Transcending the Nine Heavens

Chu Yang slowly raised his head. Han Xiaoran’s face instantly turned grim as looked at Chu Yang.

Chu Yang’s face was ghastly pale. He looked like he had just woken up from a nightmare. Forcing a smile, he said, "Old brother, you’ve sure enough come in time."

Han Xiaoran sighed softly, "Do you feel bad in your heart?"

Chu Yang nodded as he smiled bitterly, "Yes. The three of them had sought for their own demise; I also killed people before, but this time, I’m seeking revenge on them... But, I don’t feel good as I looked at them dying before myself."

Han Xiaoran smiled knowingly and said, "I understand this feeling. You don’t feel good because you... are still a person and not a brute like Chu Tenghu!"

Chu Yang smiled bitterly and said, "I originally thought that I’m merciless and had utter disregard for human lives. I didn’t expect that it’s not the case."

Han Xiaoran was silent for a while and said, "Actually, everyone is merciless and has no regard towards human lives. Everyone sees all sentient beings as nothing!"

"Just like in the world we are in now, there are hundreds of thousands or millions of people who are dying every day! But for those who had died, they’re just a number in our eyes. We don’t have feelings towards them."

"But once accidents happened to the people around us, or they were killed, or died out of illnesses, we would often feel uneasy for years."

"This is human nature!"

"Chu Feilong was heinous in dealing with you and your father unscrupulously for all these years. But... as long as your surname is Chu, and no matter whether you return to your clan or otherwise, you would have a strange and subtle feeling when dealing with him."

"This has nothing to do with hatred."

"It’s kinship," Han Xiaoran said.

"Kinship?" Chu Yang wanted to snort, but he couldn’t. He said, "What kinship do I have with him?"

"This kinship comes from your blood relationship! You’ve thought that there’s none, but it’s not that there’s really none," Han Xiaoran laughed, "Blood relationship is a very wonderful thing. Because you’re surnamed Chu."

Chu Yang sank into deep thoughts and he said, "Are you saying... I’ve understood."

Han Xiaoran looked at Chu Yang smilingly, "Oh?"

Chu Yang smiled and said, "Chu Feilong and I are just like this. As long as he is alive, I’ll think of all means to kill him. But after I killed him, the reason I feel uneasy is that no matter how evil he was, he’s after all the biological son of my grandfather, and the blood brother of my father! This is kinship."

Han Xiaoran stroked Chu Yang’s shoulder warmly and said, "That’s right. Although this relation is indirect, it’s genuinely kinship. You’re feeling uneasy now not because of Chu Feilong, but because he is your uncle! This is an immutable fact, no matter whether there’s hatred between both of you. As long as kinship exists, regardless of how he betrays and harms you, it can’t be extinguished. It can only be changed from warmth to pain, just like you’re now."

Chu Yang nodded and felt as if he had suddenly understood something.

Han Xiaoran said deeply, "Kinship, haha. Even if it’s Chu Feilong, it’s no lesser in him than anyone else. Before he died, he was thinking of the safety of his son. This is kinship, isn’t it?"

Chu Yang sighed deeply.

Han Xiaoran said, "I’ve been a law-enforcement officer for many years. All the people that I had killed were villains, and all are worth to die more than once! But... all of them were extremely sentimentally attached to their families, if they had one. Before they died, knowing that they had no hope to live on, they would all plead me to arrange for their families. How could kinship be changed by good or evil?"

Chu Yang fully agreed with Han Xiaoran and said, "Yes. There’s love in the hearts of kind people. But for those bad ones, it doesn’t mean that their hearts are desolated!"

"Yes! You’re good at saying this. So, after I killed them, I’ll only keep 80% of their fortune, while I’ll leave the remaining 20% for their families," Han Xiaoran sighed, "If law-enforcement officers don’t show pity and respect to the common men, law enforcement would only become a privilege." ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novelenglish.net . Fire(.)nᴇt

Chu Yang said sincerely, "Old brother, you’re really compassionate and benevolent in your law enforcement."

Han Xiaoran smiled comfortingly, saying, "This is exactly the support that makes me feel that my conscience is clear."

Chu Yang smiled.

"I shall tell you a story," Han Xiaoran smiled and said.

"Okay," Chu Yang knew that whatever that was spoken from this kind of experts would have a lasting appeal and profound meaning.

Since Han Xiaoran chose to tell this story at this moment, he definitely had his own intentions.

"Once there was a third stage Martial Monarch whose name I shan’t say here," there’s a sense of recollection in his eyes, "He is so obsessed with learning martial arts that he left out his newly-wedded wife, leading his wife to have an affair with his best friend. This caused a huge change in his temperament. He became villainous and killed his best friend, while confined his wife for 90 years!"

"In these 90 years, he didn’t even allow his wife to die. He also didn’t allow his wife to die out of sickness. In the end, he ended in my hands. Do you know what’s his last request to me when he was about to die?"

Chu Yang asked, "What?"

Han Xiaoran let out a long sigh, "Before he died, he pleaded me to let off his wife, and give all his life fortune to her. Then, he entrusted me to seek for his forgiveness from his wife, and say that he was sorry for her his whole life."

Han Xiaoran smiled a bit bitterly, saying, "So, is this man spineless, or is he too pathetic, mortified, wicked or merciless?"

Chu Yang smiled bitterly.

This question was really not easy to answer.

Confining his wife for 90 years could be said to be wicked. But his whole life was ruined because of this, so he could be said to be pathetic. When he was about to die, he actually pleaded for the forgiveness of the woman who had betrayed him, so he could be said to be mortified...

Who knew the pain that such a man suffered his whole life?

If he didn’t love his wife, how would he confine her for 90 years? Wouldn’t killing her be more efficient? He didn’t kill her because of love. But if he didn’t hate his wife, why would he confine her for 90 years? Confining her was because of loathe.

Who could differentiate clearly between love and hate?

Chu Yang mulled over this story. This ordinary, yet dismal story gave people an inexplicable feeling. Love and hate were implicated with each other, and this really made people feel gloomy and dejected.

"This person can’t let go of himself," Chu Yang sighed.

"Let go?! Can’t let go?!" Han Xiaoran shouted in a deep voice. This voice sounded like thunder in this small yet blood-filled space.

Chu Yang shuddered, and suddenly felt enlightened. A cold feeling poured down from above his head and he said, "Yes! The key is to let go! And take everything easy!"

"When one is supposed to let go of something, then let it go!" Han Xiaoran smiled comfortingly, saying, "It will be painful if one doesn’t let it go. If one lets it go, everything will become clear. Actually, letting go or otherwise depends on whether one wants to torture himself. Do you want to torture yourself?"

"That’s right! Let go if I’m supposed to do it!" Chu Yang laughed, and felt his mood to become clear and comforted, "How am I, Chu Yang, that kind of fool who tortures himself?!"

Han Xiaoran also smiled happily. Seeing that Chu Yang had resolved the matter that had gnawed his heart, he laughed out, "Yes, it’s good for you to understand this. Since you’re not a fool, let’s go. I’ll accompany you to have some drink."

"What about... the corpses?" Chu Yang hesitated for a while. He was thinking what the clan’s reaction would be if he sent the corpses back.

"You’re not fit to go home now," Han Xiaoran said, "If you bring back the corpses now, then no matter whether you’re innocent or not, it would be a huge blow to your family!"

"I’ll help you handle this matter well," Han Xiaoran said, "There’s Sha Xinliang to deal with them. No matter how reluctant or uncomfortable you are tonight, you can’t go back home."

He smiled, adding, "Even if I’m with you, you can’t go back."

"Then what should we say to the clan?" Chu Yang asked.

"They were killed by Ye Wubo!" Han Xiaoran said, "This has nothing to do with you."

Chu Yang smiled bitterly, "Old brother, you’ve circumvented the law for the sake of me, and you also gave perjury."

Han Xiaoran smiled, and said, "Not only that, but I’ve also helped a tyrant in his evil deeds!"

"Huh?" Chu Yang questioned.

"Bring him in!" Han Xiaoran turned around and shouted softly.

Qin Baoshan, who had never appeared, strode in. In his hands was a person who looked just like a dead dog. Qin Baoshan turned over his hands, and the person in his hands turned around his face. His eyes were closed. It was obvious that he had fainted.

Chu Tenghu!

Chu Yang didn’t see Qin Baoshan all this time. It turned out that he had gone to arrest Chu Tenghu.

Chu Yang’s eyes looked cold and sharp!

A murderous intent surged from his heart.

Chu Yang had long made up his mind to kill this wicked and shameless Chu Tenghu who had killed both his father and brother!

At this moment, seeing Chu Tenghu appearing before himself, he couldn’t contain the rage in himself any further.

"If little brother doesn’t dare to lay your hands, I can do it for you," Han Xiaoran smiled, "Of course, you can also keep him if you want to."

"No!" Chu Yang raised his brows and gritted his teeth, "I may still have some feelings towards humans. I’ll feel sorrow for those whom I’d killed. But towards this kind of heartless brute that is even worse than pigs or dogs, where can I place my conscience if I don’t lay my hands on him?"

Qin Baoshan shouted, "Little brother, you’re right! Catch it!" Shaking his hands, he threw Chu Tenghu over.

With a slam, Chu Tenghu fell onto the ground. But at the same time, he recovered his consciousness. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Chu Yang, and he couldn’t help but quiver, "Chu Yang?"

Chu Yang stared at him coldly. He kicked that blood-stained sword up and held it in his hands. The sword flashed.

On it was Chu Feilong’s blood and Chu Tengjiao’s blood!

The blood flashed.

Chu Tenghu was horrified, "Big..."

Not waiting for him to finish saying, the sword in Chu Yang’s hands had already stabbed decisively into Chu Tenghu’s throat. There’s no hesitation at all.

Chu Yang didn’t even wait for Chu Tenghu to finish saying ’big brother’, because Chu Yang felt that if he was being called a ’big brother’ by this brute, he would be so disgusted and throw up on the spot!

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