Chapter Thirty-Seven: Autumn Colors on the Wei River
one in the state of Qi would initiate this," Jiang Wang shook his head and asked, "Then who do you think it is"“It’s hard to say for sure right now,” Zhao Xuanyang said. “We have too many enemies.”"H...Qin Zhizhen's style remains as always, steadfast and resolute, direct and decisive.
Replied immediately.
"I'll be right there."
He did come quickly.
The legendary Yanluo Hall spans the boundary between the void and the mortal realm, reconstructing the rules of Weishui. Ghost projections within the hall are faintly visible, all wanting to break out. The Ghost Mengpo, the God Judge, the Black and White Impermanence... each is a powerful Yin spirit, there's even a possibility of Jin Zhen.
Of course, the strongest is still Qin Zhichen's deity.
He directly stepped out of the main hall and walked out of the void. His soul was naked, with a crown robe on his body. He manifested the majestic form of the King Yama, wielding a horizontal and vertical sword, and hanging an iron wall shield. His imposing aura shook heaven and earth.
His form was majestic, reaching straight for the heavens. His aura was vast, suppressing the wilderness. Dark clouds obscured the sunlight, and with a single palm strike, he reversed the clear sky and earth. He held back nothing, his breath pressing down on the Wei River by several feet!
He walked very quickly.
Yemma's royal robes had turned into beggar's rags, her hair was dripping wet, and there were even mud stains on it.
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He strode out of the void and limped back in, not uttering a word throughout. A tough guy to the core.
Master Jiang stood independently in the air, his sword pointed toward the distance. However, he didn't feel particularly exhilarated – it wasn't that Qin Zhizhen wasn't strong enough, but rather his current state of mind prevented him from fully enjoying the thrill of battle.
But that day, the sky was vast and clear, the Wei River flowed vigorously, it was truly a splendid autumn day.
A hundred years of a person's life, ten thousand years in the world, are no more than a fleeting moment.
How can one bear the good times
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Jiang Wang had never been one to waste time. He straightened his clothes, sat facing the river with the wind as his desk and clouds as his seat, laid out a piece of paper, and carefully pondered. Picking up his pen, he wrote:
At the end of September, strolling by the Wei River, I met a friend and we had a very pleasant conversation.
Let's talk, and then I'll go for a walk alone.
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"I, too, am a man of leisure, leisurely strolling by the great river."
“The water is clear as a mirror, and turbid like mud. The sky is sunny one moment, and then overcast with clouds, as if heaven were about to rain. Green rain, green rain, when will you appear among the clouds”
The illusory realm is simply convenient.
The reply came quickly.
"Speak plainly."
Jiang Wang picked up his pen and said, "Have you been free lately Want to go out for a stroll"
Ye Qingyu replied: "As I told you last time, because my cultivation in killing techniques isn't very good, I was forced to take over the family business and protect myself with martial arts—these days I'm communicating with the National Assembly and their High Priest about the Heavenly Horse Trading Route...Even Master Jiang, who always practices his martial arts even when we take walks, now has some free time"
Jiang Wang glanced at the Yanfu Sword Prison, which was spinning unconsciously in his hands, casually tossing it aside. He sheepishly replied to the message: "Just chatting, won't take up much time."
Ye Qingyu replied, "If you are in Yuyan, please don't write to me again. Wait until you safely withdraw before we talk. Although the road ahead is long, we have plenty of time."
Jiang Wang wrote: "No, I'm still by the Wei River. I'm paying close attention."
Ye Qingyu's handwriting was extremely elegant, with an ethereal and mystical air. Yet, the content of his words lacked any sense of aloof detachment, as if tinged with a smile and profound meaning: "Hesitating at Wuguan but refusing to cross, this is not truly the nature of the Immortal Jiang. I presume you have something on your mind"
Jiang Wang could almost see her half-smiling expression. She just turned her head to look over, her eyes holding the vastness of clouds and mountains, and him, Jiang Wang.
Wǔguān, wǔguān, life has come to this point, every hesitation.
No wonder people aren't brave.
Jiang Wang glanced at the distant Xiongguan and wrote a letter asking, "Qingyu, why are you always so leisurely"
Ye Qingyu replied: "Because I'm taking a long road. Burning too early, I'm afraid I won't reach the end."
Jiang Wang pondered for a long time before continuing to write: "Speaking of which, this trip to the Southern Region, I encountered a strange thing - wait a moment, let me write you the ins and outs."
Ye Qingyu's reply came quickly: "Let's talk about something else later. How about we discuss some serious matters now"
Jiang Wang stopped his writing, a mixture of apprehension and relief washing over him. He erased the carefully crafted words that felt inevitably pretentious, then with a light touch, wrote: "Go ahead, tell me."
Ye Qingyu's letter came back immediately: "Mr. Jiang, please elaborate on the strengths and weaknesses of the Lingxiao Sword Canon and the Tianhe Sword Art. Analyze the conflict between the Yunzhuan Divine Ability's imitation of Heavenly Sound Thunder. This problem has troubled me for a long time."
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Jiang Wang was taken aback, but instinctively picked up a pen. Without even thinking, he started writing a lengthy treatise, and as he wrote, a smile unknowingly crept onto his face.
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At last, he lifted his eyes from the pages of his densely written manuscript. His gaze swept across a vista of water meeting sky, with migrating geese skimming overhead, everything serene and at peace.
He finally saw the autumn scenery of the Wei River.
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The tens of thousands of miles long and soaring into the clouds Yu Yuan Great Wall is a marvel of the present world.
It almost demonstrated the mobilization limit of a hegemonic power in its time, a truly unimaginable spectacle.
Standing on the Yuquan Great Wall and looking down, the mountains resemble mud balls, the river like a thin ribbon, and people are invisible.
That is to say, Wang Yiwu had a pair of divinely gifted and insightful eyes, which allowed him to clearly see the reconnaissance riders from the Shura clan.
They rode upon bone-armored blood-marked rhinoceroses, behind them fluttered bloodsoul battle banners emblazoned with the insignia of their legions, as they galloped wildly across the vast plains.
The resentment of the ancient tribes, after a long time, still cannot be dispelled, giving them the power to fight for a long time.
The construction of the Yu Yuan Great Wall brought a great liberation of military power to the Qin and Li nations, but for the Asura clan, it was a heavy blow to their throat.
Throughout the entire construction process, the Asura clan's attacks never ceased. Even today, the trend continues to worsen.
Now, a full ten Asura Kings stand before the Yu'an Changcheng!
They each brought strong armies, and on the long defense line of tens of thousands of miles, they constantly attacked the defenders and continuously destroyed the integrity of Yu Yuan's Great Wall.
At the beginning of its construction, Qin state built the Great Wall at a tremendous cost, almost filling the land with flesh and blood. Sometimes, battles raged in the front while construction continued in the rear. When the Shura clan attacked, the army fought on the front lines, while commoners armed with shovels and knives rushed to the wall.
At this juncture, there is absolutely no intention of engaging in a direct confrontation. Instead, they choose to rely on the Yuyan City Wall for defense.
Qin Li reached a consensus—as long as they could withstand this period of the Asura clan's frenzied attacks, there would be plenty of time in the future for them to repay.
It's not that the Human race lacked the courage to face danger. It was simply that after the construction of the Yu Yuan Wall, there was no longer a need to face it.
Or perhaps Yu Bian's expenditure is ongoing, but no longer in the form of human lives for the demon king, but instead with demon flesh to counter the high walls, thick barriers, and powerful bows and crossbows.
Wang Yiwu's posture was indeed upright. He was more disciplined than Yu Yuan, even more so than the bricks on the Great Wall. Like a javelin standing there naturally, he was the prototype of a soldier.
In contrast, Chong Xuan, who leaned against the battlement wall, seemed rather carefree.
A pure white garment, unstained by the grime, stood out strikingly against this battlefield of gray and black.
His hand that hung by the inner wall held a jar of wine. He lazily looked up at the sky—his gaze swept past Wang Yiwu's helmet and met the giant eagle that spanned the heavens.
The Asura King named "Huang Ye Yu" was the powerful being sitting on the back of the giant eagle. In recent days, he has become increasingly bold, often flying over the Yuyan Changcheng (a defensive wall in ancient China) to observe the rear of the human race.
"Your fellow apprentice, Master Ji, seems to have been through something lately," Chongxuan said as he took a gulp of his wine. "I think he's truly pushing himself too hard."
After Chongxuan's words fell, a figure in white robes and silver armor appeared in Wang Yiwu's vision.
He carried his spear reversed, walking between the demon riders of the Asura clan. The polished tip of his spear, on the desolate wasteland, drew a bright blood line, rising and falling like a serpent.
Wang Yiwu looked at such a distant scenery without turning back: "After this Yu Yuan trial ends, he will go to challenge Li Yi."
Zheng Xuan hesitated for a moment, holding the wine flask aloft, but said nothing.
For someone like Ji Zhao Nan, this is perfectly normal.
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At the gathering by the Yellow River, Li Yi rose to prominence with a display of unprecedented cultivation. He utterly dominated all cultivators under thirty from various nations, leaving none able to rival him.
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Ji Zhaonan, Ye Lan'er, Murong Longce, Cang Ming, Huang Budong, which one is not a peerless genius of the world Which one is not among the top talents of the three realms during the year 3919 AD when several major kingdoms were undisputed "the most talented"
Similarly, both Dan Guo Zhang Xun and Song Guo Chen Si Wu, who also secured unlimited spots in the main tournament, arrived with a burning desire to make their mark and put in efforts that far surpassed the ordinary. Only then were they able to step onto the Guanhe Stage and test their strength.
But none of these people made an appearance.
The first game of the competition ended before it even began.
Li Yihao declared with a single sword, facing everyone, aiming to decide the outcome with one strike, yet no one could withstand it.
This is the origin of "Tianxia Li Yi," before his sword even leaves its sheath, he is already the absolute protagonist.
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Jiang Wang walked the most difficult path to victory, winning the most brilliant triumph, only then was he qualified to be called a champion alongside him.
But were those former prodigies truly subdued
There were the sounds of unsheathing swords at that time.
At that time, Ji Zhaonan once said that he did not disdain to use many against few, and he could not afford to fight in a state of divine presence. However, when he ascended to the realm of true, he would challenge Li Yi, and then observe the unfinished battle at the Guanhe Platform.
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This statement is not really taken seriously.
Who hasn't said a few empty words to save face in their lifetime
Li Yi is the first human in history to reach the realm of True Person before the age of thirty. He is destined to be inscribed on the monument of cultivation.
Anyone who avoids him can be understood and sympathized with.
But the person who said that at the time was Ji Zhaonan.
The proud and solitary Ji ZhaoNan. He would never swallow his own words.
So he is truly going to challenge Li Yi.
This is a life-or-death challenge. Since the meeting at the Yellow River, they have been preparing for war for eight years.
He came to Yu Yuan, just preparing for the final!
Perhaps in the eyes of many, this was a doomed, even suicidal challenge—Ji Zhaonan had fallen far behind, and Li Yi had no reason to hold back.
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Perhaps many people also can't understand, is a word spoken eight years ago really that important Worthy of Ji Zhaonan's commitment like this He had just achieved the status of a true person, with an infinitely bright future, he gave up everything and went to fight others desperately, it's really hard to see the point.
But those who can't understand certainly wouldn't include Chong Xuan Zun.
Because that's the choice he would make.
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"What are you talking about"
When the white robe billowed like clouds flying, Ji Zhaonan had already landed on the city wall.
This question seemed to be asked to two people at the same time, but he happened to stand between Wang Yiwu and Chong Xuanzun, facing Wang Yiwu and with his back to Chong Xuanzun.
Just then, Chongxuan turned his head and gazed out at the endless expanse beyond the Great Wall.
These two, both dressed in white, seem to be afraid of being mistaken for each other, with a clear line dividing them.
"They're discussing the new army of General Wang Zhao," Wang Yiwu said in a serious tone. "General Wang Zhao is truly skilled at training soldiers. In that just-finished attack, he used battle to train his troops, clearly testing out new tactics. The casualties among the new recruits were few, and they matured very quickly."
Most powerful armies in the world typically have a large reserve force to immediately fill any gaps.
As the Marquis of Nine Returns said back then: "A man may die, but his banner shall not be broken."
Because every elite army in the world is a pillar of a nation and the foundation of a general's honor and disgrace. If they cannot maintain the strongest combat power, their banner will be removed.
So, the ability to train troops on the battlefield is very important.
Generals like Wang Zhao had a substantial amount of troops under their command. In high-intensity wars, they often managed to hold out in the face of adversity.
Ji Zhaonan naturally knew about military affairs, and he couldn't deny Chong Xuanzun's military capability. He could only nod in agreement and say: "General Xiao Wang is thoughtful!"
As a soldier in the State of Qi, Wang Yiwu had never slacked off on his research into the Asura Army. He certainly hadn't overlooked observing the Qin and Li strong armies.
He looked at Ji Zhaonan: “Brother Ji, are you going out hunting tonight”
Although the human race maintains a defensive posture overall, it doesn't mean they just stand idle on the city walls. They occasionally launch surprise attacks, either for training or to disrupt Asura's deployments.
Those like Ji ZhaoNan, Chong XuanZun, and Wang YiWu frequently flew down from the Great Wall, venturing alone to track down the traces of powerful Shura warriors. They called this "hunting."
The Mystical Realm was sealed, which is why the Celestial Pride group came to Yu Yuan for training.
This, of course, is also something to be proud of—our great Qi Empire has won a victory at sea. We can now free up manpower to travel all over the place. How could this not be the imposing might of the Eastern Kingdom
What kind of hunt is it again
Huang Bu Dong walked over from a distance with his hands tucked into his sleeves, his neck hunched and his back slightly arched. He trembled slightly and said weakly, "Can you guys take a few days off I haven't had a good night's sleep in ages."
He really couldn't hang out with these guys, they were all too fond of playing with death. They went hunting in the morning, afternoon, and evening. They didn't even take a break every three days or bathe five days out of seven; at least they should have a day off every ten days!
These bastards, they never blink. They're either fighting or on their way to a fight.
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As the pride of Qin, he couldn't help but follow them on Qin territory. It diminishes the glory of the mighty warriors of Qin... He truly hated these people.
Ji Zhao'nan looked at Huang Bu'dong: "It's not winter yet, you're already wearing mink."
Huang Budong leaned against the battlement, listlessly saying: "In two days it'll be Mengdong. It just so happens I found this one, so I'll wear it now to avoid trouble later."
Ji Zhao asked, "Where is Qin Zhizhen"
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The State of Qin wasn't entirely comprised of lazy people. Individuals like Qin Zhizhen, Gan Chang'an, and Wei Yu were very enthusiastic about hunting expeditions.
Especially Qin Zhizhen, no matter who went hunting or when they called him, he would follow without a word. He is considered the number one person to attend duty in the State of Qin.
Huang Butong shrank his shoulders and shook his head: "I don't know, he received a letter and just left suddenly. He said he would be back soon—but it’s been quite a while now."
He turned his head to look at Chong Xuan Zun: "Is there something wrong with your Tai Xu Pavilion"
Zhong Xuan turned his gaze back from the vast expanse beyond the pass, shook the wine flask in his hand slightly, and with a faint smile, said: "It's not time for the meeting yet."
"Your Taixu Pavilion, is there never any sudden incident in normal times" Gan Chang'an hid a dagger in his sleeve, shifting on the battlement, sometimes far, sometimes near.
"That's rather uncommon," Chongxuan said quietly. "There aren't many things in this world that they can't handle themselves."
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Ji Zhaonan looked at the giant eagle in the distant sky: “Huang Ye Yu has become more and more arrogant lately, does Zhen Hou not plan to give him a lesson”
“We young people should still handle our own affairs.” Wei Yu arrived at this moment, brandishing his sword and smiling, “On my way here I heard them arguing in their camp, debating which prodigy was the most imposing.”
Huang Bu-dong still kept his sleeves tucked in, but he pulled his head out from under them.
Ji Zhao nan took out a white cloth and gently wiped the gun's blade.
Zhonghuan sipped his wine calmly. But suddenly, his sword brows shot up, and he turned his head to look at the other side of Yu Yuan Changcheng.
“What is that” Wang Yiwu asked.
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All eyes turned, catching sight of a streak of azure light in the distance. It seemed like a bridge from a distant past, spanning across time and connecting to the present.
"Let's go, let's go."
The group of people who had just assembled scattered in an instant.
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