Chapter Seventeen: The Path of the Jianghu is Long, We Shall
e Bone Venerable God. Through faith, the White Bone Venerable God can completely infuse him with power, allowing him to break through the internal seal from within and out.Therefore, Zhuang Chengqian...Since the founding of the Da Jing Dynasty by Emperor Ji Yushu, the authority of the ancient great clans has diminished day by day. The world remains the same world, and the scenery is not the same scenery.
But the times they are a-changin', whether you accept it or not, you just have to.
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The era of sects is over and becoming history.
Once glorious, everything is now just the echo of history.
Any being that aspires to eternal existence must adapt to the times and innovate with history. The only fate of stagnation is to decay into dust.
From individuals to entire nations, this holds true.
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During the era of Saintly Harmony, a hundred schools of thought vied with each other. There were countless major sects throughout the land! With myriad sources and streams, there must have been tens of thousands of families establishing their own lineages!
How are you doing now
How much is left
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Nowadays, only the best among the sects retain their autonomy. Sects within the various countries are all under the dominion of their respective rulers. Looking at the whole world, only the Lingxiao Pavilion stands out as an exception.
But to be realistic, the peaceful Lingxiao Pavilion and the cloud-based nation of Shangxing Kingdom posed little threat. They were generally not feared and no one considered them unstable factors.
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Looking back on this past era, in less than a decade, the Tai Xu Sect was collectively sealed within the Tai Xu Illusory Realm, the Xue He Sect was disavowed, and the Nandou Hall was about to be razed. Of all the major sects, three were eliminated.
This is indeed a rather frightening thing.
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It was as if an invisible hand had accelerated the succession of the sect. No, not succession, but a severing of generations. The great sects of the world that were already doomed and those on the verge of extinction had no successors.
This was before the Great Battle of the Labyrinth, when they barely escaped being eliminated. Their reputation and influence had greatly declined.
Today's misfortune at Nandou Hall is a case of "lips dying and teeth getting cold."
But the fury of King Chu was so great, what power could possibly withstand it
Ye Lingxiao said, "Whoever found you, what do they hope you will do"
Bai Ge's laughter was light and nonchalant: "It's nothing more than asking me to step in, mediate the situation, save Chang Sheng Jun's life, and preserve the lineage of Nandou Hall. To give Nandou Hall a chance to apologize - Master Ye, am I Bai Ge so influential"
Ye Lingxiao nodded forcefully: "At least here, it's very prestigious!"
Qing Yanshan's master smiled: "It's a pity that Chu Guo hasn't thought this way yet."
“Mount Sumeru, Jiange, Dusk Drum Academy, Sanxing Palace, oh, and there's also the Confucian Holy Land Shushan.” Ye Lingxiao counted on his fingers, one by one: “There are so many major sects in Nan Yu, why do you have to take the lead”
“Perhaps it’s because they are relatively close. A hand slap was all it took!” The head of Qingya Mountain chuckled, “If the Chu Kingdom wants to discipline Bai Gesiao, they would have to cross mountains and rivers, and then ask the Jing Kingdom if they are willing to lend a passage!”
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Initially, the Southern Dou Palace's involvement in the Qi Xia War was partly due to its geographical distance from the conflict.
If Xia Guo wins, Nandou Dian will gain a powerful ally and face less pressure from Chu Guo. They might even be able to stand tall against their enemies. If Xia Guo loses, Qi Guo would never have sent troops as far as Du'e Peak.
By analogy, the distant Qingya Academy thousands of miles away could indeed be discussed with the State of Chu.
Ye Lingxiao said, "Since it's just a matter of saying a few words, it doesn't seem like a big problem—what does the mountain master think"
Bai Ge smiled and brushed his collar, nonchalantly saying, "Have some tea!"
Ye Lingxiao smiled: "When this lip is dead, has the mountain master not seen the chill of his teeth"
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On this high cliff, Bai Ge smiled and raised his hand, pointing to the distant place where the clouds parted: "The State of Yang has perished, the State of Xia has perished, the State of Dan has perished, for how many times have the Spring and Autumn periods risen and fallen! The rise and fall of various states are common occurrences. Why doesn't the Hegemon Nation worry It is nothing more than this nation perishes, that nation rises, a sect perishes, but it is difficult to inherit. I think this is also proof that the sect system lags behind the times If so, what sect can't be destroyed"
She was leisurely seated on the high cliff, as if she wasn't concerned about the fate of her clan at all: "As scholars, we should respect the voice of the times. Each individual's will is specific, and ultimately converges into the choices of an era. If our clan is destined to perish, then let it perish! What crime did the Spring and Autumn period commit Can Bai Ge Xiao hinder the tide of time"
Whether intentional or unintentional, the present era is witnessing the demise of the old. This "old" refers not to age—the Tai Xu School is quite young, after all—but to the system of lineages. Perhaps this is not the desire of any individual or group, but rather a historical inevitability.
Bai Ge's point of view, indeed, is above many people.
Ye Lingxiao clapped his palms and praised, "In the world, there is no such thing as a white song with laughter They are simply claiming to be romantic!"
"Where did Ye Lingxiao come from" Bai Ge chuckled, tapping his teacup. "Don't make a commotion and alarm the world!"
The master of Qingya Mountain refused to accept flattery, so Ye Lingxiao smiled and passed it off: "Nan Dou Dian bestows power upon people, Fu Zhu is not wronged. Those who call themselves deeply worried but dare not show themselves, I wonder what they can rely on to stop the Chu nation's slaughter. Do those people really think that because Chu lost Hegu and withdrew from three parts of Xiangqi Lou, it became a paper tiger A sick tiger is even more dangerous! Shouldn't one be wary"
The State of Chu has indeed declined in recent years, suffering repeated setbacks since the War in Hegu Valley. It is far from as powerful and influential as Qin or Qi, who are currently at their peak.
But the Yinxian Forest remained calm. Powerful nations like Wei and Song were still firmly suppressed, and the discourse in the entire Southern Region remained tightly controlled by Chu, showing no signs of wavering.
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Does the strength of Chu state need to be measured by others
Not to mention the powerful Wei Song nation, also located in Nanyue. Could they possibly remain silent As for the current emperor of Wei, what a magnificent and brilliant leader he is! If given the chance, would he just sit and gaze at the river from Jianglou Tower
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Now, the State of Chu is at a point where it needs to demonstrate its strength. Surrounding Mount Due'er with a massive army yet not immediately destroying it is a calculated move to let this matter ferment and become known throughout the land. In such circumstances, who would dare stand in the path of the State of Chu without incurring the wrath of Chu Feng
Bai Ge smiled and looked at the Lord of Lingxiao Pavilion before him: "Ye Zhenren, you seem to see through everything so clearly. It seems you are also quite concerned about this matter. Could it be that you have no ideas If we can contribute something in this matter and make some impact, there would be many benefits."
"As you said, Ye Zhenren!" Ye Lingxiao said unhappily: "I'm not like you guys, I've already reached the limit of the present world and stand at the pinnacle of transcendence. Then Changsheng Jun also stands at the pinnacle, so what now"
He sighed deeply, a look of melancholy on his face: “Think of me, ‘the greatest hero through all ages,’ hiding my talents and acting humble! One step late, every step late, now even that three-acre plot of land in Yun Country is beyond my grasp!”
The head of Qingya Mountain's main road said, "Be clear, is it the land that can't be controlled, or the people"
“You’re being too straightforward, it lacks the lingering aftertaste,” Ye Lingxiao glanced at her. “If you want to laugh, just laugh, don’t force a pained expression.”
The master of Qingya Mountain burst into laughter: "Even Ye Lingxiao has his day!"
"Sigh," Ye Lingxiao let out a long sigh, extending his hands and gesturing in front of him: "At that time, she was just that small, so fragile and pitiful. In the blink of an eye, she has grown up. I still often feel that she's just a child, still unable to walk steadily, always needing me to support her—Perhaps it's time for me to let go."
“Are you willing” Bai Ge asked with a smile.
"Would I be willing to let go... Ha!" Ye Lingxiao gave a dashing smile. "My child has grown up and has their own ideas. The old stubborn one keeps getting in the way, and after a long time, it becomes annoying. I'm still hoping that if I end up bedridden, someone will still come to see me."
“For you, Ye Lingxiao, to be aware of this, is truly extraordinary!” The master of Qingya Mountain laughed. “It seems your cultivation has made great progress!”
Ye Lingxiao clasped his hands together and bowed in apology, pleading for mercy.
Bai Ge laughed and stopped there, then asked, "How is Qing Yu doing lately What has she been busy with"
They had known each other for more than a year or two. She had always been concerned about Ye Qingyu's growth. Back when they were young, she even wanted to send Ye Qingyu to Qingya Academy to study, but later on, Ye Lingxiao couldn't bear to part with her, so she gave up.
Ye Lingxiao said, "It's still those things—looking at the clouds, practicing the qin, drinking tea, cultivating Taoism, performing spells, and learning to handle some sect affairs. And of course, writing letters to her pen pal. Every day is leisurely and enjoyable."
Bai Ge smiled with a hint of emotion: "The world's prodigies either charge ahead bravely, forging their own path, or compete fiercely in the grand race. Someone as calm and serene as her is rare to see. I wonder how you raised her temperament, so different from her mother."
“In times of great turmoil and constant warfare, I sometimes wonder if she should embrace a bolder spirit to better face this world. I even considered taking her to the demon realm battlefields, letting her witness the flames of war, but she simply doesn't belong there. She is out of place among such scenes, never truly one of the battlefield people. Even when harboring emotions, her methods remain gentle.”
Ye Lingxiao looked up at the distance, his voice soft and distant: "I took her to cultivate outside the heavens. Her interest in flowers, plants, and the scenery of the extraterrestrial world far outweighs her desire to conquer other races or explore dangerous places. It's not that she doesn't work hard; she also diligently cultivates, mastering spells and killing techniques very quickly, but her heart is not sharp at all. In a fight against others, she can't even use seven out of ten of her strength."
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The Master of the Lingxiao Pavilion let out a light sigh: "The world is in turmoil, with her temperament, I can hardly rest easy."
Looking at the world, those dazzling talents are all cultivators of both Tao and Fa. They use their own methods to protect their own principles. They wield their own swords to uphold their own righteousness.
This method can be swords and blades, it can be force, it can be momentum... All variations don't depart from its core, they are all means to defend the Way.
Ye Qingyu's aptitude in cultivation was top-notch. However, when it came to killing, her talent was hard to describe.
Those who only know how to use fists and feet understand that "courage comes first, strength second, and skill third." Without the determination to kill, even if one is equipped with countless techniques, they cannot effectively utilize them in battle.
Those proficient in combat, like Jiang Wang, Dou Zhao, and Chong Xuan, can unleash the power of twelve out of ten. Furthermore, those like Huang Sheli with their Bodhi and Zhao Ru Cheng with their Lingxi can also utilize divine abilities to fully display their fighting prowess and reach the pinnacle.
Even a prodigious talent like Qin Zhizhen possesses exceptional combat aptitude, but it is not unparalleled. While he can effortlessly overpower others, facing an adversary like Jiang Wang inevitably leads to feeling suppressed, where his full potential is reduced to 99%.
Someone with Ye Qingyu's combat talent, when it truly comes to facing others in a duel, can basically only rely on their cultivation level, secret techniques, and some external objects to suppress their opponents.
Ye Lingxiao is also a warrior forged through countless battles, having punched the Western Pole and kicked the East China Sea. As for his beloved daughter, he naturally has an extremely clear understanding of her—at least in terms of strength, there wouldn't be much discrepancy.
Master Qingyashan said with a serious expression: "This child is aloof and elegant, uncompetitive in the world, and has a touch of naivety. He is destined to be a cultivator rather than a spellcaster. Letting nature take its course is best, you mustn't overcorrect."
Ye Lingxiao shook his head and smiled indulgently: "I wouldn't dare! She can't walk her own path, purge herself of demons, as a father, it is my duty to protect her."
“That’s a good way to think about it.” Qingya Mountain Master's tone was very solemn: “After all, the Dao is the foundation, and the law is just a means. Whether this journey is filled with blood and rain or wind and light clouds, once you reach the peak, the view is the same. With you watching over her, her Dao won’t be affected, and she'll still be able to walk towards the mountain.”
Ye Lingxiao understood the meaning behind the music and stopped smiling. He held his teacup thoughtfully, a serious look in his eyes: "I will cherish it."
"The world is vast, please take good care of yourself."
This is just an ordinary farewell.
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But it was the last words his friend, Wei Sun from Zhongshan, ever spoke.
The last time I saw him, it was at Wuling.
This time, the one I bid farewell to was Longhongji.
You are all young people with bright futures ahead of you, each with a shining life. You all believe that the other will be well and have never thought that this parting would be forever.
Only when the wind and clouds gather can one truly understand the impermanence of worldly affairs.
Ying Yang Weida General Zhongshan Yan Wenxin was as steadfast as iron, while Huang Sheli, a member of the Taixu Pavilion, was carefree but perceptive. Jiang Wang, the best in the world, rarely spoke, but understood everything in his heart. Only Zhongshan Weisun, this time, did not know how to weigh things properly.
This was the only time in his thirty-one years that he had ever been so reckless.
Let go of face, disregard honor, be ignorant of propriety, to behave as a villain!
He knew he couldn't persuade his grandfather, who was in charge of the Eagle Soaring Mansion; he knew that even if Huang Sheli had a close friendship with him, it would be impossible for him to interfere in Chu State affairs; he knew that Jiang Wang had no reason to help him save Long Boji.
He was thinking of coaxing these two people over and then using their reputations to his advantage. He'd leverage their names, create a facade of power, and go to Chu State to negotiate a ransom. Ideally, he'd get them to speak on his behalf. If that proved impossible, he'd weigh the past favor he owed Weishun from Zhongshan against the current situation.
His disgraceful behavior in the mud is also a factor.
Now I guess it's as good as done.
Jiang Wang was unwilling to pay him any more attention and thus parted ways with him. Huang Sheli, though furious and beat him up, acquiesced to his borrowing his name this time.
But was he satisfied
He doesn't know either.
Huang Sheli scolded him for not knowing his place, but he knew it very well. His status as the descendant of Zhongshan Weishun was just that—to stand up and publicly dissent after this incident happened and when he was so pathetically powerless; Huang Sheli wouldn't do that.
For Huang Sheli, who has always been clear about the separation between public and private, this is already quite rare.
For him, Sun Zhongyi, this was the most useful external force he could rely on in the shortest possible time under the circumstances where he couldn't get any support from Yanging Prefecture.
“Whew…”
Zhongshan Weishun let out a long sigh, pressing his face against the ground. He lay there quietly for a while. The soil, stained with blood, had a strangely comforting smell.
He really wanted to just lay there, it hurt too much, and he was too tired.
His nose bridge was caved in, his cheekbones slanted severely, and there were multiple bone fractures on his body - but the pain obviously went far beyond that.
He really wanted to lie down on the ground and take a nap, not thinking about anything anymore. Not family, not country, not friendships...
But he didn't forget the purpose of his journey to Nanyue, so after just closing his eyes briefly, he opened them again. After a moment, he got up.
He cleansed himself with Taoist rituals, removing the dirt, mud, and bloodstains. He changed his clothes and pinned up his hair again. He was once more the refined young master of Zhongshan from Jing State.
Four teams entered the final stage of the Huanghe Zhuiwai Building Tournament: the Imperial Eagle House of the Great Jing Empire, and Sun Yi from Zhongshan Weishui.
He came to the south with Huang Sheli, wanting to save a friend named Long Bokji.
He prepared a lot of sincerity.
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(The End)hey would never be able to advance any further.Wishing Wei, Jiang Wang, and Dou Zhao almost simultaneously drew their guns, pulled out their swords, each leaving a trail of blood flowers.May I remain...