Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 671 - 671 206 Zhao Sihai Add 21 more for the Wise

Chapter 671: Chapter 206 Zhao Sihai [Add 21 more for the Wise Master of the Silver Alliance, Hai Chen] Chapter 671: Chapter 206 Zhao Sihai [Add 21 more for the Wise Master of the Silver Alliance, Hai Chen] However, this beast tide came abruptly, the demon beasts surged ferociously, breaking through seemingly effortlessly. Once they penetrated the defensive line established by martial artists and armies, how could ordinary people with their two legs outrun the demon beasts?

The final pass, Four Seas Pass, was currently under a full-scale onslaught from the tide of demon beasts, with the soldiers on the brink of the city.

Four Seas Pass was originally called Dasan Pass, but due to this battle, it was eventually renamed to Four Seas Pass.

The reason for the name change was fundamentally because of this battle, because of one family, one surname!

While countless martial artists watched the massive tide of demon beasts approaching, their hearts were filled with fear, and many retreated… just as the countless demon beasts were about to break through the pass and slaughter the beings within….

This unassuming Zhao Sihai, to everyone’s surprise, stepped forward with a firm resolve, and bravely faced the battle.

Leading his family, his children, and many of his disciples, they swam against the tide, standing up to the onslaught of demon beasts on the very first line of defence!

After seven days and seven nights of fighting, Zhao Sihai’s entire family were buried within the tide of demon beasts, and hundreds of his disciples too, with only five fleeing and the others all perished in this battle against the demon beasts.

Still, Zhao Sihai continued to fight, despite the injuries all over his body from seven days and seven nights of combat. Despite already being seriously wounded, he did not hesitate to exhaust his origin energy, using up his last breath to resist the beast tide to the end.

Zhao Sihai’s sacrifice was not in vain, he finally held out until the return of the White Rainbow Supreme, who had been fighting against the Demon Emperor, successfully defended the pass.

What’s more, he saved tens of millions of civilians within the pass.

But apart from Zhao Sihai, no one else in his family survived, and all his disciples perished at the pass!

After the battle, Zhao Sihai was covered in countless wounds, over seven thousand of them, and many of those wounds were repeatedly bitten, and again and again marked by claw marks.

After this battle, Zhao Sihai’s cultivation was completely ruined, his origin energy was completely destroyed, and he was comatose for three months, hovering between life and death.

It was the efforts of the righteous people of Qi, who went through thousands of hardships and paid countless prices, to beg the absolute Sword Devil Palace for a sacred fruit of ten thousand years, that helped hold onto his life. Otherwise, he would have already joined his family in death.

After that, he lived like a wasted person, never showing sorrow or joy, without desire or demands.

In his free time, he would visit his family’s graves and sit.

Or he would sit on a small stool at his door, squinting his eyes, contentedly watching people come and go, watching the world with satisfaction.

He never mentioned what he had done.

He also never complained about the sacrifice of his entire family and disciples.

It seemed as if everything had never happened, everything was as before.

But on the yearly anniversary of the demon tide, his courtyard was filled with the aroma of wine.

And only on this day, his doors were closed, not allowing anyone to enter.

He would lock himself in the courtyard, and talk quietly to his deceased wife and family, and his disciples. Drinking alone from morning to night.

His cultivation was wasted and his source was destroyed. He couldn’t hold his liquor and would get drunk, he would get tired.

But he preferred to get drunk that day, he would drink alone from morning till midnight and then sleep for days.

After waking up, he would return to his contented state, fetch a small stool, and sit at the door to watch people.

In the many years since then, he had taken some disciples again, though only for verbal guidance. His disciples still benefited greatly, but none of them could stay by his side for more than a year.

At most a year’s time, they would definitely be driven away by him.

Payment, tuition, when he should get paid, he would, but never more.

Used for living expenses, occasionally there would be some surplus to help the victims of disasters, which was just enough.

When he ran out of money, and the victims came to ask for help, he would candidly say: I have no money left…

But as long as he had money, he never held back.

Even if he knew he was being tricked, he would still give.

His usual words were: Life is not easy for everyone, why bother about so much.

This time the news about the divine doctor in Yuezhou appeared, it was his disciples who brought him here, against his will, hoping that their master could recover some.

“We don’t expect the master to fully recover, just hope he would be better than he is now, so that he does not suffer so much, which would be enough.”

However, this old man’s attitude towards seeking treatment this time has always been opposition, particularly against his disciples seeking help from people of the Great Qin government.

“I am from Qi!”

“What good would my recovery do to Great Qin? They do not have this obligation!”

“If I am treated by the divine doctor because the Qin people plead for me and I recover, when the war between the two countries happens, how should I position myself?”

Because of his insistence, the people who brought him here are now quietly staying in the inn, only watching the movements of the Heart Grocery Shop.

Even though he urged them many times a day to return, his disciples insisted on waiting, even if they were scolded and beaten each day, they persevered.

Now, he had neither the strength nor the will to oppose his disciples.

With his current strength, he really could not leave; he could only drag it out here.

Through a scout, Wu Tiejun learned that the old hero, Zhao Sihai, had been in Yuezhou for six days already.

Although Wu Tiejun was reluctant to disturb the miracle doctor on behalf of anyone, this old hero Zhao Sihai was indeed someone for whom Wu Tiejun was willing to break this rule.

Thus, a letter came at this time.

Feng Yin, after reading the voluminous letter, deeply felt the fluctuations in Wu Tiejun’s mood.

With a light sigh, he held the letter, feeling exceptionally heavy-hearted.

Despite his unwillingness to act, regardless of how often he declared, ‘the world’s populace has nothing to do with me’, how could he not act for such a hero?

If he was so cold-hearted, then what use is his Spiritual Transformation Technique?

His palm lightly touching the Iron Heart Tree, he said in his mind: “Find out, at which inn is Zhao Sihai staying!”

The Homeward Inn.

It was a newly opened inn, not very large.

They simply modified the original yard wall into a gateway, and transformed the rooms into guest rooms, thus making it a small-scale inn.

But despite its small size, it had all necessary facilities and services, not a bit inferior to the older-brand inns.

Because, this was Ding the Landlord’s inn, naturally, its service quality was high.

Now, Ding the Landlord had made a fortune, taking advantage of Yuezhou’s reconstruction, he opened 120 inns in total. Those with better locations were already fully booked, and those in more remote locations or smaller, would be fully booked in just a few days.

After all, nowadays, there are no few martial artists coming to Yuezhou every day. Aside from a minority who have official connections and can stay in government lodgings, others need to stay at inns.

Predictably, in a few days, people coming to Yuezhou will have no inns to lodge in.

In saying this, the civilian houses and various ruins in Yuezhou City have become hot commodities.

Many locals have started to clean their houses early on, cleared out the room to make it available for the consecutive wave of people coming with the intention of making a fortune.

Zhao Sihai and his group settled in the Homeward Inn. The old master, Zhao, looked pale and sallow. Situated by the window, wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket tightly wrapping his thin figure, making him look like a leather ball.

Yet, even like this, with the harsh winter outside, he still seemed unable to withstand the cold as he kept wiping his runny nose.

For this once near Nine Colors supreme cultivator of his time to fall into such a state, made each disciple who saw him feel heartbroken.

But Zhao Sihai himself didn’t feel the slightest bit of defeat.

He sat in the chair with tranquility, watching the snowflakes rapidly fluttering outside the window, his expression serene and leisurely, unattached to anything.

Suddenly, the old man spoke: “Every year around this time, our region of Tiannan must experience such a heavy snowfall. The sudden change in weather causes a sharp drop in temperature, making it difficult for the common people here to adapt. This is why the elderly rarely have a long life, with the bitter winter accounting for at least one third of the reason.”

“Every winter often results in many elderly commoners unable to persist, taking off their shoes and socks at night, not knowing if they will put them on the next morning.”

“In the end, it’s simply because people’s lives haven’t improved.”

Zhao Sihai spoke in a daze: “If every household could make their homes as warm as spring in winter, then how could so many elderly people lose their lives due to harsh conditions?”

One of his disciples agreed: “What Master said is right, we can’t blame Heaven if our lives are not well off.”

Zhao Sihai sighed: “It is said that in the central regions, the snowfall each year only lasts for a few days, and even though the winter temperature is low, the extent of the cold is manageable. After getting through the coldest days, the daily temperature increases gradually. For the majority of the time, an ordinary person just needs to wear a robe to fend off the winter cold.”

“Yes.”

“But our Tiannan is a treasure land, precisely because of this climate, many heavenly materials and earthly treasures, not to mention precious herbs, can only grow in Tiannan!”

“It’s this climate that cultivates the broad-minded and tenacious spirit of the people in Tiannan. When they roamed the world, they encountered fewer calculations and entanglements compared to the people from the inland. This is perhaps called the so-called impermanence of the world, the principle of every advantage carrying a disadvantage, and also the blessing that Heaven bestows upon us.”

Zhao Sihai looked at the snow, falling flake by flake, his eyes suddenly becoming distant.

It seemed like he saw the disciples and loved ones who had fought to the death along with him.

Could it be they have transformed into these snowflakes, and come back to see me every year?

Though this old cultivator had lost his cultivation, his mindset was still elevated, his tolerance far exceeding that of the ordinary cultivators, understanding worldly matters, otherwise how could he survive in the world for so many years, nurturing talents despite the loss of his cultivation and all his family.

But for some unknown reason, today he suddenly had delusions.

“Perhaps it is, the end of my life.”