554 The East Wind Awakens the Hero's Dream
Old Shi's previously tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and his eyes revealed relief and peace of mind. He said softly, "These people have all broken through, which is truly gratifying."
We can finally breathe a little easier; from now on, they'll have to rely on themselves.
With successors in place, the hopes for inheritance and continuation have been fulfilled. I can say I haven't let my ancestors down.
Old Meng looked somewhat relieved.
He thanked him softly, "Thank you, Elder Shi. Your choice was right."
A hint of self-mockery flashed in Meng Lao's eyes as he laughed at his youthful ignorance, thinking he could predict everything.
In the end, he looked old and frail, waking people from their sweet dreams.
It was truly a wonderful dream of wandering among immortals, regardless of the cold bamboo and pine trees. When I returned, my hair was already completely white, and my youthful beauty was gone.
Old Shi gently comforted them, "Look ahead, they have already surpassed us by a lot, and they certainly won't be much worse off in the future."
We did our best; at least they still acknowledge us in their hearts, don't they?
The path we once walked, with its unknown future, now seems to have vanished, replaced by a clear and bright future.
Time flies, and the unfulfilled thirst for knowledge has now transformed into a clear path, promising a bright future and guiding us forward.
At this moment, Elder Shi and Elder Meng seemed to be one with heaven and earth, their expressions dazed, as if the world was already full.
After a short while, their minds returned to normal, and both of them were filled with emotion.
Old Master Meng chuckled softly, a hint of worry in his voice, "I'm not worried about having no successor, but seeing Qingxuan and Wanwan, it seems they're deeply in love without realizing it. I'm afraid they'll suffer later."
Old Shi nodded silently, but at this moment, he no longer wanted to get involved in the affairs of the young people.
Flowers may bloom again, but youth never returns. Without youthful exuberance, how can one know if their wishes will not be fulfilled, and without regret?
Within the State of Qi, the Battle of Xizi Prefecture was truly earth-shattering and awe-inspiring.
The world was shaken, and the news could not be contained. The Xuanji Sect wanted to block it, but they were powerless to do so.
The sect leader, Mo Taizhen, died in battle, and it is also suspected that the demonic vice-leader also died in battle.
The Red King's subordinates were almost all killed or wounded.
It can be said that at least two Martial Emperors and a bunch of Martial Kings died.
Emperor Wu, Emperor Wu, King of Qi—it's as if Emperor Wu himself is worthless.
The eldest prince of the royal palace, the second prince who went south, the head and young master of the Fei family, Ji Yanran, Zuo Shi, and Liu Rui of the Bodai Prefecture, the Wu family, and the Xie family, all in disbelief, began to estimate what would happen next.
Suddenly, a storm was brewing.
Meanwhile, in the State of Qi, Bai Yangzi, residing in the Supreme Palace, had changed from his usual calm and composed demeanor, remaining unmoved even when a thousand mountains collapsed, as if he had everything under control and could single-handedly establish the dynasty.
At this moment, a chill ran through me, a deep coldness rising from the depths of my heart. The entire Qi Kingdom was now like the eye of a raging storm.
All the turmoil was brewing, slowly forming in the shadows. A bigger storm might sweep across the entire Qi Kingdom. Thinking of this, he could no longer maintain his usual composure and calmness.
Upon hearing this, Elder Zhengqiu was so shocked that he gripped his sword tightly, his eyes wide with horror, as if he had witnessed the most unbelievable thing in the world.
Emperor Wu died in battle. The death of Emperor Wu, a fall of an emperor, was something that even the Holy Emperor could hardly have happened.
Emperor Wu, the foundation of a sect, at the sixth level, could be a mountain king, gathering a group of subordinates, avoiding trouble, with good eyesight and caution, living a carefree and comfortable life.
King Wu could establish a sect, find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, occupy a place with a slightly rich spiritual energy, collect rent from the land, protect the safety of the area, and live a carefree life.
As long as you are careful in your daily life and don't flaunt your abilities, people around you will give you some face.
If it is a major sect, the Martial Emperor or Martial Sovereign is a hegemon who suppresses a region. When a hegemon is there, everyone will give him some face. But if a Martial Sovereign doesn't care about face and comes with the sole intention of assassinating someone, he will attack from the outside in.
This is a disaster that will not end until one side is dead.
Therefore, the Red King's attack was aimed at the palace. Thus, although it was an assassination attempt, it was also perfectly legitimate.
Meanwhile, the cultists bullied the weak and attacked villagers who were powerless to fight back.
The difference is like cutting weeds at the root or draining a pond to catch all the fish.
Now that Red King's subordinates have been almost entirely killed or wounded, will Red King seek revenge in a frenzy?
The death of the vice-leader in the demonic cult is a momentous event, and the cult members' revenge will be nothing short of insane.
Bai Yangzi's gaze was deep, and for the first time he felt pressure as if it were coming from all around. He said with a hint of uncertainty, "The other places that are not yet completely stable."
The local families, sects, and forces have prompted our disciples to suspend their fierce conflicts and focus on appeasement and cooperation.
But they are also instructed to guard their own territory, and if any problems arise, to report them immediately. Those who remain obstinate will be dealt with swiftly and decisively, without giving them a chance to recover.
In the end, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes; in chaotic times, heavy burdens are necessary, and constant action is not an option.
Elder Zhengqiu nodded silently, his eyes filled with undisguised shock and worry. After a long silence, he slowly recovered.
He bowed slightly with both hands and calmly said, "As you command, Sect Leader."
He sighed softly, his voice filled with complex emotions, "Although Mo Taizhen is domineering, his strength is undeniable."
He stopped abruptly, knowing full well that the sect leader was aware of it, but he had no choice but to speak up.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have acted so domineeringly, plotting against the King of Qi to divide the country in two and control half of Qi's territory.
If it weren't for his fear of his senior brother's strength, he probably would have wanted even more, and it wouldn't have been impossible for him to control most of the entire Qi Kingdom. At such a young age, concentrating resources is naturally for the purpose of reaching a higher level.
Even if that step is too difficult, the road is ahead, there are traces to follow, so naturally one will move forward without hesitation.
Those who reach the pinnacle of their field are all people with firm resolve and clear aspirations.
Compared to the previous two county towns, those who heard this were utterly horrified.
On the majestic official road, a simple, rustic, and comfortable carriage carried Meng Queyi. Although she was traveling secretly, her father naturally wouldn't let his precious daughter leave alone.
The coachman, Old Chi, who had rushed over, had a pair of half-asleep eyes, a tattered longsword, and a black bamboo hat. He drove the carriage carrying his young mistress slowly along.
The journey took only half a day, but the speed was not slow. A hundred miles away from the capital, the number of pedestrians on the road suddenly decreased, and even when they encountered passing caravans, they were quite cautious with each other.
Seeing the old man's carriage, bicycle, broken sword, old man, or person traveling alone, especially those who have been on the road for a long time, they are very careful not to provoke him.
The sky darkened slightly with clouds, and the surrounding area was open with tall bushes. Around the corner, the sturdy horse slowly came to a stop, halting and neighing softly.
Old Chi had eyes that seemed half-asleep, and his black bamboo hat was slightly lifted, as if he were checking the weather around him.
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