Chapter 754 — The Plain-Robed Youth Roams, Open and Unfettered
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
His hand seized his own collar and with a rip he tore off the purple robe that belonged to the Heavenly Venerable Yu. The purple robe fluttered in the wind, drifting over the heads of the celebrating crowd.
Shen Mu's chest burned. He laughed uproariously at the heavens, laughed with ease, laughed until the pent-up fury in his heart found release.
"History will not give them justice. I—I damn well can! I damn well can give them this justice!"
"I damn well need this justice too—"
He wanted so badly to drink, to hold a jar and drink like Zai Fu, to get dead drunk like Tian Shu with eyes askew and head lolling, to take up a blade and go kill!
Though he had not drunk a drop, he was already intoxicated. He walked toward Heavenly Venerable Hao.
Heavenly Venerable Hao pushed through the crowd, trying to avoid him.
Kaihuang and Old Niu were outside as well, witnessing this stirring moment. Suddenly, a drifting purple robe was caught by the wind, tumbling through the air, flying toward the Jade Pool, falling into the great sea.
"The Heavenly Venerable Yu's purple robe!"
Kaihuang's heart lurched. He whipped his head around, grabbed Old Niu's hand, and said urgently: "Where is Mu Qing? Where is Mu Qing?"
Old Niu hurried to search: "He was on the altar just now. They should still be in the great hall, right?"
"When the ancient god announced the name Longhan, he also walked out of the great hall!"
Kaihuang dragged Old Niu forward, anxious: "He has taken off his clothes. He means to kill while the crowd is in uproar! Go, quickly! We must find him before this blows up!"
Old Niu circulated his mana, and Kaihuang suddenly floated up beyond his control. The two of them drifted in the air.
"Your mana is shallow—let me carry you!"
Old Niu said in a low voice: "Watch the crowd below. You must find him!"
Kaihuang hurriedly scanned in all directions, searching for Shen Mu's whereabouts.
"A youth in blue robes roams, open and bright—who says he is not a hero! A spark of noble spirit, a thousand li of swift wind!"
Shen Mu felt his body growing hotter and hotter, his blood surging and boiling: "How I wish I could be like Grandpa Tu—a swift blade, good wine, heads rolling—like him, who even in the midst of great battle could turn his heroic spirit into poetry. A pity I lack his literary talent! He was a great writer; his verses gave voice to his heart, and his poetic nature aided his Heavenly Blade—a swift blade beheading pig heads! I still fall somewhat short."
He followed Heavenly Venerable Hao to the sea surface of the Jade Pool. Beneath the waves, giant beasts and great turtles swam; enormous fish glided serenely through the air.
Those were demigods, descendants of the ancient gods.
Heavenly Venerable Hao continued forward, and demigods multiplied around him.
Shen Mu continued forward as well.
"But my blade is just as swift!"
"My fist is just as heavy!"
"When I cut down the wicked and the vile, my blade is no slower than Grandpa Tu's!"