“Jiang Wang is going to kill Zhuang Gao Xian.” In the Chang Le Palace, Jiang Wu Hua, who was trimming a pot of Qu Yi Mei, suddenly said this.

The flower branches of the Qu Yi Mei are winding, and can endure bitter cold, blooming in the autumn equinox and withering in the winter solstice, hence the name “Qu Yi” (meaning winding and difficult). Although it is a precious flower species, it has never been much liked by renowned scholars, who consider it to have a lowly appearance. However, in Jiang Wu Hua’s garden, hundreds of flowers bloom together, and every flower species is present.

There isn’t a single servant in the flower garden.

Only the Crown Princess Song Ning Er, half-squatting on the side, holding a pot to water the flowers, and the Great Qi Empress, sitting in the warm pavilion, drinking soup with a jade spoon in small mouthfuls.

In the current world, the life and death of the foremost young generation with military merits affects too many people’s hearts.

Today, in the state of Qi, countless people are waiting for the result from De Lu Palace.

The Empress, Crown Prince, and Crown Princess in this Jing Yi Garden are just some of them.

The Great Qi Crown Prince, whose features are plain and unadorned, having completely failed to inherit the appearance advantages of the Emperor and Empress, slowly and methodically trimmed the plant and repeated: “When he reaches Dong Zhen, that is when he goes to kill Zhuang Gao Xian.”

“He dares?” The soup personally brewed by the Eastern Crown Prince was extremely fresh and delicious, but the Great Qi Empress’s voice was very indifferent: “Zhuang Gao Xian is the rightful ruler of the state of Zheng Shuo, having received the mandate to hold his position. How can he be killed without a crime? Rashly moving against Zhuang Gao Xian is to challenge the national system, to challenge the very foundation of the current world. The Son of Heaven absolutely will not allow it, and this palace absolutely will not allow it. If such an action occurs, the world will execute him, and so will the state of Qi!”

Jiang Wu Hua seriously looked at the Mei branch in his hand: “Mother Empress, do you really think that his resignation request today is just a tactic to advance by retreating, to ask the Son of Heaven for more?”

His meaning was very obvious—Jiang Wang had already resigned, what else wouldn’t he dare?

If Jiang Wang successfully leaves Qi this time, then his every move will only represent himself, no longer the state of Qi. Whatever he does, whether challenging the national system or the current world order, it will be his own responsibility, not involving the state of Qi. Then you, Great Qi’s Son of Heaven or Great Qi’s Empress, what reason do you have to “absolutely not allow” it? At most, you can only say “if such an action occurs, the world will execute him,” like other countries, capturing and killing him after the fact.

But the Empress only slightly furrowed her brows. She didn’t think Jiang Wang was truly going to leave: “Arrogance fueled by favor, holding merits to demand rewards. Such people are not few throughout history; this palace has seen many.”

“You may not understand Marquis Wu An, but you should understand the Son of Heaven,” Jiang Wu Hua said calmly. “It seems Mother Empress still holds a grudge against Marquis Wu An for reopening the Lei Gui Fei case.”

Whether Jiang Wang was holding merits to demand rewards could be debated, but the current Great Qi Son of Heaven was absolutely not a monarch who could be held hostage and forced.

The Great Qi Empress’s face was without joy or sorrow. She simply put the jade spoon back, having suddenly lost her appetite.

That matter had passed a long time ago, but it was the first time mother and son had formally talked about it. She was unwilling to admit that her choices back then, after several years, had forced the always low-key Jiang Wu Hua, who wished to be forgotten by everyone, to step into Shen Lin early.

She only felt that it was Jiang Wang’s fault.

Merely an external minister, how lightly he insulted the royal family, so self-righteous!

Weren’t there the famous constables of the Northern Yamen? Weren’t there capable ministers in the court?

In this world, there were many intelligent people. Yet it had to be him, Jiang Wang. The matter had passed so many years, the dust had settled, but he had to dig it up, stirring up a heaven and earth of flying dust, dirtying everything!

The nearby Crown Princess Song Ning Er, who had been listening for a while, turned her head at this time and softly said: “Marquis Wu An and that Zhuang country ruler actually have such great enmity, cannot wait even one day? I have only read those two articles, ‘Ten years of heartbreaking words,’ and thought they should be sharing the same hatred against the enemy.”

What she was referring to was naturally Jiang Wang’s initial article that circulated throughout the world to suppress the Wu Sheng sect, and Zhuang Gao Xian’s sacrificial text inscribed on the Feng Lin Sheng Ling Bei.

Under the instigation of those with intentions, at that time, the two articles were celebrated together in the world. Zhuang Jun Zhuang Gao Xian and Jiang Wang, who originated from the state of Zhuang, took different paths but achieved the same goal, jointly avenging the country, which was once regarded as a beautiful story.

At that time, Du Ru Hui, the Prime Minister of the state of Zhuang, still expressed understanding for Jiang Wang’s behavior of leaving his country, saying “Good men’s achievements do not have to be in their homeland, great men’s fame can be in other places,” which was very moving. This sentence is still talked about by people today, regarded as a model of wise birds choosing trees in the great contention world. The magnanimity of wise ruler and wise minister was fully displayed here.

Song Ning Er didn’t pay much attention to these matters and truly didn’t understand how Jiang Wang could hate Zhuang Gao Xian to this extent, not hesitating to abandon such a high position just to go and kill him.

“Nothing more than some mantis catching cicada with oriole behind it things. If you investigate closely, the Zhuang Court and the White Bone Dao are truly indistinguishable. It’s just that there’s no evidence, so no one can say anything,” Jiang Wu Hua said lightly. “Perhaps there are some other hidden matters involved, but Marquis Wu An has never publicly mentioned them, so we can only guess.”

The Great Qi Empress said: “Matters without evidence, is that still ‘the public says the public has reason, the private says the private has reason’? It’s not necessarily that the state of Zhuang owes him, Jiang Wang. How generously Great Qi treats him today, and he says leave and leaves. One day if weapons turn against us, who will speak of right and wrong?”

She now admitted that Jiang Wang was sincerely resigning, rather than using it as a tactic to advance by retreating and demanding rewards for his merits.

Jiang Wu Hua just looked at her with a half-smile, not a smile: “Evidence is naturally absent, but this son wants to ask, Mother Empress, do you believe Jiang Wang, or do you believe Zhuang Gao Xian?”

The Great Qi Empress was momentarily choked.

Although she detested Jiang Wang, she also had to admit. Besides Jiang Wang, who else would seek justice for the Lin family orphan girl who had lost all value? Who would dare to confront this Great Qi Empress to restore the reputation of the already deceased Lin Kuang?

After Jiang Wu Qi died, Chang Sheng Palace became cold and desolate overnight, like falling trees causing monkeys to scatter. Who else would care about the life of a small Gong Sun Yu beside Jiang Wu Qi, and dare to make this Great Qi Empress’s subordinates pay with their lives?

This person on the opposite side was truly hateful, but if one disregarded his position, he was indeed reliable.

“This person’s thoughts truly cannot be guessed,” the Great Qi Empress shook her head. “Even if he and the Zhuang country ruler truly have irreconcilable enmity, with no way back. Why must he rush at this time? One day if Great Qi’s cavalry tramples Tian Jing, a mere state of Zhuang can’t be extinguished by imperial decree?”

Jiang Wu Hua laughed: “Mother Empress, this son doesn’t even know if he can wait until that day… Perhaps Marquis Wu An cannot wait.”

The Great Qi Empress looked at him sternly: “Your father emperor is wise and divine, he must unify the world. My son has great strategies in mind, how can we not trample Tian Jing with our cavalry?”

Jiang Wu Hua smiled, narrowing his eyes, and said: “Father emperor is of course wise, this son then not necessarily divine. These words are fine to say behind closed doors, Mother Empress must not take them as true.”

The Great Qi Empress flicked her sleeve, angry and unwilling to speak, quite with the meaning of hating iron for not becoming steel.

The obedient Crown Princess continued the topic: “If Marquis Wu An regards personal enmity so heavily, above family and country. Then leaving Great Qi is also a good thing. Otherwise, with his identity, if he killed the rightful ruler of another country without a crime and arbitrarily, wouldn’t we fall into public criticism? The state of Jing could find excuses!”

She paused, then suddenly lifted her eyes: “Could this be the reason for his resignation?”

“At least…” Jiang Wu Hua slowly said: “This is the reason the Son of Heaven does not kill him on the spot.”

Song Ning Er’s eyes shifted, and a bit of curiosity arose: “Your Highness says Marquis Wu An will go to kill Zhuang Gao Xian upon reaching Dong Zhen, could it be that he can already reach Dong Zhen now?”

“Absolutely impossible,” Jiang Wu Hua said calmly. “The fastest person in ancient times to reach Dong Zhen was Tai Yu Zhen Ren Li Yi. His true age upon reaching Dong Zhen was already twenty-six. Jiang Wang is only twenty-two this year. Although it’s said that historical records are meant to be broken, they are in the same era, and I currently don’t see any reason for Jiang Wang to surpass Li Yi in cultivation.”

“Then I don’t understand,” Song Ning Er momentarily forgot to continue watering: “If he has to leave, why doesn’t Marquis Wu An wait until he reaches Dong Zhen before leaving the state of Qi? With the talent he has displayed, although it might be slightly against his true feelings, reaching Dong Zhen here is not difficult. To just leave Great Qi now, the road ahead is unpredictable, stormy and perilous. How dangerous is that?”

Jiang Wu Hua stopped trimming the flowers in his hand, stared blankly ahead for a while, then only said: “This is his sincerity to the Son of Heaven.”

Song Ning Er looked at him prettily: “Is this also the minister Your Highness desires?”

“The world is the Son of Heaven’s world, and I am also the Son of Heaven’s minister,” Jiang Wu Hua’s expression became slightly serious. “I do not want, and do not need anyone, to be a minister of Chang Le Palace.”

Song Ning Er thought for a moment, then said again: “If Marquis Wu An lives and leaves this time, will Your Highness deal with him?”

Jiang Wu Hua chuckled softly: “Why should I deal with him?”

“He once obstructed Your Highness’s path, and…” The Crown Princess obediently glanced at the warm pavilion: “Opposed with our Mother Empress.”

“So what if he obstructed my path? I walk such a path, meant to encompass the universe, how could there be no high mountains and dangerous ravines? I’ll just go around once and then continue forward. Besides…” Jiang Wu Hua turned his head to look at her, his tone gentle: “He has never opposed Mother Empress. Ning Er, when you return to your maiden home, you must not speak carelessly.”

Song Ning Er stuck out her tongue: “Oh, my brain is muddled. I’m not returning to my maiden home recently anyway.”

In the past, he fought in a myriad of armies; today, he returns the sun to the monarch.

He asks what can be used in repayment?

Upon this, he painfully smashes the cranial gate!

Just as the sun wheel smashes into the forehead, what is being smashed is not only the forehead.

Jiang Wang uses Chao Tian Que as a weapon, to strike down, is more the control of Zhong Xuan Zun over his own divine soul world.

Tian Que shifts position, is the divine palace changing owners.

That supreme and noble ancient stone gate, as if it became the embodiment of the sky, unavoidable, unstoppable. And Zhong Xuan Zun’s knife was still held by Jiang Wang with Six Desires Buddha Palm.

At this critical moment, Zhong Xuan Zun directly let go and abandoned the knife. He let that spiritual knowledge knife be pinched into green smoke in Jiang Wang’s palm, while he suddenly leaped with an extremely tricky angle, escaping the gaze of Six Desires Bodhisattva, paralleling that ancient stone gate in the air.

And with cold eyes like stars, cutting through delusion to see me. He saw the wisp of a gap that Jiang Wang had stepped out of the gate, which was not yet fully covered.

He reached out and pushed, taking big steps forward!

Although Tian Que suppresses the divine palace, although it cuts into my four seas.

I myself palm-push the heaven gate and enter the hall!

This step was truly astonishing!

What is Tian Chi Wu Ling?

In this world, in this realm, on martial arts, it is unique; this is also a heavenly mandate!

It is the spiritual knowledge killing method that can best utilize the home advantage.

But Zhong Xuan Zun, at this moment of life and death confrontation, completely gave up his own home advantage and killed his way into Jiang Wang’s divine soul world.

You break my Yun Shen Dian, I will also break your Yun Shen Dian.

And we’ll see who can’t withstand it!

Zhong Xuan Zun’s vast Yun Shen Dian was still shining brightly in the star sea.

But outside Yun Shen Dian, it was already empty and desolate, with no more obstructions. The gate was wide open, waiting for Jiang Wang to destroy it with Chao Tian Que.

But could he really gamble with Zhong Xuan Zun like this?

Could he really strike and break Zhong Xuan Zun’s Yun Shen Dian before Zhong Xuan Zun could?

What was hidden in Zhong Xuan Zun’s Yun Shen Dian?

Facing such an opponent as Zhong Xuan Zun, without a firm grasp, was equivalent to defeat.

Such a gamble could not be played.

In Jiang Wang’s primordial spirit sea, the majestic Entwining Star Dragon leaped up, roaming the star sea, baring fangs and brandishing claws. In the dragon’s eyes, two golden lights like pillars, instantly collided with the killing Tian Chi Wu Ling phase that had entered here, blocking Zhong Xuan Zun’s about-to-unfold fierce offensive.

Divine soul killing technique, Dong Jin Mo!

With just this block, Jiang Wang retreated and turned back, holding up the Chao Tian Que in his hand vertically again, standing it like a stele, like a memorial arch. Instead, he suppressed himself!

Boom!

Zhong Xuan Zun’s Tian Chi Wu Ling phase was forcibly pushed out of the divine soul world, blocked before Chao Tian Que, and once again confronted the Six Desires Bodhisattva standing at the gate.

Jiang Wang was truly exerting all his strength, intending to push to the endgame at the beginning of the battle. But how could Zhong Xuan Zun let him have his wish?

Although the divine soul struggle changes in an instant, often a single thought can exchange hundreds of combinations. But the two of them attacked each other, yet for a long time, they could not distinguish the result.

And outside the body, the pupil technique entanglement also entered a new stage after Jiang Wang ignited the Samadhi Divine Fire.

In that complex chessboard-like star sea, although the black chess pieces were nearly infinite and constantly increasing, the only two red-gold chess pieces, under continuous divine soul replenishment, also continuously expanded, expanding their volume a hundred, a thousand times, instantly becoming like mountains, like peaks.

The black chess pieces were chaotic but orderly, forming arrays, impacting repeatedly.

The red-gold chess pieces stood firm and unmoving, eternally indestructible.

At the moment when both the divine soul world and the pupil technique were in a deadlock, Zhong Xuan Zun, patrolling the thunder sea with the Sun God Palace, finally faced Jiang Wang’s sword!

How long had it been since he had seen the sharpness of Long Xiang Si?

After the Fa Xia war ended, the kings on both sides of the battlefield did not meet, there were no more moments of simultaneous action, let alone direct confrontation.

That impromptu spar in the state of Zhong Shan could only be considered a game, not a test of quality.

At this time, Jiang Wang traveled vertically in the lightning, his frost cloak spreading out, one sword horizontal across his eyebrows.

In the moment when both sides’ lines of sight were battling, he used his sword in place of his eyes, his momentum full of the spirit of autumn.

Upon that rampant thunder light pillar that filled the whole field, four stars successively lit up, their paths winding to form the Big Dipper, and then one sword poured forth!

Dao Way Killing Sword, Dipper Handle points north, the world is all winter!

This was the sword that was called out but not fully released at the beginning of the Fa Xia war, on the point general platform.

It was prepared for Zhong Xuan Zun and resonated for the first time, and now they met again!

When the Bu Zhou wind that penetrated heavenly intent killed, it slightly rotated on the snow-bright sword edge.

In the Sun God Palace, Zhong Xuan Zun saw the sky filled with floating snow, the sword light covering all light—sunlight, thunder light.

He felt a long-lost excitement, a fierce intent that even Qian Qiu Zui could not bring, making him involuntarily step out of the Sun God Palace, facing the danger directly, to truly feel that sword that had once illuminated Min Xi Corridor.

This was slaughter!

Unmatched, hearty, and exhilarating.

The battlefield was in the divine soul world, in their eyes, and also in this De Lu Palace.

He faced Jiang Wang and walked, his terrifying physique tempered a thousand times, felt a needle-like pain under the stimulation of the cold intent of the heavenly intent kill. Under his fluttering wide sleeves, in his palm, the star wheel, sun wheel, and moon wheel were connected into a knife.

In Han Ling’s vision, he saw—

Zhong Xuan Zun’s eyes were a piece of red-gold, Jiang Wang’s eyes were a piece of pitch black, their lines of sight occupied by each other, the two state marquises were like blind men. Their divine souls had almost no fluctuation, obviously having mobilized all their divine soul forces, fighting on the divine soul battlefield.

And in the forest of vertically and horizontally surging thunder light, the state marquis in clothes whiter than snow moved towards the high place, facing that green-shirted sword immortal falling from the nine heavens.

This one knife and one sword that seized all human splendor.

Once, they did not meet.

The moment they met, yet so quiet.

Even as strong as Han Ling, she felt deafened. Within her vision, in a certain instant, there was only intense strong white light!

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