Chapter 25: Heartbeat
l!Yi Tang's eyes sparkled, his ears were acutely perceptive, his nostrils flared, and though he kept his lips sealed, his five senses were alive. His five senses seemed imbued with spirit, akin to the...Qiu Shunhua had not yet spoken.
This is a sample HTML tag.
Here is some text to translate.
Zhongshan Weishun again pointed out that "emptiness" was his given name, and composed a book: “Today Zhongshan Weishun went south to seek battle, stubbornly clinging to the divine presence of the first rank, doing it for fame and personal gain! He betrayed the great Jing (referring to a famous general), unable to follow the noble and courageous. Whether wounded or killed, I take full responsibility, with no regrets or hatred – anyone need not avenge me!”
With such a certificate, even if Qu Shunhua killed him on the spot, Zhongshan Yanwen couldn't say much.
Zhongshan Weisun's determination resounded through the hall.
“Good!” Qu Shunhua was never one to mince words, and she immediately summoned her personal guard commander: “If I die in battle, take over command for me. Do not let military affairs fall into disarray, understand”
Zhongshan Weishun said he could die in battle, but he still needed Qu Shunhua to help him protect Longboji. Therefore, he would never kill Qu Shunhua.
Then this is an unfair battle.
This is a test.
Qiu Shunhua wouldn't have fought if she wasn't going to, but since she was determined to fight, she absolutely wouldn't accept such unfairness—just like what Zhongshan Weishun had wagered. She had the confidence of being invincible, how could she let anyone give her way
The Commander of the Guard bowed in response.
Qū Shùn Huá then removed his waist token and gave it to his personal guard: “The world is for fame, swords and shields have no feelings. If I die in battle, Zhonghsan Weì Sun will be responsible for protecting whom The Qū family will protect him instead! This is the promise of Qū Shùn Huá!”
Here is the translation of the content within the > tags, excluding HTML tags:>
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!
Finally, she looked back at Zhongshan Wei Sun: "Come on. I've seen your courage now, show me your skill!"
>
Thus, she ascended to the heavens, her hair unbound and armor gleaming as she stood suspended amidst the starry night. She issued a challenge to Sun Wuyi of Zhongshan: Come and decide your fate!
This was a highly anticipated battle.
On one side are the four finalists of the Huanghe Grand Tournament. Two of them have already attained true enlightenment and are listed among the Tai Xu Pavilion's elite. The remaining participant, Yan Shaofei, is also undoubtedly the number one prodigy of Wei State, "Though triumphant in the world, I aspire to be third," it is said he is also on the path of seeking truth.
On one side is Fu Di, the first of the blessed lands in the Taixu Illusionary Realm, whose identity is almost clear. He is also the most powerful contender for the title of "Number One Divine Presence" after Jiang Wang, and possesses the divine abilities at the peak!
More than just the camp of General Qu Shunhua's troops were paying attention to this battle. It wasn't a solitary few either.
In the right camp of Da Chu, a tall and imposing figure rose up like a mountain, covering half the moon.
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
And upon the crescent moon, at some unknown time, two figures had already stood.
One wears a green robe with an air of ease, the other a blue robe that signifies nobility.
Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate!
All adorned with jade crowns, their hair tied up, resembling the moon rising from the earth.
A noble son of the world, an immortal sword cultivator from heaven.
>
Qiu Shunhua glanced casually at the other side, raised her hand, and gestured that everything was under control.
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!
This jade crown was chosen personally by her, and she didn't allow the craftsmen to make another one. The previous one worn by True Master Jiang was destroyed in Tianjing City, so a new one has been sent now.
Left Guangshu pressed his heart, made a beating gesture, grinned, showing his white teeth, and smiled sweetly, expressing his heart was touched for his sister.
Grandmaster Jiang slapped him and told him not to interfere with the battle.
Let me know if you'd like me to translate any other text!
The passages to the Nandou Hall were not sealed. Chu gave them time, allowing them to freely seek help. They looked throughout the heavens and earth, across the Eight Wildernesses and Six Harmonies, wondering who would come to their rescue.
As a result, everyone in the Nandou Hall had tried to find a way out, and they all saw the process of the sky collapsing—this was especially disheartening.
Later on, it was the Nandou Hall itself that cut off communication, collecting all paths and unifying external contact.
This is a translation of the content within the > tags. Please note:* I only translated the text, not the HTML tags. * The output will be plain English text with the original HTML tags intact.Let me know if you'd like me to translate something else!
Chang Shengjun is a venerable and renowned True Immortal. Si Ming Zhenren is a widely connected True Immortal. The Six True Immortals of Nandou each possess unique skills and have their own circles of friends. Nandou Hall has painstakingly cultivated itself for many years, accumulating intricate webs of interests and historical connections—all the elements that one would expect…
Here is the translation, removing the original text and only providing the English:
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
But until today, the only one who truly came to Mount Emei to help was Zhongshan Wei Sun.
Although he behaved foolishly, isn't foolishness itself the choice
Long Boji received the news in his own room. At that time, he was in a daze that he couldn't even describe himself. He swore to contribute everything to the sect, but the sect was already doomed. He was determined to resist the outsiders, but he understood that what he did didn't matter. He spent the whole day in a stupor, sometimes pacing back and forth, sometimes lying still.
The door suddenly swung open, letting in the starlight. The junior brother who delivered the message looked at his senior brother with a strange and eerie excitement. He lowered his voice, but couldn't hide his agitation as he said, "Senior Brother! You're saved!"
Long Boji's face was still swollen, the marks of the slap fresh—he had fled in disgrace from Mei Yue and then rushed to question his master, the Seven Kills Uncle-Master and the Heavenly Mechanism Auntie about why they weren't in the hall. Were those two so-called true people aware of the danger but had run away on their own, abandoning their fellow disciples
>
Si Ming Zhenren Fu Zhao Fan gave him no explanation, only a slap that sent him flying out of the hall, and the mark remains to this day.
"Me Saved" Long Boji looked at his younger brother with a strange expression, grinning: "You're crazy too. Another one."
"No, no, I'm serious." The younger disciple who delivered the message pushed open the door and lit the candles in the room. Thus, the candle flames, like sprouts, swayed and dispelled the darkness.
The room transitioned from pitch black to a dim yellow, as if retreating from night back to dusk.
The mysterious junior brother approached and whispered, "Senior Brother, don't you know Zhongshan Wei Sun of Jing State is challenging Qu Shunhua. The bet is your life!"
This is the end of a paragraph.
This is a greeting to Wei Sun from Zhongshan. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
This name, like an axe, cleaves through the fog of confusion.
Long Boji suddenly sat up straight, his body as if struck by electricity, stiff for a moment.
Zhao Tiezhu really came to save!
He actually didn't expect anything. He wrote more than one letter. In the name of Long Boji, in the name of Nanzhu Temple's true lineage, in the name of Nanzhu Temple... they all sank without a trace.
"Really"
“I've been in charge of the Nandou Xindao these past few days, and I came to inform my senior brother as soon as I received the news. It can't be wrong!”
Lung Po-chi immediately jumped out of bed, hastily put on his boots, took two quick steps, then turned back and hurriedly hung up his sword... but finally sat down again, sitting on the bed.
He miserably said, "What have I become..."
"Senior brother," the junior brother who delivered the letter got closer and closer: "You can't go alone."
Long Bo suddenly looked at him, his eyes momentarily very severe, but then softened. "How do you say"
"You have attendants!" The junior brother who delivered the message reached for his sword. "From now on, I shall be your sword bearer. When you leave this place, who will care about an extra servant"
Long Boji has already woken up. He knows that Zhongshan Weishun saved him, which was not easy, and he still wants to take others with him. That's really ignorant.
Here's the translation of your text:
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
But he merely moved his sword aside and patted his junior brother's shoulder. "Don't make a fuss," he said.
Night had fallen. In the pitch-black Nandou Hall, only his room was illuminated.
In a crowd of despairing people, hope alone will not receive blessings.
People will come seeking light, either to share it or...to extinguish it.
The younger brother who received the letter nodded vigorously: “I understand!”
But he wasn't quite there yet.
Long Boji retracted his emotions and started turning his already abandoned, almost rusty brain: "Zhongshan Weishun challenged Qu Shunhua, the odds of winning are not high. Do you know the specific rules"
The junior brother who sent the letter said, "It seems there are no rules, life and death don't matter."
“Ah!” Long Boji suddenly stood up, but then stopped. He murmured, “Zhongshan Weishun must be confident to make such a choice. I believe him, I should believe him.”
"Of course, he's the pride of Jing Country and one of the Four Heroes of the Yellow River!" The junior brother who delivered the message had already placed all his hopes on Zhongshan Weison. His words were filled with such fervent passion that it was almost as if he were worshipping a god. If given just a little more time, he would surely uncover every single brilliant moment in Zhongshan Weison's life.
He must be able to prove with words that Zhongshan Weishun is the number one divine presence in the world.
"How many people still know about this" Long Boji asked.
The junior apprentice who was delivering the letter only then realized the problem, his face turning pale: "There is more than one person on duty at the Way Station."
“We can’t stay here.” Long Boji immediately stood up.
"Where to" the junior brother who was delivering the message asked.
“Go to the Hall of Life and Death, no, go to the front line!” Long Boji made a decision: “Yes, we’ll support the front lines!”
“This way, Zhongshan and Wei Sun will find it more convenient to meet us!” The junior apprentice who delivered the message was overjoyed and eagerly went to open the door.
Creak.
As the door swung open, the candlelight from within spilled out into the hallway.
The field of vision is very crowded, and the candlelight can't break through—the courtyard is full of people.
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
They are all brothers from the Nandou Hall, they all looked at Long Boji.
Here is your text translated to English:
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
What kind of look was that
In the endless night of despair, people crawling on the ground waiting to die, saw the only light flying in the sky, a light that might possibly fly out of this place.
Was that eagerness and hope
and there was none.
As everyone knows, that lamp can only illuminate himself and take himself away.
"Senior brother." The first to speak was a true disciple of Tiantong Hall. He looked at Long Boji with a rather subtle expression: "Are you leaving"
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
"Where am I going" Long Boji held his sword without a trace, trying to sound as calm as possible. "I'm going to the front lines, to bathe our sect in blood!"
"I heard someone is coming to save you." said the true disciple of Tiantong Dian.
"Really Where did you hear that" Nóngyún quietly moved aside a gap, and the courtyard was bathed in the rare moonlight. Lóngbòjī said, “Don't have any more unrealistic fantasies. We can only rely on ourselves, we can only save ourselves.”
A true disciple of Tiantong Hall, raised his chin at him from behind: “Didn’t this brother on duty tell you”
“Haha, are you talking about that thing with Zhongshan Weishun I just heard about it, is it true” Long Boji shook his head. “He can’t beat Qu Shunhua. I don’t have any hope.”
"But there's also hope of winning, right" asked a true disciple of Tiantong Hall.
At night, there were rustling sounds.
That was the restless human heart.
“Hope” is such a beautiful word, yet in this insurmountable wall of despair, it feels cruelly out of reach.
Looking at the dense, familiar faces in the courtyard, and those pairs of unfamiliar eyes... Those flickering, strange lights made Long Boji feel a chill.
He knew there were better ways to handle the situation now. He wasn't a person who didn't know how to assess the situation, but for some reason, his heart skipped two beats. His already calmed mood suddenly became very irritable.
He suppressed his emotions with great effort: “Winning or losing isn’t that simple. It’s late, junior brother. Let's not waste each other's time. I don't want to discuss this now. I need to go to the front lines and kill the enemy.”
But the crowd did not give way to him, this Southern Dipper Senior Brother.
>
“My master died, killed by Dou Zhao. It's not respectful to say it like this—but I think he deserved it. He ran away to the heavens himself and didn't care about me.” The true disciple of Tiantong Hall said, “Brother, you shouldn't have left.”
My heart beat faster and harder. Long Boji was in a flurry: "I don't know what you mean. What walking Get out of the way!"
The crowd gathered instead.
Those familiar faces swirled and danced before my eyes.
"Senior Brother, as the acting headmaster appointed by Prince Nandou, how could you abandon us"
"Senior brother, you have to stay and fight with us."
"Senior brother..."
"That's enough!" Lung Boji suddenly drew his sword: "That's enough! Do you think I can't see through your dirty intentions Fight with you, ha! Die with you!"
"Senior Brother! I can't understand what you're saying!" The direct disciple of Tiantong Hall said coldly: "You don't want to die with us How come you're not from Nandou Hall"
The divine and bright, the divine and bright, seeing the divine is not present!
This should not be a problem. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
The world around him churned violently, his heart pounded like thunder. Long Boji felt a wave of nausea wash over him, his head throbbing with pain. He drew his sword and swung it wildly, "Get out of my way!"
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
The uncontrolled sword qi shrieked, cutting a disciple in two.
"I'm not—" Long Bomi recoiled, then took a step back, struggling to break free from the terror that gripped him. He desperately suppressed his chaotic power: "I didn't mean to!"
A wave of anger erupted from the crowd: "He wants us dead, while he lives alone!"
"Don't let him leave! Take his sword!"
"Let him pay for it, pay for it!"
My heart was pounding like a drum.
Countless hands, countless faces, countless swords... everything rushes towards me!
The crowd surged like the sea.
The tide has receded again.
"Hmph... Hmph..."
Long Bo's hand trembled as he failed to raise his long sword again. He knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.
"Huff huff..."
He was pierced by five swords, the deadliest of which was lodged in his heart.
He felt his heart pounding wildly, as if it would leap from his chest, but he paid close attention to the sword. It remained still.
What is the point of all this
Long Boji knelt straight before the door, kneeling in his own courtyard. He strained to lift his head and tried hard to open his eyes and look forward. Everything before him had become dim and blurry.
A blurry figure was swaying.
The sound beside my ear came and went—
"He betrayed! He betrayed us!"
He was the one who made the first move! We were only forced to fight back!
He also killed people! He murdered his fellow disciples!
He's a traitor to the State of Chu! They colluded long ago!
"Alright! Let's kill the traitor!"
The names of those who sent him letters, his younger brothers from the Tiāntóng Hall, his younger brother whom he had slain with his own sword, and his younger brother who had plunged a sword into his own heart... Long Bójī couldn't remember any of their names.
The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a lonely clang. In the midst of the noise, it was especially desolate.
What are their names
Long Bo pondered with great effort, slowly, slowly lowering his head.
"Senior brother, how are you" The junior brother from Tiantong Hall knelt half-way before him, supporting him.
At this moment, the appearance of this master and disciple suddenly became very clear, and each word of this master and disciple's voice was clearly transmitted to his ears.
Long Boji stared at him, feeling his younger brother's heartbeat through the arm he was touching. It was so chaotic and intense —
Boom! Boom!
Long Boji seemed to understand something, and at the last moment of his life, he grinned.
Many years ago, on a tranquil afternoon.
Here is your response:
Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!
The Taixu Illusionary Realm wasn't crowded yet, and there were few travelers in the Hongmeng space.
“This man is invincible, he must be an old antique!” Jia Fugui said fiercely.
“Two or three hundred years old, that’s for sure. Look at him, he has the smell of an old man all over him.” Zhao Tiezhu curled his lip.
>
“People still need to be objective,” Shangguan said, analyzing thoughtfully. “Naming conventions like ‘Dugu Wudi’ were very popular fifty years ago. And his style of dress is really outdated, like something an old man would wear. He should be around fifty or sixty.”
Let me know if you'd like to translate anything else!
Jia Fugui stroked his palm and praised, "Brother Shangguan is still as objective as ever! He makes good points!"
"Damn this broken illusionary realm, even the old man has fallen for it" Zhao Tiezhu roared: "What happened to cultivating prodigies They even want fifty or sixty-year-olds, what the hell is this 'Jiazi Tai Sui'!"
>
"Hahaha, what a wonderful stroke of luck from the Jiazi year!" Shangguan laughed until her stomach hurt: "It's brilliant, Tiezhu!"
Ji Fu貴 clenched his fist: "When I challenge Fudi, I will definitely take down this Ji Zi Taisui. Damn it, he dares to call himself Dugu Wuji. I hate these pigs with onions stuck up their noses!"
“Two brothers, it’s rare that we get along so well.” Zhao Tiezhu grinned: “Why not find a place to sit down and have a good talk”
“Good!” Jia Fugui raised both hands in agreement.
Shengguan waved his hand. "I have something to attend to, so I'll take my leave first."
>
He took a few steps and added, “But I’ll be back tomorrow.”
Then, see you tomorrow!
Here is your text translated to English:
See you tomorrow!
This is the end of a paragraph.
Thank you to the book friend "Chen Bo" for becoming the chief supporter of this book! It is the 712th alliance for Chi Xin Xun Tian.rk hard on writing extras, yes, now I have inspiration. (Strikethrough)I'll write a 4,000-word extra chapter first and give it to you the day after tomorrow. (This is true.)And then try to write a seq...