how to stuff it back into his dantian.
“Yin objects?”
“Yeah, using Yin Qi to wear it out will make it return to adjust.”
Su Xiaomi was distressed. “But this is Daoist Fu’s Zhengyang fire.”
It wasn’t afraid of ordinary Yin Qi.
Sure enough, Wu Rong tried releasing a few strands of Yin Qi, all of which were swallowed up by the fireball like snacks. Instead of diminishing, the flame became even more vigorous. Just like Fu Qing, it could be provoked by Yin Qi into an endless fighting spirit. No longer making useless attempts, Wu Rong condensed the Yin Qi at his fingertips, forming a mass. After returning from Jieyang, his control over his Yin Qi reached a new level, and he could be labeled as extremely proficient.
More and more Yin Qi was drawn out by Wu Rong, converging at his fingertips. At the same time, he continuously compressed the Yin Qi mass until it became a thick, nearly substantial point.
Swish!
A wisp of an ice-cold and dark flame ignited from Wu Rong’s fingertips. It was the black flame he used in the Jieyang Ghost Territory to drive away Bai Mei. At this moment, under Wu Rong’s control, it condensed into a small bean-sized fireball. The flame formed from Yin Qi had a fundamental difference to the lively and impetuous Zhengyang fire. It was slow, condensed, and reluctant to move. When Wu Rong shot the Yin Qi fireball into the Zhengyang fire, the boisterous and bold golden-red fireball made a hissing sound as if facing a formidable enemy.
“Hiss!”
The golden-red flames quickly swallowed the black fireball, and the flames surged as if they were going to devour and extinguish it. However, despite the rolling waves of golden-red flames, flipping and tossing the Yin Qi fireball like frying beans, it remained unchanged. Lethargic and languid, it was easily manipulated, resembling a turtle retreating into its shell. The golden-red fireball was like a mouse trying to bite the turtle—with nowhere to start eating it. In the end, it let out a furious “whoosh” and took the initiative to tie up the black fire ball and return to Wu Rong’s dantian.
It wanted to deal with this annoying little thing on its own turf!
“Let’s begin.”
“Mm.”
Having dealt with the minor trouble, Wu Rong slowly removed the bandage from his left arm, revealing his left arm that was covered with red ghost patterns. A cold aura instantly filled the training room, causing water droplets to condense on the walls, and a thick mist pervaded the room. Faintly within the mist, a translucent and tall figure stood coldly behind Wu Rong. One hand gripped Wu Rong’s left arm, while the other adopted a posture as if holding him close, with the other hand resting subtly on Wu Rong’s abdomen.
At the same time, downstairs in the Red Star Training Hall’s lobby, the supervisor and manager nodded and bowed, personally ushering in two special guests through the front door.
Author’s note: The Big Ghost’s Obstetrics and Gynecology (Fire) Abortion Clinic is now open! With the east wind blowing and war drums beating, abortion is inseparable from the Big Ghost’s hammer!
Big Ghost [indifferently caressing Wu Rong’s abdomen]: A big hammer costs eighty, a small hammer costs forty, and Shanrong is free.
Editor: Cloud Chip Cake
This feels like A Rong is getting closer to the truth, how exciting!
Thank you for the chapter~
Thanks for the chapter!!! ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
😂😂😂 so he know his kid in there
nooo don’t abort the little fire!! He just wants to go outside and meet his mum!!! 😂