Chapter 332 – Truths and Lies (XVIII)

Chapter 332

Truths and Lies (XVIII)

It was strange.

So, so, so strange.

The more Lu Yuhan fought the strange boy, the more horrified he became–not at the prospect of being defeated, but at the realization that the boy’s talents… were boundless. In all his years of living, he had never seen anyone quite like him–not even his Master, Sage of Truth, seemed to resonate with the heavens as well as the boy did.

The old wound in him meant that Lu Yuhan rarely ever fought–not that there ever was a reason. His reputation alone was a safeguard against most troublemakers, and the few times he had to intervene, anyone who dared speak up against him had died from a single flick of his finger.

… but the boy did not.

He calmly deflected and parried, or took the strike if he couldn’t dodge, but ensuring it had missed all his vitals. But no matter how many of those tiny wounds Lu Yuhan inflicted, the boy… healed them all. As though he had an inexhaustible pile of healing pills on his person. Not just healing pills–Qi replenishing pills, too.

This entire ordeal was strange–those kids and that man… it was as though they came here with the sole purpose of going against him. But that was impossible.

His frowned deepened as, yet again, the shadow-encrusted daggers found themselves deflected; though it wasn’t a Domain, this was still his world. His dominion, even if merely an ersatz of a true one. He’d grasped Nirvana once before, and he, however briefly, basked in governing the principles of Silence, and yet the boy… endured.

Nobody else did–even as his Nirvanic Spirit was wounded and as they came in pursuit of him, they could not see through his darkness. They were as blind to it all, Masters of the Order.

But some unknown boy saw through it?

There was no way! It had to be some sort of an artifact!

He dispersed shadows throughout the encroaching darkness yet again but held them; it was beginning to ache, the old scar. Though maintaining the darkness itself wasn’t all that difficult, constantly shifting through it and using it to hide the attacks was taxing.

“You’re holding back quite a bit,” the boy spoke up, a faint smirk on his face as though he weren’t taking this fight to heart. “I somehow doubt it’s because you’re toying with me or because you’re affording me a chance of displaying all I know before dying. It begs the question… why?”

The frown deepened yet again; that boy was not normal.

No, none of them were normal. He should have killed them all the day he saw that other boy unleash an attack wholly unfitting somebody as ‘weak’ as him.

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“Who sent you?” Lu Yuhan asked. He had many enemies–both within and without the Order. After all, he, too, was once a shooting star stomping over everyone else on the way to the summit. “Was it–“

“–I will stop you right there,” the boy said. “Nobody sent me. Truth is, whether you’d believe it or not, we didn’t come here for you.” As long as he talked… it was fine. It allowed Lu Yuhan to restore a bit more Qi and slow down the flare-up. “Though, to think a city lord of some nobody-nowhere lakeside town is one of the Sages…”

“…” Lu Yuhan wasn’t surprised that the boy knew–as for how he knew… it was beyond him to know. The Order, especially in the past few centuries, wasn’t as reclusive as it used to be–just like he was sent out here, there were other members, Sages even, sent elsewhere, all for proselytizing. Their mission was beyond holy, and the dawn of its recognition was coming.

“Hm? Oh. Looks like your daughter has truly lost her mind.”