The Kingdom of Yan, established in the 24th year of the Dao Calendar, was founded by the heroic lord Yan Qiu. Upon its establishment, it immediately became the hegemon of the Eastern Domain. At its peak, it spanned the southeast.

It was destroyed in the 2813th year of the Dao Calendar. The last emperor acted against the natural order, losing the hearts of the people. Finally, his forcible viewing of the ancestral secret canons of the great families across the land became the final straw that broke the camel’s back, leading to a rebellion throughout the realm. He then forcibly recalled the naval army from the sea border to the capital to protect his rule, intending to abandon the human race’s naval defense to preserve the state. This was refused by the sea border garrison… thereby losing everything.

The great empire that once dominated for a time, the great nation that restrained the grand ambitions of the Jing Taizu Six Harmonies Heavenly Son, finally exited the stage, having reigned for 2789 years.

How many romantic figures of the past, all vanished like the wind.

It is merely the turning of night and day, history treated as pages of a book turned over.

“Setting in the West Mountain, the sun rises in nine countries.”

Finally, the Qi country, which had been secluded in a corner, suddenly rose and ended the old glory.

At the end of the Dao Calendar’s two-thousand-year era, Yan Sheng was a great Confucian scholar of the world, his literary fame prominent and bright.

He once served as the Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince of Yan.

He was the Eastern Palace tutor of the last generation’s crown prince.

It was a pity that the crown prince did not have the great destiny to inherit the throne; this Grand Tutor to the Crown Prince also did not become a true Grand Tutor.

After the last emperor was surrounded and killed, the Sun Palace was shattered, and the crown prince also strangled himself in the Eastern Palace. Yan Sheng then left Yan, ascended Book Mountain, and from then on devoted himself to his studies, exhausting the classics with his white hair.

This is naturally a strong person.

To dare to seek a dialogue with Zhuge Yixian, and even to question Luosha Mingyue Jing, is enough to be called “powerful” even in the absolute peak forest of Yan Dao.

Gu Chi carefully savored this for a while, then asked again: “What reason did he have to stand up for Gao Zheng?”

The ethereal voice replied: “Gao Zheng initially went to Muguo Book Academy to seek the Dao, debating ten times consecutively, refusing no one who came. At the side of the field, there was a Confucian student listening to the debate, whose Dao path had been blocked for many years and whose life was nearing its end. He was awakened by a single word. After returning, he wielded his great brush and wrote an eternal article in one go, leaving the world without regret – that Confucian student was Yan Sheng’s disciple.”

Gu Chi chuckled: “That’s quite roundabout!”

Before finding Luosha Mingyue Jing, Yan Sheng first had to inform the Chu country’s Star Witch, Zhuge Yixian. This is enough to show whose voice is the loudest in the Southern Domain.

Whether Yan Sheng is representing Book Mountain in supporting Yue or whether he genuinely “cannot stand it,” he must provide a plausible reason.

Otherwise, do they really think the Great Chu Six Masters are mere vegetarians?

“This Confucian student truly exists, and this article also truly exists.” The voice, drifting on either side of the long street, replied: “But whether it is truly related to Gao Zheng is unclear. They are all dead now.”

“Confucian students just like to play these games.” Gu Chi chuckled: “What did Mister Zhuge say?”

The ethereal voice said: “Expressed shock, regret, and heartbreak over Gao Zheng’s death. Expressed sympathy for Yue, and expressed contempt for Three Points Fragrance Pavilion. Instructed Yan Sheng to capture Luosha Mingyue Jing, and ideally escort her to Ying City – Chu has been pursuing this criminal for a long time!”

“Then just follow his lead.” Gu Chi waved his hand: “No need to pay attention to this matter anymore.”

This matter is indeed very difficult to pay attention to anymore…

Who can possibly follow Yan Sheng and Luosha Mingyue Jing’s movements every day?

Gu Chi himself cannot do it.

Perhaps he also knew his words were somewhat meaningless, so he changed the subject again: “Still no news from Jing country’s side?”

The ethereal voice said: “No. Only that Lou Yue recently went to the Central Heavenly Prison. More specific news cannot be obtained.”

Gu Chi’s beard was neatly trimmed. He separated his index finger and thumb and lightly stroked the beard on both sides of his lips: “Put Jing country’s matter aside for now. We startled them last time, so getting news is not easy now. What has Yan Fatty been doing lately?”

The houses on either side of the long street were empty, yet also very strange.

Hearing Feng Du Yin’s new question, the previous voice disappeared, and a sinister voice rang out: “He’s probably also asking this question.”

Upper Life Prison Official Yan Wen is a tall, fat man. The Town Prison Department and Feng Du have been opponents for many years.

Gu Chi calls him Yan Fatty, and he calls Gu Chi Gu Bamboo Pole.

To grasp Yan Wen’s whereabouts is certainly very difficult. This answer merely indicates that Yan Wen has had no major actions recently.

The current Feng Du Yin was indeed emaciated, his official robe hanging loosely on his body, looking empty and ill-fitting. He drifted a few steps, instructing: “Keep a close eye on Yue during this period. Sometimes, when clever people die, it causes more trouble.”

“Yes.” A Feng Du ghost official responded and left.

The voice also gradually disappeared.

The front city gate was opening, escorting in a team of shackled suspects.

In fact, the word “suspect” could be removed. Having entered Feng Du, where is there still any suspicion?

They are all prisoners.

Gu Chi casually pointed and said with a smile: “The third one in that row on the left, come here. This official wants to personally ask you what crime you committed. Are you wronged?”

That person, wearing prisoner clothes and shackles, slowly walked out.

He had a very clean bald head. He looked up and honestly shook his head: “I am not wronged.”

“Speaking of which, I can be considered to have experienced many punishments.”

In the ‘guest hall’ of the Central Heavenly Prison, a mass of completely unrecognizable rotten flesh hung on a torture rack. It looked like it should have died long ago, yet it still clung to life. Even breathing was very difficult, yet it still effortfully talked to itself.

Sang Xianshou had gone to attend to other matters today.

The jailer who came to “entertain” him could also be considered a torture expert.

It was a pity that compared to Sang Xianshou, his methods were still too immature, leaving him with the energy to speak – and he spoke whenever there was an opportunity.

Poor Coroner Wang, using this method to confirm his own existence.

The torturer was already packing up the torture tools.

He continued to say: “Different prison styles, I have experienced them all. Zheng country, Zhongshan country, Song country, hey, I’ve stayed in many prisons! Speaking of which, your Central Heavenly Prison truly has the highest standards. By the way, do you know about Prisoner Sea Prison?”

“The prison at Fishing Sea Building, located on Huai Island. How is it? Does it rank in your prison world?”

“I have a former colleague, a jailer at Prisoner Sea Prison. Surname ‘Bi’, died very miserably – hey, you won’t kill me, right?”

The jailer was very disciplined and did not speak a word.

But Coroner Wang seemed to have already received a response, and even laughed: “Hehe, in your Central Heavenly Prison, am I not the first person seeking to live?”

“Ah, when my former colleague was still alive, I often consulted him about the methods at Prisoner Sea Prison. At that time, I felt his methods were very good, but compared to my Daddy Sang, they are still far worse.”

The jailer had tried all the methods he could today. Finally, he glanced at this mass of rotten flesh, confirmed that all the restrictions were in place, and then carried the torture tools box and left.

Coroner Wang had almost no distinct five senses, only a vague perception that the prison door was locked and the prison was sinking. He was about to be submerged in the water prison filled with special medicinal water.

“Daddy ah…” He called out weakly and miserably: “What exactly do you still want me to confess? I even told you about the mole on my butt – Wu!”

He sank too quickly and was directly submerged in the water.

After a while, the noose slowly reset, allowing him to expose his head.

Today’s medicinal water intensified the “itch” effect, strengthened the recovery of perception, and also had some medicinal effects to consolidate the foundation and nourish the yuan… Uh, Peony bark, Poria cocos, Maizhong, Cold Seven Grass, Three Way Flower…

Coroner Wang analyzed seriously, but his body trembled uncontrollably like chaff. This was an instinctive reaction to the pain after his perception gradually recovered.

Pain cannot be gotten used to, only endured or not endured.

Sang Xianshou was an excellent executioner. His execution knife always hovered on the edge of unbearable pain.

But no matter how much he trembled, Coroner Wang did not allow himself to truly “collapse.”

Even if the lifeline was the noose, he would endure until he was strangled to death before letting go.

At this moment, a voice rang out, so ethereal and without a point of origin that it seemed like a hallucination – “Do you want to get out?”

What a warm, harmonious voice this was!

Just hearing this voice, his physical pain was relieved.

“Ke… Ke…”

Coroner Wang breathed laboriously, not responding – assassins outside must protect themselves and do not easily talk to strangers.

That voice said again: “I can help you leave.”

“Cheater.” Coroner Wang said disdainfully: “My Daddy said, since the Central Heavenly Prison was built, no one has ever successfully escaped. What do you rely on? Do you underestimate my Great Jing Dynasty?”

Facing this probe, that ethereal voice only said: “He lied to you. One person succeeded.”

“Who?” Coroner Wang mocked: “Do you want to say ‘Cui Di’? Or ‘Coroner Wang’?”

The ethereal voice was emotionless, always the same: “His name is ‘Min Ha’er’.”

He could be called a legend of the grasslands, the Cangtu Divine Envoy Min Ha’er, who once came to the Central Domain to preach!

He was the most famous among the successive divine envoys. Muguo’s Min He Temple was built for him.

Such a figure once entered the Central Heavenly Prison and finally escaped?

“What Min Ha what? I haven’t even heard of it. Shut up!” Coroner Wang was righteous: “Don’t think I’ll betray my Daddy! My Daddy is testing me! In a few days, he will release me and entrust me with important tasks!”

“Do you know why Sang Xianshou still hasn’t killed you?” The ethereal voice asked.

“Naturally, it’s because he’s reluctant to part with me, his righteous son.” Coroner Wang said: “I still have to support him in his old age!”

The ethereal voice said: “You don’t need to worry. When I talk to you, no one can hear.”

“Whether anyone hears or not doesn’t affect my feelings for my Daddy Sang!” Coroner Wang seemed a little angry, then paused: “Then you say why?”

Compared to Coroner Wang’s rich emotions, that ethereal voice remained constant, without fluctuations: “Because your fundamental law has not been handed over, and your Dao body has great research value, and your will is very tenacious – it can fully test his concept and perfect his torture secret method.”

“What fundamental law? I don’t even know what you’re talking about. I have nothing to hide from my Daddy. I even told him about my treasured Thirty-six Styles of the Spring Palace!” Coroner Wang said angrily: “Don’t try to sow discord!”

“Do you suspect Sang Xianshou is eavesdropping?”

“How dare you directly call his old man’s name! You must show respect to my Daddy!”

That ethereal voice paused slightly and said: “Ji Fengzhou is a little bastard, Ji Yusu is an old bastard.”

“Do not be rude to the current emperor!” Coroner Wang was suddenly angry: “How dare you insult my Taizu!”

“You are truly loyal.” The ethereal voice said: “Then so be it. Consider that I never came – you won’t remember me either.”

“Please!” Coroner Wang swore: “I will report you, you demon, and wait to see how my Daddy Sang deals with you! You will pay for your rudeness!”

Soon he understood that what the ethereal voice said was not a lie.

He clearly felt that this segment of his memory was disappearing. Being skilled in changing bodies and often changing bodies, he understood very well how to handle memory and was very sensitive in this regard.

So he immediately said: “Wait!”

“Who are you?” He asked: “For a transaction, I at least need to know who I’m dealing with, right?”

“Who am I? It’s been too long, I almost can’t remember…” The ethereal voice said: “But you can call me – Dizang.”

“Truly a majestic name, you must be very majestic yourself!” Coroner Wang’s tone became very flattering: “I don’t know what I need to pay in this transaction?”

The ethereal voice said: “You only need to try your best to escape. And I will help you achieve this.”

“Such a good thing exists?” Coroner Wang’s doubt was unconcealed: “I don’t believe I can have such good luck to meet good people.”

“No need to try to define. I am not within any of your definitions.” That ethereal voice said: “Do you need to pay something to confirm this matter? How can you pay anything in your current state?”

“I have a sincere heart!” Coroner Wang said earnestly: “If sir does not abandon me, I am willing to bow and serve as…”

The ethereal voice interrupted him: “I will find you again next time.”

Hua la la – above the water prison, came the sound of iron chains dragging on the ground.

Everything became quiet.

Coroner Wang slowly lowered his head, licked a bit of the medicinal water that brought extreme pain to moisten his truly dry lips. He laughed.

West out of Wei River is Wuguan, my poor eyes see Yu’yuan ten thousand li away.

I heard of Xianyang’s name since I came, but I have never seen Xianyang.

Jiang Wang had no heart to look at the Qin capital, alone sword down Wuguan.

Once again flying out of the Southern Domain, once again flying towards Yu’yuan, Jiang Wang’s mood was liberated from one kind of heaviness, and took on another kind of weight.

Finally, he hovered in the air above the Wei River.

Yu’yuan is not a calm place, and he, Jiang Wang, is not someone who can cross Yu’yuan at will.

Killing the eighteen alien true identities is not an effortless feat, but one that truly requires staking one’s life to fight for.

After Wuguan, it is one of the most dangerous places in the current world. If he cannot be in his best state to cope, and unfortunately dies there, there will be nothing to complain about.

But… how easy could it be?

The Wei River surged, its clear waves reflecting his shadow.

For this great river in the Western Border, Jiang Wang’s deepest impression was that year when Xiang Qian fought with Qin Zhizhen here.

With his Only I Flying Sword, he set the prelude for the great battle of the Yellow River Assembly. He was also chopped alive into the river bottom by Qin Zhizhen, who stood up for Wei Yu.

Now Xiang Qian is a competitor for the title of the world’s number one Shenlin, and Qin Zhizhen is a member of the long-renowned Taixu Pavilion. There is still a realm gap between the two sides.

Jiang Wang stopped here, wanting to write a letter to Qing Yu.

He disliked how slow Yun He was, so he spread out the letter paper from the Taixu Illusion Realm and wrote –

“Qing Yu on the cloud, see this letter as if seeing me: How have you been recently.”

Then crossed it out.

Rewrote –

“Are you busy?”

Again crossed it out.

“Let me tell you, Guang Shu is really funny, he…”

“Border wilderness…”

“Zhongshan Wei Sun is quite boring…”

“The scenery in the Southern Domain is really good, let’s go together next time…”

All crossed out.

Jiang Zhenren slowly sighed.

This time, he thought for a while before starting to write –

“There’s something I want to tell you. I once owed a great favor, that person…”

Again, he stopped.

His pen was suspended in mid-air, about to write, but his intention hesitated.

The tip of the brush unconsciously smudged twice on the letter paper. Jiang Wang frowned and simply crumpled up this letter paper.

He exhaled a long breath, took out another letter paper, and wrote to Qin Zhizhen –

“I am at the Wei River.”