Above Destiny

Chapter 837 Audience (Thanks to reader 160324151808887 for the patronage)

"The wolf's jaws lock is absolute. I was unable to dodge it, and there's no way to modify or counter it for the time being."

Ji Jue sighed regretfully and shrugged: "So, I could only settle for second best. When the circle collapsed, I used my own circle to carve out a crack from the inside out..."

What the heck?

Inayat looked increasingly bewildered: "Brother, are you kidding me?"

It's just too bizarre.

Then, in front of him, Ji Jue raised his hands and clasped them together—the double realms overlapped and intertwined, triggering an exponential qualitative change.

The moment those two hands opened again, the two invisible realms collided and intensified, and in a moment of explosion, the destruction of the self-realm caused damage to the wolf's mouth!

If you can't avoid being locked on, then escape the area.

Having exhausted all of Ji Jue's strength and depleted his remaining spiritual essence, he finally grasped the minuscule chance in his hands.

Before the wolf's jaws closed, he managed to pry open a tiny gap between its teeth.

A crack is a crack, no matter how small or insignificant it may be. But the moment a crack appears, the chance of escape is no longer in doubt.

Like a gecko losing its tail, only a hand that had created the crack was sacrificed. The seemingly inescapable fatal blow lost its way before Ji Jue.

This is a method that no one else would ever use.

I wouldn't even think about it.

Regardless of whether such an action will succeed, it will undoubtedly severely damage the integrity and internal stability of one's own territory, and may even harm oneself, causing irreparable damage.

Unfortunately... Non-Aggression simply didn't have such concerns!
To put it nicely, Ji Jue's circle of vision is about achieving extreme complexity through extreme simplicity; to put it bluntly, it's simply a blank slate. Not to mention its narrow scope and lack of constancy, it's completely empty inside. So what is there to lose?
It exists only in Ji Jue's hands, fleeting and ephemeral. Every time his hands open and close, his fingers extend and retract, it is a complete reshaping process, and its consumption is incredibly easy.

"..."

After listening, Inayat fell silent, hesitating several times as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. He had never seen anyone play so shamelessly. In the end, he could only sigh in disbelief.

"As expected of the Wolf Lord, he easily accomplished what we couldn't."

"There was no other choice. My own circle of friends was not enough, so I had to find another way."

Ji Jue shrugged, not feeling ashamed at all. His only regret and helplessness was that his skill level was still too low. After pondering for so long, he still only had a vague understanding of the [Ink Guard] technique and could hardly be said to have mastered it.

I need to practice more.

However, walking on this road always makes my feet feel tight and I often feel a dull ache.

What happened?

Oh, so it was that old dog who made things difficult for me!

Just thinking about it made Ji Jue grit his teeth. "You old dog Tianlu, don't let me catch you! Otherwise, the Evil Saint Master will have to rid the world of this scourge in the next episode!"
This is no longer a problem that ordinary federal civil servants can solve. I'll secretly put on a disguise and take the Imperial exam to come back someday!
Master Rongguan has made a firm decision!
On the other side of the oasis, in the darkness of night, a sense of unease lingered.

Even before Inayat revealed his true form, the scent of wolves had already spread far and wide, and the moment the encirclement was opened, most of the people in the oasis were alerted.

In the shimmering lake and the shadows of the trees, four or five blurry figures appeared in an instant, quickly approaching each other, but then abruptly stopped, remaining outside the boundary.

A hunched, aged figure blocked their way.

That old priest who always guarded the dungeon and rarely left his home.

"It's nothing." He yawned, smacked his lips, and slowly waved his hand: "Everyone, go back. Don't make a fuss."

"Dabit, what are you doing?"

The figures amidst the shimmering lake and dappled sunlight suddenly became agitated, staring intently at the old priest with restlessness: "What's wrong with Inayat?! Who has attacked?!"

"There are no enemies, Inayat just wants to loosen up his muscles."

Dabit said slowly, "He's already the leader, does he still need to report everything to us old folks?"

The figures in the shadows fell silent, seemingly relaxing, but still unable to hide their suspicions as they glanced at the turbulent area, pondering and speculating.

“Dabit, tell me…” a hoarse woman’s voice rang out, hesitantly asking, “Does this matter have anything to do with that lord?”

"What does that have to do with you?"

Dabit's expression instantly turned cold, and a sinister light flashed in his turbid eyes: "Do you all intend to pry into the inheritance and overstep your bounds?!"

For a moment, the oasis fell silent; no one spoke.

Only the old priest waved his hand: "Alright, everyone go back. What kind of behavior is this, standing here like this?"

Although that lord is unwilling to see you, his willingness to support Inayat already shows his attitude, doesn't it? Blindly pestering him will only annoy him.

"We've waited so many years, can't we wait a few more days?"

No one responded.

Only in the sighing wind did one figure after another disappear.

As the moonlight gradually brightened, Dabit remained standing in the same spot, gazing at the oasis before him, as if lost in thought.

Until footsteps gradually sounded in the distance.

Inayat has returned.

"Elder Dabit?" he asked, puzzled. "Are you out for a walk? That's quite rare."

"……almost."

Looking into Inayat's clear eyes, which were even brighter than those of a college student, Dabit couldn't help but shake his head: "Sir, don't forget, the commotion you've created is not something anyone can ignore, is it?"

"Ah, this..."

Inayat was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Others have been here?"

"I was curious about it, but I stopped them."

"Elder, you've worked hard."

"..."

Dabit was silent for a moment, then sighed. After hesitating for so long, he asked bluntly, "Your Excellency, I have something to ask you."

"Hmm? Please go ahead."

Dabit hesitated for a moment, then asked solemnly, "Would I have the honor of having an audience with that sir?"

"what?"

Inayat looked over with a puzzled expression, as if he didn't understand why such a matter was being taken so seriously, and nodded: "Okay, I'll go and ask for instructions in a bit. Please wait a moment."

Now, it was Dabit's turn to be bewildered.

"what?"

He hesitated before asking, "Is this a good idea?"

"What's wrong with that? The Wolf Lord is very easygoing and has never put on airs. There's no need to be so nervous, is there?"

"..."

In the ensuing silence, Dabit felt his vision blur. "I thought... that person didn't like it..."

"But you didn't ask!"

The chat was thus ended by Inayat's death.

Dabit was speechless.

Half an hour later, Dabit met Ji Jue in the living room of Inayat's house. He was sitting on the floor like a local, eating boiled beans and flatbread.

They were chewing loudly, and their hands were covered in sauce.

It clumped together.

When he saw Dabit walking in behind Inayat, he waved to him, gesturing for him to sit down.

Seeing Old Deng trembling as if he were about to breathe his last, I couldn't help but feel a little worried about the future of the oasis...

Just as Dabit was pondering his greeting, he was interrupted from his starting stance and heard Ji Jue's voice: "Have you eaten?" "...Thank you for your concern, I have already eaten."

"Then please wait a moment, I'll finish eating right away. Yan Fei, go make some tea."

Ji Jue rolled up the pancake and quickly stuffed it into his mouth, finishing it off. Yan Fei brought out the tea that was being brewed in the kitchen, poured it, and then went downstairs.

For a moment, only the old man and the young man remained in the living room.

The silence was eerily quiet.

The tea in the cup emitted wisps of steam, and through the flames rising in the central fire pit, Ji Jue stared directly at Lao Deng sitting opposite him.

The old priest who once followed the White King, although he did not turn to the wolves, had already been tainted to some extent.

Once, with the death of the White King, they vanished into the sands of the White Kingdom, but now they have returned from the desert and settlements in response to the call of Inayat.

At this moment, Dabit lowered his head, letting Ji Jue examine him carefully. After a long while, he heard Ji Jue's voice.

"Haven't you been observing for a long time? I thought you wanted to keep your distance, so why do you suddenly want to meet now?"

Dabit lowered his head and replied, "I just feel that you might not be happy to see us. We old folks who can't stand the light of day are used to hiding and don't dare to show our faces."

"Alright, just ask whatever you want to ask. Don't hold it in, it's bad for your health."

Ji Jue casually said, "However, don't have too high expectations. There are some questions I may not be able to answer."

For a fleeting moment, Dabbit opened his mouth as if to speak, but then stopped abruptly.

Perhaps it's because I'm not used to this open and honest way of communicating, or perhaps it's because I have too many questions, but also too many things I don't want to know.

So much so that he couldn't bring himself to speak.

speechless.

After a long silence, he sighed, touched the ground with both hands, and respectfully kowtowed to the Wolf Lord who carried on the White King's oath.

"My esteemed sir..."

He mustered his courage and pleaded, "What do you desire from us, no, from the Baibang?"

Ji Jue answered without hesitation.

He said, "I don't care."

"..."

Dabit, who was prostrating himself, froze on the spot. He subconsciously raised his head and looked at Ji Jue's face, but Ji Jue remained calm, without any hint of joking or teasing.

Similarly, they didn't care at all.

From the bottom of my heart.

"The White King has exhausted his path, all for you."

He said, "I am not the White King, and the future of the White Kingdom has never been in my hands."

Whether you succeed or fail is your business.

If you want to revive the White State, then do it yourselves. Don't expect any gods or heroes to descend from the sky and solve your problems and troubles.

You decide for yourselves what kind of future you want to create and what kind of future you want the White State to become.

Besides that, why worry about anything else?

Ji Jue paused for a moment and asked, "Was my answer clear enough, Elder Dabit?"

"Your meaning is clear and straightforward."

In a brief moment of astonishment and silence, Dabit lowered his head deeply, as if he had finally been freed from some invisible shackles, feeling a great weight lifted from his shoulders.

So Ji Jue asked again, "Are there any other questions?"

No, they're all gone.

Dabit smiled calmly, solemnly straightened up, faced Ji Jue, and bowed again with full respect: "We, the remnants of the Lord, are deeply grateful for His Majesty's mercy and magnanimity. If there is any need for our service, we will gladly die for it!"

"At your age, don't keep talking about death; it's an unlucky thing to do."

Ji Jue picked up his teacup, nonchalantly saying, "I don't have any spare workstations here to accommodate the elderly. This isn't the way to scam people out of food and drinks."

"Then, I shall take my leave."

Dabbit, leaning on his cane, straightened up and stepped back to the door, his footsteps fading into the distance.

They came with heavy steps, but left with light steps.

Even his hunched back seemed to straighten up considerably.

Before he arrived, he had imagined many scenarios: stern and sharp questioning and reprimands, warm and friendly conversation and exchange. But he never expected such indifference and disdain.

Similarly, it is unimaginable to possess such compassion and magnanimity.

Perhaps such a youthful appearance is just a disguise, perhaps her approachable demeanor is just an act, and even her identity is nothing but fabrication and falsehood.

But there was one thing he was certain of—not a single word he heard tonight was false.

Since a century ago, he has been fulfilling the duties entrusted to him by the former king: guarding prisons, interrogating prisoners, and punishing sinners. Even though he is not ethereal, his perception of all lies has long been so acute that it transcends instinct.

That is precisely why we can believe it so resolutely.

That lord... truly never desired anything from Bai Bang, or from them, the forgotten people!

He disdained to fabricate conspiracies to turn them into his own henchmen, and never thought of pushing the currently chaotic White State to its complete demise; instead, he sacrificed many for it.

They even set aside the position of priestly king, which was enough to rule the White Kingdom, and truly entrusted this last wish from the late king into their hands.

He returned to his cold dungeon once again and sat in his recliner, but in the darkness that the oil lamp on the table could not illuminate, there were shadowy figures moving about.

One by one, figures who had been waiting for a long time came forward, some old and some young, some weathered by life and some young and confused, their faces filled with solemnity and curiosity.

We've waited far too long!

"Dabit, how is it?"

"You really saw it?"

What was the outcome of the meeting?

"Stop playing dead, speak!"

Among a group of old men, the young man who squeezed to the front couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, what kind of person is that gentleman?"

"I do not know either."

Dabit remained silent for a long time, then suddenly chuckled softly: "Your Excellency possesses extraordinary talent and a magnanimous spirit; how could someone like me possibly fathom such a thing?"

"..."

The silence came suddenly. The figures huddled together looked at each other, bewildered, but they saw the calm and serene expression on his face.

No, are you serious?

This brain doesn't look like it's been brainwashed!
The old woman couldn't help but ask, "Are you possessed?"

"Ah, more or less."

His aged and sinister expression twitched, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if in a smile: "Let's just leave it at that."

"Go and rest, everyone."

He didn't say anything more, just waved his hand: "I still have things to do tomorrow."

After watching everyone leave, he leaned back in the recliner once more, closed his eyes, and gradually fell asleep.

But before falling asleep, he once again pondered those questions that he had somehow completely forgotten...

About the future, about tomorrow.

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(End of this chapter)