Chapter 39: When Swallows Arrive, New Society is Born

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Extreme, stifling silence.

There was silence. No one spoke, no one moved.

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It seems like no one dares to believe that the person who stands up can be truly safe.

Who would believe the promises of a demon Who dares to believe

A woman wearing a faceless mask, with her arms crossed, seems quite pleased with the current atmosphere.

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The more uneasy she became, the more frightened she was, the more satisfied she felt.

“I like that you don’t listen, because that way I can kill more of you!” she said cheerfully.

“Alright then, I’ll count to three. If no one steps forward by the time I reach three, I’ll start killing again. One by one. Who dies first and who dies last is up to luck!”

Whether you like it or not, that's the decision!

She clapped her hands and immediately began to count.

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“One!”

“Two!”

"I, I am a descendant of the Chi clan!"

Before the first "san" sound could be finished, someone couldn't take the pressure any longer and stood up with a trembling voice. "My surname is Chi," they said, their voice weak from fear.

"That's great!" The woman seemed very pleased.

"Come over here!" She pointed her finger, drawing an imaginary circle on the open ground: "All people surnamed Feng and Chi, come to this side. Be quick, I have a mission for you!"

“Don’t be afraid. Afraid of what” she said. “If I wanted to kill you, why would I pick you out specifically, wouldn’t I”

This sentence is more logically sound and much more persuasive.

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Then, four more people stood up immediately. One of these four was Zong Shouchengyue, the only remaining high-level figure in Qingyun Pavilion.

He insisted on not being the first to act, nor to test the waters, but after judging the situation, he immediately took action.

In a difficult situation, always make the most advantageous choice possible.

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He emerged first, followed by seven or eight more disciples from the two lineages of Fong Chi.

However, more people are still hesitating and struggling.

"You!"

The woman looked around, then pointed at Feng Yue and said, "I heard them call you... the head of Qingyun Pavilion, right"

“Yes, yes, yes.” Feng Yue nodded obediently and actively expressed his obedience: “I’m also surnamed Feng!”

"Very good." The woman nodded again in approval, her voice much softer now: "I presume you know everyone here at Qianyunting"

“Let me introduce myself,” Feng Yue said confidently. “I’m quite familiar with this place!”

"Ha! Couldn't be better! As for the young men from the Feng and Chi families, some are quite shy. I wouldn't want to go looking for them myself, that would be too much work. Women who work too hard age easily..."

The woman's topic went off on a tangent for a moment, then suddenly returned: "Can you point them out to me I need to get something done, and I need their help. But there aren't enough people right now."

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Feng Yue answered resolutely: "Please rest assured, I'll take care of this!"

Though his sect was facing annihilation, it seemed to have no effect on his mood.

Like at the Wining Hou's mansion, like many times before, he did not cherish his pride.

The preciousness of life surpasses those cheap emotions.

He understood this principle a long time ago.

He walked into the crowd.

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"You! You! You!"

One by one, he called out the names of all the cultivators from both the Feng and Chi veins, completely ignoring the pleading or resentful looks in their eyes.

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He sees very clearly who's feelings matter and who's don't.

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“Lord Zong Shou!”

Just as he was sifting through the crowd, a young man leered at him: "This fairy wants all the disciples of both Fengchi and Liangu, what about your son"

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This young man's expression was furious, his eyes sullen. He clearly had deep feelings for the sect, and his actions were highly disapproved of. With great courage and hatred, he used words as daggers, stabbing at him.

"Fairy" Before Feng Yue could respond, the woman wearing a faceless mask suddenly giggled. "This young man has such a sweet mouth."

"Come come come," she beckoned, "come over here to sister."

This was a handsome young man, his face full of surprise and uncertainty. He had only acted out of anger and resentment, fueled by a sudden burst of courage, seizing the opportunity to vent his feelings towards Feng Yue and drag his son down with him.

How come countless cultivators were slaughtered at the sect, with so many people here awaiting judgment, but the son of the one who guarded the Yuezong sect is nowhere to be found, hiding far away

But unexpectedly, the fairy's words caught the attention of that female demon.

It's pitiful, he didn't have any ideas. But he couldn't just blurt out "that she-devil," could he

He was terrified, but he dared not disobey. He could only shuffle and creep towards that direction.

However, even the longest road eventually comes to an end.

He finally walked up to the witch's presence.

A woman wearing a faceless mask carefully looked him over, as if appraising merchandise. Then, she pulled him behind her with a jerk: “Stay here,” she said, “Sister will take care of you.”

Young people felt a moment of relaxation throughout their entire body. The sense of fear that had been pressing down on their hearts shifted and loosened, giving their heartbeat some room to slow. It was like... safety!

For some reason, he seemed to suddenly stop hating Feng Yue.

Seeing this person so easily gain the favor of the female demon lord, the other disciples present couldn't help but feel moved. While being obsequious and subservient was undoubtedly humiliating, compared to their lives...

“This goddess, I actually have something to say too!” A male disciple flatteringly ran over, his face full of smiles. All the flattering words he could think of poured into his throat.

But only halfway there.

Click!

A woman wearing a faceless mask had already twisted his head, leaving the corpse limp and powerless.

"She sneered and said, “With such an ugly face, you dare to flirt with me!”

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She shimmered and returned to her original position, saying slowly, "Only talented people can speak sweet nothings. Those who try to imitate them are fools. A man should have something unique about him; those who blindly follow others make me annoyed!"

A few handsome male disciples, at that time, immediately withdrew their feet.

This she-devil's mood swings are extreme, the risk of approaching her is too great.

Feng Yue was called upon to choose two disciples from the Fengchi lineage. Zheng Fei and Li Shou, however, were no longer vying over who was more terrifying. One sat on one side, watching this woman perform with amusement, occasionally whispering to each other, happily discussing something.

It's like a casual chat among friends, all that's missing is someone with a bowl and chopsticks.

As for that young man with blood-red eyes, he remained standing, solitary and alone. He said nothing, showed no expression, only the heart he held in his hand was gone.

That mask without any features, in this kind of night, was actually even more terrifying. But the woman's voice was gentle at this moment, she turned her head to look at the young man behind her: "You are still good. You are much better than them. What is your name"

“Liang... Liang Jiǔ.”

Another fellow disciple was killed right before our eyes, slaughtered like a chicken with no room to resist.

The young man trembled a little, but still mustered his courage and said: "Fairy sister, what should I call you"

"Her name is Swallow." Zheng Fei said suddenly.

"Well, a good name," Liang Jiu said. Although he didn't know what was good about it, in Wenxi County, if you shouted "Swallow," hundreds of people would probably answer.

But a sweet mouth doesn't deceive.

"Don't call me that." Yanzi looked at him. "Just call me sister."

"Good. Sister." Liang Jiulian hurriedly replied.

"Good boy," Swallow seemed to smile, then turned back to Feng Yue: "My little wild one asked you a question, why don't you answer"

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Feng Yue was not nervous at all, but instead calmly looked at Liang Jiu and said in a strange tone: "My son, Ming'er, has always been good friends with you. Shouldn't you know that he went to the front line of Weining to await orders under General Wei Didn't you forget because you were too nervous and scared just now"

As soon as the alarm sounded at the mountain gate, he judged that the situation was not optimistic. He immediately handed over the key to the secret vault stored by Feng surname to Feng Ming, and asked Feng Ming to hide. Before disaster struck, they discussed in their own secret room how to participate in the front line and join Wei Ning's command for a long time. He was certain that no one had seen Feng Ming, so he dared to lie in front of so many people.

And he didn't explain to the female demon named Swallow, but directly asked Liang Jiu, which added a few more points of conviction to his words.

If Liang Jiu was smart, he should take this opportunity to deflect the question. He could simply say that he had forgotten, and the matter would be smoothly brushed aside. After all, if the female demon head asked him where Feng Ming was, he wouldn't know either, creating unnecessary risks.

Moreover, he casually mentioned Weninghou in his speech, without any intention of using Weninghou as a bargaining chip to provoke the other party's displeasure.

But if one is truly considering the implications of a situation, they would not overlook this point.

This simple sentence alone already reveals his shrewdness and cunning.

Given the current circumstances, he has done his best to address the crisis within his capabilities.

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But he overestimated Liang Jiǔ's courage.

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The woman named Swallow hadn't even opened her mouth before Liang Jiu blurted out, "I don't know! He didn't tell me! I'm telling the truth!"

"It's probably military intelligence, and the higher-ups won't let him talk about it." Feng Yue replied calmly, "When he went to the front lines, he was indeed very rushed."

"Impossible!"

The man with blood-red eyes suddenly spoke, “I’ve been guarding the mountain below all this time. Today, absolutely no one will leave alive!”

"Then," the swallow asked Liang Jiu again, "Did you see his son yesterday"

Liang Jiu didn't hesitate, nor did he dare to, only saying, "I saw it."

"Hmph." Yan Zi turned her head and glared at Feng Yue, her voice turning icy cold. "You dare to deceive this old lady"

“I can explain!” Feng Yue immediately said, “Perhaps this esteemed one did not notice, at the time military intelligence was urgent, my son he actually snuck from the back mountain…”

But his explanation cut short, his eyes wide and bloodshot, he gasped for breath.

The celestial towers in the distant sky gradually dimmed, and the five internal palaces collapsed one after another. The Heavenly Palace completely disintegrated.

He still had countless excuses at his fingertips, countless meticulously crafted reasons, but there was no way he could say them anymore.

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The swallow retracted its hand from his head.

"I hate these men's explanations the most."

She said angrily, "It's always all talk and no action. You think he writes a long article with all these anecdotes, but when you read it through, it's just like farting!"

The title comes from Yan Shu's "Broken Array Zi": Swallows come when the new society is established, and pear blossoms fall after Qingming.ere, let me bring someone from your village as a guide. This way you contribute both manpower and supplies, and the rest is left to us brothers who eat this bowl of rice with our swords! What do you s...