[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 3] Chapter 3

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Chapter Three: Escape
The morning in the capital was bustling with activity as the city's inhabitants

began their day's work in the soft light of dawn, yet a sense of unease lingered on their faces. Every merchant and laborer deliberately avoided

the west gate of the capital, their expressions as grave as if they were fleeing a flood or a ferocious beast, or even a plague.
At the west gate of the capital, the strange situation continued. The yellow light remained dazzling, even

in broad daylight, stealing the sun's brilliance. The people didn't know what had happened that night,

but this persistent eeriness was terrifying, especially now that the heavily armed guards stationed at the west gate

were causing increasingly chaotic rumors to circulate among the people who couldn't even approach it.
The golden light was surrounded by a dense array of heavily armed soldiers, including those from the Shuntian Prefecture of the capital, experts from the imperial city,

and, most notably, the disciples and grand-disciples of the Imperial Advisor Zhang Baocheng. Each of them seemed to

have exhausted all means, their faces filled with worry, yet they couldn't find any way to break through. The golden light before them was as solid as a fortress;

even with their extraordinary abilities, the power of the Five Elements artifacts was still beyond their ability to withstand.
All the groups waited helplessly in a heavy and oppressive atmosphere. Compared to the leisurely pace of the other groups,

the atmosphere was extremely heavy for two groups, their faces expressionless, anxious, and incredibly solemn. One group consisted of

the direct descendants of the Yang family from the Prince Zhen's Mansion, while the other was a group of servants from the Yang family of Jiangnan who had rushed there overnight. Led by Wang Dong,

the former retainers and direct descendants of the Duke of Jingguo, who had scattered in all directions, gathered again, praying anxiously and helplessly for

the safety of their only descendant.
The atmosphere at the West Gate was eerie, so heavy it was suffocating. With the lives of the two Yang family descendants and the current

Imperial Preceptor's fate unknown, no one dared to relax their guard in the slightest. Even with the help of many extraordinary individuals,

this was the Vajra Seal, one of the Five Elements; how many people in the world could possibly glimpse its secrets?

There was no .
At midday, when the sun was at its most scorching, many had already sought refuge in the woods for shade, but

the two remained, their faces grave,

guarding the most dangerous spot closest to the golden light under the blazing sun. Even facing a mysterious and unknown power, everyone felt fear, yet they all possessed an unwavering

resolve , unwilling to leave for a moment.
"Old Master, are you alright?" The commander of the Yang family army approached the Jiangnan

Yang family His words were respectful, yet tinged with a sense of helplessness. After enduring half a month, even the strongest man

would eventually give out. The stubbornness in the white-haired old man before him filled him with both admiration and fear that he might suffer even

the slightest mishap.
"It's alright, have the brothers all eaten?" Wang Dong's eyes were bloodshot, his voice

low , his lips cracked in countless places. Although nearing middle age, his physique

was no less impressive than that of a young man.
Once news of the upheaval in the capital spread, even if the court, fearing unrest, attempted to conceal it,

how long ? The missing were not ordinary nobles; a prince, a duke, and the newly appointed imperial advisor—

all three were simultaneously engulfed by the light of the Vajra Seal. Such an event naturally caused a sensation throughout the land. Not to mention the Zhenwang Mansion's centuries-old influence in

the capital , even Xiao Ying, as Zhang Baocheng's top disciple,

had countless disciples, followers, and fellow students. With relatives and old acquaintances gathering, it would be strange if things didn't escalate.
Meanwhile, Wang Dong, having heard the news in Jiangnan, could no longer remain silent. Although it was a good

time , upon hearing that the young master was in trouble, he immediately jumped up, disregarding the worries of his children and grandchildren, and contacted

other former members of the Yang family to rush to the capital overnight. While most of these men were nearing sixty, they were all

veteran generals with numerous battle achievements. The Ministry of War dared not neglect them, and could only helplessly allow these loyal old men to

wait . Their only prayer was that one or two wouldn't die from exhaustion, otherwise, it would be difficult to explain to the Yang family.
"Old Master, why don't you go and rest for a while?" Yang

Tongbao approached. Seeing the group of veterans with their ashen faces, their complexions already turning pale, he

felt a pang of worry.
"No need, I'll stay here and guard!" Wang Dong's eyes were filled with determination, and

a glint of vigilance flashed in his eyes as he looked around. He was now accompanied not only by the veterans of the Duke's mansion, but also by many

younger men; it was clear that these loyal old men were also extremely panicked this time.
"Gentlemen, there's no need to worry. The Duke and the Prince of Zhen are blessed by Heaven; they should be alright." Prince Rong,

Zhao Yuanqing , led his elite guards to the side. Seeing the Yang family's somewhat somber silence, he quickly offered words

of comfort, though his polite words carried a hint of helplessness.
"Look! What's that?" Just then, the soldiers at the front of the circle erupted in commotion,

instantly rousing the still somewhat dejected crowd.
Within the vast circle of light, the dazzling golden surface rippled like water, with

extremely discordant waves beginning to tremble chaotically, as if struggling. As the golden ripples

grew increasingly chaotic, suddenly, a figure leaped out as if fleeing. His clothes were tattered, and his

entire was a bloody mess, almost unrecognizable.
As soon as the bloodied figure fell to the ground, a large group of Imperial Preceptor disciples immediately surrounded him. Emerging from the golden light was none other than

Xiao Ying Daoist, who had been swallowed by the Vajra Seal! At this moment, almost every part of his body was intact; he was panting heavily, barely

clinging to life . His right arm was severed, and his body was riddled with wounds, leaving not a single patch of undamaged flesh

. His face was deathly pale, and he lay on the ground, disheveled and barely clinging to life.
"Senior Brother!"
"Master!"
The disciples cried out incessantly, but Xiao Ying was deathly pale. He could only

glance at before continuing to gasp for breath, seemingly too weak even to speak. His near-death experience and his current condition left him

with no strength to say anything more. His head lolled to the side, and he immediately fainted.
"Quick, take him to the palace! Summon the imperial physician!" Prince Rong's heart sank upon seeing this, and he immediately ordered Xiao Ying

to be taken the palace.
Xiao Ying, who had miraculously survived, was escorted back to the palace by his disciples. They waited for three days and three nights. Although he emerged in

a gruesome state, his near-death experience still rekindled hope in their hearts. Yang Tongbao's expression showed a hint of...

They offered words of hope and comfort, saying, "The Imperial Preceptor Xiao has escaped. With Your Highness's cultivation level, I believe you will be blessed with good fortune."
"Let's hope so!" Wang Dong remained silent. For those who had fought their entire lives, cultivation level and the Five Elements

were too distant concepts. Now, these veterans' greatest hope was that their young master would be safe and sound, after all, he was

the only heir of the Yang family in Jiangnan. If anything happened to him, even suicide would be an act of atonement, and they would have no face to face

their patriarch .
Half a month passed, and the golden light still shone brightly, dazzling even in the darkness. The Yang family's

men continued to guard the golden light tirelessly, eating dry rations. The appearance of Xiao's camp gave people a glimmer of

hope , but after escaping, the Imperial Preceptor Xiao was severely injured and remained unconscious. Even with the imperial physicians treating him,

his condition seemed dire. He hadn't woken up, making it seem as if he was on the verge of death, so

no .
Escaping from the Sixth Core Realm was so difficult, a near-death experience, and this miserable state became

a dark cloud in everyone's hearts. If even Xiao Ying, with his cultivation level, suffered such a tragic fate, the consequences for the others who were devoured were unimaginable. Hope dwindled in

an instant , but everyone could only force themselves to believe that the other two would be alright.
It was nearing dawn, and the capital city was eerily quiet. The power of the Vajra Seal seemed to inspire not only worship,

but even the creatures of the forest kept their distance. The vast forest was utterly silent,

eerily quiet, and particularly gloomy. Many veterans, their bodies unable to withstand the strain,

returned to the city to rest under Yang Tongbao's somewhat forceful insistence. Wang Dong and other vigorous veterans remained, enduring the hardship,

their eyes bloodshot from exhaustion. Even when they managed a brief nap, their minds were restless, and they couldn't fall asleep.
At this critical moment, news of an emergency on the border forced Prince Rong and Prince Ding to return to the Ministry of War. So much time had passed, and

those who had previously offered their concern seemed to believe that the Prince of Zhen and the Duke of Jing were likely

doomed

. The high-ranking officials who had once been present, dressed in their court robes, were now nowhere to be seen. Perhaps this was the fickle nature of human relationships; the saying "when people leave, the tea cools" seemed to be an eternal law of officialdom. Currently, only the direct descendants of the Yang family remained loyal and waiting.
At midnight, just as people were drifting off to sleep, half-awake, half-asleep, the earth suddenly shook violently,

as

an earthquake had begun. In an instant, it seemed that the entire land—mountains, plains, and dense forests—responded to this sudden upheaval with roaring sounds. The heavens and earth trembled, and even the sun, moon, and stars seemed to hide behind

dark clouds, shaking violently. That profound power instantly shattered everyone's dreams.
"What's going on…" The Yang family's men were all startled awake, frantically trying to stand up, but they all

felt as if the earth itself had shaken, the sky and earth changing color, the intense shock almost

shattering their souls.
"Ah!!" At this moment, a long roar, containing terrifying power, burst forth from within the golden light, soaring straight into the sky.
For the past half-month, the serene golden light had remained unshaken by any powerful figures, who all shook their heads and returned in despair.

However, just as this roar pierced the heavens, the once indestructible golden light began to tremble as if struggling,

and a crimson-yellow light began to erupt and expand within it. A power comparable to the Vajra Seal

began to shake the world, its soaring true essence and spiritual energy almost unstoppable by the heavens, making

the already formidable light of the Vajra Seal appear even more terrifying.
"What's going on?" Wang Dong and his men were forced to retreat almost to the city walls by the terrifying power.

Not only the Yang family felt the horror of that power, but even the soldiers on the city walls began to lose their footing, their

faces filled with fear as they watched the crimson-yellow true energy gradually expand within the golden light. Their legs went weak, and some even collapsed

to their knees.
"That voice...it's the Prince..." Yang Tongbao felt the terrifying aura so oppressive that even his breath

caught in his throat , but upon closer listening to the soaring roar, the familiar majesty, and the familiar sense of respect, he was overjoyed.
The heavens and earth trembled; the sun, moon, and stars were almost entirely covered by dark clouds, as if even the heavens couldn't bear to watch this

contest of terrifying forces. The ancient city shook under this terrifying impact, the earth trembling and mountains trembling, making everyone uneasy.

The ancient and thick city walls could barely withstand the impact; sand and dust

swirled as if even this ancient city, scarred by swords and spears, was submitting to this terrifying power.
"Earth Shakes..." Just as the crimson-yellow true energy gradually gained the upper hand, a deep and

unwavering roar rang out again. It was none other than the cold and oppressive voice of Prince Yang Shu.
The crimson-yellow true energy gradually stirred and erupted, beginning to occupy every corner of the golden light, obscuring

its originally awe-inspiring brilliance. With a long roar, a deafening "bang" resounded, as if heaven and earth

had collided , causing even the stars in the sky to tremble uncontrollably. The massive explosion, accompanied by an

astonishingly powerful shockwave, erupted outwards. The force was so great that everyone was terrified and fell to their knees; even

trees as thick as bowls were uprooted.
The golden light exploded, instantly sending sand and stones flying, a fierce wind howling, and the earth cracking open, seemingly

unable such terrifying power. The Yang family members, hiding beneath the city walls, frantically covered their heads and dodged. Such a terrifying

explosion was unprecedented. Small stones and fire pits on the city walls collapsed, and several careless

soldiers, seemingly never expecting such a thing to happen, were blown off the walls by the violent gusts of wind,

their fates unknown.
The golden light vanished completely from the world, as if it had never existed. For the first time, the capital city

felt darkness, but in its place... It was the soaring crimson-yellow true energy, powerful and astonishing, even surpassing the radiance of the Vajra Seal

before . That terrifying power seemed like a mountain pressing down,

making it impossible to look directly at; even breathing felt suffocating under its pressure.
Within the crimson-yellow true energy, a figure gradually became clearer in the haze, the flying sand and stones making

everything appear utterly desolate. The area where the golden light of the Vajra Seal had originally been blasted open by the violent explosion, creating

a massive crater five miles long. Smoke and dust filled the deep crater, and the soaring crimson-yellow true energy, carrying sand and mist, made everything

appear both terrifying and incredibly mysterious.
"Your Highness… Your Excellency…" As the power gradually weakened, and the oppressive feeling that forced them to kneel gradually

disappeared , Yang Tongbao and Wang Dong finally calmed themselves, suppressed their fear, and hurriedly rushed to the crater.

Before them, faces beamed with anticipation as they watched the blurry figure. "
The Vajra Seal... truly powerful..." The smoke slowly dissipated, revealing Yang Shu's tall and imposing figure . However, his face was deathly pale, devoid of color. Even though his sharp brows and piercing eyes remained resolute, his icy expression betrayed an unprecedented weariness and pain. 　　"Your Highness, Your Excellency, are you alright!" Wang Dong cried out excitedly, his face flushed as he looked at the figure carried on Yang Shu's shoulder —so tall, so familiar—it was none other than the unconscious Yang Cun. 　　Yang Shu twitched, his solemn expression suddenly shifting. His brow furrowed, and he could no longer control his discomfort. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his vision blurred, and he collapsed to the ground. Yang Cun, who had been on his shoulder, also fell to the ground, the two almost simultaneously. 　　"Your Highness! Your Excellency!" Yang Tongbao and Wang Dong panicked, and a large group of the Yang family rushed into the pit. 　　Inside the Prince Zhen's mansion, unlike its usual solemn and quiet atmosphere, the place was now filled with sorrowful old men and servants too afraid to speak due to the oppressive silence. The back courtyard rooms remained eerily silent, almost deathly so. 　　Besides the Yang family servants, many others dressed in palace robes were present, and a large group of imperial physicians bustled , all drenched in sweat and looking helpless. Even so, they dared not slacken their efforts. The Yang family members, who had been waiting in their armor, were watching , a look that made them restless. 　　In the two main rooms, Prince Zhen, Yang Shu, lay in one, and Duke Jingguo, Yang Cun, in the other. Both had been carried back for a day and a night, yet remained in a deep sleep, showing no signs of waking. There were no obvious external injuries, yet both remained unconscious. 　　"What's the situation?" Prince Rong stood with his hands behind his back in the west hall, his face filled with worry and a hint of coldness. Prince Rong rarely showed such displeasure. That day, he had been shuttling between the Ministry of War and the Prince Zhen 's residence, clearly indicating a close personal relationship with Yang Shu. 　　"Reporting to Your Highness and the two gentlemen," the chief imperial physician, his face covered in cold sweat, knelt timidly and said, "They have no external injuries, but when my colleagues and I tried to take their pulses, we couldn't detect any. There was a beat, but it was irregular, irregular and contrary to normal bodily rhythms. Such a strange occurrence is something we've never heard of in our lives." 　　"Absurd!" Prince Rong's expression turned cold; the usually amiable prince revealed an anger no one had ever seen before. "Every word I spoke is true, I dare not lie!" The chief imperial physician, terrified, immediately knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head again. Although Prince Rong was usually mild-mannered, when he truly lost his temper, he was more terrifying than anyone else, and even a furrowed brow could give the impression of imperial wrath. 　　"Brother Rong, why are you so angry? It's not surprising that Prince Zhen and Duke Jing have encountered such extraordinary events, which is not ordinary. What's so surprising about that?" At this moment, a handsome middle-aged man walked in through the door. Dressed in magnificent robes, but accompanied only by a few guards, he was none other than Prince Ding, Zhao Yuanming, the most powerful prince in the court and the one who held military power. 　　"When did you return to the capital, my brother? Why didn't you inform your foolish brother?" Prince Rong recognized the man and then waved away the imperial physician . Seeing the trace of fatigue on the handsome Prince Rong's face, Prince Ding's lips inadvertently flashed a sinister smile, but he immediately resumed his harmless demeanor. 　　"Hearing of the trouble on the frontier, I, your foolish brother, rushed back to the capital overnight." Even though he looked tired, Prince Ding still mustered his spirits and said, "Last night, when I entered the palace, Father was very worried about what had happened to the princes. Before dawn, he specially ordered Yuanming to come and visit them. Alas, Father's health has been poor lately. I only hope that Prince Zhen and Duke Jing are safe and sound, so that he can be at ease." 　　"Father's kindness and benevolence are truly a blessing to us subjects," Prince Rong said, feigning emotion, and began to sigh . 　　The two sat down separately, and after tea was served, they began to chat idly. The two brothers appeared amicable, a blessing to the court in the eyes of outsiders, but their conversation was actually quite complex. Everyone that the man would not have a good end. Strangely, Prince Rong didn't ask about it, and Prince Ding didn't mention it, as if the matter had never happened. The two men's conversation revolved entirely around the two injured men, their expressions so intense they seemed ready to burst into tears to express their sincerity—a sentiment that felt both genuine and strange. 　　Watching them talk, their faces etched with heartache and sighs, one wondered if they were actually surnamed Yang or Zhao. Their pained expressions were truly chilling; it was almost as if they wished the two men were dead, so they could stage a grand funeral , a dramatic display of grief for the loss of a virtuous person—that would be the perfect ending. 　　Amidst their distracted chatter, a sudden commotion erupted at the door. Amidst the butler 's flustered greeting, a young man in opulent robes, his face swaggering arrogantly, strode in. His fair face bore the weariness and weakness of wine and women draining him of his vitality. Tall yet thin, his quick steps carried a frivolous air , giving him the air of a spoiled brat. Yet, his lavish attire added a touch of nobility, making him seem unlike the typical frivolous and reckless individual. 　　Surrounded by a group of eunuchs, the young man walked to the front of the hall. Upon seeing Prince Ding and Prince Rong, he visibly paused, his brow furrowing as if displeased. However, he quickly bowed politely, saying, " Nephew Qinli greets your two uncles." 　　"Your subject greets Your Highness the Crown Prince!" Prince Rong and Prince Ding exchanged a glance, their expressions revealing no emotion . They immediately knelt, bowing to their young nephew with the respect due to a subject to his ruler. Their expressions were solemn and loyal, befitting true virtuous ministers. 　　"Uncles, please rise, this is too much for Qinli!" Crown Prince Zhao Qinli, seemingly , quickly told them to rise, but made no move to help them up, even managing a smug smile. 　　"Thank you, Your Highness!" The two rose directly, showing little restraint. 　　"Your nephew, on the orders of His Majesty the Emperor, has specially delivered this thousand-year-old ginseng to help Prince Zhen and the Duke prolong their lives... oh no, to nourish their bodies and minds." The Crown Prince's frivolousness was evident in his words, even revealing . For a moment, both princes looked somewhat embarrassed, while the servants of the Yang family dared not speak out, helplessly gritting their teeth as they watched this absurd Crown Prince. 　　"Prince Zhen is deeply grateful for His Majesty's favor and will surely be thankful for this divine grace." Anyone could say such polite words, and Prince Rong immediately feigned gratitude.

He looked utterly grateful, even though the rewards weren't for him. Prince Ding stood by, smiling silently,

almost shaking his head at the sight of the debauched Crown Prince before him.
"Oh, the favor has been bestowed, then I'll take my leave." Zhao Qinli seemed absent-minded;

after uttering the polite words, he didn't even bother to stand, abandoning the basic etiquette of visiting a sick person, and immediately ran off with

a group of sycophantic eunuchs. As he walked, he muttered about playing and courtesans,

his excitement and haste utterly baffling.
"His Highness the Crown Prince is indeed extraordinary." Prince Rong smiled awkwardly, and seeing him leave in such a hurry, he could

n't help but shake his head.
"Yes, extraordinary." Prince Ding's words were even more meaningful, a hint of contempt unconsciously appearing on his face.

The two princes, who had been exchanging polite pleasantries, glanced at each other, sharing the same feelings and thoughts, yet

neither dared to voice them. They quickly changed the subject, praising the Emperor's boundless grace, their demeanor as harmonious as ever.
Having been busy all day, Prince Ding, weary from his journey and burdened with worries, saw that the two showed no signs of waking and

had to take his leave early. He returned to the palace to report in the late afternoon and then immediately went back to his residence to rest. Prince Rong, on the other hand,

stayed until evening, but then an urgent dispatch arrived from the Ministry of War

. Without time to hesitate, he instructed the imperial physicians who had been caring for him and hurried back to the Ministry of War to attend to his duties.
In the quiet garden in front of the main hall, the courtyard was densely packed with people. Besides the princes' own guards, many

were veteran soldiers from the Yang family of Jiangnan. Seeing that there were no outsiders around, Wang Dong could no longer control himself. His face was full of anger as he said, "This

Crown Prince is really outspoken! Not only is he insincere, but he also said such unlucky things. He has no manners at all!"
"Grandpa, keep your voice down..." Yang Tongbao's expression changed immediately, and he quickly stopped his complaint,

saying with a wry smile, "Although this Crown Prince is absurd, it is still very disrespectful for us to discuss him in private. Our Yang family

is not doing well right now, so it's best not to give anyone cause for gossip."
"But I just can't stand it!" Wang Dong's face was full of anger as he gritted his teeth and said, "It's already unfortunate that our young master has suffered this misfortune as soon as he returned to the capital .

Our old master and our Duke, which one of them didn't die on the battlefield! Tell me, how many people from

your Zhenwang lineage have sacrificed for the country? Which family has died on the battlefield more than our Yang family? The Yang family

is full of loyal and brave people. Doesn't he fear that his frivolous words will chill people's hearts?"
"Sigh..." Yang Tongbao smiled bitterly, not knowing what to say. This old man has a fiery temper.

Who in the capital isn't slick and worldly after a while? Even those who truly hate someone to the core, who doesn't maintain a degree of superficial

smoothness ? Who would so openly speak ill of a member of the royal family, especially the future emperor's grandson?
Late at night, the old soldiers in the courtyard were finally persuaded to rest. Only the women and maids waited patiently in the back room.

As the moon rose above the willow branches, the maids in the Prince's room, already exhausted, suddenly began to yawn. Overwhelmed by

fatigue even trying to stay awake, they couldn't control their mental exhaustion and

fell asleep, their heads lolling to one side. Although they were very self-disciplined, this inexplicable drowsiness was something they couldn't usually resist. As
the maids drifted off to sleep, a huge and terrifying body twisted and appeared in the empty

room, its form like a small mountain, its head almost hitting the high ceiling beams. Ignoring the

sleeping , it went straight to the bedside and asked in a suppressed, fearful voice, "Your Highness, are you alright now?"
"Earth Slave..." Yang Shu, dressed in plain clothes on the sickbed, still kept his eyes closed, letting out a weak and disappointed

sigh . His voice was filled with dejection as he said, "I'm alright, but this time, Lin Guan stole the Vajra Seal

—
not what I wanted." "
Your Highness!" Earth Slave sat cross-legged by the bed, his face serious as he snorted, "I know you're disappointed, but

wasn't that what we went to Tianjin for? Lin Guan's matter proves that Zhang Guoshi truly knows the location of

the Five . Since that's the case, it means there's still hope. What's there to worry about?"
"Earth Slave, you still don't understand..." Yang Shu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep and empty. His words

were weak and filled with helplessness. The renowned Prince Zhen, wielding the power of one of the Five Elements, was already unparalleled

in the world , yet his sigh now sounded so desolate and helpless.
"Fine, if you say I don't understand, then I don't understand!" The Earth Slave sat cross-legged on the ground, looking unwilling

but not refuting. Its enormous body almost blocked the candlelight, and at this moment it looked more like

a child .
"Uncle should be alright, right?" Yang Shu smiled wryly, looking at the mountain-sized Earth Slave before him.
"That little fox... I don't know!" The Earth Slave pouted defiantly.
"Uncle is exceptionally intelligent, alas, what a pity... alas." Yang Shu didn't know what to say. The Earth Slave's

personality was like a child's; even though it was one of the Five Elements, it had a lovable, unrestrained nature. It clearly

couldn't stand Yang Shu's respect for Yang Cun; it seemed that its master's polite treatment of Yang Cun made it very uncomfortable,

and at this moment it looked a bit like a little punching bag.
"Your Highness, someone has arrived!" The Earth Slave, which had been sitting silently for a long time, suddenly brightened up and said in a chilling tone

.
"I know, he's an old friend of my uncle's. Don't disturb him." Yang Shu looked tired and didn't say much. Seeing

the Earth Slave's restless look, he immediately stopped him sternly, "Alright, I know that person means no harm.

You don't need to make trouble. We'll talk about the forest management matter when my uncle wakes up."
"You're so easygoing!" The Earth Slave sat back down angrily and complained, "That guy isn't a big deal

to . I don't mind that you forcibly used your true essence and spiritual energy to bring him back,

but was it worth it? I don't understand what true energy you humans have, but was it

necessary ? With your strength, breaking free from the Vajra Seal's restraints wouldn't be difficult. Why force yourself to use

the power of the five elements to contend with the Vajra Seal for him?"
"You don't understand..." Yang Shu smiled bitterly, his meridians aching so much that he could hardly move. His eyes

were helpless yet resolute as he stared blankly at the sky, seemingly burdened with many thoughts, yet unsure of who to confide in.
"I don't think those people are any good. I'm afraid you're not the only one who thinks the same way, are you?" The Earth Slave

paused , his figure slowly twisting and disappearing, but his voice was tinged with anger as he said, "Anyway, I don't understand your human affairs

. I only know that living like this is exhausting! What a load of crap, being a prince! The Yang family has more than just you living. Is this really necessary?"

"Are you tired?"
"You understand me, but you don't... Sigh..." Yang Shu sighed bitterly, watching the slave

vent .
His mind went blank for a moment, as if he remembered the scenes of their first meeting.

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