315 The Rise and Fall of the Royal City (Chapter 44)

Watching the beauty depart, a surge of happiness welled up in my heart. Her cloud-like hair was disheveled by the wind, her golden lotus feet moved lightly, her rouge dyed the color of spring water, and her beauty was seen amidst the green clouds. A gentle breeze blew, and at this moment, a sense of warmth flowed through my heart.

In this vast world, there are finally some people I miss, and some ties I have with them. It's alright if that's how it is.

A man is born with a tall and strong frame, destined to display his ambitions. He studies diligently, burning the midnight oil and rising at dawn, ready to hone his sword and achieve countless victories. He shares the spoils of war with his troops across eight hundred miles, and listens to the sounds of his zither playing beyond the Great Wall. He reviews his troops on the autumn battlefield. He settles his affairs, wins the hearts of those around him, and lives a peaceful life.

With a light touch, Yunfeng Xingbu arrived swiftly. They quickly caught up, and the group slowed their pace, whispering amongst themselves, seemingly unaware of the person behind them.

With large hands and strong arms, he instantly embraced the group, holding them tightly on both sides, and carried them quickly away.

A burning heat enveloped their waists, and the group instantly went limp, leaning against each other quietly. Then, Jingzhai whispered, "Chen Lang, this Star Token of the Demon Slayer Division is entrusted to you. This token can command all the other Demon Slayer Divisions."

She gently took out a palm-sized token and placed it in her lover's arms without the slightest hesitation. She softly explained, "My love, this token has great power, but the members of the Demon Slayer Division also value power above all else; you should be aware of that."

Then he sighed softly, "If you have enough strength, you can naturally gain their trust. After all, it's a matter of life and death. However, some places may have been swallowed up over the years, but that's alright."

I used to think that with my elder brother's grace and ability, I could help all living beings, achieve universal harmony, and seek what is beneficial to the world!

Then she chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Does Shen Lang think I'm too idealistic and womanly? Do you feel that I'm upholding lofty virtues and noble ideals, single-mindedly pursuing peace and harmony, overestimating my abilities for the sake of the dynasty?"

A hint of self-mockery, a hint of self-pity. In the past, there was no one to confide in, but now he speaks his heart out, and explains in a low voice, "It's just that the previous dynasty was in great chaos, and my brother the emperor has not yet risen up. He has seen too many people displaced and evil spirits causing trouble."

Even I, though from the same family, was affected. At that time, I was powerless to do anything. Later, I saw my elder brother fight against many heroes alone, and he was more decisive in killing than my lover. Therefore, I did not object to my lover's decision.

Just like my elder brother, he also ruthlessly slaughtered those who disobeyed or maliciously hindered us. At that time, I thought, if I could eradicate all evil in the world, wouldn't everyone finally live in peace?

His tone was leisurely, with a soft sigh and a self-deprecating tone. In his youth, he harbored great ambitions, cared deeply for the common people, and was anxious about their well-being. But in the end, all he could do was sigh.

The Martial Emperor is ultimately not enough. Without her elder brother's help, she is not just a talented young woman in the mortal world. If she is unlucky, she will be nothing more than a speck of dust in the vast world, insignificant, just like those people in the mortal world who find it difficult to cultivate.

In the end, they are not much different from the children of other clans, with limited abilities, and they are increasingly aware of this. This world has always belonged to the powerful or the mighty.

A compassionate heart must be tempered with the strength of an indestructible vajra.

Otherwise, if one lacks talent but aspires to climb high and survey all the mountains, even if one harbors grand ambitions, aims for the benefit of all people, one still needs both the will and the ability.

Lacking heroic abilities, yet harboring lofty ambitions to uplift the world. Holding a lowly position, yet concerned for the world; with a heart as vast as a swan, yet aspiring to great heights; poor and insignificant, yet desiring to transform the world. What a utter joke!

What you learn from books is never enough; you must experience it for yourself to truly understand. Whether my brother is here or not, I am experiencing it firsthand now. In this moment, a different kind of thought arises in my heart. This world ultimately needs someone to support it, and I am still lacking one.

Before Mount Tai, his face remained unchanged. He once thought that the lightning-fast sword in his hand could cleave the sea and split open the ocean. He once thought that he could fight across three thousand miles and block a million soldiers with a single sword. He did not let the cycle of reincarnation in the sea cave be left, but still left an arrow in the Tianshan Mountains to slay demons, monsters, and destroy holy lands. For a thousand years, he followed the path of his elder brother, walking with invincible momentum, and opening an unprecedented era of peace and prosperity.

Indeed, the leaky boat, laden with wine, drifts midstream, too afraid to turn over. In the past, the towering figure in my heart was always there, and I never thought it would disappear. But now, the east wind awakens me from my dream, and I lean alone against the high tower, refusing to believe that there is any sorrow in the world!

Feeling her lover's burning warmth, which dispelled the cold wind, she felt an overwhelming sense of reliance and murmured, "My love, from now on, you will have to shoulder all these burdens. I entrust my life to you."

Thinking of Shen Lang, a border madman, who single-handedly conquered ten thousand mountains, slaughtering them until the mountains bowed their heads. Truly, he traversed ten thousand miles in a single night, slaying a million soldiers with a single stroke!

Again, the ghostly carriage appears, a dashing young man, simple in character, preferring to be a true villain rather than a hypocrite! Last night I experienced it firsthand, and he truly is a gentleman. When the storm rises, he will shoot towards the sky.

Thinking of this, her ears turned red. She gently blew on them and whispered, "Please don't find it offensive, Chen Lang."

The other three chuckled softly. Suddenly, a spring breeze caressed their faces, and a hundred flowers bloomed.

Gently hug me tighter, fingers pressing firmly, soft against my waist, as if a willow branch is caressing me!

He said softly, "I understand, but the affairs of this manor will require everyone's continued attention."

He paused again, then continued, "There's an acre of land available in the newly built mansion; the dragon blood rice from before can probably be planted there."

Upon hearing this, Yun Su exclaimed in surprise, as did the other three. Dragon Blood Rice was not easy to grow. It had only become popular in recent years because some blessed lands, after a long time, had insufficient spiritual energy, so some of it was released.

It wasn't without a hint of testing, to see if there were other methods, if there were any hidden, undiscovered blessed lands—killing several birds with one stone. Great sects that have stood the test of time for millennia never measure time in years. But ordinary people do measure it in days, considering fifty years a long life—is this not both tragic and laughable?

The saying goes that a day in heaven is equivalent to a year on earth, and there's nothing wrong with that. All of this is simply a matter of the differences between humans and mortals!

Piaomiaoyue was slightly surprised, "Shen Lang, you can grow Dragon Blood Rice? A single grain of Dragon Blood Rice is a top-quality elixir, and it has no burden. Countless wealthy and powerful people, as well as cultivators, crave it."

However, very few people can obtain it. Spirit rice is rare and can be transformed into food. It is a rare and precious spiritual item!

It is said that this Dragon Blood Rice belongs to the Dragon Spirit Sect, and other sects have tried to obtain it without success. However, it is unknown whether a Spirit Rice Sect later improved upon it and developed a new variety of Dragon Blood Rice, but this one only achieves about one-third of the desired effect.

He paused, a hint of reluctance in his eyes, "Although the effect was reduced, some powerful and wealthy people were overjoyed and spent huge sums of money to obtain it. But later, it was revealed that this method was against the natural order!"