Chapter Twenty-Fifth: The Crone Lives Alone, the World Stand

ent cultivator, it was natural that before his death he gradually became "ordinary".Jiang Wang inexplicably remembered the scene when he first saw Yin Guan.Let me know if you have other text you'd lik...Linzi actually holds many memories.

Recalling the few years before slaying Zhuang Gaoxian, most of my fleeting moments of triumph occurred within this city.

Because there are friends here, good wine, elders, and rivals.

After parting ways with Er Fengming, Jiang Wang did not go to Huaying Palace nor return to the mansion of Marquis Bowang. Perhaps he would gather a group of old friends and go drinking and having fun.

He went to a quiet residence in the east of the city——

This place is eerily deserted. Although it's located in a bustling district, the door is tightly shut, and passersby all detour around it. There are no birds on the treetops, and there are few vehicles passing by in front of the door.

This is Qí Xiào's residence.

It's not that Jiang Wangli suffered any consequences because she left Qi, those die-hard supporters of the former Marquis of Wu'an, no matter how crazy or daring they were, couldn't touch the commander of the Nine Army. Even though she had retired.

This place is deserted for only one reason: she has lost her cultivation and the Xia Shi army, and there is no chance of recovery.

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Even if people don't necessarily interact with the Red Caps and Whites, they can't ignore the Donglai Qi family, nor the new Summer Corpse Commander... who has suppressed Qi Wen for so many years.

Reaching the door, Jiang Wang released his presence, reappearing in people's sight and hearing. Then, he raised a finger and knocked on the door.

Tap, tap, tap. The sound was crisp and resolute.

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There was no reply for a long time.

Jiang Wang patiently continued to knock on the door, sending his voice into the courtyard without peering inside to see what was hidden.

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After a while, the door creaked open and an old woman with no cultivation stood in the doorway.

You really can't tell from this face, etched with wrinkles, what she used to look like.

It had only been a year since the War of Worlds... She was far too old.

But when she saw Jiang Wang outside the door, her murky eyes lifted slightly. The danger and coldness deep in those eyes made people realize that she was still herself.

She is Qi Xiaoxiao.

Jiang Wang noticed she was wearing martial arts clothing. Although she had wiped away her sweat and tried not to appear exhausted, the weakness in her blood still surged within her.

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She was obviously still practicing.

A woman who has aged to such a state, with no cultivation whatsoever, not even a single Dao Yuan within her body. She could easily break a bone from a simple fall...yet she still insists on practicing martial arts.

The Five Factions are in ruins, unable to be rebuilt. The Four Seas are in chaos, incapable of being pacified. The withered Dao Pulse cannot regenerate—she cannot reopen it; there is no Dao Pulse to open, and her aging body does not permit it.

All the paths of cultivation in this world cannot reopen her to her former self.

What is the point of this

Since the War of the Lost Labyrinth, the two had not seen each other again.

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Now, separated by a threshold, they each live vastly different lives. One is the greatest figure in history, while the other is an elderly person living alone in an empty courtyard.

Such is fate!

Qi Xiao's eyes didn't change, he just turned sideways, letting out half of the doorway.

Faced with this silent invitation, Jiang Wang took a step and walked into it.

The old woman turned and led the way, going around the screen and into the inner room.

Jiang Wang reached out and shut the door.

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According to Jiang Wang's knowledge, Qi Xiao's true age was forty-nine, which was very young for a real person and not yet considered "old" for an ordinary person. But she had aged so much that just looking at the wrinkles on her face, people would believe she was seventy years old. The war in the Netherworld had left her with too much trauma.

But her posture remained upright, still like the commanding general who commanded with an air of authority, as if she were among her troops. From just her back view, one could not see the signs of aging on her face.

“Someone asked me, in this state, what is the meaning of living” the old woman began.

Jiang Wang walked two steps and came to her side, walking alongside her.

Qi Xiao's voice continued, "I think living doesn't need meaning. What do you think"

Jiang Wang did not answer the question, only saying: "Didn't you kill the person who asked you this question"

Qi Xiao's murderous intent was fierce, ranking among the most renowned generals in the world.

Although she no longer holds any official position, having served for so many years as the commander of the Nine Guards, countless old acquaintances remain throughout the court. The Qi court will not forget her contributions.

Even this frail old woman can kill with ease.

"Oh." Qi Xiao said calmly: "This person is Qi Guang."

Jiang Wang fell silent for a moment.

This person truly cannot be killed.

Lao Chengyi is the biological father of Qi Guang, Qi Xiao, and Qi Wen.

Throughout history, hereditary titles were never passed down. The exception was the Qi family. The reason for this was that during the time when Qi Wen and Qi Xiao fought over the Summer Corpse, Qi Guang voluntarily relinquished his title and bestowed it upon Qi Wen to bolster his position.

And Qi Xiao was the one who, under such pressure, alone, suppressed the entire Donglai Qi family and stepped into the hall of military affairs.

But Jiang Wang couldn't help but think again. Was the reason he didn't kill Qi Guang because he was the former head of the Qi family in Donglai, or because he was Qi Xiao's father

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The two of them didn't speak again, walking straight into the main hall and sitting down side by side across a tea table.

They originally had a good connection, with Hua Ying Palace Master Jiang Wuyou as the link, and also the Emperor of Da Qi who personally taught them military strategy. There was even the opportunity to cooperate in the War of the Misty Realm... but now they are so distant from each other.

The layout of this hall was quite unusual. Three entire walls were covered with maps, and there was no other decoration. The front wall featured a map of the current world, the left wall displayed a map of the eastern regions, and the right wall showed a map of the nearby island chains.

Ask her about her lifelong achievements, and they are nothing more than these three maps.

She must often gaze at these輿圖, her eyes lingering on every corner of these three enormous輿圖, capturing the weight of her long stares.

But still the same question—what's the point

She can no longer command troops.

Jiang Wang thought, Qi Xiao probably will always only do her own thing and won't care what others think. The world draws lines and boxes, describing the so-called 'meaning', she doesn't care.

Qi Xiao raised her finger and pointed to the teapot: "This residence has nothing else, only a pot of iced tea to relieve the heat. Feel free to drink if you wish."

Her back was also creased with deep wrinkles, truly making it hard to imagine that these hands had once been used to dismember powerful sea creatures, fight off enemies in their path, command thousands of ships racing across the seas, and hold sway over storms that swept for miles.

Jiang Wang flipped open the two teacups, picked up the teapot, and poured two cups.

Then he asked, "Why is there no servant in the mansion"

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The old woman said, "Who could stand me"

When she was on Jueming Island, the elite nine legions would often rotate to maintain their physical and mental well-being. The annual elimination rate of Summer Corpses was astonishing, the highest among the nine legions. Ordinary people could not possibly coexist with her.

She raised her teacup to her lips and took a sip, then continued, "Someone comes by every day at a set time to clean and cook, but they don't interact with me."

Before Jiang Wang came, he seemed to have a lot of things he wanted to say. But when he saw me, he didn't know what to say.

"They're doing pretty well, aren't they" he asked. "I mean, the cleaning and cooking staff."

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The old woman looked at him: "What I mean is—if you're going to kill me, now's the time."

This is a test.

Jiang Wang remained composed. "General Qi, do you think I've come here to kill you today"

"It shouldn't be," Qi Xiao said. "But old grudges and new grievances could well be surging up. After all, you're not someone who thinks things through."

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Jiang Wangdao: "I know you won't regret it, but I still want to ask—do you regret it now"

"Regret what"

"You wouldn't regret how you are now, letting your younger brother regain military power, allowing your father to mock you. And you, so strong and cold, filled with killing intent, could only endure all this."

Qi Xiao said, "I won the war."

"I regret nothing. I regret nothing for sending me into danger, nor do I regret the deaths and injuries of my men. Nor do I regret...the demands you made of me"

Qi Xiao said, "I won the war. I could have won even more. If you hadn't disobeyed my order, the situation near the sea wouldn't be so complicated now, and Qi would have unified the coastal regions long ago."

"As expected, that's your answer," Jiang Wang said.

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"You're saying that now you are the number one true immortal, destined to become a great cultivator. Do I regret forcing you away" Qi Xiao asked.

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Jiang Wang did not speak.

Qi Xiao said, "Your path, your cultivation, are inherently incompatible with the national system. Being within the national system, wielding its power, and bearing its responsibilities, there is absolutely no possibility of acting whimsically. I was merely the last person to make it clear, it wouldn't have been me, but someone else—of course, if I had known this beforehand, I wouldn't have forced you to choose so abruptly."

She paused for a moment before adding, "I'll be more subtle...let Cao Shuai pressure you."

Jiang Wangdao: "Qi Xiao is truly Qi Xiao!"

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Qi Xiao looked at him: "Do you want me to apologize"

Jiang Wang shook his head, got up and walked out: "There's no need for this."

Qi Xiao's voice rang out behind him: "So you came today just to see how miserable my life is now, and how I'm worse off dead than alive"

Jiang Wang remained silent.

Qixiao was still sitting there, but he took out a handwritten booklet and passed it forward towards his back. "I've been idle these days, so I wrote a military treatise. This is the only copy, it's my heartblood. If you're going to Huaying Palace, please bring it to His Highness for me. You can flip through a couple of pages yourself, or if you want to get revenge on me and destroy it after leaving, that's fine too."

Jiang Wang didn't turn back, nor did he take the military book. Instead, he said: "Answering General Qi's first question—I think living doesn't need meaning, but surviving does. Not letting others live... also needs to."

...and with that, I depart.

The old woman sat quietly, her expressionless face as she put down the book.

She didn't smile. It had been a long time since she killed anyone. She just looked at the map of the Near Islands hanging on the wall and murmured to herself, "Everyone who died in the Netherworld, including myself now, I think we all found meaning in it."

“I hope so.” a voice said.

Qi Xiao looked up and saw Du Hou. He was sitting right beside him, in the spot where Jiang Wang had been seated earlier, and he had picked up that cup of iced tea, sipping it slowly.

"Do you think I'm wrong, Duke Hou" Qi Xiao asked.

Cao Jie said, "The Battle of the Mystic Realm is led by you, and I will not question the commander's orders."

"The Battle of the Netherworld is over. What next"

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Cao Jie put down his teacup: "War, there is no right or wrong. Is Qi Xiao now weak"

Qi Xiao shook her head slowly: "It's just that as people get older, they start to constantly reminisce about their lives."

And then he asked, "Why did Duke Ding arrive so quickly Are you afraid he'll come and kill me"

Cao Jichen nodded honestly: "There is a bit."

Qi Xiao carefully put away the military book and said, "He wouldn't do anything to me. He's just too considerate."

Cao Ji said, "Sometimes he doesn't seem to have any worries."

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“Young people. Sometimes they can’t help themselves,” Qi Xiao raised his teacup, took a slow sip, and then said, “He just wants to tell me I’m wrong. He wants to show me how he puts his principles into practice.”

"Are you going to keep watching" Cao Jie asked.

“Of course,” Qi Xiao replied.

>And then he asked, "Besides that, what else can I do"

Cao Jie looked at her: "Actually, I'm more worried that you want to use him to free yourself."

“Joke!” Qi Xiao laughed coldly. “This is too ridiculous. If I, Qi Xiao, want to be free, would I use someone else’s knife”

"Don't laugh," Cao Jie said impassively, "I'm afraid of death."

Jiang Wang told Emperor Qi that Qi was his second home, and he meant every word of it.

He and the people of Zhuang Guo have settled their karmic ties. In the underworld, no one can answer his longing.

In Qi State, he made too many friends and left behind too many memories. There were eagles fighting dogs, swaggering through the market, running rampant, and also being full of honor.

Of course, there were some enemies along the way. But as we kept moving forward, step by step, they just disappeared.

After leaving Qi Xiao's residence, he went to Huaying Palace.

The Huaying Palace didn't make him wait. As soon as he entered the palace gates, someone was already there to greet him and lead him all the way to the martial arts field.

Of course, Jiang Wuyu knew where Jiang Wang's whereabouts were.

At this time, she was still practicing martial arts in the palace.

She practices martial arts almost every day, and she is skilled in all eighteen weapons.

Among the three Palace Masters who still have the qualifications to compete for the Dragon Throne, Jiang Wuhua keeps a low profile. Jiang Wuya is quite similar to the Martial Ancestor, renowned for his dashing charm. However, it is Jiang Wuyou who, beyond national power, also displays the bearing of a master.

Having already embarked on the path of martial arts, and having blazed a trail for others to follow, if one can continue unhindered, they are sure to become a master of their time.

Jiang Wang walked to the familiar schoolyard and saw a square ghost-god halberd, rolling in the air, roaring like a silver dragon.

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Just as Jiang Wang arrived, this dragon transformed into its true form!

A genuine silver scale, silver horn, riding the wind and thunder, over ten zhang in length, charging head-on. Subduing the Five Elements, the dragon's roar echoes through the heavens: "Let us spar!"

The entire schoolyard was shrouded in an atmosphere of solemnity.

On the sidelines stood that elderly woman who was always by Jiang Wuyu's side, cheering him on. Once, Jiang Wang couldn't tell if she was real or not, but now it was clear to see; she too was a real person.

Under such illustrious might as Jiang Wuyou's, he still calmly surveyed his surroundings before stepping into the arena with a faint smile. He merely extended a hand—

He had already grasped the silver dragon horn.

Then the wind and thunder ceased, the thick clouds dispersed, the dragon's horn transformed into a dazzlingly bright blade, Jiang Wuyou held the staff in both hands, his blood surging within him!

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Eight Daoist characters appeared outside her body, swirling like celestial talismans. Their light was pure and brilliant, resembling a silver armor encasing her, elevating her aura to immeasurable heights.

Words: Dao, Lin, Jue, Dian, Tian, Xia, Li, Wu.

Every single character possesses a unique charm. Like a blade, like a spear, like a sword, like a halberd.

Jiang Wang merely glanced, and these eight characters appeared almost simultaneously as sparks—poof! They exploded instantly, breaking apart into eight blooming flames.

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With a press of her hand on the hilt, Jiang Wuyou was pressed to the ground by the weight of it, her boots crushing the bricks!

Jiang Wang loosened his grip, a smile on his face. As for Jiang Wuyou, he came to an abrupt halt, breathing heavily.

Although this was just a friendly sparring session, Jiang Wang didn't hold back.

He knew Jiang Wuyou well. He knew that Jiang Wuyou had her pride, and Jiang Wuyou didn't need him to hold back.

"Jiang Qingyang!"

He heard the cold shout.

He smiled and looked over, his face filled with the joy of meeting an old friend: "What's up"

The Palace Master of Huaying threw the Fangtian Ghost God Halberd behind him casually, his face cold as he said: "What do you mean!"

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