Chapter Forty-Eight: Flowing Light Dances

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Zhongli Yan, who became notorious for beating dogs on the street, was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard of the Chu envoy's residence.

His movements were incredibly slow, so slow that it seemed to contradict his restless nature. His feet were planted firmly like roots, and with just a slight shift, he spent a full minute adjusting his stance. The heavy Nanyue Sword felt remarkably light in his grasp at this moment, as if it would be blown away by the wind if he didn't hold on tightly.

All his blood qi had subsided, the courtyard of light like a dream was quiet.

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The rough and tumble warrior, at this moment, seemed like someone watering flowers.

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“My lord.” A soldier from the Divine Punishment Army entered at that moment, holding a gilded invitation: “Lord Dou Zhao and Marquis Wu'an of Qi are to have a duel today. Will you be attending”

When Zhōnglí Yán finished practicing swordplay, he gave the post a disdainful glance.

This sergeant had a square face and wide jaw, but he was clever. He added cautiously, “General Dou Zhao left something for you. He said if you have time, you might as well take a look. There are not many places to watch the battle this time. With this, you won't be stopped.” “What’s he pretending” Zhong Liyan laughed out loud. “My match against Jiang Wang also had limited spots. Those who go to observe and learn are all people of status.”

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The soldier remained silent.

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The soldier remained silent.

Zhongli Yan suddenly asked, "What was that guy saying" The soldier replied, "My subordinate relayed the gist of it."

Zhongli Yan solemnly said: "I want to hear the original words."

"Don't worry, I won't be angry."

The soldier looked at him cautiously: "He said to open your dog eyes wide and learn a trick or two, so you won't disgrace Chu again."

Zhongli Yan's expression on his face was still very calm.

But the floor tiles beneath his feet were already cracked.

"Hmph," he sneered. "Tell me the truth, did you also go to watch my fight with Jiang Wang the day before yesterday Otherwise, how would you know the result so quickly Let me tell you, even if he wins today, it's all thanks to me. I set up the trap for him, you know"

The soldier said, "General Dou really hasn't left. He's been practicing swordplay in the courtyard."

"Did he just say he's practicing his swordsmanship"

"It was real sword practice, and many of us were watching."

Zhongli Yan looked at him and said, "Then I won't go today either."

I casually snatched the flyer from the soldier's hand and, with a flick of my wrist, sent it soaring into the sky. In an instant, it vanished without a trace.

He then snorted coldly: "Chickens pecking at each other, what's there to watch"

The soldier looked up at the sky where the notice had disappeared, his eyes full of regret.

You don't want to watch it. You can leave it for me, I really want to see it!

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"What are you looking at!" Zhongliyan slapped him on the head: "Alright, alright, get lost, you little brat. I'm going to close the door and contemplate peerless martial arts, and in a few days I'll find Jiang Wang to win back the game. Don't come in and disturb me. That's it for now."

"In a few days" the soldier asked blankly.

Zhongli Yan widened his eyes: "Is this something you should worry about"

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The soldier walked away, burying his head in his hands.

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The courtyard gate slammed shut behind him.

In a short while, the glow of the formation became even more dazzling, showing that General Zhongli was determined to retreat into seclusion.

As one of the core temples of the Eagle City, Minhe Temple covers a vast area. With the main hall Guangwen Yexi Mu Dian at its center, it has been expanded over the years to include twenty-eight side halls, corresponding to the constellations.

Each subsidiary hall is accompanied by many other buildings.

For example, the area where the Chu envoy's residence was located corresponded to the vicinity of the deputy hall around the star cluster of Jingmu Han.

Viewed from high above, one can see a golden glow surging like waves, auspicious clouds gathering, and a distinct layout.

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Of course, the high court of heaven has always forbidden any living creatures from flying over it. Only celestial clouds and sunlight are fortunate enough to witness this magnificent sight.

At a certain moment, in the auxiliary hall corresponding to the constellation of Jì Mù n, a black shadow suddenly darted out from behind a courtyard gate. It moved with incredible speed and agility, disappearing without a trace in just a few leaps and bounds.

The light of dawn flows like water, illuminating one side and then the other.

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The residence of the Jing State envoy was located in the deputy hall area corresponding to the Doumu Xie Xingxu constellation.

Here, the architectural style is different again; it's several forts connected together.

On the high platform of one of the military fortresses, there was a reclining chair. Above it was a sunshade. Next to the reclining chair was a wine table, and below it, mist swirled around carvings of mountains and rivers. On the table sat a pot of fine wine and some small snacks.

Huang Sheli sat on a chaise lounge, shelling peanuts.

He was muttering to himself, "Jiang Wangmei is blessed with a divine appearance and captivating beauty. Dou Zhao excels in her charisma and unrestrained charm. I was hesitant about who to support, but now I have made my decision!"

Before the high platform was a small semicircle of battlements. This place could have been used to set up crossbow carriages.

Murong Longce stood at the battlement, arms akimbo, staring coldly into the distance. He seemed to be studying how to bring down the imperial palace and sever this great city's lifeline in the shortest amount of time.

Huang Sheli sprawled his legs, peeling and eating while cursing.

"Why" Murong Long suddenly interjected after listening for a while.

Huang Sheli, used to this sort of thing, explained seriously: "That Dou Zhao actually won't let me make money! I went out of my way to talk business with him, offering him the fighting ground and helping him find customers, even inflating the price. But he wouldn't let me sell tickets! He said that in this duel, both him and Jiang Wang could only bring no more than three people each."

"So, you can only sell six tickets" Murong Long asked.

Huang Sheli took a big gulp of half a bowl of wine, feeling quite distressed. After all, if they didn't earn any money, it was a loss: "Not even one sold. These few spots can only be decided by him and Jiang Wang themselves."

Murong Longce seemed thoughtful: "No entrance into the audience, this is getting serious."

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Huang Sheli clenched his fist tightly and made a fist in the air: "This ignorant kid, just watch how my Jiang Wang will beat him!"

Murong Long frowned and said, "Since you can't make a single cent, why are you so worried The cost of opening the Qingya Stage is not low, and it's even more troublesome to repair."

"Sigh." Huang Sheli loosened his fist and dejectedly said, "Who made me want to watch Dou Zhao's spectator quota will give one to me."

"Can't you be a little more ambitious"

Huang Sheli chuckled and raised a finger, saying: "The first rule of life is, don't argue with beautiful women. It will make you unhappy."

Murong Long stared coldly: "You're just messing around. Look at the women you raise, they've all been spoiled by you and are lawless."

“Why are you acting like an old scholar all the time” Huang Sheli rolled her eyes. “Beauty needs to be nurtured with love. If you don't pamper and cherish it, where will the bloom come from”

Murong Long just let out a cold snort.

"So, tell me, if you were me and Dou Zhao upset you, what would you do" Huang Sheli began shelling peanuts again.

Three peanuts and a sip of wine, as carefree as an immortal.

“Let him have a bird first, and then we’ll talk. When both of them arrive at the fighting arena, suddenly tell them that the arena is closed today. Maintenance, fasting, or something like that—just come up with any excuse that seems perfunctory.” Murong Longce’s gaze remained cold, but there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"And then" Huang Sheli asked.

"They two would definitely be uncomfortable, and then they would come to provoke me. Then I would beat them both to death — how is that"

“You’re so slow.” Huang Sheli rolled her eyes, grabbed the robe beside her and threw it on, saying as she floated away, “I’m going to go watch the beauties perform. I don’t have time to waste talking with you!”

Murong Long glanced at the peanutshells on the ground and once again looked into the distance.

In the distance, tents stretched out like a sea of clouds rippling with waves. A group of priests in magnificent robes flowed past them.

He frowned and said, "When will these nomads realize that we don't like living in military forts"

The host country assigned different residential areas to each delegation. There were even some local characteristic buildings in these areas, which showed thoughtfulness.

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But this "heart", it's a bit rough.

The northern border of the Jing Kingdom offered no natural defenses, and the military fortresses were military structures that had gradually evolved over history as the Jing Kingdom resisted demon invasions.

Low construction cost, high defense, strong resilience, fully meets the war environment for fighting demons.

But as for living environment, you nomads coming to the grassland, shouldn't we ask you to sleep on horseback

The complaints of the people of Jing did not affect the progress of the duel.

At this time, the Azure Wolf Fighting Arena's Qingya Stage was empty. Only a few scattered individuals sat in the vast stands.

On each side, there are three things.

This made one of the hooded figures stand out. Dou Zhao doesn't allow the Canglang Arena to sell spectator tickets, limiting the number of people who can enter the arena to watch the duel to six or less. This is certainly a sign of respect, and even more so, an attitude—he isn't afraid to reveal his trump card in this battle!

Last year's Divine Appointment outside the Great Chu capital has now been realized in the Great Shepherd's capital.

He is very serious.

There was no animosity or entanglement of interests, nor did it involve personal or national gain. It was simply a pure expectation between one strong individual and another.

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Jiang Wang is very willing to respond.

Dawan Wumu'an Hou Baimaiyingdianxiyikouwaiyi huodong yeyian youhui ShangDaci Wuan Hou zilai cuo yuan, shì yiri waijiao huodong ye meiyou canyu guo. Di yi tian jiansi jiu ge ren, dao xiàn zhi shi zhǐ jiansi jiu ge ren.

So, he gave all three spectator spots to Helen Yunyun. The Grand Shepherd Princess could distribute them as she saw fit.

No matter what Zhao Ruocheng thinks himself, this marriage has already been agreed upon by both him and Helin Yunyun.

At this time, Helan Yunyun was sitting in the center of the east stand, wearing a crown robe with a strong prairie style. Bathed in light, she was indescribably noble.

Sitting beside her was a woman in black, about thirty years old. She was mature and beautiful, but her air was cold and aloof.

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Because Zhao Ruocheng had occupied the last observation spot, Yuwen Tuo, who had been sitting quietly in the corner of the stands.

Of the three people sitting in the western stands, the most eye-catching was undoubtedly the masked man. He seemed to be trying hard to conceal his identity, with a stiff posture and a forced calmness.

Poor Zhongli Yan, he thought like last time, there would be at least a few hundred people watching. He just casually went to any position, gathered his energy, and adjusted his cloak's brim. Who could possibly notice him

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I never expected to see such a large audience; there are only six of us sitting here.

Isn't that wasteful

The occasional glances from the others were like they were looking at an idiot. He ignored them all, only silently repeating in his mind: “Don’t recognize me, don’t recognize me, don’t recognize me.”

The most imposing was the Yellow Relic.

Damo Jin Dao sat squarely in the middle, his eyes glancing over the military stage and fixated on Helan Yunyun opposite him. Occasionally, he would shift his gaze to the beautiful female monk beside her.

Helian Yunyun glanced at her, and she smiled brightly at Helian Yunyun.

Huo Lianyun politely smiled back, then burst into a wide grin.

After repeating this several rounds, Helin Yunyun got used to it and let her handle it.

On the western stands, the last man standing was Jin Gonghao, the eldest son of the famed general Jin Dun. A true heir to his father's legacy, he possessed a formidable presence. He also had a younger brother named Jin Ge, who had been chosen for the Huanghe Assembly but ultimately lost out to Zhao Rucheng.

The Dou family and the Jin family had some business dealings, which led to Dou Zhao meeting Jin Gonghuo. Although they weren't very close, Jin Gonghuo spoke up, and Dou Zhao didn't mind giving the spectator spot to whoever he wanted.

This year, Jin Gonghao, who is twenty-nine years old, along with Yuwen Lie of the Yuwen clan and Wanyan Du of the Wanyan clan, are known as the "Three Outstanding Heroes of Qionglu". They are all outstanding young talents on the prairie. They have all achieved the state of "shenlin" before the age of thirty.

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It was only at the selection for the Daoli Sanjiu Nineteen Year Yellow River Gathering that he couldn't surpass Cang Ming.

While the unparalleled Caomeng on the grasslands was yet to make a move at the confluence of the Yellow River, he was already defeated.

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It is time, luck, and fate.

The heaviest blow Kim's had suffered in the past century was not that his father, Kim Gonghwa, failed to ascend to the Guandutai (Watchtower), nor that Jin Ge was pulled down from the stage before he could perform. It was the disastrous defeat of the Mu Kingdom in this war against Jingmu.

Compared to other bloodline families, the Jin clan boasts the world's sixth ranked cavalry unit, the Tie Fu Tu!

But today, sitting in this viewing stand, Jin Gonghao's brow showed not a trace of worry. There was only confidence, only composure, only strength.

Under the gaze of these six spectators, the arched gates on both sides of the Qingya Stage slowly opened. The two protagonists of today's duel then walked into the arena.

He was clad in red-and-gold martial attire, wielding a heavenly blade named Tianshao upside down. It moved like the sun traversing the vast sky.

One, clad in green robes with a sword hanging at his side, walked slowly, like a cloud drifting across the horizon.

“Huh”

On the eastern stand, a black-clad nun uttered a somewhat surprised sound.

"What's wrong" Helin Yunyun asked in a low voice.

The black-clad nun smiled thoughtfully: "Some say Jiang Wang is extremely ugly. Seeing him today, I realize that rumors are unreliable."

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and while Prince Wu'an might not be handsome, he’s certainly not ugly.” Helin Yunyun said, then looked at Jiang Wang again: “However, he is definitely better-looking than that gathering by the Yellow River.”

Beyond their common interests, they two could become friends because they shared similar tastes, such as an appreciation for beauty.

The black-clothed nun smiled and said, "Historical records say that Emperor Qin Huai had a face that could captivate the world. I heard that your Young Master Ying Ziyu is no less handsome than Emperor Huai in his prime. When will you let me see him"

Helian Yunyun just smiled and watched the scene: "Next time for sure."

"Upon meeting him today, I realized that rumors are unreliable."

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and while Prince Wu'an might not be conventionally handsome, he's certainly not ugly,” Helan Yunyun said with a glance at Jiang Wang. “However, he does look better than that gathering by the Yellow River.”

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The two of them could become friends because, besides their shared interests, they also had similar tastes, such as appreciating beauty.

The nun in black smiled and said, “History records that Emperor Huai of Qin was renowned for his beauty throughout the world. I hear that your young master Ying Ziyuyu is not inferior to Emperor Huai of old. When will you allow me to see him”

Helian Yunyun just smiled and looked at the scene: "Next time for sure."

It was noon, and the sun hung high in the sky.

Two figures, one in red and one in green, had already stood face to face on the Wutai.

The distance between them was only ten steps.

There was no host today.

There isn't a single extra pair of eyes.

The clouds drifting by the horizon, the carefree sunlight, and even the movement of the air.

Everything suddenly came to a standstill.

In Dou Zhao's brilliant eyes, a hint of crimson suddenly expanded!alaces clearly manifesting.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!A crimson sun, a black and white crescent moon, a frost-white star, and an ethereal immortal clad in blue r...