Chapter 572 - 570: It’s All a Misunderstanding

The statue landed behind Jiang Chen, completely motionless.

It was more like Jiang Chen’s Guardian, protecting his path.

This scene stunned the crowd. It stunned Chang Mao and Wenzhu.

It stunned Wen Shixuan, and it stunned Wen Shixi, who longed for Jiang Chen’s death.

But all they could do was stare wide-eyed as Jiang Chen remained completely unharmed.

He stood there with his hands behind his back, like a grandmaster of his generation.

"How is this possible?"

"How is this possible?"

Chang Mao roared inwardly, but he couldn’t move the statue in the slightest.

"Senior Brother, kill him! Hurry!"

Wenzhu urged her Senior Brother, Chang Mao, thinking he was the one who had made the statue stop.

But Chang Mao wanted to cry and had no tears.

"Junior Sister, the great statue is completely out of my control now."

"Dammit, how is this kid so uncanny?"

A wave of shock and uncertainty washed over the two of them.

At that moment, Wen Shixuan also came over to question Chang Mao.

"Master, what’s going on? Why isn’t the statue killing him?"

Chang Mao shook his head, filled with helplessness. "Your master doesn’t know either. For now, we wait."

While the crowd below was at a loss, Jiang Chen finally turned to look at the statue of Zheng Tiangong behind him.

After all, others didn’t recognize Zheng Tiangong, only thinking he was a senior from the Alchemy Master Guild. But Jiang Chen knew him. In his past life, Zheng Tiangong had been one of his battle-hardened generals.

He had gone through life and death with him, fighting enemies together in the Nine Desolates.

Although Zheng Tiangong was his subordinate, their bond was like that of brothers—incredibly strong.

All of that was in the past.

Now, Jiang Chen was reborn. However, even as a statue, Zheng Tiangong still seemed to hold great respect for him.

’When Zheng Tiangong manifested his power, he must have left a remnant of his Divine Thought in the statue and recognized me.’

A glint in his eye, Jiang Chen now roughly understood what had happened.

Then, he calmly addressed the statue behind him. "Zheng Tiangong, revive Mr. Qiu Shui."

"He has done no wrong."

Below, the crowd was stunned once more.

Jiang Chen had actually spoken to the statue again, and even asked it to revive Mr. Qiu Shui.

They were all petrified.

It was too shocking.

Everyone thought Jiang Chen was talking nonsense, spouting utter fantasies.

Chang Mao, Wenzhu, Wen Shixuan, and the others couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

But in the next moment, the statue began to hum and vibrate.

Before it, a body of flesh and blood slowly began to coalesce.

Judging by its appearance, this body of flesh and blood was actually Mr. Qiu Shui.

The statue possessed world-shaking power, so everyone could believe that it might actually be possible for it to revive someone who had been killed.

And as it turned out, it really did revive Mr. Qiu Shui.

A short while later, a living, breathing Mr. Qiu Shui appeared before everyone, standing on the high platform.

SWOOSH!

Mr. Qiu Shui landed, looking at himself with utter disbelief.

He was alive. He was truly alive.

In fact, he had indeed been killed just moments ago, but his soul had not dispersed.

Now, the statue had used its Divine Power to help him be reborn.

He once again recognized the terror of the statue.

Of course, what was even more horrifying was Jiang Chen. All of this was because of Jiang Chen. A single sentence from him had made the statue revive him.

THUD!

He dropped to his knees before Jiang Chen.

"Thank you, Young Master, for the grace of giving me a new life."

Mr. Qiu Shui was truly grateful to Jiang Chen; even more, he was filled with incomparable reverence.

Jiang Chen’s Cultivation wasn’t high, but he possessed skills that could only be described as miraculous.

He had advised him on his Cultivation Technique, and now he had mobilized—no, commanded—the statue.

Jiang Chen helped Mr. Qiu Shui to his feet.

He said lightly, "Your death and resurrection will be even more beneficial for your future Cultivation."

This was also true. Having experienced life and death, Mr. Qiu Shui’s dao heart was now even more resolute. After all, he had refused to kneel under the statue’s might, which could be considered a huge fortuitous encounter.

And Zheng Tiangong was an expert with the Cultivation of a Divine King. A person like that could revive an ordinary person with a mere wave of his hand.

In his past life, Jiang Chen could also do it with a single hand.

Therefore, it hadn’t been difficult at all for Zheng Tiangong to revive Mr. Qiu Shui just now.

At once, Mr. Qiu Shui was overjoyed, but he didn’t forget to hastily bow to the statue.

"Thank you, great statue, for your mercy."

The statue had the power to annihilate him, but it hadn’t killed him outright.

It had spared him, only to suddenly revive him now.

The statue remained impassive.

Seeing this, Chang Mao, Wenzhu, Wen Shixuan, Wen Shixi, and all the others were aghast, their mouths hanging open.

Their minds roared endlessly, as if thunder was exploding in their heads.

Jiang Chen had actually made the statue revive Mr. Qiu Shui. They were completely dumbfounded.

They were filled with endless shock at this reality.

"It can’t be like this. It shouldn’t be like this."

Chang Mao and Wenzhu were kneeling on the ground, trembling. They still didn’t dare to stand up.

They were terrified of angering the statue.

But now, the statue was completely controlled by Jiang Chen, and its power seemed even more terrifying.

It could revive Mr. Qiu Shui.

And next, Chang Mao, Wenzhu, and the others all thought of a terrifying outcome.

Namely, their own fate now that Jiang Chen controlled the statue.

Their end.

At the thought, cold sweat streamed down Chang Mao’s back.

A sense of dread even began to spread through his heart.

"Chang Mao, Wenzhu, if you have any more tricks up your sleeves, feel free to use them now."

Mr. Qiu Shui stepped forward abruptly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He was revived, and it was time for revenge.

He strode forward. The aura of his Martial Emperor Cultivation, while no match for the statue, was still far beyond what Chang Mao and Wenzhu could compare to.

"President, President!"

"A misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding!"

Panicked, Chang Mao hurriedly pulled Wenzhu along and begged Mr. Qiu Shui for mercy.

Everything was out of control. He had no more ploys left and was no longer Mr. Qiu Shui’s opponent.

Wenzhu was filled with bitterness.

Suddenly, Wenzhu slammed a palm into her own chest.

BANG!

With a dull thud, Wenzhu spat out blood, collapsed to the ground, and died on the spot.

Suicide. Wenzhu had committed suicide.

The esteemed Vice President of the Alchemy Master Guild, Wenzhu, had killed herself.

Chang Mao’s whole body trembled violently.

"Junior Sister... Junior Sister..."

He let out hoarse roars.

He and his junior sister had been very close. Now, she was dead.

But Chang Mao still wanted to live.

He gave a miserable laugh. "Junior Sister, why were you so foolish?"

"We... we weren’t going to die."

With that, he looked at Mr. Qiu Shui.

"President, my junior sister has already killed herself. You... you can let me go, can’t you?"

He still wanted to live. He wanted to keep on living.

But Mr. Qiu Shui shook his head.

"You have committed many evils. Your junior sister has already killed herself. You... should do the same. I don’t want to do it myself."

Faced with Mr. Qiu Shui’s cold, merciless words, Chang Mao laughed miserably.

A deep, miserable laugh.

Finally, under Mr. Qiu Shui’s icy gaze, he raised his hand and slammed it violently into his own chest.

"No, Master, don’t..."

Someone panicked. It was Wen Shixuan. He watched as his two masters were utterly defeated and then committed suicide, completely unable to accept it.

His grand ambitions were not yet complete. With his masters dead, he had lost all his backing.