Chapter 103: The Long River, Clear Waves Reflecting Shadows

rdly imagine.'"Here is your translated text:Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!"Wait a minute." Jiang Wang was taken aback. "Who is Ye Xiaohua""You don't even know your...Blades, sword qi, and spear light, countless streams of magical energy engulfed Zhuang Gao Xian in an instant.

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In the next instant, it was smashed to pieces with a punch!

All the power was gathered together, smashed into one giant firework.

Zhuang Gao's awe-inspiring presence dominated the scene, showcasing the might of a true master. In his left hand, he held Han Xu's black sword aloft, its polished surface glinting amongst the scattering sparks. With an icy gaze, he surveyed the gathering crowd.

Every one of them is a familiar face.

It can be said that during the Yongguo dynasty, all the capable individuals who could be mobilized at this time were assembled here.

There were no Mohists joining the fray. It was likely because if a strong Mohist appeared in this situation, it would give Jade King Mountain a reason to intervene.

"Han Xu, you are truly as timid as a mouse. Is it the way of a ruler to value his own life over the country!" Zhuang Gao slightly raised his chin, displaying the arrogance of the victor: "When was the letter sent To call so many loyal ministers and generals out of the country to meet you, without worrying about national instability or turbulent times!"

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Han Xu slowly wiped the blood from his mouth, and under the crowd's escort of Yongguo's people, he slowly retreated: "You win! This time, Tai Xu Alliance, I withdraw!"

Zhuang Gao looked down at the crowd with calm eyes, his hands resting in the air. He pondered silently about how to kill Han Xu.

Although many cultivators are present, only Beigong Yu is truly troublesome, followed by Qi Maoxian who is slightly difficult to deal with. The rest of the Divine Transcendence Realm cultivators are mere cannon fodder, existing only to be consumed.

But here is already very close to Yong Guo.

After all, Han Xu is a real person of this world. With so many people cooperating, his chances of escaping are already very high.

Having already beaten Han Xu to such a state, it would be impossible to restore him without expending massive resources. Is there any need to expend even more strength to pursue the possibility of killing Han Xu, which is now hard to grasp

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There is also the Tai Xu Alliance that needs to be addressed. One must stand up and take a position. After the Tai Xu Alliance, it's crucial to eliminate Jiang Wang without any room for error. Additionally, we need to reserve strength to counter unforeseen events... Most importantly, killing Han Xu is not enough. Simply eliminating these nobles from Yong Guo weakens the power of the imperial party and only deepens Mo Men’s control over Yong Guo, which would be detrimental to Zhuang Guo.

His strategy is to control the state of Yong, and open a new round of cooperation with the Mohists. It's not about helping the Mohists control the state of Yong, and then having the Mohists-controlled Yong confront him. The order is very important.

Thoughts raced through his mind. Zhuang Gaoqian raised a hand and pointed at Beigong Yu, startling the old man into retreating step by step, on high alert. He couldn't help but chuckle: "Beigong Yu! You've been in Yongguo for so many years, witnessing several generations of emperors. Haven't you seen through the incompetence and inferiority of the Han clan With Ming Emperor Han Zhou having no heir, this branch led by Han Yin is nothing but mediocrity!"

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"In my view, you are more suited to be emperor than I."

In terms of achievements, experience, and foundation, the Bei palace family is in no way inferior to the Han family.

“Now Han Xu is at his end, you can take his place with a single call. You should bring light back to Yong Nation! I wish to make an alliance with you, join hands and restore order to the western frontier, wouldn't that be the best hope for both nations This great opportunity, if you fail to seize it, perhaps there will never be another in your lifetime!”

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Beigong Yulian practiced his Taoist arts, carefully setting up defenses, and then turned to Zhuang Gao'xian and said: “Your Majesty, your concern for an old man like me is truly commendable. I know my abilities are meager and I am unworthy of the position of ruler of Zhuang Guo. However, if Your Majesty insists on yielding the throne, I will humbly accept it. Afterward, I will certainly ensure lasting peace and prosperity between Yong and Zhuang, so that Your Majesty will not be disappointed!”

Zhuang Gao'en didn't care whether they had ulterior motives or how Bei Gongyu expressed himself. He planted a seed of ambition and left it be, regardless of whether it sprouted or not.

"Turning his gaze back to Yong Tianzi, he said, "Han Xu, Han Xu, let me tell you, you really need to spend more time on your cultivation! Don't be so obsessed with power struggles and schemes all the time! Is true might just about power You are so weak now, how can you break free from the Mohists' control"

All the people of Yongguo stood guard, protecting Han Xu as he retreated.

Han Xu's face held little expression, only fixating his gaze on Zhuang Gao Xian: "Mojia's learning is the learned tradition of Dayong Nation. Mojia and Yong Nation are mutually beneficial, complementary to each other. But you, Zhuang Gao Xian, Jing Guo's swordsmanship dominates the world, and all their methods are weapons. When used, they sharpen; when unused, they blunt. The decline of Sheng Guo is a clear warning. You stand among tigers, waiting to be devoured, your flesh will be eaten, leaving only bones. Have you considered the future of Zhuang Guo"

“No need to bother!” Zhuang Gao Xian lightly brushed his sleeve: “I have reigned for twenty years, defeating Yong, crushing Mo, and intimidating Cheng… all while expanding the borders under your Han family’s hands. Your position among the vassal states has also risen steadily. You have even gained recognition from Yu Jing Shan, receiving numerous Daoist scriptures. The future of Zhuang Nation is clear to see. A glorious future awaits, with success guaranteed. But you, Han Xu, after a hundred years on the throne, what have you accomplished Qian Jin Hua can trade anything, have you ever considered what your worth is”

“The alliance between Yong and the Mohist school is one of sincere cooperation and mutual trust, something you cannot sow discord among. I, along with the prominent figures of the Mohists, share visions for the future, a passion for ideals that someone as self-serving as you could never fathom.” Han Xu suppressed his injury and spoke calmly, “Even if we step back ten thousand miles, as long as it benefits Yong and its people, I am willing to pay any price! What about you To what extent are you willing to go for your nation”

“Anyone can say lofty words, but what truly matters is what one has done!” Zhuang Gao smiled heartily: “I have inherited the legacy of my ancestors and carry the aspirations of a thousand chariots. Since ascending the throne, I have diligently worked day and night, governing with virtue and loving the people. I have already brought the Zhuang nation to unprecedented heights, and will continue to push forward. For the great achievements of Zhuang, I spare no effort!”

“Those you have no regard for are all strangers. Those you care about are all yourself.” Han Xu shook his head: “Zhuang Gaoen, don’t deceive yourself.”

"Alright, go lick your wounds, you prodigal son!" Zhuang Gaoxian waved his sleeve, a gust of wind raged, and the Nine Strikes of Azure Clouds unleashed a powerful magical force that forced the people of Yong Guo to retreat again and again. He then coldly said: "I'm going to participate in the Tai Xu Alliance Meeting, so I won't waste time arguing with you here!"

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Han Xu's face was extremely embarrassed, but he didn't respond.

The fact that he lost the opportunity to participate in the Taixu Alliance is undeniable.

Zhuango Gao'en walked two steps, then suddenly turned back: "By the way. There is a question I've wanted to ask you for a long time, but I never found a suitable opportunity. Perhaps you have an answer now—"

He looked at Hàn Xù: "What is the difference between being the grandson of Mojia and the son of Hàn Yīn!"

Having said that, without waiting for Han Xu's reply, he burst into laughter and strode away.

He is trampling upon Han Xu's imperial dignity!

He is insulting the national honor of King Han Xu!

No matter how Han Xu responds today, in Yongguo the faces of all the princes and dukes will be lost before the emperor. The master has humiliated his subject, and he is still alive. Between the officials and courtiers of Yongguo, there will inevitably be a rift.

In the coming total war, today's rifts will be torn open by him, becoming terrifying breaches.

This battle had far-reaching significance!

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It was not merely a clash between two top experts of our time, it served to test their respective abilities.

What they were involved in was the shifting tides of power across the entire western frontier. It was a game of influence between Zhuang Yong and his opponents, with the balance constantly shifting.

And Han Xu remained silent.

He just glared angrily, watching Zhuang Gaoxian's back disappear into the distance.

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Until Zhuang Gaixian's figure was no longer visible and his breath could no longer be detected.

In the stifling silence, Han Xu took a deep breath, and the expression of humiliation mixed with anger and resentment also dissipated with that foul breath.

What a perfect battle this is!

He and Zhuang Gaoxian both got the results they wanted.

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As for whether the result will be as people wish... wait and see!

The British prince, Bei Gongyu, quietly removed his outer garment and draped it over the Emperor Yong's body to cover him.

Zhuang Gaoxian's arrogant humiliation couldn't have been completely without influence.

All these honored officials present were only notified in advance to come to the border to greet the emperor, and they had no idea why the emperor, on his way to participate in the Taixu Alliance meeting, had a private sword fight with that illustrious and cunning Zhuang Gaoxian. Moreover, he lost very badly, forfeiting his qualification to attend the alliance...

All fell somewhat dejectedly back towards Yongtu. Youngest of the martial arts masters, Xue Mingyi, suddenly spoke up at this moment, "Your Majesty, forgive me for my presumption!"

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"If you have something to say, just spit it out!" Han Xu simply plopped to the ground and walked over slowly.

A group of people landed one after another.

The officials of the Yong Kingdom, thus using steps as carriages, walked in the wilderness outside the borders of the Yong Kingdom.

"Since we are abroad and there is no one else here, I will be frank! In my opinion, what Zhuang Gaoen said is not entirely without reason. With the support of the Mohists, we have been able to develop our national strength and prosper in all aspects. However, if this continues, the Mohist influence will become too great. Whose country is Yong now The Bronze Smell True Lord, everything can be bought and sold, I cannot bear...the Son of Heaven to act like a merchant!"

All the princes and dukes were silent.

Although Han Xu was severely injured and his breathing was unstable, he still carried himself with dignity. After walking for a while, he said: "Xue Mingyi, I suddenly realized that your name is only one character different from the former Qi State's Wuanhou."

Xue Mingyi thought the emperor wanted to use this peerless genius's reputation to reprimand him. He was stunned for a moment and sighed: "I am far inferior to him."

“No, it’s not that you are inferior to him.” Hàn Xù said: “You, Xue Mingyì, started learning martial arts at the age of seven, became renowned in one county at thirteen, dominated one prefecture at fifteen, and achieved national fame by seventeen. At the age of coming-of-age, you fought against a powerful figure and established yourself on the battlefield, becoming the youngest Duke in our Great Yong! How is it that you are not a prodigy who can leap over the Dragon Gate”

He sighed: "It is Yongguo who has failed you, the former Yongguo that did not give you an opportunity. It made you miss a good time!"

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Xue Mingyi hung his head, trying to conceal the turmoil in his voice: "The way of heaven lies in seeking one's own path. My abilities are insufficient, and I have no complaints against the state."

Han Xu waved his hand: "If the sky is six feet high, how can a man seven feet tall stand straight If there are strong winds and fierce storms, how can a delicate tree raise its head"

Though my son may not speak of his father, as the Emperor of Yong I shall be frank—my father, Han Yin, has long been a festering sore upon Yong!

He seized the throne unjustly, so he was suspicious and paranoid, unwilling to relinquish power.

He was intimidated by Emperor Ming's defeat and never dared to advance again in his life, but he also refused to retreat! He siphoned the power of the country to cultivate Dong Zhen, which led to the decline of the once mighty Yong Dynasty. No one else could achieve anything in the officialdom.

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, and finally hissed: "Could it be that I, a Duke of Britain, have no real potential Could it be that I, the Prime Minister who refused the Red Horse Guard, have no real possibility Even if it were me! I am confident that I am not inferior to others, how could I wait until today to achieve enlightenment"

Xue Mingyi's eyes were already filled with tears.

Bei Gong Yu's short mustache trembled slightly.

And Han Xu continued to walk forward.

The emperor of Yong, who had just been defeated and humiliated by Zhuang Gaoqian, walked weakly toward the direction of Yong.

He gazed into the distance, his eyes filled with reminiscence: "Yongguo is not short of brave men."

He said: "The Lan River once ran red, and the bodies piled up under Luolong Pass like mountains. The Grand Commandant Shou Jing'an guarded the capital, with all able-bodied men in his household refusing to go north... but now the sun is setting!"

“As the nation's power dwindles day by day, our efforts are futile. Countless virtuous and patriotic individuals, year after year, ultimately end up like leaves drifting with the current.

"I have experienced the mighty era of Yong Guo."

"I have seen ambitious rulers, who led their armies north, aiming to unite the Five Nations of the Northwest and even reach the far west, challenging the power of Jing."

“I have seen young hearts filled with dreams, galloping across the vast lands of Yong Nation, riding horses and waving whips.”

>“When I was the crown prince, I could already see that the country had no hope. After ascending to the throne, I became a puppet for a hundred years, watching helplessly as the national power declined. This pain pierced my heart, and I couldn't sleep at night!”

“At that time, I thought…”

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His tone was filled with anticipation: "May Yong Guo remain strong."

He felt a mixture of relief, sorrow, and sincerity as he said: "The skies above Yongguo are vast and boundless. May the people of Yongguo continue to strive and compete, all vying for success like dragons at the Dragon Gate... that would be best."

He refused the help, walking at the front of the group, leading these imperial high-ranking officials back home. And finally said——

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"During the long reign of Emperor Da Yong, it was not necessary for his surname to be Han."

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A long river stretches for thousands of miles, the water calm and peaceful. A single figure in blue robes walks leisurely along the river bank.

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A person's reflection on the river's surface, like a small boat. He then commandeered this lone vessel and journeyed along.

He wasn't walking in a hurry.

The more his heart ached, the more intense his murderous intent became. He kept telling himself — don't rush.

This opportunity is very rare, it's...it's absolutely not to be missed.

In the year 1739 of the Dao Calendar, on the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, I lost my home. I fled with my younger sister, traveling far and wide, wandering until now.

Today is the 3rd day of February in the lunar calendar, year 3923. It is the second day of the second month.

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It has been five years and two months, almost nineteen hundred days, about twenty-three thousand hours.

Every moment in these hours, he measured with suffering. Every minute in these moments, he filled with practice.

We can't afford to slack off!

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He hasn't had a good night's sleep in years. Every time he closes his eyes, it's the old face that appears.

At the age when one should be full of youthful vigor, he carried burdens on his shoulders and walked with determination. Jiang Mengxiong said that he "didn't look like a young man," and friends felt he was "burdened with sorrow."

He couldn't let go. He was taciturn, awkward, and afraid of love and being loved.

He finally wanted to give himself an explanation.

He wants to give an explanation to the boy in the past.

He wants answers for those who can no longer speak out, who can no longer stand up.

Although this so-called explanation...has come very late!

The clear waves of the long river once reflected his image, just as he left his mark with every step along his journey.

At one moment, he extended his palm —

Slap!

A single drop of true blood fell, landing on his palm like a raindrop, shattering there.

The palm of the hand is completely red.

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Then it began to rain. The downpour was torrential, creating ripples on the placid river that quickly dispersed. But new ripples formed.

Raindrops fell on Jiang Wang's long hair, and onto his blue shirt.

He closed his palm, resting it on the water, quietly feeling everything.

This drop of true blood in your palm contains all the information about another mortal, captured by a living person in a life-or-death battle.

He has been collecting information about Zhuang Gaoxian for many years.

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He thought this was the last time.ng into his body!>This red-eyed giant swallow is not a real creature, it has no claws or teeth, and is simply a soul-killing technique.Suddenly, within Jiang Wang's Heavenly Palace, a wave of crimson...