Chapter 940 — The Plague God Descends
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
"Where does the Heavenly Venerable intend to go?
" Shen Mu's eyes flickered; he smiled. "So many powerhouses came to visit me after the Yaochi incident—if I do not return the visits, would people not say I lack propriety?
" Yun Jianli was startled; Qi Jiuyi and Yan'er could not help but feel a chill. Shen Mu actually intended to visit those who had come to assassinate him—truly, his daring reached the heavens!
Only Yun Chuxiu, delighting in chaos, cheered without end. "Among the powerhouses who attacked Yaochi that night, which was closest to Yaochi?
" Shen Mu asked. Yun Jianli and Qi Jiuyi exchanged a glance and said nothing.
Yun Chuxiu hurriedly said, "I know, I know!
The nearest to Yaochi is Heavenly Venerable Lang, the Divine Emperor Langxuan's Langxuan Divine Palace! The Divine Emperor Langxuan has students everywhere, disciples beyond counting, and the Langxuan Divine Palace is a great stronghold of the Heavenly Court, magnificent indeed!
" Qi Jiuyi's expression changed drastically. "We cannot go to the Langxuan Divine Palace—" "Brother Jiu.
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" Yun Chuxiu blinked her dark, liquid eyes at him, her lovely gaze brimming. Qi Jiuyi's mind went blank, and before he knew it he said, "Then let us go to the Langxuan Divine Palace. " They left Yaochi and before long came to the Heavenly Street. The market streets of the Heavenly Court were exceedingly bustling—part of the Heavenly Market.
Though the Heavenly Court sat high above, gods and men could not provide for themselves alone; they too must feed a great household, and so the market mattered greatly.
Those who came and went on the Heavenly Street were mostly demigods, of every kind of race, with some humans as well, though not so many as the demigods.
The place was broad, crowded with traffic, business excellent.
Yet when Shen Mu and the others arrived, the people coming and going, bustling and jostling, seemed as though time had stopped; all halted and turned to look. The next moment, a clamor of voices rose, wheels rolled, horses whinnied, and streaks of divine light flew off in every direction. The Heavenly Street was suddenly empty—not a soul left on the whole street!
Shen Mu scanned the two sides of the Heavenly Street in surprise; the shops of the heaven realm had all shut as well, doors sealed tight. One short, squat god had been a step too slow; shut out of his shop, he pounded desperately on the door with booming thuds, wailing to heaven and earth.
Shen Mu stepped up and said with concern, "Friend—" "Save me—" The small god, seeing him approach, burst into loud weeping, kicking his legs against the shop door, trying to get inside to hide. "I don't want to die here! " Shen Mu's surprise deepened.
Suddenly one panel of the door opened; the small god tumbled into the shop, and at once the door shut again, windows and doors locked fast. "Thank you for saving my life!
" The small god's voice came from within.
"A life-saving grace is as the grace of father and mother; I shall never forget it! " Someone inside scolded, "You god, what gall—seeing the plague god coming and not running, only bawling outside, you nearly dragged us all in with you!
" The small god said, "I was scared witless, my legs went soft, I couldn't run.
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. " "Shh, quietly!
If someone assassinates this plague god, everyone on the street will be silenced! "