The Three Points Fragrance Building was indeed a very familiar place.

Not just because Zhao Xiaowu often treated guests there.

But the Heart Fragrance First in the Three Points Fragrance Building, Jiang Zhenren truly did not know. Heaven Fragrance First’s Ye Lan’er, he was somewhat acquainted with. However, it couldn’t be considered friendship. After the Three Points Fragrance Building in Linzi was established, it was now considered settled.

Xiang Bei didn’t speak much. Song Huai seemed to be pondering something.

Jiang Wang was also silent.

Broken walls and ruins, people passed through, the rustling autumn wind bringing rain.

Wu Zhaochang set the banquet location in the main hall of the Siming Hall.

This, of course, was the most significant and prestigious great hall on the entire Siming planet.

Victors holding a grand banquet in the defeated’s palace had always been a way to boast of military achievements.

And to be invited by An Guo Gong to participate in such a banquet, one must necessarily possess extraordinary military merits and status—only then having the qualification to witness this victory.

The statue of Siming Xingjun, wrapped in a long robe, had already been pushed down.

Like a sleeping giant, lying sideways on the ground, not knowing what beautiful dream to expect.

Formerly the hall for worshiping stars, today a human world of smoke and fire.

The fire head army used local materials, arranging a sumptuous table in the hall.

Only three people were seated at this table.

“Siming Zhenren committed suicide right here.”

Jiang Wang’s buttocks had just touched the chair when Wu Zhaochang said this.

“Where I’m sitting?” Jiang Wang asked.

Wu Zhaochang knocked on the table: “Under this table.”

Jiang Wang thought of a more shocking possibility: “He wasn’t on the table, was he?”

“What kind of person do you take me for?” Wu Zhaochang said impatiently. “Hobbies that special?”

Still, the East Heavenly Master would respond. He pulled the topic back, asking logically: “Why did Siming Zhenren commit suicide?”

“For Long Sheng Jun? For South Dou Hall?” Wu Zhaochang said: “In the end, not for himself.”

He did answer Song Huai’s question in a standard way, but again, said nothing. It could be called a ‘meaningless exchange’.

“Wu Gongye really loves telling some unfunny jokes.” Song Huai said: “Who would commit suicide for themselves?”

“If people fear living, they will use suicide to help themselves.” Wu Zhaochang said: “Regarding this point, in Jing Guo’s Central Heavenly Prison, there are many examples. Although you are noble and busy, do you still need me to point them out?”

The big net of the Central Heavenly Prison in the previous period, the three Chu spies who died at the door of the Heavenly Prison jailers at the last moment… These things were not obvious to the world, but in the long night, dark undercurrents surged.

Song Huai glanced at him: “If you give examples, you can use your Feng Du too, you don’t necessarily have to say so far.”

Feng Du was Chu Guo’s shadow department, mainly responsible for foreign intelligence, also in charge of assassination, interrogation, and so on. The difference with the Mirror World Platform was that it was completely in the shadows. The difference with the Central Heavenly Prison was that its authority was more extensive, and it rarely dealt with internal matters.

Of course, when it came to methods, like the Central Heavenly Prison, Town Prison Division, Night Watchmen, these were all cruel in their own way, no one milder than the other. Chu spies certainly didn’t die in the Central Domain alone; how could the years of Jing spies’ activities in the South Domain have been peaceful?

Wu Zhaochang said casually: “Isn’t the Central Heavenly Prison’s reputation more resounding, more persuasive?”

“South Dou Hall’s extinction was without any twists. You still tortured Siming Zhenren?” Song Huai’s face wrinkles and Wu Zhaochang’s face mask were the same, both were masks. This made their emotions impossible to grasp.

He implied: “I don’t remember An Guo Gong being someone who does unnecessary things. Or perhaps, on Siming Zhenren, there was still some great secret that Chu Guo must have?”

“Did I torture him or not?” Wu Zhaochang said very calmly: “I don’t know. He died too early, I didn’t have the opportunity to verify the answer.”

Words only answered half, similarly a kind of answer.

With two great figures there, subtly sharpening their edges, Jiang Wang tactically drank wine, a sip at a time, and soon drank a pot.

Song Huai said: “Unable to personally witness your fight with Long Sheng Jun, I, an old man, am quite regretful. But when I think of Jiang Ge Yuan not seeing it either because of my relationship, this regret fades a lot.”

“I don’t regret it.” Jiang Wang put down the wine cup, simply saying: “Anyway, I don’t understand it either.”

“Young man is too modest!” Wu Zhaochang said with satisfaction: “Next time I spar with Huai Guo Gong, I’ll specifically invite you to watch.”

Song Huai flicked the wine cup with a bent finger, looked towards Wu Zhaochang, and asked very directly: “Has Long Sheng Jun been beaten to death by you? I didn’t see the Dao Extension feedback from this domain; has it been suppressed by you?”

“One of the reasons for inviting you all here is to let you know a bit.” Wu Zhaochang said: “Long Sheng Jun was beaten to death by me, but he didn’t die thoroughly. He still managed to create an opportunity for this old boy—do you all still remember the earlier suicide of that Tian Tong Hall true disciple?”

“That was part of the ritual.”

“Long Sheng Jun uses names as his Dao principle, especially good at grasping ‘names’. He can rely on name traces to grasp fate, grasp cause and effect. So our dynasty’s emperor that year deprived him of his emperor title and suppressed his name.”

Wu Zhaochang, covering his evil face, his gaze without aggression, swept over the two faces: “Before we attacked into the South Dou secret realm, he had already seized the names of many people, seizing names to seek longevity. These people lost their names, thus becoming difficult to grasp themselves. This is also an important reason why the internal order of South Dou Hall collapsed so quickly and hearts were poisoned.”

His gaze stopped on Song Huai, emphasizing: “Yet this is not this public deliberately raising Gu.”

Song Huai waved his hand: “I also didn’t say you poisoned the beings on the six great stars of the South Dou secret realm, or that you maliciously raised Gu and eroded hearts. Earlier, when I stepped into the secret realm, I just chatted with little friend Jiang for a few sentences. An Guo Gong doesn’t need to be sensitive. I trust your character, and I also believe Chu Guo has the demeanor of a great country, has the responsibility of a hegemonic country. Chu Guo’s punishment of South Dou this time is just, with the world’s attention. How could you risk the world’s great unrighteousness and place righteousness in unrighteousness?”

Wu Zhaochang shook his head: “Song Heavenly Master, ah Song Heavenly Master, you’ve said all my words!”

“Then say some words I cannot say.” Song Huai this time was very direct: “Even if Long Sheng Jun seized many names, how could he seek longevity in front of you? What kind of person are you, Wu Zhaochang? This time you also brought the Evil Face Army. How could you give him such an opportunity? How profound is Zhuge Yi’s initial calculation depth? How could he let him seek life?”

“Yes, indeed.” Wu Zhaochang sighed: “Theoretically, Long Sheng Jun had no opportunity. But he did one thing I completely did not think of.”

Song Huai glanced at Jiang Wang, meaning for him to also interject a sentence, not just sit there and enjoy.

Jiang Wang actually understood, then asked: “What thing?”

Wu Zhaochang said: “He seized the names of those cultivators in South Dou Hall, is seizing the names of the South Dou immortal gods circulating here, then borrowing this to cover the entire South Dou secret realm—just now when you came in, did you all notice how many people are on this planet?”

Song Huai said: “Eight million seven hundred seventy-three thousand four hundred sixty-two people.”

Having just entered the South Dou secret realm, and having flown for a very short time, Jiang Wang had already observed many corners on Siming star, observed the truth of this world, grasped information like calamity qi, saw joys and sorrows, and even used the immortal thought star river to analyze out much valuable intelligence. Song Huai’s observation, however, was already specific to every person on this planet…

This was the difference between Cave True and Extension Dao.

This was even more the difference between Jiang Wang and Song Huai.

If given time, Jiang Wang could also see through the truth of this world, but he couldn’t do it in one go, much less in one glance.

“This is just one planet. The entire South Dou secret realm, six main stars, except Seven Kill Star, all bred hundreds of thousands of people.” Wu Zhaochang’s tone was cold: “Long Sheng Jun hid his name among them, seeing fate but not his body. As long as one of these people lives, he can live.”

Indeed a method that people could not anticipate!

Truly too fanciful, truly too cruel, but also truly… effective.

Yes, this method was indeed a way to seek life in a dead situation, to seek longevity in a desperate situation.

Long Sheng Jun hid not his body, but his name, uncatchable, equivalent to using the tens of millions of star beings on the six great planets of the South Dou secret realm as hostages.

Could Chu Guo slaughter all these people?

In other words, Wu Zhaochang setting a banquet here was hoping the banquet attendees would witness what? A slight imagination is hard to escape cruelty!

Jiang Wang was a little unable to sit still: “South Dou Hall is already extinct, the war is over. An Guo Gong is a world-famous general, even more a country pillar, a world model. Every word and action affects millions of hearts—please think thrice!”

Wu Zhaochang lightly glanced at him: “I find Jiang Ge Yuan always thinks I am very cruel. Do you feel that because my grandson died, I will act violently?”

The heir of An Guo Gong’s manor, Wu Ling, unfortunately died in Xianlin. Anyone who paid a little attention to Chu Guo knew this. People also tried to avoid mentioning it in front of Wu Zhaochang.

Jiang Wang originally had many words to advise, but Wu Zhaochang said ‘my grandson died’ so calmly, and he couldn’t speak.

Wu Zhaochang said: “Setting a banquet in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood is the scenery of a military family, so today we sit here. But although I have a dead grandson, I have not lost humanity. You are right, the war is over, there are no enemies in front of me.”

He stood up from the banquet table: “Long Sheng Jun must die, but this public will not kill all the people in the South Dou secret realm. From today on, seal the South Dou secret realm, prohibit inside and outside. The lifespan of ordinary people is one hundred twenty-nine years and six months. After one generation, kill all who are still alive.”

Song Huai stroked his palm and sighed: “To be able to tolerate Long Sheng Jun living another life, great good!”

Wu Zhaochang was already walking towards the outside of the hall: “Long Sheng Jun’s painstaking efforts, with ‘name’ as his Dao, with ‘longevity’ as his name, seizing names for a life, hiding his name among millions. Then tolerating him living another ordinary life, what harm?”

When this generation of star ordinary people grows old and withers, Long Sheng Jun will either seize names and hide again, or he can only die. But under Chu Guo’s close attention, seizing names and hiding on a large scale again is impossible not to expose, actually still a death.

What Chu Guo wanted to let the East Heavenly Master and Tai Xu Ge Yuan see was precisely such a decision.

This was the capacity of “Chu”.

Zuo Guangshu and Qu Shunhua were busy pacifying the various stars of South Dou and had military affairs.

Jiang Wang, this “idle person,” also did not go to disturb them and left the South Dou secret realm alone.

A ten-thousand-year-old great sect, extinct in one morning. Mountains and rivers for a hundred generations, for whom to redeem?

Jiang Wang originally thought he would not have too many waves, but stepping out of the South Dou secret realm at that moment, he still inevitably sighed lightly.

Thus, he turned into a green rainbow and headed west alone.

Hills were continuous, coming from the west, suddenly gentle, then suddenly sinking again.

This “sinking” huge and vast land was once fertile soil for thousands of miles, now a barren river valley plain without a blade of grass.

This plain once nurtured hundreds of countries, now even vultures do not fly this way.

The Qi-Xia war at Jiangyin and the Jing-Mu killing at Shengtu did not have such a huge impact on the present world environment. Not because they didn’t have such power, but the war intensity had always been controlled—either one side had an overwhelming advantage, or both sides maintained a certain tacit understanding.

Xia Guo also tried to lead calamity water to flood the human world. If the Qi people had not successfully stopped it, the Jiangyin plain would only be more tragic than today’s river valley plain.

While the Qin-Chu river valley war was an out-of-control war. So the river valley plain was beaten into a sunken wasteland.

Qin Guo’s Xu Wang and Chu Guo’s Xiang Longxiang were evenly matched opponents, difficult to distinguish who was superior or inferior in all aspects—of course, now with life and death decided, there was no need for further dispute.

Jiang Wang came from the South Domain, skimming over the river valley, and inevitably bowed his head to look a couple of times—in some sense, this was also the war that changed his life.

Two colossal collisions, from this spread ripples for thousands of miles, countless people’s lives changed because of it. A dying youth inside Zhuang Guo’s Zhenguan was also not without aftermath.

“Jiang Zhenren!”

In the desolate river valley plain, a graceful woman was walking.

She had perfect features, perfect makeup, a demeanor that anyone could find no fault with.

She lifted her head in the endless desolate world, looking at Jiang Wang who was hastily skimming over.

Speaking of Heaven Fragrance, then seeing Heaven Fragrance.

Jiang Wang didn’t think he would encounter Ye Lan’er here. But thinking of Faluo’s death and Xinxiang’s demise, it also seemed logical.

After a moment of thought, he frankly landed: “Night girl, why are you here?”

“Why can’t I be here?” Ye Lan’er showed a just-right smile.

Her breath was deep and profound, evidently a true cultivator.

Counting them up, the unrestricted cultivators who participated in the Yellow River Meeting back then were indeed all the most excellent heavenly pride at that time, and now they all proved their truth.

Jiang Wang said: “Chu Guo and the Three Points Fragrance Building… Not long ago, the Chu army just came here to pay respects. Aren’t you afraid?”

In the Dragon Palace banquet, Dou Zhao drew his knife and threatened Ye Lan’er. In the South Domain, Dou Zhao killed Feng Xiang Zhenren Faluo. Chu Guo overturned the South Domain, thoroughly searched for the remnants of the Three Points Fragrance Building. These things all demonstrated Chu Guo’s determination.

Under such circumstances, Ye Lan’er appearing here in the river valley indeed required courage.

“The Chu army came here to pay respects; that was already last year’s thing.” Ye Lan’er looked at him and said: “Jiang Zhenren’s cultivation is higher; to time, he has no concept, probably already forgot old friends!”

For the word “forget,” Jiang Wang was now a little sensitive.

Because in the South Dou secret realm, he forgot the name of a woman named Meiyue. Although this person was not important, Zuo Guangshu had just told him about her, and he had the cultivation of a contemporary true person. He should not have had no impression at all.

Later, knowing Long Sheng Jun’s Dao principle, he then understood the reason.

“When we were first in See Me Building, we were a group pushing cups and changing lamps, chatting happily. Time flies, each rushing on their own road, life has choices—” Jiang Wang sighed: “I only wish everyone well.”

He absolutely could not bring himself to capture Ye Lan’er here just because she stood on the opposite side of Chu Guo. He also did not think of helping Chu Guo capture Ye Lan’er here. Everyone was an acquaintance who had sat and drank together, and they were already settled strangers.

At most, it was like today, a chance encounter, chatting a few sentences, then mutually blessing and friendly farewell!

“Jiang Zhenren is really strange. These words are too decent, and too emotionless.” Ye Lan’er said.

She swayed charmingly in the barren world.

Jiang Wang looked at her without any waves: “Night girl, you are truly of national beauty and heavenly fragrance. You say if Guangshu wanted to kill you, how would I choose?”

Ye Lan’er restrained her techniques and chuckled: “Even more emotionless! Indeed a heartless young man!”

“I am very certain that between us, this word is still not needed.” Jiang Wang sighed lightly: “I’ll leave first.”

Ye Lan’er said: “Witnessing the fall of South Dou Hall this time, Jiang Zhenren has no emotion?”

Jiang Wang asked: “What emotion should I have?”

Ye Lan’er said: “I’ve heard a lot about your story! In Fengxi Town that year, if not for Yi Shengfeng’s push… You today might also be a member of South Dou Hall, or you might have done nothing, just met the army’s encirclement and fallen into a desperate situation. Or you might have done everything, and in the end, your name would also have been seized by Long Sheng Jun, dying without waves.”

Jiang Wang looked at her calmly: “I am me. I am not Yi Shengfeng, nor Long Boji, nor any one person inside South Dou Hall. There is no need to assume my life based on their life tracks.”

“True hero! You, Jiang Wang, are indeed the world’s first heavenly pride! Then—” Ye Lan’er looked at him with unclear eyes and asked: “Watching with open eyes the heavy casualties of the Three Points Fragrance Building in the South Domain, Jiang Zhenren is actually unmoved?”

“The Three Points Fragrance Building, what relation does it have with me?”

Jiang Wang didn’t want to waste any more words and rose to fly away.

Ye Lan’er’s voice resonated faintly: “Perhaps—do you know a person named ‘Miaoyu’?”

That resounding explosion in the sky suddenly stopped midway. Jiang Wang abruptly turned back!