ing thanks to the efforts of two medical cultivators. Of course, there have been some unavoidable deaths.Through thorough investigations conducted by the Yangting authorities, they have gained a relat...What a ridiculous world this is.

How absurd this journey to the South!

The Hongmeng Three Swordsmen's Shangguan and the True Disciple of Nandou Hall, Long Borji, are now corpses.

He lay cold and wrapped in a straw mat, with no more stories to unfold. And all of Zhongshan Weishun's efforts along the way were summed up in a thin obituary:

Long Baoji is dead.

"How did he die" The Heavenly Union Hall true disciple who brought out the corpse seemed surprised by the question, then replied, "He committed suicide. He couldn't bear the pressure and felt guilty towards the sect..."

“He had dozens of sword wounds on his body, five fatal ones, and over thirty kinds of sword qi!” Zhong Shan Wei Sun pointed at Long Boji’s corpse, his voice trembling: “You say he committed suicide”

A true disciple of Tiantong Hall looked at this heir of the Zhongshan family: "That's how things are. I can't help it if you don't believe me."

He shoved the corpse in his hand forward: "Senior Brother Long's body, do you want it"

Long Boji is already dead.

What kind of person is he What experiences has he had What charisma does he possess

It doesn't matter anymore.

This is a name that may not stay on paper.

Does it even matter if he committed suicide

Looking for the truth Who has time to accompany.

To avenge Master Longbo The Nandou Palace is about to be destroyed.

The person who dragged the body out simply didn't bother to make up any excuses.

Zhongshan Weisun stood there firmly, lips tightly pressed together, not uttering a sound. The bloodshot in his eyes had burned into flames.

A true disciple of the Tiantong Palace stepped back and looked at Wu Zhaochang: "Duke An, in a war between armies, one does not kill messengers. You won't kill me, will you"

Wu Zhaochang looked at him with a meaningful expression: "You're very bold."

"Don't you have the guts to come out and deliver the body This is someone General Zhongshan personally requested. The honorable young master of the Zhongshan family risked his life to rescue him – " The true disciple of Tiantong Hall had a strange expression: "None of my brothers dared to come, but they thought about it the wrong way. Whether you die early or late, you're still going to die. Why not come out and see the scenery a few more times"

"Your understanding is quite clear," Wu Zhaochang said. "What's your name"

A true disciple of the Heavenly Union Hall retorted, "Does it matter what my name is Anyway, no one will remember. Even the Southern Dipper Hall won't be remembered for long."

Throughout history, countless events have risen and fallen. Their traces are buried beneath the sands of time, and few are remembered.

But knowing this is easy, facing it is difficult.

Wu Zhaochang gazed at the young man: "Interesting. I'm finding you more and more interesting."

A true disciple of the Tiantong Hall said, "Then can you let me go"

Wu Zhaochang's answer was very straightforward: "No."

The real disciple of Tiantong Hall shook his head. "You really love to chat."

Wu Zhaochang smiled: "When things are done, go back. Don't delay me from destroying your Nandou Hall."

"Alright!" The true disciple of Tiantong Hall replied, paused for a moment, then looked at Weishun Zhongshan: "Do you want Senior Brother Long's body If not, I'll take it back."

Zhongshan Weishun remained silent for a long time, then opened his mouth and smiled, but in the end he did not lose composure.

"Give it to me," he said.

The true disciples of the Tiantong Hall presented the corpse, and Zhongshan Weisun was about to reach out his hand.

"Take the ashes with you," Wu Zhaochang said.

On the side, Zhong Shan Yanwen said: "That's right!"

Speaking, he flicked his finger, and a wisp of fire shot out, burning Dragonboji's corpse along with the straw mat to ashes. He simply put it in a jade bottle with his own hands and handed it to Wuzhaochang: "Duke An please have a look."

Such a thorough inspection was necessary. Both Wu Zhaochang and Zhongshan Yanwen didn't want to see anyone escape using Lung Poji's body.

Don't say that Long Boji is dead now and can only be at the mercy of others. Even if he were still alive, he would have to be examined repeatedly inside and out. Anyone who wanted to take a gamble on Chu Jun's carelessness and try to escape would be impossible to succeed.

The true disciples of the Tiantong Hall remained in the posture of a corpse.

Zhongshan Weishun kept the posture of receiving a corpse.

And finally, a jade vase containing clean ashes fell into his hand.

The Southern Dipper's True Transmission, a divine presence among extraordinary talents. In the end, it all boils down to this mere trace of ashes... It is still not something to be measured in pennies and pounds.

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Are there not many more people who have died unjustly in the world besides Long Boji

Zhong Shan Wei Sun stood there, mourning his friend, or was it mourning his foolishness, mourning the sacrifices that were utterly useless

A true disciple of the Tiantong Hall shook his half-raised hand for a while, with a strange smile, and shook his head. He still said to Zhongshan Weishun: "By the way, do you want to take away Senior Brother Long's relics They are just some personal belongings, nothing valuable."

"No need." Zhongshan Weisun finally spoke again, his voice already raspy after just a short while. "Keep it as a memento."

He was somewhat lucid. Wu Zhaochang wouldn't even allow Long Boji's body to be taken away until it had been cremated to ashes. These scattered objects posed greater safety risks and it would be impossible to carry them all with him.

"Just say you're accompanying the deceased, no need to be so roundabout." A true disciple of Tiantong Hall took out a bronze wooden box from a storage compartment. Inside was a box full of fragments.

He lifted the box and said to Zhongshan Yanwen in a lighthearted tone, "Please trouble General Zhongshan to burn it together. Zhongshan Gongzi, if you don't want it, I don't want to take dead people's things back home either, it's a bit unlucky."

Zhongshan Yanwen was not offended at all. She cooperated by shooting out a wisp of flame, burning the debris to ashes.

"Alright, things are done, I'll leave first." The Tian Tong Hall true disciple turned to fly away, but suddenly remembered something.

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"By the way," he took a letter from his pocket and casually tossed it to Zhong Shan We Sun: "Brother Long has another letter for you. Take it back and read it slowly."

After saying that, he flew towards Mount Du'e without looking back.

On Mount Dueerh, there were originally scattered buildings, all facades of Nandou Hall's presence in the mortal world. Now they are all ruins.

The mighty Chu army marched across the ruins of Nandou Hall, trampling upon its former glory. Rubble and shattered bricks, gold and glass, all lay silent beneath their boots.

One tank after another, floating in the air, moves with a fluid three-dimensional formation, circling and weaving around Mount Do'e. They reshape the rules of this place. The afterimages left by the tanks are like heavy curtains, obscuring the sunlight and preventing stars and moon from shining through.

Tonight, the Southern Dipper star cluster won't sleep.

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Tonight is the night of eternal slumber.

The entrance to Nandou Secret Realm was already drenched in blood. The so-called protective sect formation was like a flimsy sheet of paper, not even requiring much force to break through. The formidable army of Chu had already infiltrated behind it. As early as the day the army besieged Du'e Peak, the Chu army had shattered this protective formation, but only at the last moment did they refrain from striking the final blow.

Over these days, the Nandu Palace cultivators' desperate resistance behind the gate served more as a form of self-comfort—a way to tell themselves that they were still doing something for their lives.

The most terrifying weapon in the world once activated, is something that cultivators pursuing self-power under the sect system could not resist.

An army numbering in the hundreds of thousands, through day after day of training, controls the battlefield. With the assistance of excellent battle formations and different weapons, under the command of renowned generals of the era, they form a torrent of soldiers... capable of crushing all.

A true disciple of the Tiantong Hall flew back to the sky above Du'e Peak, but did not return to the Nandou Secret Realm through the gap that the Chu army had intentionally left open.

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Tanks fill the sky, like thunderclouds about to unleash rain.

He gazed up at the sky, his expression strange as he drew a sword and pointed it at his own chest. With a hint of madness in his voice, he declared: "It's all over!"

His hands gripped the hilt of the sword, pressing it into his heart.

This posture seems like some kind of ritual.

Blood oozed incessantly from his lips, and he muttered softly, "I don't want to return to hell."

In the Nan Dou Hall, which had been in a state of torment for an incredibly long time, every day felt like a year. The place was overrun with evil spirits.

The Nine Deaths Poison of Dongwanggu is the most infamous poison in the world today. The most terrifying form of the Nine Deaths Poison is human heart.

I never want to go back there again.

...bang bang...bang bang...

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The rapid heartbeat abruptly stopped.

The body of this disciple of the Tiantong Hall, a direct lineage inheritor, fell straight down, landing unhindered on the rocks— *thud*! Flesh and blood were mangled, brains splattered.

He said that anyway, no one would remember his name, so he wouldn't leave his name. He said that sooner or later everyone would die, and he might as well come out to see the scenery. On his way back, such a resolute suicide—his death was so abrupt, so eye-catching.

But Wu Zhaochang just watched the letter flying toward Zhongshan Wei Sun. The letter, which should have continued on its journey, remained suspended in the air under his gaze.

When the light is very bright, shadows under the candlestick are often ignored by people.

Zhongshan Weixin realized something, holding the jade bottle containing ashes in his hand, he took a step back.

Song Huai asked leisurely from the side: "Is there a problem with this letter"

The death of Lung Boji brought complicated consequences for both Zhongshan Yanwen and Zhongshan Weison, but this news only brought him a sense of relief.

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Chen Suan was not an unsympathetic or unreasonable person. He had already made efforts in the prison of Tai Xu Pavilion, and he would not regret anything because of Long Boji's death. Long Boji's death brought him pain but no guilt. He could certainly face it -- wasn't this the best outcome

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Therefore, as the Eastern Heavenly Master Song Huai, he still had the leisure to pad words here.

All are twists and turns, who can't see the problem

Wu Zhaochang said, "Do you believe that Long Boji committed suicide If he didn't commit suicide, why did he write to Zhonghuai Weison"

"What problem could a letter possibly have" Dongtian continued to pad.

"I heard that someone can hide in words," Wu Zhaochang said.

Song Huai's expression became serious: "Are they related"

"I didn't say that," Wu Zhaochang replied. "But the magical abilities in this world are ever-changing. There's nothing impossible. Since Chang Sheng Jun can live and move freely for so many years, how dare I underestimate him"

“Want to see what this letter says” Zhong Shan Yanwen’s face was ugly. He was willing to pay the price and give Zhong Shan Weison a life lesson, but that didn't mean he was willing to let Zhong Shan Weison be used again and again.

Nandu Hall sent out a corpse, along with belongings and a suicide note. Playing these tricks, what exactly is their intention

When things are abnormal, there must be a demon.

Even a dog will jump over a wall when it is desperate, there's no other choice. Whatever this "monster" is, daring to bind it to Sun Zhongshan, that means they think the divine spear of Sun Zhongshan Yanwen isn't sharp enough.

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“Chang Sheng Jun's methods are too complex. I won't read the letter, lest I fall into his trap!” Wu Zhao Chang said, with a backhand punch, he turned the corpse of the Tian Tong Dian true disciple from afar into nothingness, not even leaving a trace of blood.

“Could there be something wrong with this disciple's death” Dong Tianshi sounded genuinely doubtful this time. He didn't believe he hadn't seen Wu Zhichang clearly: “I didn’t see anything amiss with him. Besides being emotionally unstable and slightly manic… these are all understandable.”

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"It's better to be clean-cut." Wu Zhaochang said calmly, "When I do things, I don't like to leave room for others."

Then, with a flick of his index finger, he dismissed the letter, whether it was truly related to Long Bo or not, into nothingness. This was the purest state, the most concrete "one" in the vast ocean of origin, where nothing could possibly be deposited within it.

"Good habit," Song Huai said nonchalantly.

Wu Zhaochang then looked at Zhongshan Yanwen: “Chang Sheng is so obsessed, he dares to use any means. General Zhongshan, don't you have any thoughts of slaying demons”

When Zhongshan Yanwen saw him like this, his anger subsided somewhat. "As for the war between Chu and the other states," he said, "how could I possibly get involved"

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He cast a glance back at Zhongshan Weisan, then continued, "Now that Long Boji is dead, there's no point in our staying here. Let us part ways -- may the General An Guo enjoy prosperity and military success!"

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He seized Zhongshan Weishun and disappeared into the long night.

Wu Zhaochang let out a long sigh: "General Zhongshan is in such a hurry. He must be afraid that I will come to collect the debt!"

Although Long Boji is dead, Zhong Shanwen's promise cannot be disregarded. After all, Chu State's face has already been given!

Song Huai, who was equally in debt, just smiled faintly: "I'm just here to admire the martial prowess of the Duke!"

“Having said all that, it’s time to get down to business.” Wu Zhaochang said to Song Huai and Jiang Wang: “Please wait here for a moment. Allow me to sweep the steps and prepare a simple feast. Please come in!”

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Clearly, the final battle to exterminate Nandou and slay Changshengjun was not one he intended for Song Huai to observe firsthand. He only offered him a chance to enter the secret realm after the war to attend a banquet.

Before his words had finished, Wu Zhaochang landed on the peak of Due-厄 Mountain.

Chu army soldiers, covering the mountains and plains, instantly became one entity. Their murderous aura enveloped the mountain like a cloud.

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Du'er Peak had never seen such thick fog, such heavy clouds.

But seeing the rolling army of soldiers, in an instant it transformed into a black dragon tens of thousands of meters long, large enough to swallow Mount Due'er, let out a low roar and turned back, with one breath entering the Nan Dou Secret Realm!

The so-called Nan Dou Gate and Grand Formation, truly were as fragile as paper, pierced through with ease.

All that should have been clamorous or sharp was buried deep within the oppressive, swirling smoke.

A military strategist like Wu Zhaochang, commanding a powerful army and having preemptively sealed off the Nandou Secret Realm, made this battle completely devoid of suspense.

"What are you looking at" Song Huai glanced at Jiang Wang, who was stubbornly avoiding his gaze. "Can you see inside"

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Jiang Wang said, "Let me analyze the military formations!"

He added, "I also know something about warfare."

"After all, the relationship between Chu and Jing wasn't particularly close. Whether it was Wu Zhaochang's way of doing things or the vicious military strategies of the Evil-Face Army, there wasn't anything for me to learn from them." Song Huai chuckled. "With your connections, you could have gone in to take a look, but unfortunately, you were dragged down by me."

Jiang Wang retracted his gaze: "I don't understand what Dong Tianshi means. I uphold myself with integrity in Tai Xu Ge and have no connection to any power. There are only personal friendships, absolutely no representation of interests."

Song Huai smiled and said, "I admire that about you. What I'm saying is also that your conduct is impeccable, so Chu should not mind you observing — what are you recording"

Jiang Wang raised his Qingjian: "A person as esteemed and respected as Dong Tian Shi, being able to give me a fair evaluation and speak up for me, I naturally need to remember this. I'm not good with words, and in the future if people slander me, I'll know how to respond."

Song Huai no longer spoke.

Du'er Peak was also silent in the cold night.

Thanks to the book friend "Su Su Li" for becoming the chief patron of this book! It is the 715th alliance for Chi Xin Xun Tian!

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