diskusbooks Chapter 1842 Don't Hesitate Anymore
Chapter 1842 Don't Hesitate Anymore
Sect Master Ye replied in a deep voice, "Senior Lingxu is quite right. In the past, our conflicts with the Holy Domain were mostly limited to the struggle for resources, talent, and face. But this time, it involves the Star Gate, the inheritance of the ancient evil Buddha, and the taboo act of sacrificing living beings, so the nature of it is completely different."
"This is no longer a competition, but... a struggle for survival."
“That’s right.” Sect Master Lin’s eyes blazed with golden fire. “The Silent Zen Temple has no bottom line, and Yueyao of the Dragon Roar Temple is also ambitious. If either of them succeeds, the Spirit Realm will be devastated, and our lineage may be cut off.”
"The five major sects must unite to resist this calamity!"
Sect Master Mu and Sect Master Chu also solemnly expressed their support for a full alliance.
Opinions were quickly reached.
The next step is to discuss specific countermeasures.
After intense discussions, several massive and complex strategies gradually became clear, almost requiring the mobilization of the entire Spirit Realm's power. However, in the face of this life-or-death crisis, no one backed down.
At the end of the meeting, Mingchuan stood up and his gaze swept over the faces of everyone present who bore heavy responsibilities.
"Gentlemen, the road ahead is fraught with peril, and we are surrounded by formidable enemies. But we have no way to retreat. Behind us lie our sect, our disciples, and our homeland. This battle is not only for ourselves, but also for the present and future of the Spirit Realm."
"From this day forward, the five major sects of the Spirit Realm are true allies! We share the same fate, and we share the same fate!"
"May we unite as one to overcome this difficulty and protect the spiritual realm!"
"Guard the Spirit Realm!"
The crowd responded in unison, their voices echoing in the council hall, carrying a do-or-die determination.
The meeting ended, the resolution was made, and everyone felt a heavy weight in their hearts, but also a greater sense of reassurance that they were all in the same boat.
What followed was a flurry of activity, with time pressing and no one allowed to waste time.
Sect Master Ye, Sect Master Lin, and Sect Master Chu stood up one after another, asked Mingchuan a few more questions about his health, and then hurriedly left with their respective Holy Sons, Holy Daughters, and Elders.
They must immediately return to their sect, mobilize resources, and implement a joint defense and monitoring network.
Before leaving, Ye Chuhan patted Mingchuan's shoulder hard: "Mingchuan, get well soon! We need you for the tough battles ahead. We won't feel at ease without you leading the charge!"
He still has that seemingly carefree but actually sentimental demeanor.
Lin Ruowei glanced at Mingchuan with her cool eyes, nodded slightly, and everything was understood without words.
Chu Huai solemnly clasped his hands in greeting: "Sect Master Mingchuan, take care. The entire Xuantian Sect will do its utmost."
Mingchuan responded to each of them, expressing his gratitude.
As the crowd gradually dispersed, the council hall of the suspended palace returned to its spaciousness and quiet.
Lingxu Zhenren, Ye Yan, Qingmianhu, and Chiyanhu also went to attend to their own urgent matters.
Only a few core members of the Wanchuan Sect and a group from the Butian Holy Sect, who seemed to have deliberately stayed until the end, remained.
Sect Master Mu did not rush to leave. Her gentle gaze swept over Mu Yaoyao, and her eyes flashed with understanding and tenderness.
Mu Yaoyao stood alone by a pillar a little further away, her beautiful eyes fixed on Mingchuan, who was whispering to Jinman. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her lips were pursed. Her exquisite face was filled with worry, hesitation, and a complex mix of emotions that were hard to describe.
This was completely different from her usual pure, aloof, and slightly arrogant demeanor.
Sect Master Mu sighed inwardly. This child... never dared to face his own heart, only watching from afar and secretly worrying about him.
The Spirit Realm is now fraught with danger, and Mingchuan has repeatedly found himself in perilous situations. Seeing his pale complexion today, Sect Master Mu knew that she could no longer allow him to hesitate like this.
Sect Leader Mu walked slowly to Mu Yaoyao's side, gently put his arm around her shoulder, and said in a gentle but strong voice, "Yaoyao, what are you still looking at? If you have something on your mind, go and talk it out. He can't see your concern or know your feelings through the crowd."
Mu Yaoyao's body stiffened slightly, a faint blush rising on her fair cheeks. She whispered, "Master... I... I didn't..."
"Silly child." Sect Master Mu gently pushed her back, his voice even softer, yet every word struck Mu Yaoyao's heart.
"Your eyes don't lie. All that happened in the past was just youthful impetuosity, why hold a grudge?"
"Look at the maids around him, have they ever hesitated like you?"
"Mingchuan is now at the center of a vortex, facing numerous dangers ahead. No one knows what tomorrow will bring. Are you going to wait until... until it's truly too late, before regretting your cowardice today?"
"By then, I'm afraid we won't even have the chance to see him through the crowd like this anymore."
Mu Yaoyao was struck dumb, her delicate body trembling slightly.
Sect Leader Mu's words were like a key, unlocking the tightly closed and conflicted door in her heart.
Yes, what is she so proud of? And what is she afraid of? Is she afraid of being rejected? Or is she unable to let go of those trivial past grievances?
Compared to the monstrous waves Mingchuan is facing, and the fear of possibly losing him forever, what do those things matter?
She recalled the heart-pounding fear she felt when the news of the fallen star in the wasteland arrived, the suffocating heartache she felt upon seeing his pale face, and how, over the years, though she never said it, her eyes always involuntarily followed his figure...
An unprecedented courage, mixed with relief and resolve, welled up from the bottom of my heart.
She raised her head, all hesitation gone from her eyes, leaving only a clear and resolute determination.
She nodded slightly to Sect Leader Mu, took a deep breath, turned around, and walked towards Mingchuan, who was about to leave the council hall.
At this moment, Mingchuan had just finished speaking with Jinman and was about to check on the recovery of Zhao Hu and the others when he suddenly felt a figure blocking his way, carrying a faint, familiar, and elegant lotus fragrance.
He looked up and was somewhat surprised to see Mu Yaoyao, whose cheeks were slightly flushed but whose eyes were surprisingly bright.
"Mu Yaoyao? Is there something else?"
Mu Yaoyao bit her lower lip, glanced at Jin Man who looked slightly surprised and Ah Xiong and the others who had not gone far, and said in a soft but clear voice: "Sect Master Ming, may I... speak to you in private? I have something I want to say to you alone."
Mingchuan was even more surprised.
Didn't this woman never want to talk to him much before?
He glanced at Sect Master Mu not far away, who smiled and nodded at him, so he had no choice but to nod in agreement: "Alright. This way, please."
He led Mu Yaoyao to a small side hall next to the council hall, which was used for temporary receptions, and casually set up a soundproof barrier.
The interior of the hall was simply furnished, with only a few jade chairs.
"Saintess Mu, please sit. May I ask what brings you here?" Mingchuan guessed that it might be related to the specific arrangements of the joint operation with the Heaven-Mending Holy Sect?
Mu Yaoyao did not sit down.
She stood before Mingchuan, her head slightly bowed, her hands unconsciously twisting her sleeves. Her girlish demeanor contrasted sharply with her usual pure and unapproachable image, deepening Mingchuan's doubts.
What exactly is this woman up to?
She had always disliked him and was always going against him.
Could it be that they're planning to take advantage of his weakness today, when no one else is around, to attack him?
Thinking of this, Mingchuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.