of the immortal, spread outwards in all directions.The river wind blew gently, dispersing the thick fog that had formed during the battle. In the distance, one could faintly see the Bridgetown—a magn...Yet it is said that the young son of the ruler of Yang Guo, Yang Xuance, swept aside his former forbearance and raged in the palace, smashing his jade pendant.

No one dares to take the blame for the crime of blocking the emperor from human relationships.

The entire courtyard of the Yingxin Palace was so quiet that not even a breath could be heard.

As if even the wind itself had been startled into silence.

The eunuch Liu Huai immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake, trembling with fear: "My servant would never dare!"

But her posture was perfect, her manners impeccable, yet she didn't move a muscle.

He admitted his mistake, apologized, bowed his head, but wouldn't concede.

Looking again at the silent guards, maidservants, and eunuchs around him, and then at the always-silent Palace of Tranquility...

Yang Xuance discovered that his heart, which had long since turned cold, could still grow colder...

With such unmannerly clamor, how could the Patriarch, with his cultivation, fail to hear.

I just don't want to listen, or, I'm too lazy to pay attention.

After enduring for so many years, he flared up for the first time. Yang Xuance originally wanted to do something, but suddenly his heart sank with disappointment.

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“Well then,” he sighed, drawing a letter from his sleeve: “Matters of state and country cannot be delayed. You deliver this letter to your father, and I shall not trouble the old man further.”

"This servant will deliver it." Liu Huai bent over, respectfully taking the letter with both hands, never losing his courtier's etiquette.

Watching Yang Xuance's back disappear into the distance.

Then, he slowly straightened his back. Without even glancing at it, with a flick of his hands, the letter turned to dust.

The corner of his mouth twitched with a sneer. Now that the East Palace was firmly established, Liu Huai naturally knew who was the master of this land and mountains. The Fifth Prince only thought of "doing business" and "starting a stove" now, which was too late, and the fire was cold and the firewood was lacking.

Moreover, the king didn't care about this so-called son at all. The crown prince was a sure thing as the future ruler of Yang Guo. He had served the king for many years and how could he not know

He was, of course, loyal only to his sovereign. But towards the next ruler, he should also maintain the necessary respect.

I am writing this letter today merely as a matter of convenience, but in the eyes of those who are attentive, it appears that my resolve is wavering. It is inevitable that I will be held accountable for my actions in the future. How could he possibly risk everything for something as trivial as Yang Xuance

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Outside the Palace of Tranquility, there were guards, palace maids, and eunuchs, but they all lowered their heads to look at their shoes, none dared to glance this way.

He, Liu Huai, bent over. Those unworthy of looking could suffer a shortened lifespan if they were unfortunate enough to glimpse him.

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Turning back, she walked silently into the Yixing Hall.

Around the monarch, countless people wanted to crowd in, there was no time to spare.

In the grand hall, Lord Yang Jiande of the State of Yang sat cross-legged on a white jade cushion, his eyes closed. A golden light flickered above his head, but he seemed unconcerned with state affairs.

Liu Huai stood carefully in a corner of the palace, a position where he could be found immediately if the emperor sought him out, yet not so prominently as to be annoyingly in his line of sight.

> After a long time.

The lord of Yang Guo, Yang Jiande, did not open his eyes and only said, "Is Xuan Ce causing trouble again"

Liu Huai respectfully said, "It's a matter of importance that requires an audience with Your Majesty."

In the vast hall, there was no further text.

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The plague in Jiacheng City has finally been contained.

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With the support of Yangting and the assistance of the Sihai Merchant Alliance, the Xi family, who had ruled this place for hundreds of years, mobilized all their forces and managed to contain the spread of the plague before the end of July.

To put it simply, the plague is certainly terrifying. But in a world of extraordinary beings, it's not an insurmountable challenge. It's even not within the scope of the most terrible disasters.

Take, for example, the decisive battle between Qin and Chu armies last year on the Hegu Plain. Both sides deployed nearly 100,000 extraordinary cultivators, causing mountains to collapse and earth to crack with every move.

The clash of two great powers has turned the entire Hegu Plain into a desolate wasteland, with craters stretching for hundreds of miles and nothing growing. This once fertile land, which sustained countless people, is now reduced to scorched earth where even weeds cannot survive. What natural disaster could compare to such devastation

As for the Zhuang Kingdom's Fenglin City, a whole city domain was obliterated, with hundreds of thousands reduced to bones. Needless to say...

The plague in Yang Country has been spreading, and the death toll is yet to exceed 100,000.

Of course, things are not calculated that way, and tragedy is never something to compare.

But man-made disasters always surpass natural disasters.

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Humans, when they kill, surpass any natural disaster or any strange creature in the number and the pleasure of their killings!

And that's not all.

Those with insight have probably already noticed that over time, there have been fewer and fewer direct descendants of the Xi family appearing in Jiacheng. Many of the Xi family's businesses have been sold or given away, and they have practically vanished.

The Xi family has already begun a full withdrawal from Jiacang, leaving the land they have cultivated for hundreds of years.

The destination is unknown, but many people are certain it's Dongwanggu. After all, the current head of the Xi family, Zichu, is a disciple of Dongwanggu.

Dongwang Valley itself wasn't much different from an ordinary kingdom, so naturally, it could accommodate the Xi family.

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However, people who leave their hometown are considered lowly. No matter where they migrate to, it will likely take more than one or two generations for the Xi family to restore its former glory.

On this day, Jiang Wang was cultivating when a town guard warrior suddenly came to report: "Lord Jiang, Xi...Xi Zi Chu is outside the town. She specifically named you and wants to fight you!"

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

The Xi family had been managing Jiacheng City for centuries. Even during the plague, when they lost the hearts of the people, their decades of accumulated prestige remained undiminished for a time.

Especially as the current head of the Xi family, Xi Zichu undoubtedly inherited this prestige.

This was also the reason why Jiang Wang initially believed that to contain the plague in Jiaceng, he needed Xizi Chu's cooperation.

Every single person within the Jiacheng city limits feared the Seat family's reputation. This warrior from the town hall was no exception.

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Jiang Wang opened his eyes, showing no surprise.

He drew his long sword directly, pushed open the door, and walked towards the North Gate of the town.

Coming from Jiasheng direction, you would naturally arrive at the North Gate.

Still on the road, another roar of anger was heard, shaking the whole town.

"Jiang Wang!"

This time, Xiang Qian, Zhu Biqiong, Zhang Hai, and Dugu Xiao were all startled.

Even the guards guarding the warehouses of the Four Seas Merchant Alliance and the Daoist cultivators sent by Chongxuan Shengpai to treat the common people, all became more vigilant.

Not to mention the town guards, warriors, and even ordinary townsfolk.

If it weren't for these special times and the restrictions on movement, I'm afraid that by now the entire town's populace would have crowded around the North Gate so densely that you couldn't even fit a drop of water through.

Even so, they all pricked up their ears at home, waiting for what came next.

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But to their disappointment, the sound that shook the entire town never came again.

Because ... Jiang Wang has arrived.

That very day, the battle was to take place in Jia City. Thinking of the common people within the city walls, he sheathed his sword and left.

Up to this point, he certainly wouldn't avoid it.

Jiang Wang strode to the north gate of Qingyang Town, and at first glance, he saw Xi Zi Chu.

One person alone.

All his former dashing charm had vanished, replaced by a gaunt and haggard face with a cold and stern expression.

But upon seeing his forehead adorned with mourning bands and his body clad in funeral robes, a chilling solemnity descended.

Upon seeing Jiang Wang's arrival, he merely said, "Everything has been decided. Let's proceed as previously agreed."

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He thrust the red flag with the carp design into the ground, a few inches deep. The banner fluttered in the wind.

"Jiang Wang! I'm here to kill you!"

The debt of killing one's father is not shared by heaven.

Full of eager anticipation, Dugu Xiaoshui even quietly tugged on Zhu Biqiong's sleeve.

But Jiang Wang waved his hand back, signaling them not to act rashly.

One hand holding a sword at the waist, standing firm outside the gate.

Alone with my single sword at the door, I would merely say: "Come forward!"n!" It's fine if others say that, but when Chongxuan said it, Jiang Wang was especially dissatisfied. "Isn't it normal for me to say a few bold words Do you have to be like you, wallowing in sorrow an...