The Legend of the Devil
Ch. 124 - A Conjecture

"How do you accuse me of killing my own brother?" Ziran Zhao was muntab, how not, he and Kang Jian had a close bond, everyone also knew about it. He had always trusted Kang Jian. It was impossible for him to do such a thing to someone he already considered a brother.

"But the evidence speaks more honestly than the human mouth."

"I have no reason to do that!" firmly Ziran Zhao, his eyes began to turn red from anger.

"About Xiang Yi Bai's death was also still in a big question mark. The news of the death of the Supreme Chief of the martial World was like being forced to drown, without anyone investigating his death, everyone seemed to be silent as I talked about it. Though it is natural that the death of the Holy Sword Batara be scraped to the roots. Isn't this a strange thing?"

"Why were these geniuses killed in the big question mark ... Twenty years ago you left the Earth Ruler Elementary Stone to the Sacred Sword Stone, then he killed himself in the Regret Trench. Now you leave a demon in Red Lightning, Kang Jian and he also killed himself in the cursed river. All for the sake of keeping what you entrusted, Your Majesty. It's so weird and it doesn't make me sleep so well all night ..."

Jiazhen Wu did not hesitate to make him cornered. Ziran Zhao clenched his fist, until finally the man in front of him spoke again.

All the servants, soldiers and some higher-ups who were inside the room could only be shocked to hear Jiazhen Wu's exposure.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Truth is still truth. I will continue to search for this information. Many questions continue to come up without answers. Even if you send an envoy to kill me sooner or later there will definitely be someone else who will do the same as I did. Find out who's behind all this."

Jiazhen Wu turned around followed by her servant. Leaving Ziran Zhao speechless after being stung by something painful. One of his best friends begins to suspect that he is the culprit.

A few pairs of eyes gazed confusedly at Ziran Zhao, the man got up flicking his robe and left from there with a huffed heart.

**

"I told you I'm not going there!"

The young man inside the room full of darkness strength shouted out loudly, the woman standing in the doorway closed her eyes while taking a breath. It had been almost an hour of persuading him but his head was harder than a rock and not easily turned over.

"Your Majesty may send me to Mount Qin, but don't even send me to Diqiu Empire."

"You must really want to visit your friend's grave, right?"

The moment the dark-eyed young man fell silent, he was still reluctant to turn his back to look at Li Jia Xing. Both of his hands clenched tightly, his shoulders rising, he fell silent as the woman brought up the past.

"You said you changed not because of his death. But all of that is very clear. I've been taking care of you since I was a kid, I know you like your own mother."

"Don't take my mother with you," Xiao Rong's sergeant looked at Li Jia Xing with cold eyes. The child was getting harder to resist, how many times had Li Jia Xing needed his help for the sake with Diqiu Empire yet the young man directly rejected it blatantly and even raised intonation.

"Three years ago the family of Young Master Xian Shen was slaughtered."

"What?" He was shocked for a second and instantly realized it, Xiao Rong was trying to act ordinary. "It's none of my business anyway."

Xiao Rong stopped finding out about his friends from that day on and refused to return to Diqiu Empire. Many say he was like ice walking, so cold and cruel. As Emperor Li's right hand how many lives had been killed in his hands.

But the past continues to bully him and makes his attitude even more violent over time. That actually made Li Jia Xing concerned.

"I need your abilities. Could it be that in the middle of the road Red Taring came and killed me? If that happens, you won't have a chance to live again. My absolute provision is the reason why you are allowed to live among humans. If I die in place of a new leader and they tell everyone to kill you, I'm sure you won't survive."

The young man did not flinch.

"Xue Zhan is a disciple of his best friend. I want to go to his grave. If you insist on refusing then I will take Hu Yong with me."

"I'm coming along."

Li Jia Xing who was about to leave the room stopped and drew a smile.

"Prepare, tomorrow we will fulfill the call of Imperial Emperor Diqiu and pay a visit to the little devil's tomb."

**

The gathering of important people in the palace of Diqiu Empire was as luxurious as ever. Xiao Rong was wearing formal attire in a green robe that was in line with the clothes of the envoys from the Feng Empire. Li Jia Xing walked in front of her gracefully and sometimes made the men unblink by her beauty.

The woman was busy conversing with the other guests, Xiao Rong decided to be alone in a quieter place. Look around and hope no one recognizes him. Unfortunately he was wrong, a girl walked over.

"It's nice to meet you, Young Master Xiao."

The smile on that beautiful face looked extremely forced.

Xiao Rong looked away unwillingly to answer. It made Yin Jiao clumsy.

"Am I bothering you?"

Yin Jiao did not know what to do until Li Jia Xing approached the two of them to decide on the awkwardness.

"It's free to talk to the ice cubes, Miss Yin. My bodyguard doesn't like to talk."

Yin Jiao seemed to want to deny, as she remembered the young man was still quite good despite being gluttonous.

"What do you want to say, Miss Yin? Take it easy, despite losing the ability to speak this child still has the ability to hear." Li Jia Xing smiled as he held onto Xiao Rong's shoulder from behind. Making the young man annoyed and instantly brushed off both of his hands.

Yin Jiao thought for a moment before finally shaking her head even though she was anxious to say something. "Ti-nothing, sorry to interrupt. I'll go first" he said.

*

The candles were lit in front of a memorial board, a handsome young man sitting in front of him holding his palms together, praying for the two people whose names were listed on the board, his Mother's Father.

Every year on the same day Xian Shen came to this place to commemorate the death of his parents. The simple place looks like a gazebo that is larger in size, it is a building at the end of his uncle's residence which is only made of floor and roof without walls so that it can directly look outside which is decorated by an artificial lake surrounded by forest. Each pillar was illuminated by a fire torch and hundreds of candles lit on the floor.

Today exactly three years after the death of his family, Xian Shen was orphaned and cared for by his uncle. Despite being treated well by the new family, she will not get the same affection from her original family, especially her mother. Sadness overflowed, tears fell on the young man's white cheeks in between his prayers. His shoulders are up and down.

"I'm really a useless kid. I have always been rebellious and unfilial to Father and Mother. After you guys left I always regretted what I didn't give you in life."

Xian Shen did not have any direction of destination anymore. He lost the spirit of life. The originally cheerful figure of Xian Shen had turned grim and pessimistic. One by one the people left him, the young man's clothes were as messy as his face. His good looks that the girls always glorified began to recede.

With such a messy appearance he was no longer admired. Xian Shen was slumped in his grief.

The night wind blew in the hallway of the residence, until it swept away the candle flame and made it move. The dense cold chill strangled Xian Shen's neck at that time, he did not dare to move because he began to be vigilant. As a young swordsman he could recognize various eve and its dangerous levels. This time, the ones that came to him were dangerous.