uld it care about this little waitEven if Song Wanxi achieved the state of a true demon and disowned her own family, didn't Song Hengjiang have any precautions before helping her achieve this With his...The night at the riverside platform is bustling.

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There are too many stories here, too much history.

Only when people's hearts are unsettled and nowhere to rest, they scatter on the cloud peaks, accompanying the long river flowing quietly away.

“Candy apples, folks! Get one made!”

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"Xiao Wang, your father is a good man. Two years ago, I borrowed two kinds of medicine from him, and he hasn't asked me for it until now. I've been too embarrassed to go see him, but... it's a shame!"

Here, here, hot mutton soup, fragrant white-boiled mutton!

Jiang Wang felt that her mind was light, and yet very far away.

"Senior Brother Jiang, hehe, I want to ask you for some swordsmanship advice!"

"Not bad at all, little brother Jiang. You have quite the style of my younger days,"

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"Jiang Wang! Upon entering my academy, you must remember to be diligent and endure hardships. Your future depends on the well-being of thousands of people!"

The soul drifts hither and thither, unaware of where it wanders.

"Third brother! Let's go drinking together!"

“Lao San, it’s time for you to rest. I’ll call you again tomorrow.”

Boom boom.

It sounded like thunder.

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Before my eyes, the earth cracked open, magma surged forth, houses collapsed, and people fled in panic.

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Cries, shouts, and curses.

"Lao San!"

"Third brother!"

"Jiang Wang!"

Jiang Wang suddenly woke up, looked around, and found himself still on his own bed, with no one around.

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It was all a dream.

He hadn't had a dream in a very, very long time.

Almost every night is spent in practice.

Tonight should be no exception.

Just thinking that tomorrow I will participate in the main competition and strive for the title of the world champion, it makes me relax my mind and have a good night's rest.

I never expected...

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Just like that, in the blink of an eye, it all came to an end.

He stood on the stage of the world, watching others wield their swords against the red lotus, feeling the pain of self-inflicted wounds.

He too, is not he who carries burdens and walks forward

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The night outside is still deep, it hasn't reached dawn yet.

Jiang Wang decided to stop sleeping. She got dressed and took the sword that was leaning against her bed.

The scabbard, made of the divine dragonwood, felt pleasantly smooth to the touch. The grain had long since become familiar under his hand, which gave him a sense of solidity.

He grasped his sword and walked out the door, into the courtyard.

The bright moon hung high in the night sky, shedding a gentle, silvery frost.

The Guanhe Terrace, where nations gathered, was naturally not quiet at night. Those noble figures had plenty of entertainment to find. But the restrictions in the courtyard kept the noise out.

Jiang Wang didn't intend to go anywhere else. He took a few steps forward and stopped, standing right in the center of the courtyard.

Looking up at the moon, it seems like a dream.

The bright moon remains as it was, but those I knew in the past are gone.

Someone probably sighed, but it must have been in a dream.

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At this moment, Jiang Wang was silent.

He gripped the ink-black hilt, drawing a blade of frost.

The frost light danced under the moonlight, not fierce nor powerful. All its killing power and sword energy were condensed within the blade, its sound also vanished.

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The person appeared like a fleeting glimpse, and the sword danced like a dragon, agile and swift.

A blue robe flowing, a sword drawn, dancing silently beneath the moon.

Those surging, restless emotions gradually subsided.

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Moonlight sheltered him, and the night calmed him.

He spent countless sleepless nights, keeping company with the moonlit darkness.

The Purple Qi Comes from the East Sword Canon.

The Three Swords of Heaven, Earth, and Man.

...and then to the Humanitarian Sword Style.

The aged swordsman nears his twilight, a sword like the setting sun pursuing.

A sword came slashing down, a sign of the downfall of esteemed scholars who wielded their pens with abandon. A decade of obscurity, fueled by a burning desire for revenge that spanned life and death.

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The sword is drawn, a symbol of youthful arrogance. The sword dances with joy, but when it's time to return, there's calm composure.

Like a leaf adrift on the water, a person's life can be broken by unforeseen circumstances beyond their control.

Looking up at the moon, sword falling with longing, and thus it was fixed.

This sword technique, Xiangsi Style, has not been used since Dong A's death.

Jiang Wang sheathed his sword, ending this idyllic scene.

The Arhat's celestial form vanished, obliterating all sound. He had no intention of disturbing anyone.

When the moonlight is high, I dance with my sword. When the excitement fades, I return my sword to its sheath.

He thought, "It wasn't time to rest yet."

He returned to his room alone and resumed his practice, as if nothing had happened.

The same moonlight shone upon a small building not far from the courtyard.

On the second floor, Cao Jie stood with his hands clasped.

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As the leader of this expedition, his dwelling place was conveniently located near the three talented participants. This provided both shelter and made it easy for him to offer guidance at any time. Besides his own cultivation matters, the opinion of a contemporary true person regarding opponents who had already demonstrated their strength was also quite valuable.

Although Jiang Wang had taken the initiative to erase his voice, the scene of him dancing with his sword under the moonlight was still not able to escape his eyes.

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Nor can one escape it.

Tomorrow is the main event of the inner palace competition, so he naturally cares very much about Jiang Wang's condition.

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Although Zhong Xuan shone brightly in the competition at the outer stadium, he ultimately fell short of claiming first place and representing the nation.

Ji Zhao-nan was naturally gifted, but this time Jing Guo's confidence was too strong, their momentum too overwhelming...

After all, it was the longest-lasting and greatest empire in history.

Even if he had complete faith in Ji Zhaonan, he couldn't underestimate Qiang Jing.

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In terms of probability, Jiang Wang has a higher chance of winning the competition.

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"Speaking of which, who was the last person to be confirmed for the Imperial Palace's selection" Cao Jie still looked at that courtyard and suddenly asked.

From the shadows behind, a voice spoke: "The jade blemish of Yue."

As many had predicted beforehand, Bai Yu Xia indeed secured the last spot in the main competition.

The results seem to have made no change, but in the process, Yue Ren's confident and upright image was firmly established. For Bai Yu Xia herself, it was undoubtedly a complete fulfillment.

Of course, under Cao Jie's intentional emphasis, the Yue Guo Tianjiao's promotion to the main competition in this way makes the Xia Guo Tianjiao's situation even more embarrassing.

"Regarding that Taiyu, have we gotten any concrete information yet" Cao Jie asked again.

"I am incompetent." The voice from the shadows said.

Cao Jie raised his hand: "Not guilty of war."

After a pause, he continued, "Let's just see what Jing Guo is hiding. This time, the stakes are high."

He took one last glance at the small courtyard where Jiang Wang lived, and reached out to close the window.

In the dark room, he said, “You are to do one thing now…”

Moonlight is generous to everyone.

Whether you are from the inner court, or from the true cave.

Whether you are Jiang Wang, or...

Lin Zhengren.

In the courtyard belonging to the Zhuang State.

Under the moonlight, Du Ruhui casually demonstrated a Taoist technique: "If Huang Xu used this technique against you, what would you do"

After thinking carefully, Lin Zhengren said: "I will first use the art of wall flowing to disperse the force..."

"No," Du Ruhui shook his head. "I need your immediate reaction."

“I will avoid it,” Lin Zhengren said.

“This is not the best choice,” Du Ruhui explained carefully. “Because this technique has a special nature, you should...”

The powerful figures who came to the Yellow River Gathering, almost every one of them wouldn't mind giving pointers to their own prodigies.

But I am afraid that no one will be as detailed as Du Ruhui...

Accompanied by the esteemed national teacher.

From Yong Guo Bei Gong Ke, Liang Guo Huang Su, Xue Guo Xie Ai, to Wei Guo Dong Guo Bao, Shen Guo Jiang Shao Hua.

Analyze all potential opponents one by one.

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... practically hands-on training Lin Zhengren on how to deal with combat, perfecting various counter-strategies...

Unconsciously, the east has begun to turn white.round for kneeling, so they knelt directly on the cold floor.And in the coffin lay one who would never hear the cries, nor see the tears.Cao Jie, Xiu Yuan, and Chen Fu, three high-ranking officials of...