Chapter One: The Tiger Unwritten
austed all his life's bargaining skills, speaking with a torrent of words. He believed he was performing beyond expectations. But the old priest remained calm and collected, patiently guiding him, app...This is a closed space-time.
It does not exist in any particular place in the present world, it can also exist in any place in the present world.
It is a mirage of time and space, a hall of fantasy, and also a real place.
People pursue it, approach it, but can never truly possess it.
Like the scorching sun on the horizon, it's just a projection from afar. The more intense it appears, the more illusory it becomes.
There are mountains here, towering ten thousand feet high.
The stone steps wind and twist, a treacherous ladder reaching to the heavens.
Someone came from the heavens.
This man wore a freshly laundered, long robe and a plain straw hat. The wind pressed the broad garment against his body, making him appear lean and thin.
But his steps were steady, he kept his head down looking at the path—except for a glance at the peak when he first started at the foot of the mountain. For the rest of the climb, he didn't raise his head again.
He had a kind of almost clumsy certainty.
It seems like as long as you keep your head down and walk forward, you'll reach the end of the world.
There will be days when the wind is disturbed, and packs of wild dogs will bark wildly. There will always be those who set up roadblocks and checkpoints, as well as chattering sparrows with black hearts... These things that everyone knows, seem to be absent from his mind.
He walked, head bowed, taking each step carefully.
This is a country that the world cannot tolerate.
It is ever-destroying and ever-creating.
A sound rose from the mountainside, distant and ethereal, drifting in and out of reach.
"Time here is very meticulous, aging and death both have meaning."
"For thousands of years, people have been climbing mountains, but many haven't come back."
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“You have completed all the trials and arrived here. Now you can be called a ‘Taoist’!”
The voice came from a pair of dark, full lips, accompanied by thin wisps of smoke.
A white jade pipe rested at the corner of his lips, the embers in its bowl flickering in and out.
Her beautiful features were thus slightly blurred, and the feeling of revulsion became even stronger.
But I still want to ask you——
She leaned languidly against the cliff face on the mountainside, her arms folded in front of her. One hand held a pipe, her slender white fingers like intricately carved jade: "Why did you join the Equal Nation"
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The man in the hat slowly lifted his head. His face was shrouded in shadow, making it impossible to discern his features. But his eyes, like stars embedded in the night.
"What does it have to do with you" he retorted.
The smoking woman didn't seem to mind, and slowly said: "Let me introduce myself - I am Zhao Zi, the guardian of Pingdguo, the first in Liangshi."
"Are you Zhao Zi" the man wearing a hat asked.
There was a hint of nonchalant questioning in Zhao Zi's beautiful eyes: "Do you recognize me"
“Heard that.” said the person wearing a hat.
"Well," Zhao Zi took a puff of his cigarette, saying with little emotion, "You must have heard something bad."
“I hear you like shaving people’s heads.” The man in the hat was rolling up his sleeves as he spoke, “Just so happens that I hate bald heads the most.”
When he finished speaking, his sleeves were already rolled up.
Then he took a step.
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His fist landed on the cliff face, but Zhao Zi, who had originally been standing before it, was now soaring through the air. Behind him, wisps of blue smoke almost formed into a cloud.
Only then did a heavy and prolonged rumbling sound reverberate through the mountain, as if it were a mournful cry from the hills themselves.
"If you hate bald heads, go and kill them! There are Buddhist temples on both sides of the world, plus a nunnery, isn't that enough for you to kill" Zhao Zi didn't seem afraid at all. He just spoke lightly, with a hint of amusement and playfulness: "What do you want to do to me"
The man wearing a wide-brimmed hat pulled his fist from the cliff face. It was a clean and elegant fist, seemingly sculpted from jade. After his fist left the cliff, only a faint hole remained, swirling with sunlight.
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The mountain was pierced through.
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“The Holy One asked me, after joining the Equal Nation, what position I wanted. I’ve thought it over now,” he looked at Zhao Zi and said, “I want to be Zhao Zi.”
Zhao Zi also looked into his eyes and confirmed: "In the Equal Nation, every name is replaced only after death."
The man with the hat said, “We needn't be any different either.”
Zhao Zi took the jade pipe, slowly exhaled a plume of smoke from his mouth, a trace of murderous intent rising with the smoke towards his willow eyebrows: "Give it a try."
The person in the hat jumped high without a word.
Just that one leap, and space trembled!
At this moment, a voice of antiquity arose, resonating in the netherworld— "The Equal Nation forbids internal strife."
The intangible force descended, smoothing the ripples of space and pressing the two figures back onto the mountain path. It also dispelled their killing intent.
The voice said, "We came together because of our shared ideals, striving to change the world. The road ahead is long! It's truly not right for anyone to die in someone else's heart."
Zhao Zi calmly put his white jade pipe back in his mouth, dispelling the fighting stance. His voice was nonchalant: "I just came to take a look at the new recruit, didn't expect him to be so fierce and aggressive."
The man wearing a straw hat said, "I dislike the tone of her voice."
"Do you dislike me smoking a pipe" Zhao Zi asked.
"It could also be because of this reason," the man in the hat said.
"Our ideals are too lofty to accommodate your personal disdain." The aged voice stated, "Newcomer, should you insist on such behavior, I can only represent the Equal Nation in refusing you."
“Since we are an equal nation, why is her name first” the person wearing a hat said, “I also want to be the first good time.”
"There's always a first come, first served." The aged voice replied.
The man wearing a hat asked again, “If the Kingdom of Equality advocates for first come, first served, why are Zhao Zi, Qian Chou, Sun Yin, and Li Mao, who are at the front, all real people, while those behind them are divine incarnations Are these four truly the first to arrive”
Zhao sighed and exhaled a plume of smoke, "You have so many questions."
“Be quiet.” The hooded man looked at her sternly. “I didn’t ask you anything.”
A raspy voice said, "Of course, the earliest ranking was also related to strength. But rankings don't represent anything, names are just a code."
“I am better than her, so why can’t I replace her” the hooded man asked.
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"Hey!" Zhao Ziliu said with a hint of displeasure, "It's not over yet! You're jumping to conclusions"
The aged voice said, "We, the people of the Equality Nation, are allowed to die only for our ideals. We must never die from power struggles or internal conflicts. Zhao Zi is my Dao friend, not my subordinate. I cannot replace her. Death is the only way she can be replaced—is that clear to you"
"Holy one, you should have said it sooner." said the man wearing a hat.
A creaking voice said, "In the letter you received, I listed several names you could choose from. Didn't you read it carefully"
"I hate reading letters," the hooded person said.
"Oh!" Zhao Ziyu exclaimed in surprise, "You are truly remarkably willful."
The man with the hat rudely pointed at Zhao Zi with his finger: “Actually, this woman could have chosen any of those names. I'll take Zhao Zi — well! What other names are there to choose from”
He felt the rejection of this time and space towards him, and had to let go of his obsession with Zhaozi.
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A croaking voice said: "King Wu just died in battle, and several replacements haven't competed for the position. And those who died in action on Mount Kongwu -"
“Just Wang Wei.” the man in the hat said.
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"No more looking at others" the aged voice asked.
The man wearing a straw hat said, “I like this name.”
"Your likes and dislikes are very straightforward." The Saint's voice drifted down from a high place, devoid of any expression.
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The new 'Wang Wei' stood there: "Just as I began to hate this world, so I came to the Equal Nation."
"Hmm... Pessimistic children." Zhao Zi, with a jade pipe in his mouth, raised his beautiful eyes: "I don't like this world very much either. We are indeed fellow cultivators."
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Wang Wei didn't even look at her: "It doesn't affect my hatred for you."
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"Very good! Of course, the world-weary should be weary of me. You and I are both part of this world!" Zhao Zi showed no anger, strolling down the mountain with ease: "Wang hasn't become a true immortal yet, Zhou Chen, Wu Si, Zheng Wu will surely be restless!"
The Twelve Protectors of the Equal Nation, only the first four are real people. Now a fifth real person has appeared, named Wang Wei, who is ranked eighth. Those ranked before Wang Wei have strength that only reaches the level of Shen Lin, which is indeed hard to accept.
Wang Weili stood on the mountain path, motionless, allowing this woman to brush past him.
But then, a glimpse of her figure disappeared swiftly, shrouded in smoke and mist, fading into the clouds.
At this time, the mountain path was empty, with only Wang Wei standing alone.
There is no limit to the heavens above, nor to the earth below.
“There’s a question that’s more of my personal curiosity, you don’t have to answer—” Saint’s voice said, “Why do you say you hate bald heads the most I mean…you seem to be one too.”
“Aren't we in a country of equality where ‘like-minded people don't need to know each other’” Wang Wei asked.
"So I said, it's just my personal curiosity," Sheng Gongdao.
The mountain wind was strong, making the robes billow and the cords dance.
Wang stretched out her hand and pressed down on the straw hat. "My bald head is different. My master said it's very clean."
The Demon Realm rarely had such a clean sky, especially in the front lines of the so-called "Five Evils Basin," above the battlefield—at this moment, all the dust was gone, and there were no clouds for miles. All the sinister qi and demonic aura had been swept away.
Of course, this happened after Jian Xia swept through.
"Ginger Qingyang!"
Xiu Yuan, who sat in charge of the demon realm's mighty city Jimo in Qi State, finally couldn't hold back. He slammed his military report on the table, strode out of his tent, and soared into the sky: "You're here again!"
The name ‘Jiang Qingyang’ is already very distant, and only the old people of Qi state would occasionally call it up.
A myriad of sword auras converged into a single point, swirling together with the renowned blade. A slender hand sheathed the weapon, its light fading as it vanished. The sword glow dissipated, revealing a blue shirt fluttering in the wind. Jiang Wang stood alone, holding his sword aloft, spinning gracefully towards the sky with a touch of warmth in his gaze directed at his old comrade: "Xiu Shuai, I've come to help you again!"
He was tall and straight, with a sword hanging from his waist. His hair was tied back neatly, and he exuded an air of refinement and sharpness. He was undoubtedly a man of impeccable character. But in front of Jiang Wang, that sharpness seemed to have vanished. Even his refinement felt like something he wanted to discard.
He beckoned her over. "Come here and talk!"
Jiang Wang looked regretfully at the retreating demon army, flying into the city with a puzzled expression: "What's going on Aren't you charging today I'm willing to lead the way! Facing this broken city, once we break through it for the first time, we can break through it again."
"Maybe you can run a second time." Shuuuen said irritably, "But maybe not get away!"
"Don't worry, I've inquired about it. That old lion has been busy teaching the young lions these days, saying he can take over the Sea King's position... He definitely won't have time to pay attention here!" Jiang Wang said earnestly: "Besides, don't we have the True Monarch of Suiming City guarding this place Anyone could stop him!"
He stared at him for a long time.
If it weren't for you killing Tian Hai Wang, Lion-Hearing Venerable in the past, would that Lion Ancestor have gone mad upon hearing your name himself
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"Even the Zhenjun guarding Suiming City...Qin Changsheng complained, he had been on duty more times in these two months than in the past ten years. Even Zhenjun couldn't stand fighting every day!"
After all, he was the supreme commander of the three armies, the highest military officer in the demon world of Qi. Xiu Yuan controlled his emotions well, ignoring Jiang Wang's provocation and asking, "How long will you stay in the demon world"
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“This doesn’t depend on me,” Jiang Wang said arrogantly. “Shu Shuai also knows that I declared in Tiansheng City that I would kill six True Demons, six True Devils, and six Evil Asuras to save the overall situation. I’ve only killed one!”
"Are you really saying I'm a big cabbage, lined up waiting to be chopped and taken home" Xiu Yuan frowned. "That's enough!"
"That won't do!" Jiang Wang said seriously: "To kill the six true demons, not one can be spared. How could Jiang certain betray the world"
Xiu Yuan sighed and said softly, "What do you think of this general"
"Having you groomed and ready is absolutely perfect!" Jiang Wang steered the conversation back on track. "Otherwise, how could I say that the first thing I did upon arriving in the Demon Realm was to come help you"
“I thank you!” Xiu Yuan pulled him into the Shu Mansion and began to roar: “I sat on a cold bench in Linzi for a long time, and it wasn't until Daoli Sanjiu Ernian that I got the opportunity. I brought the Prisoner Thunder Army to station in the Demon Realm, but in the first year I encountered you falling into the Frostwind Valley. My camp hadn't even been set up, and I almost had to go back to sit on the cold bench again.”
“From that time until now, it has been six whole years. I have fulfilled my duty to guard the land and consider the overall situation, but it's difficult to achieve great accomplishments. Over these six years, I have steadily built foundations, grasped the environment, diligently trained troops, manipulated the situation, and constantly lured the opponent, finally creating an opportunity two months ago to make a one-time strike, defeat the general, break the city, and establish a great accomplishment — you flew up with your sword and arrived! You are truly a demon. You killed the enemy, and you broke the city. As soon as Lion Anxuan arrives, I only regret that I am two legs short!”
He rarely made such a gaffe: "Jiang Qingyang ah Jiang Qingyang, where have I offended you Back when you defied orders in the Netherworld, the first plea written in your defense was by me!"
“How could Xiu Shuai speak like that” Jiang Wang’s eyes were hurt: “This time when I came to the demon realm, no one cared about me. I just wanted to come find you and do my best to repay your kindness!”
Xiu Yuan waved his hand: "If you remember my kindness, don't repay kindness with resentment—go to the Jing Guo jurisdiction!"
He let out a long sigh: “Nowadays, celestial demons appear and sweep through our territory at any time. This isn’t something that can be solved by military strategy. My pressure as the commander is immense!”
"Alright, alright. A forced melon isn't sweet. Since Xiu Shuai says so, Jiang will not force the issue!" Jiang Wang pondered for a moment: "So, Xiu Shuai, you intensify your offensive and lure out a lone true demon. I'll kill it and leave, never bothering you again. How does that sound"
“Speak politely, you won't listen, will you” Xiuyu drew his sword: “Get out! Scram!”
"Xiu Shuai, why do you have to be like this Business dealings aside, humanity and righteousness should prevail. Humanity and righteousness aren't about the relationship—fine, if that's how you want it. You act so shamelessly! We're done!"
Jiang Wangqing, in a green robe, leaped forward and disappeared into the distance. Facing the wind, he seemed somewhat solitary.
It has been more than two months since I came to the demon world.
For the current Jiang Zhenren, killing six true demons isn't impossible—provided the true demons give him the chance.
In fact, besides the first day he stormed into the demon realm, he rushed to the battlefield led by Xiu Yuan and beheaded the enemy general amidst thousands of troops. Since then, he never encountered a lone true demon again.
All that is "true" are the achievements of heaven's pride. Without the situation like Tianjie Douchang where you swear to live and die, who would give you the chance to kill
It's not that there aren't any powerful demons in the vast demon realm who are confident they could defeat Jiang Wang. It's just that the true demons who appear on the front lines of the battle between the two races are mostly commanders of large armies. There's no reason for them to forgo their military authority and fight Jiang Wang to the death.
Over the past two months, Jiang Zhenren has been traveling throughout the front lines of the Civilized Basin. Those renowned true demons either shut themselves up in fortified cities or formed defensive formations... Or else they "sent a piercing arrow that pierced the sky, with celestial demons descending."
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If it weren't for the Zhenjun, guardian of Suiming City, watching over them, even several Jiang Wangs would have fallen.
Jiang Wang could also comfort himself by saying that the true demons in the Heavenly Prison world would be terrified and flee at the mention of Jiang, but this couldn't allow him to kill one more true demon.
He'd rather have the true demons underestimate him, each wanting to crush him. Just like in the case of Can Yingyang back then, relentlessly chasing and hunting him down from heaven to earth.
Now not even a single strand of demon hair can be found, and the double-edged blade remains sharp. Alas, there is nowhere to strike the thief!
It wouldn't be wise to infiltrate the demon race's territory, would it
The real monsters there weren't that wary...
Jiang Wang steadied himself, putting his wandering thoughts back in order. Such outlandish ideas could actually come to mind! Just now, for a moment, he even started thinking about the feasibility of it!
"Master, where are you going now" Amidst the ruins, Baiyun Tongzi, his face covered in dust and grime, asked softly.
Since that day, he hadn't washed his face or spoken a word, hoping the Immortal Master would have a change of heart and quickly help him rebuild his home.
Unfortunately, the old master never descended again.
At this moment, when the old master was repeatedly met with setbacks and had nowhere to fight, he had to seize the opportunity to speak up. So that the old master would know that there was still a Bai Yun Tongzi in the world, who once had a Yun Ding Xian Palace.
"Alas, for the cautious and fearful approach of Xiu Yuan, Du Yao, and Han Que. Even Helian Yu Yi, a descendant of a renowned clan, only knows how to shut himself within his city walls. They are all unfit for battle! Why don't you go and see for yourselves in Wu An City." Jiang Wang Hun didn't pay attention to who was asking the question, pondering as he said: "I shall give Que Meng Chen one more chance!"
Words cannot express my feelings, so I'll just leave this space.
Thank you to the book friend "Wen"
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