Chapter 105: It's Not Up to You

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Upon hearing Wang Changsheng inquire about Chen Shangyi's condition, Zhang Yi's face grew grave.

“What’s wrong?” Wang Changsheng immediately asked upon seeing Zhang Yi’s expression. “Speak up!”

“This… this…” Zhang Yi hesitated, clearly struggling to find the right words.

“Steward Wang!”

Just as Zhang Yi pondered how to respond, the young maiden from the Shangyang Li family slowly approached.

“What is it?” Wang Changsheng asked sternly.

Wang Changsheng bore no goodwill toward the young maiden from the Shangyang Li family.

The battle was nearly over, and Chen Shangyi had employed the secret corpse-refining technique. Moreover, Xu Bo had recognized that Chen Shangyi was using this forbidden art, confirming that Wang Changsheng and his group were undeniably cultivators from the Corpse Refining Sect.

Only cultivators from the Corpse Refining Sect would wield such forbidden methods!

Yet the young maiden had never chosen to let Xu Bo intervene. Wang Changsheng’s anger was understandable—Xu Bo was a peak Golden Core expert, and had he stepped in, Chen Shangyi and his companions would not have ended up in such dire straits.

Furthermore, these intruders had come originally to cause trouble for the Shangyang Li family, disguising themselves as members of the Corpse Refining Sect, and had just happened to encounter Wang Changsheng and the others aboard the Cloud Vessel.

These coincidences had led to the maiden’s suspicion of Wang Changsheng and mistrust toward the Corpse Refining Sect.

Wang Changsheng had not forgotten that this trip to the Li family was not only to seek his second uncle’s whereabouts, nor merely for his own sake. This trial also carried a mission: to forge an alliance with the Shangyang Li family.

If this misunderstanding deepened, causing the Li family to believe the Corpse Refining Sect harbored ill intent, and if Wang Changsheng and his party could not prove otherwise, then finding his second uncle might be out of the question; at the very least, the alliance with the Shangyang Li family would be impossible.

Of course, the root cause of this predicament was their lack of strength.

The maiden’s attitude clearly indicated that if Wang Changsheng and the others failed to prove their identity, or to demonstrate that the attackers were impostors, they would be the first targets of Xu Bo’s assault.

A peak Golden Core expert was truly not to be trifled with.

“Steward Wang,” the maiden said gravely, “given the circumstances, I think they should no longer go to the Li family. Once we reach the Outer Court, we can arrange for them to rest there, allowing time for recovery.”

“As for you,” she added coldly, “after settling them, you will return with me to the Li family.”

“To the Li family?” Wang Changsheng’s tone turned stern. “No, I’m not going.”

“You saw it yourself—my comrades are gravely injured, especially Shangyi. His condition remains uncertain. I must take them back to the Corpse Refining Sect!” Wang Changsheng said firmly. “After I ensure their safety there, I will visit the Shangyang Li family.”

Chen Shangyi and the others were in critical condition. For now, the only solution was to send them back to the Sect for care. Otherwise, Wang Changsheng could not trust their safety anywhere else.

“No!” the maiden’s voice was cold. “You have no say in this.”

“Steward Wang, you must come with me to the Li family,” she insisted. “Once there, you’ll report to Grand Patriarch Yunqing. If what you said earlier was false, then you need not worry about them anymore—first, worry about yourself!”

“Don’t!” Wang Changsheng’s expression darkened.

The maiden gave him no chance to refuse, especially since Wang’s claims involved the sole elder of the Shangyang Li family, a matter she could not take lightly.

Wang Changsheng understood—he was being forced to go.

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Wang Changsheng wanted to resist, but looking at himself and then at the Corpse Refining Sect disciples, he did not know what leverage he had to fight back.

Before their injuries, Chen Shangyi and the others were no match for Xu Bo. Now, with Chen Shangyi severely wounded and unconscious, they were even more outmatched.

This ordeal had made Wang Changsheng realize that every decision he made could result in harm to the Sect’s disciples.

“Rest assured, Steward Wang,” the maiden said, “the Outer Court belongs to the Shangyang Li family. There will be no problem arranging their care there.”

With that, she led Xu Bo and turned to depart.

“Hmph!”

Watching their retreating figures, Wang Changsheng could only snort coldly, powerless to act.

“Return to your rooms and rest!” he ordered the Sect disciples sternly. “Everyone is seriously injured. Recuperate first; we will deal with the rest later.”

With that, Wang Changsheng lifted Chen Shangyi’s coffin and headed to his room.

“It seems, this time I have no choice but to go,” Wang Changsheng murmured with a heavy heart.

Zhang Yi carried Zhang Cunzong’s coffin, another Sect disciple bore Li Song’s coffin. All three coffins were placed in Wang Changsheng’s room.

“Zhang Yi, wait a moment!”

Seeing Zhang Yi about to leave, Wang Changsheng called out immediately.

“Steward Wang…” Zhang Yi’s voice trembled slightly. “Do you have further instructions?”

Zhang Yi’s unease stemmed not from fear but from uncertainty about how to report the situation.

“Tell me, what is Shangyi’s condition now?” Wang Changsheng asked urgently.

“I… I’m not entirely sure,” Zhang Yi replied after some thought.

“You’re not sure?” Wang Changsheng frowned in disbelief. “How is that possible? How can you not know?”

“Truly, Steward Wang!” Zhang Yi explained, “we placed Zhang Cunzong and Li Song in coffins because they were still salvageable, though severely injured.”

“As for you guarding Brother Chen, we never called you over before because…” Zhang Yi’s expression faltered.

“Because what? Speak!” Wang Changsheng pressed impatiently. “There’s no one else here; what is there to hide?”

Zhang Yi glanced at Chen Shangyi’s coffin, clenched his teeth, and said, “Because we all thought Brother Chen was dead.”

“What?” Wang Changsheng sprang to his feet.

“Yes,” Zhang Yi nodded. “At the time, we believed Brother Chen had died. We never expected him to be so resilient.”

Chen Shangyi’s shoulder wounds were grave, but his most fatal injury was in the lower abdomen. A Golden Core cultivator’s every strike contains immense true energy.

Judging by the wound on his abdomen, Chen Shangyi’s internal organs were likely shattered.

Combined with continuous bloodshed and untreated injuries, his condition worsened due to excessive blood loss. When Chen Shangyi was on the brink of death, his words led everyone to believe he had no chance of survival.

Moreover, when Chen Shangyi closed his eyes, his aura was indeed fading.

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They never imagined that Chen Shangyi would awaken at the last moment, revealing he was still alive.

“How long will it take for Shangyi to recover from these injuries?” Wang Changsheng asked immediately.

“This time, Brother Chen’s potential has been almost completely drained. Compared to Zhang Cunzong and Li Song, his injuries are much more severe. I estimate at least ten years,” Zhang Yi replied.

“Ten years? That long?” Wang Changsheng was shocked.

He himself had only been in the cultivation world for a decade or two, and yet Chen Shangyi’s recovery would require such a lengthy period.

“That’s assuming good fortune!” Zhang Yi considered. “Given the severity of the wounds and Brother Chen’s use of corpse-refining techniques, it could take even longer…”

“Maybe twenty years…”

“Or even more. Worse still, it might be impossible for him to reach Golden Core now…”

Zhang Yi could not definitively determine how long Chen Shangyi’s recovery would take.

After all, Chen Shangyi’s cultivation surpassed Zhang Yi’s, and Zhang Yi had never undergone corpse-refining himself. This estimate was based on records from the Sect’s ancient masters.

Wang Changsheng’s face clouded with thought.

He had not expected Chen Shangyi’s recovery to require so long.

“Steward Wang, I’ll return to heal,” Zhang Yi said.

Wang Changsheng nodded. “Go. Check on the other brothers as well.”

Zhang Yi nodded and left the room.

Once alone, Wang Changsheng settled cross-legged, gazing at the three coffins with helplessness in his eyes.

“Our cultivation is too low…” he sighed inwardly.

Had he possessed Golden Core cultivation, or at least the Transformation Realm, perhaps he could have helped.

Chen Shangyi’s bone sword attack had forced Li Song into vulnerability, allowing the Golden Core expert to strike Chen’s abdomen severely.

If Wang Changsheng had Transformation Realm cultivation and could fly, he might have aided Li Song, easing the pressure so Chen Shangyi would not have had to intervene.

This would have greatly improved Chen Shangyi’s condition.

“I hope what Zhang Mingyuan said is true. Otherwise... the consequences will be unimaginable…” Wang Changsheng pondered.

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