Flutter.
A bird jumped up from a branch, flapped its wings, and left without looking back.
This was a nameless green mountain. It was especially silent in the cold wind.
The birds and beasts were all silent. They could faintly hear the sound of surging water.
This place was not far from the vast Qing River.
On a slope, in the overgrown weeds, a figure was curled up, motionless.
This was a youth who had lost consciousness, but his expression was frozen in pain.
He was curled up like a baby, without any protection. But even in this unconscious state, his muscles were still tense, as if he was still fighting in his sleep. His left hand was holding a half-scattered seal, and his right hand was holding a sword tightly. He was frozen like a statue.
Black fog wandered inside and outside his body. From his neck to his face, there were strange black patterns spreading. The black patterns were like twisted worms. At first glance, they seemed to be wriggling. It was very frightening.
The gentleness and determination that usually appeared on this face were all gone, replaced by a sense of evil. It was as if he hated everything in the world. Even in pain, he was brewing some kind of conspiracy.
The black fog was deep and agile. As it floated, it drowned the youth.
There were only three spots on the unconscious youth's body that had not been completely eroded by the black.
One was his forehead. His tightly knitted brows seemed to be concentrated with some kind of determination. They were like two impregnable passes, firmly blocking the attack of the black patterns and guarding his soul.
One was the right hand that held the sword. On the sheathed longsword, there were faint Sanskrit characters leaping out. They firmly plunged into the black fog, like fish leaping into the Black Sea again and again, one after another, taking the place of the fallen.
The other was the place where the spine and cervical vertebrae connected. There was a Red Fire White Lotus there. At the same time, it felt hot and cold. It emitted a clear red light and white light, but at the same time, it was resisting the black.
He had fainted here for a long time.
The long and difficult war was continuing in his body.
Everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him for now, even though the situation was stirred up because of him.
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"Tyrant Han Yin is dead!"
The two "blazing suns" in the sky had been extinguished. The real sun had not completely set, stubbornly releasing its afterglow in the west.
Under the tragic light of the setting sun, it was raining.
The next rain was a rare occurrence in this land, and it would be difficult to see it again.
Blood red rain.
It was the color of blood that even the setting sun could not taint. It was an extremely pure and bloody color.
The fall of a Daoist Master caused the heavens and earth to mourn!
Zhuang Gaoxian carried Han Yin's corpse with one hand and flew into the air above the Dragon Sealing Pass. He shouted loudly, "The outcome has been decided. Those who surrender will be spared from death!"
His voice was like the roar of a dragon and the roar of a tiger.
He released his brashness and domineering aura without holding back.
He had just ascended to the throne and had not even grasped the power of the imperial court yet, but he dared to personally lead an army to fight against a stronger monarch.
In terms of strength and sharpness, he was even better than the founding ancestor.
He hid his injuries in the depths of the palace and recuperated for many years.
It was fine if he didn't fly, but he soared into the sky. It was fine if he didn't make a sound, but once he did, he would amaze the world!
How many years of lying in wait?
Once he made his move, he ascended to the True Insight Realm and became a Daoist Master of the present age. With a flip of his palm, he killed a general of the Mo Kingdom and forcefully cut off ten cities of the Mo Kingdom.
The second time he made a move, he went all out in a war. As the weak, he defeated the strong, and personally killed the ambitious and ruthless Han Yin!
The disposition of a mighty ruler was already formed. From now on, he, Zhuang Gaoxian, did not need to hide his strength.
Zhuang Gaoxian's voice rumbled as blood rain fell from the sky.
The two Marquises that were working together to kill Huangfu Duanming stopped without saying anything. They turned around and fled. However, the world was so big that they did not know where to go. Even if they were God Descending cultivators and Marquises, they were unable to dispel their fear.
Han Yin was dead! An ambitious and ruthless person, a Perfected Person of the current era, a person who had ruled Yong for hundreds of years.
If even Han Yin could die, who could not?
Marquis Fen Ge flew all the way. Just as he arrived outside the Dragon Sealing Pass, he felt the tip of his nose wet. He raised his head and saw blood rain falling from the sky. Heaven and earth were mourning.
He thought that Lord Zhuang had fallen. However, Zhuang Gaoxian's voice shattered his fantasy.
He rushed over but did not even have time to take a look at the Dragon Sealing Pass. He turned around and fled for his life.
Even Han Yin had died in battle. Even if he had nine lives, it would not be enough for him to explain himself here.
Yong was finished!
He felt a great sense of grief, and his eyes couldn't help but sting. A God Descending cultivator was like a stray dog, crying as he fled.
Nothing could escape Zhuang Gaoxian's gaze.
However, he did not pursue anyone and had no intention of leaving one or two Marquises behind.
He stood above the Dragon Sealing Pass and turned to look at Marquis Chengde, Li Ying. "Go back and tell Han Xu to release Prime Minister Du immediately. This battle is over. I can promise that I will not take an inch of land north of the Dragon Sealing Pass. "
This was the redrawing of borders and the confirmation of victory.
Zhuang wanted the land south of the Dragon Sealing Pass. This included a small half of Yiyang Prefecture and the entire Lingbei Prefecture. Furthermore, the Qichang Mountain Range, which was rich in demonic beast resources, would belong to Zhuang's borders.
This was actually a condition that he had discussed with Han Xu long ago. However, he had to give a reason to the soldiers who had fought a bloody battle. They had risked their lives to take down the Dragon Sealing Pass. How could they stop here with the fertile land of Yong in front of them?
Normal soldiers wouldn't think about whether or not Qin, Jing, and Jing would allow the Zhuang State to annex Yong in one battle. They could not see that far and could not feel the pressure. They only knew that they had shed blood and sweat. They could not stop just because they wanted to.
After defeating Yong, the morale of Zhuang's soldiers had risen to an unprecedented level. Even if they were to continue north and clash with Jing, they would not be afraid.
However, Zhuang Gaoxian could not be blinded.
In the complicated situation of the western border, a sense of propriety was especially important when one lacked absolute strength.
If he were to cross the Dragon Sealing Pass and fight to the death with Han Xu, even if he were to break through Tianming Prefecture and take over all of Yong, he would not be able to defend himself. Would he be able to hold on?
There would be no time to digest before he would be attacked by Jing. One must know that Jing's Crimson Horse Guards were still outside Jingan Prefecture.
As the hegemon of the central region, would Jing still support him?
Jing absorbed Zhuang to become a Daoist vassal state in order to plant a nail in the western border to pin down Yong and also to stab Qin. However, how could they be willing to raise another fierce tiger in the western border?
Therefore, after weighing the situation, they decided to stop here. First, Zhuang would be able to gain tangible benefits. Secondly, Yong's ruler, Han Xu, oversaw the remaining territory of Yong and would still be the first to face the pressure of Jing.
This would allow the Zhuang Country to have enough strategic depth, allowing the Zhuang Country to have enough time to properly digest the gains from this battle without worrying about being disturbed. They would be able to truly advance from a small independent state to a regional power.
Naturally, these strategic considerations would not be shared with the soldiers. As the ruler, Zhuang Gaoxian needed to give his soldiers a reason to fight. At this time, Du Ruhui, who was still fighting a bloody battle and deeply respected by his people, was the best.
For Du Ruhui, he was willing to give up even more territory. What a praiseworthy relationship between ruler and subject!
For Han Xu, his goal was to truly wield power and become the ruler of Yong. Han Yin, who had monopolized power for hundreds of years and had no intention of relinquishing it, was the biggest problem.
He had been the ruler for over a hundred years and also a puppet for over a hundred years.
On the matter of killing Han Yin, Han Xu and Zhuang Gaoxian had reached a consensus. However, at the same time, Zhuang was still a strong competitor for Han Xu's Yong.
This was why Li Ying, the Marquis of Chengde, was so ruthless that he killed one and crippled the other of the two most likely to break through to Shenxiao. What was clear was that if Han Xu had the chance, he would definitely not mind killing the Zhuang Country's pillars before the war stopped.
Zhuang Gaoxian's words were both to show that he would keep his promise and also to warn Han Xu. If Du Ruhui died in battle, then he would not keep his promise.
Han Xu knew very well that Zhuang Gaoxian did not dare to occupy all of Yong at this time, as that would cause Zhuang to explode. However, Han Xu himself did not dare to take the risk. Yong, who had "cut off his wrist" and "mutilated his body," did not have the qualifications to take risks.
"This official will definitely pass on your message." Li Ying looked deeply at Zhuang Gaoxian before turning and flying away.
As Han Xu's absolute confidant and the Marquis of Yong who had attacked Han Yin at the last moment, Li Ying, the Marquis of Chengde, completely approved of Han Xu's decision.
In his opinion, Han Xu was a monarch who was a hundred times stronger than Han Yin. It was just that he had not been able to use it.
Han Yin was a Perfected Person of the present age. Until his death, he would not have any problems with aging. However, his spirit was already old.
He did not have the same mindset as Emperor Yongming, Han Zhou. After being beaten by the Jing Kingdom for hundreds of years, his heart had already surrendered. No matter how arrogant and domineering he appeared, he could not hide the weakness in his heart.
Han Yin had always wanted to surpass his older brother, Han Zhou. However, deep in his heart, he had never believed that he could defeat the Jing Kingdom, because that was something that even Han Zhou could not do.
Han Yin did not have the confidence to do anything that Han Zhou could not do.
He tried his best to wash away the traces of Emperor Yongming, but he could not do so even after hundreds of years. He had lived in Han Zhou's shadow his entire life.
This kind of monarch seemed powerful, with strategies, and strength. However, Yong would only slowly rot and rot in his hands. Han Yin had been in power for hundreds of years, but Yong had not expanded at all. His influence in the Western Region was diminishing.
Yong had reached the point where it could not be built without destruction. It had to be bathed in fire to be reborn.
However, Han Yin was too powerful and had ruled this land for too long. Those loyal to Han Xu were powerless to overthrow him.
That was why they needed to bring in external forces.
Li Ying had always been very certain that he was doing the right thing. However, after seeing Zhuang Gaoxian with his own eyes, he could not help but have a trace of doubt.
In Han Xu's future strategy as monarch and vassal, using the threat of the country's collapse to incite the people to unite against a common enemy. In a controllable state of war, allowing Han Xu to quickly and truly take control of the country's military and political power was the first step.
Once the time was ripe, he would attack Zhuang, defeat Zhuang Gaoxian, recover lost territory, and establish absolute authority that surpassed Han Yin's. That was the second step.
However, would such a Zhuang Gaoxian really be easily defeated?
With an indescribable shadow in his heart, Li Ying left the place.
Inside Dragon Sealing Pass, the Yong army was already kneeling on the ground.
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PS: How should I describe the book reviews these past two days … I didn't expect them to have so little confidence in me. Han Xu hasn't even made an appearance yet, and a bunch of people are calling him a moron. How can someone who has endured silently for over a hundred years and managed to trick such an ambitious and ruthless character like Han Yin be a moron?
There are people who say that I'm lousy, that I shouldn't have written, and all sorts of things.
Everyone, ask yourselves honestly, I've already written four volumes with 1.6 million words. Have I ever written a lousy plot? I've been writing from sixty monthly subscriptions until now, relying on my savings from writing physical novels to survive. However, in the past year, when have I ever been perfunctory with my readers?
I remember that when Zuo Guanglie left behind the Meridian Unlocking Pill, at least a few hundred people said it was poisonous. However, after filling that hole, I didn't see a single person apologize to me. Did those hundreds of people stop looking behind them? Or is it that in this era, criticism is easier to say than praise?
There will always be more people who criticize you after writing a lousy plot than there are people who encourage you after writing a brilliant plot. I don't think I've ever written a lousy plot. Since I've always been so diligent, can't you wait a bit when you think it's unreasonable? The dragon is there. I just haven't added the finishing touches.
So be it.
I originally didn't want to say anything.
Writing has always been about facing all kinds of voices. I should have long since gotten used to this kind of thing.
However, I just haven't gotten used to it.
My poetic side makes me very weak sometimes.
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