02x11 - Episode 11

[bunniefuu]

hurry up!

Wait!

This way, this way!

Hya, Hya

Your Highness.

Should we take off his mask?

Since I couldn't see his true face in life.

Then there's no need to in death.

Close the coffin!

Who...

who's there...

I'm sorry.

San Lang,

I'm so sorry.

I think I might have gone mad.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

My bad.

No,

it's my fault!

Everything's a mess,

an absolute disaster!

You're not at fault.

k*ll Emperor Yong An,

protect the remnants of Xianle.

k*ll Lord Anle,

end the feuds between the two clans.

And finally,

die by Lang Qianqiu's hand,

avenging the m*rder*r.

Three lives

sacrificed for lasting peace.

I would

do the same.

Trust me,

you're not in the wrong.

Nobody could do better than you.

I

just feel like that was wrong.

Those who genuinely extended goodwill

shouldn't end up like this.

Even if it's fake,

at least I want Qianqiu to believe...

Forge ahead doing the right thing,

and good results will follow.

Instead of the way things are now.

Everything's turned into lies,

into deceptive

nonsense!

I'm sorry.

I'm fed up with myself.

I just don't want others to go through it again.

But look at the world.

How absurd.

The previous generations of the Yong An

dynasty all had a peaceful ending despite all their backpedaling.

But when it came to Lang Qianqiu's parents' generation,

all they wanted was to fix things,

make a significant change!

And this is what they get.

I can't forget.

That final fatal strike.

Forget it.

That's on Qi Rong and Lord Anle.

Everything was going fine in the first place.

When Lang Qianqiu's father took the throne,

he changed the trend of suppressing Xianle's remnants.

People from Xianle and Yong An slowly accepted each other,

and things started looking up.

But why...

Anle.

Do you realize the grave mistake you've made?

So, you're the Imperial Preceptor!

You hid it so well!

Now,

we can work together to achieve great things!

After this Golden Feast,

we'll go eliminate Lang Qianqiu!

Stirring up chaos in Yong An,

never-ending turmoil!

But,

k*lling is still k*lling.

Even if there are all sorts of lofty reasons,

no matter how much it's "unavoidable,"

it doesn't change the fact.

Qi Rong had a point.

I'm pretty much a failure.

Don't believe those words of a loser.

Other than being hard to k*ll and quick on his feet,

he hasn't amounted to much

in eight hundred years.

He can't even get a foot in the door.

So you're saying.

Am I also...

Seeing Lang Qianqiu again

and realizing he's still the straightforward person

he used to be is somewhat comforting.

But after this clash,

I wonder how he'll change.

After chasing down Qi Rong,

when he comes back, how will he settle things with me?

There might be

quite a few living people in this lair.

Let's rescue them first.

Alright.

Run!

We're, we're almost there.

Please,

this way, please.

This is the last group.

Just up ahead.

Let them go.

Yes, yes.

Someone is coming to save us?

They're letting us out!

Come on out.

Quick,

let's go, hurry!

By the way,

San Lang.

The Golden Feast.

At first, I thought it was orchestrated solely by Lord Anle,

but I didn't realize it was Qi Rong pulling the strings behind the scenes.

And how did you find out?

When did you know about it?

Not that early.

I've had a few encounters with Qi Rong

and understand his background and tactics.

Those several assassination attempts on the Yong An Imperial Family

by Xianle's remnants were orchestrated by him,

but he kept it well hidden.

So, he has a history.

If the Heavenly Court finds out

he's meddling with human affairs,

he won't be spared.

And the bloodbath at the Luxurious Golden Hall aligns

with Qi Rong's typical approach.

So, I initially thought

the Imperial Preceptor Fangxin was his pawn.

But...

Lang Qianqiu pointed at the Imperial Preceptor Fangxin being you,

so Fangxin couldn't possibly be aligned with Qi Rong.

San Lang.

It seems he is quite aware of the history

and conflicts between me

and Qi Rong.

That's why I lean more toward Qi Rong

being the mastermind,

or at the very least,

the one who made the first move.

Xianle and Yong An are of the same origin after all.

Once the ordinary remnants of Xianle

see an improvement in their circumstances,

they won't be fixated on revenge and restoring their nation.

And the only one Qi Rong could incite to cause chaos

was

the sole remaining heir of Xianle's royal family at the time:

Lord Anle.

It's quite coincidental that this person inexplicably

passed away not long after the Golden Feast.

Such a strange coincidence.

Doesn't that raise suspicions?

So, our preliminary deduction is

that the Xianle’s royal family k*lled him,

yet the remnants of Xianle weren't

affected by any consequences.

That doesn't make sense.

After thinking it through,

this seems to be the only plausible conclusion.

With so few clues,

it's impressive that you managed to come up with such a close guess.

It's not that hard.

It's just a matter of knowing enough.

You do seem to know quite a bit.

However. There's a very important premise in all of this.

Why do you trust so firmly

that Qi Rong

was the one behind the Golden Feast?

It's not that I firmly believe it was him.

I just firmly believe

it wasn't you.

Why?

Because of your reasoning for the bloodbath at the Golden Feast.

Emperor Yong An ruled diligently

and was well-liked by the people,

yet you claim you

"can't stand to see them in those positions."

It's quite the standard declaration of a usurper.

But when it comes from you,

it's just a shoddy self-accusation.

Self-accusation?

But what if deep down in my heart,

I really do think that way?

So what if you do?

You wouldn't act on it.

San Lang.

Actually,

I'm not what you imagine.

You...

You can say it,

no problem.

Don't idealize someone too much.

It's fine if you only view them from afar for a lifetime.

But once you get close,

- But once you get close, - Screw your Prince Xianle!

Screw your Prince Xianle!

- Screw your Prince Xianle! - get to know them.

get to know them.

Your ancestors and generations have been Prince Xianle!

- Your ancestors and generations have been Prince Xianle! - Perfect illusions will

eventually shatter.

Perfect illusions will eventually shatter.

- Perfect illusions will eventually shatter. - Plague God!

- Perfect illusions will eventually shatter. - He's just a Plague God!

He's just a Plague God!

Give back the lives of my wife and children!

When that time comes,

- When that time comes, - Give back their lives!

Give back their lives!

you'll be greatly disappointed.

That's not necessarily true.

I don't care if others are disappointed or not.

But for some people.

The mere existence of someone in this world...

Is hope.

San Lang,

who are you really?

You know who Qi Rong is,

and you know who I am.

It seems you know a lot about me.

Haven't I always known a lot?

It's not the same.

I've always had this feeling.

You

are someone from my past.

Maybe we met during my first ascension.

No,

perhaps even earlier.

San Lang.

Who are you exactly?

Have I met you before?

Oh no,

the true names of spirits are secrets,

how could I just casually tell someone!

I'm sorry,

please don't mind,

I just asked without thinking.

Actually,

it doesn't matter who you are.

I told you,

changing into a female form not only improves magical power,

but also luck!

You still refuse,

so,

did you see now,

this time you hit the mark!

Wind Master!

It's you, Your Highness the Crown Prince!

Oh my god!

Crimson Rain Sought Flower!

Did you find it?

How is it?

Feng Xin?!

Your Highness,

come over quickly!

Just talk nicely,

put away your weapons first.

Hua Cheng!

Crimson Rain Sought Flower!

You, you,

don't act recklessly.

Your Paradise Manor was accidentally b*rned,

if you have any complaints,

let's talk it out and compensate you!

His Majesty can afford the compensation.

Release His Highness the Crown Prince,

and everything will be fine.

Wind Master,

you might have misunderstood.

Actually...

What's this about...

I haven't settled the matter of the spies you placed in my hands,

and you want to negotiate terms with me?

Alright,

stop pretending.

San Lang had good intentions when he came to the Heavenly Capital to save me.

No need to conceal it.

Okay!

No more pretending.

I've already transmitted those two sentences

to the spirit communication array.

Your Highness,

good intentions can easily be misinterpreted when passed around.

Better to start with ill intentions,

and they'll believe it!

Wise words.

Indeed.

Otherwise, how could I, the Wind Master,

get by in the Heavenly Court?

General Nanyang,

put down your bow.

Put it down.

We're familiar,

no ill intent.

Your Highness,

come over here.

That person by your side is...

Hey!

Why can't anyone here listen to reason.

Put your bows down quickly.

Oh my goodness!

What are you trying to do!

I haven't asked you what you're trying to do yet!

- I haven't asked you what you're trying to do yet! - What did you you...

- I haven't asked you what you're trying to do yet! - just hit me with!

just hit me with!

He already said he was here to save His Highness the Crown Prince,

and you're still pointing arrows at him.

sh*t...

- sh*t... - If you're so eager for a fight,

- If you're so eager for a fight, - my goodness!

my goodness!

I, Wind Master, won't accompany you.

You...

you, please don't do things like this anymore!

Don't do it!

Do you hear me!

This reaction.

Isn't it a bit too much?

Don't come any closer!

Stay away from me!

Don't come any closer!

Okay, okay, okay.

You hurry up and change back!

Do you hear me?

- Do you hear me? - What's with this attitude.

What's with this attitude.

Aren't you quite the character?

Where's Qianqiu?

Isn't he in the spirit communication array?

No!

I asked him several times later,

but he didn't respond.

Normally, Qianqiu would immediately answer

even if a minor priest called him.

This time is really odd.

Crown Prince Taihua

went after Qi Rong.

This place is Qi Rong's lair.

Wait a moment.

Why!

No need for "why."

He went after the true culprit behind the Golden Feast.

The true culprit?

Really?

It's a bit complicated.

Let's go back, and I'll explain in detail.

Just as I suspected, it was a misunderstanding.

I truly has a keen insight!

Now he won't have to be confined anymore.

Alright.

Feng Xin,

Qi Rong is that Qi Rong.

Which one?

No way!

The one we all know?

Why would a spirit,

carrying their true name on their head, flaunt it everywhere?

Isn't that crazy?

You guys know the real Green Immor?

He's my younger cousin.

Impressive!

Yeah,

he's indeed quite impressive.

No,

I mean, Your Highness, you're impressive!

You see,

Martial God of the Southeast

and Martial God of the Southwest are your old acquaintances.

Martial God the East is your disciple,

the Green Lanterns Wandering At Night is your cousin.

The leader of the City of Ghost, Crimson Rain Sought Flower,

is your sworn brother!

And then there's me, Wind Master, your friend.

Isn't that impressive?

The Wind Master truly lives up to his name.

A gust of wind passes through,

and all the gloom is blown away.

Anyway, if there's nothing else,

you better hurry back to the Heavenly Capital.

You caused such a big fuss,

His Majesty's side

will need an explanation.

I thought you were straightforward,

but it turns out you b*at around the bush too.

Isn't it just telling the Crown Prince not to mix with monsters like me.

Why,

why not say it directly?

Afraid you don't have the qualification to take that stance?

He shouldn't have,

you knowing is enough.

San Lang.

I will provide an explanation,

but there are still some matters

to attend to here for now.

Thanks to San Lang's help earlier,

we managed to release the living beings trapped by Qi Rong here.

There's still a group of little ghosts left.

Once they're dealt with, I'll head up.

It's not good to delay too long.

You go up first.

Leave this to me.

Considering the efficiency of the Heavenly Court,

it'll probably take them until next month to finish.

Acting like you can wrap things up in an instant!

What's going on?

Do they have a feud?

San Lang,

why are you holding an umbrella?

Waiting.

It's about to rain...

heavily.

Where's this rain coming from?

It stopped.

This...

General Nanyang,

are you okay?

Why are you standing there like a statue?

Move and dodge a little.

Feng Xin,

are you okay?

Wipe it again

Your face got splashed.

Come over here.

What happened to the

"instant"?

Alright, alright,

your feather duster is practically smearing my face!

San Lang,

are you going back to the City of Ghost?

Weren't you planning to return to the Heavenly Capital?

However,

if you want to come with me to the City of Ghost,

I'd welcome that too.

Maybe next time.

If there's a chance,

I'll help you rebuild the the Paradise Manor.

No need for that.

It's just as good if you sit and watch.

About Qianqiu!

Regardless,

thank you.

I don't know what's right.

Perhaps.

This isn't too bad either.

Overthinking.

Just focus on doing what you need to do.