Xin 'an City stood silently under the sunlight as Du Ruhui flew out.
The city guards looked up at the back of the figure in the sky with reverence in their eyes. The state minister was the stabilizing force of the Zhuang Country. Whenever they saw him, they would feel at ease.
Even if the upright Deputy Minister Dong A died in battle, even if the proud Zhu Weiwo betrayed the country. As long as the state minister was still around, the Zhuang Country would never fall!
The sky was high and the clouds were light. The familiar scenery of the Zhuang Country flashed by.
In order to avoid missing any clues, Du Ruhui didn't use Imminent Skyline. Instead, he relied on some kind of faint feeling to fly and search all the way.
The Heaven Breathing Technique was a tracking technique that he grasped in his early years. There was only one heaven breath, three earth breaths, and endless human breaths.
Using heaven breath to match human breaths, one could find the answer.
As it was just an incomplete chapter, it wasn't accurate enough. It could only work when there was a certain gap in strength.
From the traces at the scene, the murderer who killed Dong A was on par with Dong A. The murderer was able to kill Dong A mainly because he restrained himself.
Du Ruhui was sure that the Heaven Breathing Technique could work. Moreover, he did capture a trace of energy from Dong A's corpse and used it to track down the murderer.
However, the energy was weak and he couldn't sense it. It was also intermittent.
However, he was prepared to spend a lot of time.
His time was precious, but he felt that it was worth it to use it on this matter.
As he flew, his eyes were like a hawk as he surveyed the mountains and rivers of the Zhuang Country. He didn't let go of any suspicious corners.
Tracking down the murderer wasn't something that someone of his status should be doing. Strictly speaking, he was using the country's weapon lightly. However, no matter who he handed this matter to, he couldn't be at ease.
The Zhuang Country welcomed an unprecedented victory, but at the same time, they encountered a huge gap in talent.
Dong A, who was expected to be the next state minister, died in battle. Zhu Weiwo, who was expected to be the next state minister, betrayed the country.
Originally, Duan Li being crippled and He Badao dying in battle was a sacrifice for the country's victory. It wasn't simply worth it. Now, it seemed like it was an unbearable burden.
The two of them were the only experts in the Zhuang Country who had hopes of reaching the God Ascension Realm.
Who could fill this huge gap in talent? Who had more hopes of reaching the top? Who was more worthy of being nurtured?
The White Feather Army and the Nine Rivers Profound Armor both needed a new general …
Many people were eyeing the position of Deputy Prime Minister, but not many had the ability …
After Zhu Weiwo betrayed the country, who else would be able to bring out the Yellow River Gathering that was previously planned …
All of these things made him feel like he was in terrible shape.
As the Prime Minister of the Zhuang State. He had to worry about all the big and small matters in the Zhuang Country. Even if there were some emotions that he could not shake off, he could not let them go.
Ye Lingxiao said that he could not be himself.
He could not deny it.
He didn't even have time to grieve.
…
…
On a nameless mountain.
Jiang Wang had been unconscious here for a long time. He was curled up like a baby, unconscious.
The black fog became thicker and thicker, wrapping around him like a black cocoon.
Despair, isolation, and hopelessness.
However, there was still a glimmer of light in the black cocoon …
They were three tottering lights that never went out.
In the empty hill, there was a faint sound of wild laughter.
However, that laughter was occasionally interrupted by the sound of a sword.
From time to time, the Sauvignon Blanc, which was tightly held in his hand, would suddenly let out a trembling sound, as if it was fighting against the maniacal laughter. The sword master was still unconscious, so the sword was naturally not a match for him.
However, every time the sword was about to be suppressed, there was a chanting sound.
Listening carefully, the Sanskrit chant was — —
Buzz! Ah! Mi! Ke! Ke! Ga! Cha! Luo!
This was the Eight Syllables of the Fearless Buddha Heart, also known as the Manjushri Eight Syllables Incantation.
This incantation had an extraordinary origin. It could show wisdom and suppress troubles.
In the legends of the Buddhist Sect, the Wise Manjushri Bodhisattva was the left side attendant of Shakyamuni Buddha, representing Buddha's wisdom.
The Eight Syllables of the Manjushri Eight Syllables rotated endlessly, helping the sword to fight against the maniacal laughter.
Jiang Wang's eyes were tightly shut, and his frozen expression was particularly painful. However, his lips were moving, and he said in a calm and cold voice, "Old bald donkey, you delayed my important matters … Sooner or later, I will kill you and your entire family."
The content of his words was extremely ruthless, but the black fog he controlled was extremely patient. Like a spider spinning a web, the black cocoon was intertwined bit by bit. It slowly but firmly eroded the host.
The darker the black, the darker it was. It condensed in the day.
The three faint lights in the black cocoon became fainter and fainter.
However, in the next moment, as if sensing some kind of change, the black fog rolled violently a few times, unwilling to give up. It still couldn't completely extinguish the faint lights, so it stopped surging.
"Damn it."
'Jiang Wang', whose eyes were tightly shut, suddenly said.
The black fog calmed down, and all of it "drilled" into the body as if it had a mind of its own.
…
…
"Jiang Wang! Jiang Wang! Jiang Wang! "
"Wake up!"
"Wake up!"
There was a voice calling.
It was very familiar … and very urgent?
The voice seemed to come from the deepest part of the water, slowly drilling out.
Thus, the "sea" began to sway gently, and the "waves" began to spin freely.
Everything in the world seemed to have a voice, and the feeling of liveliness returned to his heart.
Jiang Wang slowly recovered from his chaotic state, but he was still in a daze. It seemed that many important things were piling up in his heart, but he couldn't remember anything.
My inner demon … Dong A is dead … Did Jiang Yan faint or was he eliminated … Xin 'an City … Zhuang Gaoxian … Calm down, calm down Jiang Wang! … What's wrong? What's wrong with me … No, something's wrong …
His thoughts were in a mess, exploding from here to there.
It exploded until his brain was buzzing.
His head hurt so much that it felt like it was about to split open, as if countless knives were cutting it, as if chisels were chiseling in his head. His body also felt very stiff, and every joint seemed to be very dry … Until now, he hadn't established a connection with his sword.
Yes, my sword. He thought.
It was a sword that could cut iron like mud.
The sword's name was Chang Xiangsi. The process of its birth molded his love and hatred.
It was hidden in the Shenlong wooden scabbard and nurtured with the seed of supernatural power.
All along, there had been no one in front or behind him, only the sword in his hand.
All along, he had been a man and a sword, alone.
He cut through mountains when he met them, and cut rivers when he met them.
Not long ago, Chang Xiangsi had already cut down the person who had been "longing" for a long time.
"Yes … my sword."
He murmured. It was as if he had found some kind of light, obtained some kind of clue.
The sword intent of the Human Dao began to condense.
Jiang Yan's voice rang out before he could even cut a narrow path through all the complicated and painful things he had experienced.
"It's too late, put on the Invisibility Cloak and use the means left behind by Yin Guan!" Jiang Yan shouted.
Jiang Wang didn't think too much, because an instinctive fear had already surged into his heart, and a strong sense of danger exploded in his mind.
He and Jiang Yan shared this body, and also shared the crisis of life and death.
Jiang Wang suddenly sat up!
He instantly regained control of his body, and almost subconsciously put on the Invisibility Cloak, activating the means left behind by Yin Guan, and remained motionless.
At the next moment, a figure that was flying at high speed whizzed across the sky.
Black hair draped over his shoulders, and his aura was astonishing. His gaze swept over the small mountain, not stopping.
Jiang Wang didn't speak.
When he saw that black-haired figure, he had already completely awakened. A drop of cold sweat dripped from his temples!
If Du Ruhui were here and saw him now, he would have no chance of survival.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
