Chapter 2284: Above Life

Chapter 92: Higher Than Life

Nine phoenixes danced together, flying all the way southwest.

What was in the southwest direction?

There was a peak called Tianjue Peak, known as the "Southern Heaven to This and End."

As everyone knows, the Mohist Giant City would convene here during each Thousand Opportunities Meeting.

The world naturally also knew that the Giant City would not stay here long-term. For the vast majority of the time, the Giant City's position was unknown to outsiders.

For many people in their lifetime, the opportunity to contact the Giant City was only during the convening of the Thousand Opportunities Meeting.

The Thousand Opportunities Meeting usually lasted for nine consecutive days. According to ancient tradition, it was held once every nine years. The last meeting convened on March 28th of this year and concluded on April 5th. The next time it reopened would be in Dao Calendar 3937.

But the nine phoenixes, born at the end of September, still flew towards here—

This was no different from an arrogant declaration: "I have arrived. Are you coming or not?"

Deep within the Southern Domain mountains, steel roared incessantly.

During this period, after the Thousand Opportunities Meeting had already concluded, the mechanical kingdom spread out on top of Tianjue Peak was the Mohists' answer.

They were here, and they were waiting.

For this day, the Mohists had made many preparations and tried many possibilities for reconciliation. Unfortunately, in the end, none succeeded.

When the phoenixes cried in the mountains, a man wearing a square-holed copper coin official robe appeared in the Sin Jun Hall of the Giant City.

He looked relatively ordinary, but his overly sharp thin face and overly bright eyes gave him a particularly cunning temperament.

He was the sect master who was least like a sect master in the world. When he was young, he didn't study properly and was the epitome of the unlearned and incompetent, the archetype of being sneaky and slippery. He was often dragged out by the teacher and used as the chicken to warn the monkeys.

This person had caused not a few disasters. The previous generation Giant Zi, Rao Xian Sun, once even angrily hung him up and personally whipped him, giving him nine full lashes before he was appeased, almost beating him to death.

But after the Qi Shen Plan failed, Rao Xian Sun went to the Yu Abyss front alone and handed the Giant Zi token over to him.

Qian Jin Hua was the legitimate Mohist leader, the lawful successor, the Mohist orthodoxy. Even if many people were dissatisfied with him, they could only obey his commands and watch him make the Mohist Sect messy and smoky.

At this moment, he stood in the center of the great hall, looking at the silent Huang Jin Mo on the throne. His eyes were very complex.

Some things you knew would happen and were prepared to accept, but there was still a distance between knowing and truly accepting.

"Your father has returned," he said.

Huang Jin Mo had been silent for many days, but today she lifted that pair of cold and beautiful Dan Feng eyes: "You should not be surprised."

The Mohist Giant Zi was dressed very vulgarly and ostentatiously. He seriously examined Huang Jin Mo: "He has returned from fantasy. Myth and legend have become history—now your shackles should also open?"

"Qian Jin Hua—" Huang Jin Mo almost gritted her teeth: "Even now, you are still thinking of researching me."

The person standing in front of Huang Jin Mo today was the Mohist Giant Zi with the worst reputation in history, nicknamed "Copper Stink True Monarch," Qian Jin Hua.

It was also in his hands that the Mohist Sect, listed among the renowned schools and admired for ten thousand ages, had an unprecedentedly poor reputation.

At this time, he looked at Huang Jin Mo and very seriously said: "That is the most flirtatious method of Chu Land in three thousand years. I am far behind, and I am inevitably a little curious—please, Miss Huang, do not take offense."

"Why don't you call him by his name directly?" Huang Jin Mo asked.

Qian Jin Hua smiled bitterly once: "After all, I want to strive for a little more time and leave some nonsense."

Huang Jin Mo said: "My father has just returned. The time he can interfere with the present world is not much, and he has many things to do. With True Monarch Qian's strength and the accumulation of several great eras in the Giant City, it's not necessarily impossible to hold on."

"It's not a matter of whether we can hold on." Qian Jin Hua shook his head: "In the matter of Bu Shu City, the Mohist Sect did wrong, a big wrong. It violated the spirit of the Mohists and was very sorry to you—not only sorry to you, but also to all the people that day, and sorry to the Mohist child, Mo Jing Yu."

He seriously said: "We have already rebuilt Bu Shu City, and your initial subordinates who are still alive, we have all found them for you. The sick and disabled, we have also cured them all. We have made the maximum effort, hoping to make everything in Bu Shu City as it was initially."

Huang Jin Mo looked at him: "The city can be rebuilt, and people can be found. Just like I will never die and can die and revive again. But can things that have already happened be erased? Can the process of killing me be ignored?"

"Of course not!" Qian Jin Hua said: "Giant City is not a narrow and selfish place. The Mohists have the courage to face errors. You were unreasonably captured by the Mohists and suffered punishment here for so many years. According to reason, the Tian Gong Zhen Ren Tie Tui Si and the Ming Gui Kui Lei Master Xi Xiang Yi, who initially went to capture you, should both pay the price. This is not something that can be solved with a light verbal 'sorry.' But in the end, these two people only followed orders and are no different from any Mohist puppet. Even if their heads are cut off, it is far from enough to compensate for the insult you endured."

He seriously said: "This matter, the main cause is in me. It was I, this Mohist Giant Zi, who gave them orders. It was I, Qian Jin Hua, who coveted the secret of eternal life on you, coveted your Shen Lin Undying Mystery, and wanted to borrow this to complete the Mohist research, so I went with the flow, pretended not to understand Zhuang Gao Xian's methods, and forcibly took you back to Giant City."

"Every time you suffered punishment in Giant City, it was all personally hosted by me. Borrowing the opportunity to plunder your blood was all for practicing my ideas. Every time you felt pain, every time you felt humiliation, I was observing at the side. I am the chief culprit, the only true culprit."

Qian Jin Hua led the Mohists, who were good at reasoning.

The Mohists forcibly broke into Bu Shu City, took away Huang Jin Mo, and confined her for so many years. They could also give very convincing reasons, and from beginning to end, there were no errors in the rules. They even put forward "sincerity" that could be accepted by the vast majority of people.

Their mistakes were "misled misfortune," rather than intentional "errors."

Even if it was killing, a wrong hand and intentional were not the same crime.

The only ones who did not meet their expectations were Huang Jin Mo and Zhu Wei Wo. This pair of people who relied on each other in the prison tower were truly two smelly stones that matched each other's stench. Even when they didn't meet each other and had no communication at all, they maintained a consistent cold and hard attitude.

Too many people felt that Huang Jin Mo was ignorant of good and evil, and that she got the advantage but was unforgiving.

Huang Jin Mo didn't care about any of them.

Too many people felt that Zhu Wei Wo didn't know his weight and was not capable enough but still wouldn't bow his head.

Zhu Wei Wo also didn't care about any of them.

From the capture of Huang Jin Mo until today, this was the first time the Mohists had spoken the truth without disguise.

Unfortunately, it was not in the past every day.

Unfortunately, it was when the phoenixes cried in the mountains.

Huang Jin Mo did not speak.

Qian Jin Hua continued: "The Mohist Giant Zi has no tradition of letting people take responsibility. Within the spirit of the Mohists, there is no saying of shifting blame. All responsibility for this matter is on my body, Qian Jin Hua, and I will bear it."

The Mohists were never misled. They were even willing to give up revenge for Mo Jing Yu just to get... Huang Jin Mo herself.

In fact, if Jiang Wang hadn't rushed in during the Dragon Palace Banquet and surrounded Dong Zhen with Shen Lin, cutting off Zhuang Gao Xian's head, then when Huang Wei Zhen returned, or after the Mohists had already obtained the research they wanted—Mo Jing Yu's account would still be settled with Zhuang Gao Xian.

How furious the Mohists, who had been misled for so long at that time, would be was all reasonable. Yong Country swallowing Zhuang in one fell swoop was also logical. Conveniently explaining the "misunderstanding" to Huang Jin Mo and politely sending her out of the city would be a happy outcome for everyone.

The Mohists' abacus was counted very well.

The only thing that was not good was... a sage inheritance like the Mohist Sect, a renowned school for ten thousand ages, should not be one that counted abacuses!

Huang Jin Mo originally did not plan to say anything more.

For a proud person like her, waiting for people to come and save her, relying on others for revenge, was always not something that could make her hold her head high. Even if that person was her father.

But just as Qian Jin Hua judged, as long as Huang Wei Zhen did not return, her body's shackles would not open. She would forever be limited to the Shen Lin level—the power of the Mountain Sea Realm only supported the eternal life at the Shen Lin level.

Before being sealed into the ground for a long sleep, she was also a proud daughter of heaven. She also once swore to chase her father's footsteps and surpass her father's glory.

Until she committed a big mistake and involved her father's death...

When she woke up, the sea had changed drastically.

She didn't know how long the dream was. Nine hundred years were actually just a snap of the fingers.

Huang Wei Zhen gave her the power of eternal undying before his death, and also limited her forever to the Shen Lin realm. It was absolutely impossible for her to walk out of the Giant City by herself, and absolutely impossible for her to seek justice by herself.

Staying in the Giant City, not moving a step, not saying a word, this was her only way of resisting.

For her who had been in possession for over nine hundred years, this might be childish. For her who had only been awake for dozens of years, it was probably not considered smart either.

But if it's not smart, then so be it.

She had been treated as a beast for research, not just once, not just for one day!

Who in the world knew her suffering, who could understand her hate, who could empathize—but they were all people who stood and spoke without feeling the pain in their backs.

All she could do was wait for someone to come and help her seek justice, perhaps her father Huang Wei Zhen, perhaps Zhu Wei Wo... She could not let them down for no reason.

Sitting here was the only thing she could do.

Now she looked at Qian Jin Hua and felt that this world was truly absurd. She couldn't help but say: "How does Sect Master Qian plan to bear the responsibility? Do you want to pour tea and apologize to my father? Do you plan for several cups of fine wine?"

"I give this life back to you," Qian Jin Hua said.

Rumble Rumble Rumble!

Thunder moved the long sky.

This was something Huang Jin Mo had not thought of at all in advance.

Using the life of the world-renowned Mohist Giant Zi to repay the wrongs committed by the Mohists!

At the moment when the nine phoenixes flew together and arrived, they landed high above the Giant City, circling the Sin Jun Hall and hovering.

Along with Qian Jin Hua's sentence, in the suddenly rising sound of gears, the entire outwardly luxurious Sin Jun Hall's roof lifted open, the walls fell down, and all the furnishings inside the hall dispersed, blooming like a lotus.

In the center of the lotus was Huang Jin Mo seated on the throne and Qian Jin Hua standing alone in the middle of the hall.

Just in front of Qian Jin Hua, the ground tiles retreated with a crackling sound, exposing a square pool underneath. In the pool surged not clear waves and turbulent flow, but burning molten iron water. The outermost layer was bright golden orange, and the core had a faint blood-like dark red, as if living creatures were swimming in it.

Qian Jin Hua said loudly: "Do not approach! Today Qian Jin Hua dies willingly and completely, with no blame on anyone. All Mohist disciples, do not hold hate for me!"

He said again: "After I die, Lu Mao Guan will succeed as Giant Zi. The Mohists' wealth is already abundant and can support his nobility."

Then he slapped his forehead with one palm. His Dao body thus collapsed and plunged directly into the iron pool.

A generation of Giant Zi, the Mohist Sect Master, an absolute peak powerhouse in the absolute peak forest, only said these two segments of words, then decisively went to his death.

He died too easily, too decisively, so that this scene felt very unreal.

The entire Giant City was deathly silent.

Everyone who hated him and loved him was silent.

Huang Jin Mo sat there fixedly, watching the ripples in the iron pool slowly dissipate and Qian Jin Hua's remains all swallowed up. There was no pleasure of a great vengeance avenged in her heart. On the contrary, her accumulated hate, her heart's humiliation, instead tied into a dead knot.

She didn't know what to do.

She didn't know what else to do.

The Mohist Giant Zi had died. No matter how great the sin, it had been repaid.

She raised her head and looked at the sky. The magnificent chapter of the nine phoenixes together in the sky made her feel an unprecedented loss.

"Girl." The high and ethereal, sky-blue beautiful phoenix, Kong Yuan, opened its mouth and said: "Qian Jin Hua knew what he was doing was wrong, but he insisted on doing it. Because he wanted to complete the 'Qi Shen Plan' for the previous generation Giant Zi, Rao Xian Sun."

The Mohist "Qi Shen Plan" was personally initiated by Rao Xian Sun in the third year of his debate with Xu Yuan, which was Dao Calendar 1995.

Its ultimate purpose was to manufacture True Monarch level puppets, to mass-produce absolute peak powerhouses!

But up to now, this plan had only succeeded in producing three Zhen Ren level puppets. The input was huge, the harvest sparse, almost dragging down the Mohist Sect.

Qian Jin Hua's life was completely contrary to Rao Xian Sun's, but he took over the buried Qi Shen Plan, which was Rao Xian Sun's lifetime honor, and even filled in a lifetime for it!

If you said Qian Jin Hua was a true Mohist, he was again full of copper stench, knowing he was wrong and continuing to be wrong.

If you said Qian Jin Hua was not a true Mohist, but "ideals are located, advance successively," that was exactly the spirit of the Mohists.

As the leader of the Mohists, the head of a contemporary renowned school, he had been scolded for so many years, been pointed at the nose more than once, yet he had never explained anything.

Even at the time of his final death, he only took all responsibility and then jumped into the iron pool. Not a single word was for himself.

Humanity for ten thousand years seeks fame, yet he let praise and blame be.

He was truly a very difficult figure to evaluate, and even evaluation was completely meaningless—because he truly didn't care.

Tian Phoenix Kong Yuan continued: "Qian Jin Hua wanted to seek the source of eternal indestructible power from you to support the operation of Yan Dao level puppets. So he only captured you back to Giant City and repeatedly researched you. Now he jumped into the 'Six Yan Tian Pool,' saying it was to atone with his life, but it was more to use himself to complete the last step of refining the Yan Dao puppet—he decided to refine the absolute peak with the absolute peak, so that later generations could improve on the already achieved Yan Dao puppet basis. The road from zero to one is the hardest, and he was about to finish walking it."

"What did my father say?" Huang Jin Mo asked.

Kong Yuan said: "Mountain Sea Dao Master said—the Qi Shen Plan can be considered a great ideal, but not a great price."

This only beautiful to the extreme phoenix, with its sky-blue eyes, indifferently overlooked the entire Giant City and said in an indifferent voice: "If you want revenge... killing Qian Jin Hua doesn't count as revenge, only destroying his ideal counts."

"Is there still a 'but'?" Huang Jin Mo asked.

Kong Yuan said: "But he is already dead, very thoroughly dead. No matter what revenge you take on him, it cannot make him feel pain. Destroying the Qi Shen Plan or destroying the Giant City will only destroy the efforts of several generations of Mohists, which is completely meaningless to Qian Jin Hua himself—Girl, this is rational analysis. You have emotional freedom. Mountain Sea Dao Master will support you unreservedly."

Huang Jin Mo asked: "Where is my father now?"

Kong Yuan said: "He has more important things to do."

Huang Jin Mo once hated this sentence very much, when she was only in her early teens. She didn't understand why her father always had very important things, always had "more important" things, and was always busy outside.

She wanted to see exactly what was the most important thing.

The price for finally getting the answer was her father's death. Who could have thought? The death of a generation's heaven's proud son, Huang Wei Zhen, was caused only by a naughty child's incomprehension.

Huang Wei Zhen took a very long time to return, and Huang Jin Mo also took a very long time to grow up.

Today, over nine hundred years later, she heard this sentence again.

She only said: "Good. I know."

Shi Phoenix Jia Xuan leisurely opened its mouth: "Then on the Giant City side..."

"I will forever be unable to forgive what the Mohists did to me. I will forever hate Qian Jin Hua. But Qian Jin Hua is already dead. I think we all have more important things." Huang Jin Mo finally stood up from that luxurious throne and stepped onto the back of the sky-blue phoenix.

Kong Yuan let out a long cry, carrying her far away.