In the year 3919 of the Dao Calendar, having already achieved the Two Palaces of Divine Power, today…

Recalling the fifteenth day of June in the year 3917 of the Dao Calendar, it still feels like yesterday.

On that day, Zuo Guanglie fled to the border of Zhuang, hindered by the Nine Fiends Profound Yin Formation.

He displayed his mighty power, overwhelming Gongyang Bai and Mo Jingyu, leaving them with no chance to retaliate.

On that day, Li Yi arrived with a sword from the west, severing Zuo Guanglie, who was channeling the true form of Zhurong, with a single strike.

On that day, he crawled up from the brink of death, officially opened his meridians, and achieved transcendence.

Afterwards, he witnessed and experienced many splendid battles, some more intense, some of a higher level, but none of them could compare to that initial battle in terms of the profound shock it instilled in him.

From a very young age, he had yearned for the landscapes of the transcendent world.

But that was the first time he had truly witnessed what transcendence truly meant!

At that time, he was huddled on the straw pile under the offering table in a dilapidated temple, waiting to die, barely clinging to life.

However, the magnificent contention of powerful figures and prodigies from various nations stirred his heart and brought tears to his eyes.

He told himself that the world he had always yearned for was just like this, just like this!

So, after striving for so long, and still not having reached transcendence, how could he die in obscurity?

That was his most helpless and powerless moment, but when he looked up, he saw the scorching sun.

Even in such a fierce battle, Zuo Guanglie had subconsciously protected him.

Just like that burning sun, holding up against the rain of ten thousand arrows.

The power of transcendence, the courage of transcendence, the compassion of transcendence.

Later, relying on his astonishing willpower to struggle with his ailing body, he groped in the fragments of Zuo Guanglie’s flesh and blood, with a glimmer of hope, and found that Meridian Opening Pill.

The setting sun shone on the sick beggar swallowing the pill.

Death gave way to new life.

At that time, no one knew that an old prodigy had died, and a new prodigy had appeared.

But at that time, he had thought that one day, he would also be able to fly through the skies, entering and exiting the Azure Heavens.

Gongyang Bai, Mo Jingyu, and even Zuo Guanglie and Li Yi… things they could do, he could do too!

Today, seeing Mo Jingyu again, he still rides on a flying eagle, the focus of everyone’s attention.

He has also opened his Second Inner Palace and mastered two Divine Powers.

He is no longer the beggar lying in a dilapidated temple, only waiting for death, but truly has the power to determine his own fate.

Such is the change in one’s life!

Indeed, Mo Jingyu would not remember him, and had never paid attention to a dying beggar during that great battle.

Jiang Wang silently took out a cloak from his storage box and put it on his head. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

In the current Yong country, if he were exposed as someone from Zhuang, he would be half-crippled even if he didn’t die. No one would care whether he had a feud with Zhuang Gaoxian or not.

“The sun is too dazzling.”

He casually explained, making his actions seem more reasonable.

The people queuing behind him to give gifts didn’t pay any attention to him.

Everyone’s attention was focused on Mo Jingyu.

Everyone knows that nowadays, the Mo Sect is the Yong court’s greatest reliance. The geniuses of the Mo Sect are naturally targets for the Yong country’s nobles to court.

And Mo Jingyu’s visit to the Weining Marquis’s residence to offer birthday wishes, the political implications of this, cannot help but make many people ponder.

But among these people who have to queue up to give birthday gifts, naturally few understand the real situation. In the end, it’s all just speculation. It’s just laughable.

Compared to others, Jiang Wang has more doubts.

If he remembers correctly, Mo Jingyu should be Qin Mo. Back then, he and Gongyang Bai were ordered by Ying Wu to set up an ambush to kill Zuo Guanglie.

The Qin country is a powerful nation, and its attitude towards sect forces has always been “Control the various schools of thought and use them for my own purposes.” In this respect, it is consistent with the Qi country.

Just like Yue Leng was first a Qi person, then a Legalist disciple.

Qin Mo is first a Qin subject, then a Moist disciple.

But the problem is that the current Yong country is “Rejecting the various schools of thought and respecting only Moism.”

In the foreseeable future, whether the newborn Yong Mo will be Yong first or Mo first is bound to be a mess that will take time to sort out.

But at least for now, although the Yong country is the first country that the Mo Sect is trying to support by allocating resources, it is not still Jucheng itself, it is still the Yong country.

What is a Qin person like Mo Jingyu doing in the Yong country? And he has openly become a guest of the Yong country’s Weining Marquis?

According to the discussions of those around him, he also shoulders a certain leadership responsibility among the Mo disciples in the Yong country.

Has Mo Jingyu now completely returned to the Mo Sect? Or is he shouldering other missions?

“Hey!”

A fat hand patted his shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Jiang Wang turned around and saw a fat man with a face full of horizontal lines, holding a steel knife, with a fierce expression.

The middle-aged man who looked like a businessman who was originally behind him has also been squeezed further back.

“Cutting in line is not right,” Jiang Wang said.

“What cutting in line!” A thin guy darted out from the side, raised his hand and went to pick off his bamboo hat.

Jiang Wang retreated slightly, avoiding it.

“Remember your grandfather?” Although the thin guy’s hand missed, his tone was still very arrogant.

“If you have something to say, say it, otherwise…” Jiang Wang sighed: “I can call for help.”

“Huh? Call for help?” The fat man shouted angrily: “Don’t you even ask around, I, Zheng Lao San…”

The steward in front of the Weining Marquis’s mansion glanced over here from a distance.

His voice immediately lowered: “Is it useful for you to call for help? Could it be that you can stay in the Weining Marquis’s mansion for the rest of your life?”

“That’s right!” The thin guy also chimed in: “You stole Fourth Master’s bamboo hat, and you still dare to call for help? Can the Weining Marquis’s mansion tolerate a petty thief like you?”

The bamboo hat was actually recognized…

Jiang Wang really didn’t expect such an accident to happen. A bamboo hat “bought” casually could actually meet its owner in such a distant place.

What he didn’t expect even more was that this bamboo hat was nothing special, but it could still be recognized!

He sighed deeply: “Didn’t I give you silver?”

“You’re actually using silver to insult your Third Master!” Zheng Lao San was furious: “Is this about silver?”

“Are we short of silver?!” The thin guy chimed in.

“Alright.” Jiang Wang took off the cloak and handed it forward: “I shouldn’t have insulted you. I’ll return the cloak to you, and you return the silver to me.”

Zheng Lao San was furious, but unfortunately, he was afraid of disturbing the Marquis’s steward, so his voice was very low, which greatly affected his prestige: “You say take it, then take it! You say return it, then return it? What do you take your Third Master for!”

Jiang Wang really didn’t want to attract attention at this time, so he sighed and said: “Then what do you want?”

“Of course, you have to pay compensation!” The thin guy squeezed forward and said.

Zheng Lao San didn’t speak, just shook the steel knife in his hand.

Jiang Wang looked at these two shortsighted guys, one fat and one thin, and couldn’t help but sigh again: “So it’s not about the silver, it’s about the silver not being enough? Then tell me, how much do you want?”

“Fifty taels!” The thin guy blurted out, Zheng Lao San stepped on him with his heel, and immediately changed his tone: “Isn’t that insulting your Fourth Master? It should be at least eighty taels!”

“I’ll give it.” Jiang Wang said readily: “After I give it, can you stop pestering me?”

“It’s not really about the silver, it’s mainly about an attitude.” The fat man patted his chest: “I, Zheng Lao San, always keep my word!”

The thin guy followed: “I, Li Lao Si, too!”

Jiang Wang directly took out eighty taels of silver and handed it to them: “Is it clear?”

Zheng Lao San took it away at once: “Naturally!”

He turned around and walked back, his fat body was surprisingly agile when turning.

Li Lao Si also followed eagerly.

Jiang Wang shook his head and didn’t take it seriously. For transcendent cultivators, such an amount of gold and silver is really insignificant.

Of course, more importantly—

The Qingyun Pavilion’s team is here.