The Teacher’s Grace Is Like Heaven - Chapter 44



44 – The Tang Family and the Tang Sugar Dragon (8)

The Tang Sugar Dragon of the Sichuan Tang Family is dead.

He couldn’t believe it: that ridiculous giant was dead? But he had seen it with his own eyes. Of course, there was a sense of futility.

The futility of wanting to avenge his enemies with his own hands. But he and Tang knew better than anyone else that that was empty talk.

If he hadn’t dealt with the dragon, if he hadn’t drawn his sword himself, he and those who followed him would have died.

It is said that to rule from above, one must possess the virtues of a soldier, meaning that those above must see things differently than those below.

Therefore, he forced himself up. His body creaked as if it were broken. But he didn’t care, and walked forward.

“Are you feeling better?”

The voice was light, as if it were a morning greeting. He slid his sword back into its sheath and turned to face Tang Guo.

Yes, that was him. Those eyes, so righteous and sparkling, that had made him realize the path he needed to take when he had lost his mother and was wandering.

Tang Guo bowed his head. Not just a bow, but a waist-deep bow. No matter what, he was a lifesaver.

“Thank you for saving my life. I didn’t do anything.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Are you being modest or…….”

“Isn’t it Sogaju who acted first anyway?”

“…….”

“If you hadn’t moved. I wouldn’t have acted either.”

Dai Xuan’s words echoed like an echo. Not all of the Sichuan Tang Family were like Jia Zhu; some were dissatisfied with the status quo, and some thought that it should be changed.

But none of them dared to move, because Tang Feiyong was holding out.

No one dared to speak up in front of the name of the Poisonous King Tang Feiyong, and only Tang Guo had thought to draw his own sword.

Honestly, I don’t even know if it was desperation or a cause, but I can’t stand still. It was the only thought in my head.

“I, I was just……!!!”

There was nothing. His first memory of life was of a cold snowfield, where he slept on filthy dirt as a blanket. He was grateful that his hands and feet were cold. If he could still feel, that meant he could stay warm. If he was hungry, he would find a mouse or beg.

Sometimes his begging would be taken away from him by the hanlangs he shared the alley with. To him, there wasn’t much difference between the hutongs and the back alleys.

At least as far as the lack of warmth was concerned. But there, for the first time, he felt warmth, and how precious it was.

“Yes, I took care of your mother.”

“……Why?”

“Hate makes a man stronger.”

‘……!!!’

“You must hate the throne. You want to kill him.’

He didn’t even bother to hide it, just said it plainly, casually, as if he’d done what he had to do. Anger ruled his head.

Right now, I wanted to pull out the memorization he bragged about and kill him, but I couldn’t. It was a matter of instinct before emotion. It was a matter of instinct before emotion.

If I try to fight him here, I’ll die, no matter what. His instinct to live drove the rage in his head. And that’s what the Poison King wanted him to do.

“Become strong enough to kill even your own throne.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Only strength is truth. If you are stronger than the throne, it will be right.’

‘Don’t regret it, Gazoo.’

He was a Sichuanese, a man who was himself. He thought being strong was right, and he lived and died that way. What is right, I honestly don’t know.

As long as we are human, we will make many mistakes in our lives, some of which may be irreversible. But…… at least not like now.

For some reason, tears that I thought I had already shed slid down my cheeks. I thought I was embarrassing myself in front of my benefactor, but it was surprisingly pleasant.

“Obviously, you had your own intentions.”

“…….”

“In that case, why don’t you join them?”

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“If they are……?”

Tang Guo turned his head. In the distance, he could see a group of people walking toward him. They were his people, the ones who had declared their intentions to join forces with Sogaju.

The power of the Sichuan Tang Clan is formidable, even if you exclude the Poison King Tang Feiyong. It was not for nothing that they were ranked at the top of the Five Great Seas.

To go against them?

It was certain that they would be seriously injured, and if they made a mistake, they might even die. Nevertheless, they chose to risk their lives and follow the will of Shao Jiazhu. “How can I ever repay this favor…….”

If he hadn’t helped me, I wouldn’t have seen this. With that thought, he looked toward the benefactor, but there was no one there.

I didn’t even feel it. He was gone as suddenly as the wind. After a moment of stunned silence, Tang Guo broke into a hearty laugh.

But no one in the room questioned him, just stood their ground. Finally, Dangwa stopped laughing.

“Today, we have killed the Poison King Tang Feiyong.”

“…….”

“In other words, the barrier protecting us is gone.”

Indeed, it was. The Poison King Tang Feiyong was one of the Heavenly Five, a peak adept known to all Martials. However, he died today.

Then, naturally, there will be opposition from other families. Some may doubt the strength of the Sichuan Tang Family, but it is inevitable.

Certainly, Tang Feiyong’s…… No, the Sichuan Tang Family’s methods may have been the best for cultivating power.

Some killed their spouses with their own hands, others killed their children. So much has been sacrificed for the sake of power. Break the shackles, here and now.

“There will be those who doubt power. Some may not like the new party line.”

“…….”

“But today, we have won. Everyone’s prayers have finally been answered.”

Frighteningly, the warriors in attendance fell to their knees and bowed their heads. To the new patriarch of the Sichuan Tang Family, they cried out at the top of their lungs.

[Just give me the order! Gazoo!]

It wasn’t the ending I wanted, but that’s okay. If it’s not enough, I’ll make it up as I go along, to show my benefactor that I’m not ashamed.

“Dangwa, do you like it?”

A voice from somewhere, carried on the breeze. If only now, he could answer. Danggua opened his mouth, smiling sheepishly.

“Yes, I like it.”

Too much.

* * *

“The Poison King Tang Fei Dragon is dead?!”

At the sound of the morning commotion, the girl frowned. While she didn’t like being woken up, it was certainly newsworthy.

The black-haired, red-eyed girl, Bi Yan, forced herself to sit up. Poison King Dangfei Dragon, she remembered. One of his minions.

He’d tried to take over the entire Sichuan Tang Clan to grow stronger, and had been stabbed in the back of the head by Xiao Gazhu. She scratched her head.

“How did he die?”

Time was moving fast, but too fast. The Sichuan Tang Family’s Xiao Jiajue was certainly strong, but he was definitely not someone she could defeat at her current level.

At the very least, she should be able to deal with the Poison King in five years, how is that possible?

“From what I’ve heard, someone helped Sichuan Tang Family’s Shaogai Master.”

“Help? Is that really it?”

“Yes, but what’s wrong with you all of a sudden?”

“It’s nothing.”

Bi Yan shook his head. She could only think of one other master in her memory who had the strength to defeat the Poison King Tang Fei Dragon, and who was willing to join her.

Before she knew it, a smile was forming at the corners of her mouth. Master was always one step ahead. It was making things so much easier.

In the past, the Martial Sect had used the rebellion of the Sichuan Tang Clan’s Shaogao Clan as an excuse to attack the Sichuan Tang Clan and tear it apart. This time, however, it will be harder.

“Because there’s a completely different party involved.”

“But isn’t that more of a problem?”

“What matters is the integrity of the cause.”

In the past, the Wuling Meng had pushed forward with the sole reason that a child had committed the heavenly crime of killing a parent. There was a lot of opposition then, too.

But now, others have intervened. It’s going to be properly investigated, and it’s going to give them a chance to fight back.

Of course, the Martial Sect would be heavily involved, but at least it wouldn’t end with the Sect being torn apart like that time. Bi Yan laughed.

‘It is you after all, Master.’

‘You are helping us yourself, so how can I, your disciple, stand idly by,’ she said, rising to her feet.

“Let’s get going.”

“What? You said you’d rest for three more days!”

“How can I just sit around and play?”