374. Please embark on your journey (twenty-fourth chapter)
Without the slightest hesitation, gripping the long staff tightly, a rare excitement welled up within him, as if he had become at least ten years younger. He murmured to himself, "This trip to the borderlands...this journey has made me understand everything."
Anyone can make the rules, but only the strongest can maintain them.
What happened after the Holy Emperor disappeared is something we should all understand. If we want to maintain the position we have worked so hard to achieve...
We need a strong backing. With the Holy Emperor gone, will these aristocratic families still keep their promises to us?
Old Hu shook his head. "The aristocratic families are now acting ambiguously, and all the talented young people have been recruited by them or major sects. We have also lost quite a few talented individuals."
What's left are just people these big-name families don't want. Aside from a few who can't be retained due to personality clashes, we simply can't keep them.
Master Meng nodded, as if he understood, and said, "Yes, these are the talented disciples I've been considering."
They would never want to develop like ordinary gifted people.
Moreover, talented people already have a high social status, and forcibly pulling them down to be on equal footing is just wishful thinking.
For example, we should also distinguish ourselves from the adults in front of us.
During this trip, I discussed with Elder Shi that our lineage should relocate to Lord He's territory. We can take on some positions there, and we should just focus on doing our best.
Those with ability and talent, if they wish to leave, we will allow them all to go.
We need to revise these rules properly in the future.
As the environment changes, we must also constantly adapt. Only in this way can we avoid disappearing.
Then he said in a low voice, 'Go back and arrange your departure. Since the master has come here, I should naturally come out to see him; otherwise, wouldn't we become a laughingstock?'
For thirty years I've been timid and hesitant, but today I move forward with boundless ambition and determination. My steps are firm, just as my heart has made its decision.
Just as Old Hu was about to say something, Old Meng gently waved his hand.
Although Meng Lao's speed seemed slow, she arrived in front of He Chen in just a few steps, bowed and said, "Greetings, Lord He. I am a member of the miscellaneous school."
I just returned from Wanzhou a few days ago and am preparing to move there. I hope you will take good care of me in the future.
He spoke softly and respectfully.
He nodded slightly. Though his martial prowess had waned with age, it was normal. This was the difference between cultivators and martial artists. Their lifespans differed; martial artists weakened much faster.
Seemingly not lying, he smiled slightly and said, "Elder Meng, you are too kind. If Elder Meng is willing to come to Wanzhou, you will certainly be welcome."
Old Master Meng didn't care, after all, he knew the style of the master of Wanzhou from the Shi sisters and Old Master Shi.
He gently explained and reminded her, "My lord, the Hou family is a merchant family, and they don't have much of a foundation."
However, if you kill this constable, it might cause some trouble.
The others were also from collateral branches of the family in this city, and presumably didn't have much ambition.
However, since you've offended the government, they're probably plotting to arrest you.
He explained in detail, "My lord is brave and unparalleled, so naturally you are not afraid. However, this royal city is suppressed by a great formation, with thick dragon energy and scarce spiritual energy."
Furthermore, the soldiers possess numerous bows, arrows, and sharp blades, which poses a significant disadvantage to your forces, sir. Why not avoid their direct confrontation and await an opportune moment?
Then I remembered what Old Hu had said: the master hoped that, if possible, the kidnapped woman could be rescued.
She quickly said, "My lord, I will go to the Marquis's mansion to handle this matter. If there are any survivors, I will bring them out."
The area outside the royal city was familiar; I arranged for someone to send him back.
Then they waited quietly for a response.
After a moment's thought, he said softly, "Very well, then I'll leave it to you. The affairs of the Marquis's residence will be handled by you."
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he drew a cloud-piercing arrow. "Take this. If anything happens, simply crush it in your mind."
"Yes, sir." Old Master Meng gently accepted it, a strange coolness and a sense of tranquility penetrating deep into his mind. Then he turned and entered the Marquis's residence to investigate and provide assistance.
She turned slightly and asked the dimly lit corner, "After looking for a while, you should be able to come out now."
I thought you were a big fish before, but you showed no signs of killing me, like a spectator. But now it seems you weren't, and you can come out now.
Does the Hou family have any other tricks up their sleeve?
In a dimly lit corner, a figure dressed entirely in black sat quietly, his face hidden behind a black mask, exuding an aura of mystery.
A pair of bright and calm eyes. In the eyes of the dead, the dead are like ants, showing no emotion whatsoever.
He simply observed the person he was watching, like an outsider, as if searching for something. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes when he realized he had been discovered, but he quickly concealed it.
King Wu? King Wu? There are experts lurking in every corner of the royal city; it's truly astonishing.
A wisp of energy collided with each other in the air, violently rippled like visible waves in water, rolling and crashing.
The bricks and stones on the ground shattered inch by inch, the cracking sounds echoing around, and the atmosphere became tense, as if foreshadowing a huge storm that was about to break.
But then it abruptly disappeared, leaving only a mess on the ground.
A glance, their eyes met in the air, conveying no other meaning, just a simple test.
Looking at the seemingly harmless bystander, he pondered for a moment and asked softly, "The royal city is truly a place where hidden talents abound. You are quite capable, sir. This place is not under your jurisdiction."
The man in black nodded slightly, then shook his head slightly.
Not wanting to speculate too much, he quietly decided, "You stay here and guard this place for a while. Once Elder Meng has finished his search, you can deal with this place."
They looked up, met each other's gaze, and his domineering tone made it an unchallengeable decision. His aura flowed in the air, as if suppressed by an supreme being; refusal meant death.
At this moment, the man in black felt a sense of helplessness and resistance. He was about to refuse when the oppressive aura from the left, right, and above him made him unable to move. He could only nod slightly downwards.
"Alright, that's good. Since you've agreed, don't go back on your word." He Chen smiled happily, and, not wanting to trouble two people at once, said softly, "I'll leave the cleanup here to you."
The man in black nodded helplessly again. His heart churned silently, "I can't beat you, there's nothing I can do."
Seeing the man in black agree, he smiled even more broadly, 'Who is the Hou family paying tribute to?'
The man in black remained silent, his aura concealed as he slowly blended into his surroundings. His gaze was level, as if he hadn't heard anything, and he seemed to gradually disappear from his surroundings.
Like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years, He Chen's eyes showed no emotional fluctuation. He nodded slightly, "I understand. It seems it's best to leave it at that."
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