Changing the flag of the Southern Xinjiang king
Ren Xuan reacted. He looked at Fang Cun, his eyes darkening, and his voice grew colder: "The Xiao family robbed and murdered Lu Hengyu, and you were there."
Fang Cun didn't even raise his eyelids: "I was there from beginning to end."
The young man said in a deep voice, "I know everything about Xiao Dingyuan: his martial arts, his techniques, his Qi, and even his little-known swordplay habits. I know the imperceptible downward movement he makes when launching a move, and I know how his landings always leave a slight deviation."
"So, as long as the body is returned to Qin Chengxiu's hands, no matter how Fang Weian tries to protect it, it will only be irrefutable evidence."
"Because—Xiao Dingyuan is the murderer."
Fang Cun finally looked at Ren Xuan, his eyes calm and his voice cold, almost emotionless: "Because, I am him."
Fang Weian will eventually make a decision.
For the overall situation, for the people, or for that one person.
Ren Xuan narrowed his eyes and stared at Fang Cun: "What about you? What do you want? You did all this just to watch a show?"
Fang Cun turned around and looked at him with a frank look: "General Ren, I suspect that the 'Rebirth Technique' was created by Fang Weian."
He paused: “The one who occupied Junior Master and took away Xiao Jingyuan’s existence is likely to be Xiao Dingyuan in essence.”
Fang Cun raised his eyes and glanced at Ren Xuan, his gaze like a knife cutting through snow. "In theory, the soul consciousness is a whole, so it shouldn't be possible for one person to take over multiple people. But his energy-dividing technique naturally allows him to have multiple bodies. Naturally, he can take over multiple targets."
Fang Cun's eyes were heavy. "If I am truly reversing cause and effect, then I only need to kill Xiao Dingyuan and stop Fang Weian from creating 'Return of Life', and that evil ghost behind me will disappear."
The young man's tone was cold yet firm: "If we cut off the 'cause', there will be no 'result'. Everything can end, and everyone can come back."
Ren Xuan whispered: "...How to stop Fang Weian?"
Fang Cun lowered his eyes, his voice filled with an indescribable chill and pity: "For centuries, people have revered 'Resurrection' as a guiding principle. But every 'resurrection' is merely the cultivation of a backup body. Once those backup bodies gain consciousness, it's not others who are torn apart, but Xiao Dingyuan's own soul. The length of time can destroy a person. For centuries, this technique has been misused, and with each rebirth, Xiao Dingyuan—has long been destroyed."
Fang Cun smiled, with a chilling coldness in his voice: "I think Fang Weian doesn't want to see his prince become just a madman in the end, right?"
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Sometimes, we have to admit that people like Fang Cun, who never trust human nature, actually understand human nature better.
Everything that happened afterwards was almost exactly as Fang Cun had said.
On the third day, Qin Chengxu sent an envoy to the South Camp to demand the arrest of all the generals involved in the case, and listed 33 people on the list.
The envoy spoke solemnly, not yielding a word: "Your Majesty has ordered that for all those involved in the case, only their names will be asked, not their official rank."
On the fifth day, the imperial envoy arrived again. No one knew what the envoy talked about with Fang Weian. On that day, Fang Weian put Xiao Dingyuan in prison.
On the sixth day, Lu Bingzhao led his troops into the camp.
What he brought was a box of irrefutable evidence, and what he took away was a black box lacquered in vermilion.
In the box was sealed the head of King Yong'an of the Yuan Dynasty.
Lu Bingzhao didn't say a word throughout the whole process. At that time, the south wind was blowing gently, and among the tens of thousands of soldiers in the army, no one dared to speak.
On the tenth day, Fang Weian submitted a letter of allegiance. The emperor, mindful of his merits, did not blame him for his faults and issued a general amnesty.
At this point, the flag of the king of Southern Xinjiang was changed, and the Kyushu region was determined.
Ren Xuan climbed to the top of the city wall. The sky was about to break, and the wind on the top of the city wall was wrapped in dew and soaked in the chill before dawn.
Ren Xuan handed the surrender letter from Southern Xinjiang to Qin Chengxiu: "Your Majesty, this is the surrender letter from Southern Xinjiang."
Qin Chengxiu took it, but he didn't look down.
The young emperor stood atop the city wall, his gaze fixed on the vast mountains and rivers below. He spoke slowly, "Xiuyuan, now the world... is in our hands."
Ren Xuan replied lightly, "Yes."
He thought Qin Chengxiu would read the surrender letter, but unexpectedly the other party just took his hand and started a fire. The flames devoured the letter inch by inch. The wind blew and the ashes were scattered by the wind.
Qin Chengxu had spent so much effort to gain the submission of Southern Xinjiang without bloodshed, but now he had burned it all down.
Ren Xuan was confused for a moment: "Your Majesty?"
Qin Chengxiu just smiled and said calmly, "It's nothing. Let Hengyu see it."
Ren Xuan paused and spoke to comfort him: "Your Majesty, the dead are gone——"
Qin Chengxiu slowly shook his head: "Don't try to persuade me. You are not Xiuyuan, so there is no point in trying to persuade me."
Ren Xuan was stunned.
Qin Chengxiu replied calmly, "Don't be nervous. I know you have no ill intentions."
He turned his head to look at Ren Xuan: "I read your fortune, it's Qian Gua."
Ren Xuan's expression changed slightly, and he realized that Qin Huaizhang's "Fuxi Glimpse into the Sky" was all left over from Qin Chengxiu's play.
Ren Xuan's expression changed slightly: "When did you find out?"
Qin Chengxiu's tone remained calm. "Heng Yan hasn't had a proper meal since that day. The light in Bing Zhao's tent was on all night last night. And you, you're incredibly calm."
He looked at his palm: "I didn't intend to use the life magic again... Before Hengyu left that day, I thought about it and did it."
"Trading one life for the land of Kyushu." He whispered, "How can this not be a great fortune?"
The wind picked up, and the flags fluttered like thunder. As Ren Xuan gazed at the young emperor ascending the throne, dominating the world, he felt an indescribable sense of melancholy.
Qin Chengxiu closed his palms and said, "I can't figure out fate anymore. I don't want to believe in it anymore."
He turned to look at Ren Xuan: "Please tell me where Xiu Yuan is. I'm very worried about him."
Ren Xuan was stunned for a moment. Before he could speak, Qin Chengxu continued, "I don't want Heng Yan and Bing Zhao to worry too. So I hope you can get Xiu Yuan back before they find out."
His tone was extremely calm, as if he was saying something very ordinary, but there was an invisible pressure that poured down from the depths of the abyss and the heights of the mountains.
Ren Xuan didn't dare to hide anything, he told the truth.
Ren Xuan explained the cause and effect succinctly, and concluded, "The Northern King might have also been caught up in the strange phenomenon. That day when the strange phenomenon in Southern Border appeared, someone in my world also saw the Barbarian King."
Qin Chengxiu had no objection to such bizarre and supernatural things. He listened quietly and said in a deep voice, "Leave behind the formation you just mentioned."
Ren Xuan hesitated for a moment and said, "This formation was not created by me. The master of the formation is in the Southern Mansion."
Qin Chengxiu said calmly, "It's just right. You can go to the Nan Mansion. You can go to the Nan Mansion's King's Ceremony on my behalf."
Ren Xuan accepted the order and withdrew.
As the sun gradually rose, the sky became brighter, and the light shining on Qin Chengxu seemed to have coated him with a layer of light gold.
He slowly raised his head, and his eyes reflected the moment when the light broke through the clouds.
The clouds parted, and the sky was bright, as if the world was opened up just for him.
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