Chapter 683 - Picking Fish and Remains in the Sea of Snow
Nightfall
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Ning Que had been extremely tense and anxious since the Light of Buddha shone upon the Lanke Temple. He only managed to relax and feel safe when the Headmaster appeared on the Wilderness. However, he had not expected that his teacher would lead him into a discussion on an enigmatic topic that was suppressive and made him uneasy.
He grew anxious once more. He had finally thought of a possibility that would turn the dark world bright again, but the answer his teacher gave was cold and seemed to be leading into an even more terrifying territory. He could not bear it anymore and broke down on the spot.
He jumped up and waved his arms, yelling angrily, âHow can it be fake? The sun rises every day from the east and sets in the west. Summers in Changâan are sweltering hot. How can it be fake!â
The Headmaster was shocked by his reaction and said, âWe are only having a discussion, you donât have to be so worked up.â
Ning Que was still riled up and he said, âHow can I not be worked up? Forget about Haotian eating people. Now you want me to believe that the sun is fake. Then is this world fake as well? Donât tell me that even though Iâve lived in this world for so many years, itâs just a dream! I wonât believe your ludicrous claims! How can it be fake? Iâve been taking care of her for so many years, has it all been for nothing?â
The Headmaster thought of how unfilial Ning Que was, for all he was concerned about was whether he had been wasting his time raising Sangsang when he was so worked up and was on the brink of a mental collapse. He said annoyedly, âThe sun is fake, but that doesnât mean that we are.â
Ning Que pointed at the faint sun hanging above the Wilderness. He said, âThat canât be fake! What is the sun? Itâs Haotian Divine Light! Why canât Haotian eat that instead of eating the Qi of Heaven and Earth?â
âHave you ever considered that the Haotian Divine Light the sun gives out is not Haotianâs food but the outward form of Haotian? It is just like how our outer form appears to be flesh. Are we going to eat human flesh?â
âIs there anything we wonât do if we are starving? Who are we to stop it if Haotian likes to eat itself?â
âThe question is, it has other things to eat. So why does it have to eat itself?â
âDoes it have exquisite tastes?â
âEven if Haotian could eat Divine Light, the Divine Light still comes from it. Could Haotian eat it forever? This is a simple calculation problem.â
âI have never said that the sun is Haotian. You said that. To me, the sun can produce heat and is the source of all nutrients. Why wonât Haotian eat it?â
The argument between the Headmaster and Ning Que grew fiercer and they spoke faster and faster. Their spit flew all over the meadow. Sangsang did not know how to appease them, so she only looked down, cleared the dishes and extinguished the bonfire.
âCan the sun continue to emit heat and light?â
âIt should not be a problem for a few billion years.â
âThen how is it able to emit heat and light continuously?â
âThis involves a more profound reasoning that I canât explain to you within a short time.â
âAlright, alright. Even if what you said is reasonable, the sun can emit heat and light for billions of years. What happens after that?â
âYou can consume a meal over billions of years. Whatâs there for Haotian to be dissatisfied with?â
âThen can you explain clearly why there is no sun during the Everlasting Night?â
Ning Que did not speak anymore because he recalled then, that this was Haotianâs world. He was not in the world that he had once been familiar with. That world had already slowly faded away in his memory.
Seeing that Ning Que had no retort, the Headmaster stroke his beard and said in a self-satisfied manner, âThere are flaws to your conjecture and it is not as reasonable as mine. When I started thinking about these things, you were still in Third Mistress Liâs tummy. Thatâs why you should just listen to me. Whatâs the point of arguing and wasting time?â
Ning Que said, âDonât talk about my mother. Even though youâre my teacher, Iâd still turn against you if you mention her.â
The Headmaster asked, âWhy?â
Ning Que answered, âWhen my parents were killed, you just watched from the Academy and did not save them.â
The Headmaster said, âThere are so many people who die on earth every day. Do I have to save every one of them?â
âYou knew that I would become your student in the future, so why did you not save them? Did you think that if you saved them I might not become your student? Isnât that too vicious?â
âEveryone will die. Your parentâs death was Heavenâs will. I couldnât interfere.â
âTeacher, what have you been doing your entire life? You have been going against Heaven! Why didnât you dare to interfere in Heavenâs will?â
âBecause I canât see clearly what true Heavenâs will is. Thatâs why I have to be careful. If I interfere in it and heavenâs will lands on me just like it has now, what am I to do?â
âSo you think that your life is more important than the lives of others.â
âThatâs a fact.â
âAre you so openly selfish?â
âIâm too important to the world. My selfishness is justified.â
âI suddenly understood something.â
âWhatâs it?â
âI understand where Youngest Uncle and Second Brother got their arrogance and narcissistic tendencies.â
âEnough.â
Sangsang could not stand the pair anymore. She looked at them and said seriously, âI donât understand what you two are talking about. But I want to know where we are headed to next.â
The black horse carriage arrived at a very cold place.
The cold wind blew angrily and the dark night was like a curtain. The stars shone dimly. They were at the Cold Region of the Far North by the Hot Sea.
However, the surface of the Hot Sea had long frozen over and was covered by a thick layer of snow. It looked more like a sea of snow.
Even the Big Black Horse, which was no ordinary creature, was affected by the cold. It hid by the carriage, shivering, trying to avoid the storm and snow cutting across the Hot Seaâs surface.
The Headmaster took Ning Que and Sangsang to the Hot Sea. The snow layer that was as tall as a man fell apart where they stepped. The wind then swept it away to two sides, revealing a passage.
After walking a long distance and reaching where the sea was the deepest, the Headmaster stopped.
He stretched out his hand and pointed to the seaâs surface. A hole about the size of a bucket appeared in the hard layer of ice. It was several hundreds feet deep, reaching all the way down to the bottom of the sea that had yet to freeze completely.
Sangsang wrapped her clothes around her tightly. She ran to the side of the hole, waiting with a wooden basin in her hand. She yawned, and the mist turning into frost.
Before long, a few fat and tender fish jumped from the ice hole and fell into the wooden basin. It was unknown what the Headmaster did to make the fish jump out of the ice hole which was over ten feet deep.
The Headmaster froze slightly and yelled, âMove!â
Ning Queâs heart constricted. Then, his right forefinger flicked and a Fire Fu raised in the storm and snow, landing into the wooden basin accurately. A blazing warmth rose, separating the fish from the cold air.
The Headmaster nodded contentedly when he saw that. He said, âThe variable platyfish can be frozen. It tastes best when it is defrosted medium well. However, the temperature of the seaâs surface today is too low. It might overly freeze them if weâre not careful. Your Talisman Taoism abilities are almost at Yan Seâs calibre, I suppose youâre qualified to eat this fish.â
Sangsangâs cooking skills were ordinary, but her knife skills were extremely accurate, just like her extraordinary calculation abilities. In a short moment, the cutting board was filled with thin pieces of fish that were like snowflakes. As they piled up on the board, it looked as if several white peonies had grown on the wooden board.
They were in a tent abandoned by the Desolate. Ning Que supported the Fire Fu with some thick logs he had picked up, and the temperature in the tent became quite pleasant.
âSangsangâs knife skills are much better than Manmanâs.â
The Headmaster praised.
Ning Que laid out the bowls and chopsticks and they prepared to eat.
He felt that they had eaten too much that day. Even though they ate the best things on earth with his teacher, but should one carry too much money on his person, he would feel the weight of it too.
The Headmaster mixed the soy sauce, ginger juice and a green seasoning. He took a slice of fish and dipped it lightly into the bowl like a willow branch caressing the lakeâs surface. Then, he sent the meat into his mouth and chewed slowly.
Moments later, he opened his eyes and lamented, âThis fish is not as fleshy and tender as that of last year. We can only just make do. Speaking of which, the Hot Sea is about to freeze all the way to the bottom. I wonder how many variable platyfish are left.â
Ning Que could not bear to pick up his chopsticks upon hearing this. Or perhaps he had just eaten too much. He said, âTeacher, since thereâs few platyfish in the Hot Sea, then isnât it a pity to eat them all?â
The Headmaster lectured, âYou stupid boy, we have to quickly eat them precisely because there arenât many of them left. When the variable platyfish goes extinct, where are we going to find them?â
Ning Que smiled and said, âBeing frozen to death is still better than being eaten raw by us.â
The Headmaster said, âSuch a delicious fish; being eaten by us is their best fate.â
Ning Que scolded the Headmaster in his mind. âI donât see you thinking itâs your best fate to be eaten by Haotian.â
The variable platyfish was very delicious, but there was not a lot of it. It was quickly eaten up by the three. Most of the fish went into the Headmasterâs stomach, and perhaps because he felt bad about that, the Headmaster kindly used his power to make two hot springs in the frozen sea of snow for them to enjoy.
The water was hot and steaming and there were gravel and remnants of snow by the pool. The scene looked captivating under the starlight. Ning Que felt very comfortable soaking in the hot water.
Sangsang sat beside him and said softly, âYou argue with the Headmaster too often.â
Ning Que fell silent for a moment before saying, âArgument livens up the atmosphere... I keep thinking that something is wrong.â
Sangsang looked at him with wide eyes and asked in confusion, âWhatâs wrong?â
Ning Que said, âDonât you think that teacher is acting very weird? He took us to eat such delicacies and said so much. Why did he not say all that back when we were at the Academy?â
Sangsang asked, âWhatâs your point?â
Ning Que looked at her and said, âI think that teacher is trying to tell us his last words, just like how you told me what to do once youâve passed away at Tile Mountain.â
Sangsang froze slightly when he heard that. Then, she said softly, âWhat nonsense are you thinking?â
Ning Que frowned slightly and said, âI hope that Iâm just thinking nonsense... As disciples of the Academy, we believe that our teacher is the strongest. Especially after this time, I believe in that even more firmly. Other than Haotian, there is no other existence that can threaten him. However, for some reason, I feel that something is wrong.â