In the year 3919 of the Dao calendar, he had already achieved two mansions.
Thinking back to the 15th day of the sixth month in the year 3917 of the Dao calendar, it was still as vivid as yesterday.
That day, Zuo Guanglie escaped to the Zhuang border and was stopped by the Nine Fiendish Mysterious Yin Formation.
He showed his power and beat Gong Yangbai and Mo Jingyu until they could not fight back.
That day, Li Yi's sword came from the west and killed Zuo Guanglie who was using the Zhurong true body.
That day, he climbed up from the edge of death and officially opened his meridians, becoming a transcendent.
Later on, he had seen and experienced many wonderful battles. Some were even more intense than this, and some were of a higher level. However, there was no battle that had shocked him as much as that battle back then.
Since he was very young, he yearned for the scenery of the transcendent world.
But that was the first time he truly saw what transcendent was!
At that time, he curled up on the haystack under the altar in the rundown temple, waiting for death.
But the wonderful battles between the strong people of the world and Tianjiao of different countries made him excited and teared up.
He told himself that the world he had always yearned for was like this, like this!
So he worked hard for so long, but he still could not become a transcendent. How could he die quietly?
That was his most helpless and powerless moment. But when he looked up, he saw the scorching sun.
In such a fierce battle, Zuo Guanglie subconsciously protected him.
Just like the blazing sun that blocked the Ten Thousand Flowing Arrow Rain.
Transcendent power, transcendent courage, transcendent compassion.
Later on, he used his amazing perseverance to struggle out of his sickly body. Among the fragments of Zuo Guanglie's flesh and blood, he groped for the Meridian Unlocking Pill.
The setting sun shone, the sick beggar swallowed the pill.
Death received new life.
At that time, no one knew that the old Tianjiao had died, and the new Tianjiao had appeared.
But at that time, he thought that one day, he could also fly in the sky and travel through the earth.
Gong Yangbai, Mo Jingyu, and even Zuo Guanglie and Li Yi … What they could do, he could do too!
Today, when he saw Mo Jingyu again, he was still the center of attention.
He had already opened the second inner mansion and mastered two supernatural powers.
He was no longer a child beggar who could only wait for death in a dilapidated temple. Instead, he truly had the power to decide his own fate.
Life's fate was like this.
It was true that Mo Jingyu would not remember him, nor would he care about a child beggar who was waiting for death during the great war.
Jiang Wang silently took out a cloak from his storage box and put it on his head. Better to be safe than sorry.
In the current state of Yong, if a person from the Zhuang Kingdom were to be caught, even if he didn't die, he would be half-crippled. No one would care if he had a grudge against Zhuang Gaoxian.
"The sun is blinding my eyes."
He casually explained to make his behavior more reasonable.
The people lining up in front of him and behind him all ignored him.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Mo Jingyu.
Everyone knew that Mo Gate was Yong Ting's greatest support at this point in time. The geniuses of the Mohist Sect were naturally the targets of the Yong Kingdom's nobles.
And for Mo Jingyu to come to Marquis Wei Ning's residence to celebrate the birthday, many people could not help but ponder the political implications of this.
However, among the people who had to line up to deliver gifts, there were naturally not many who knew the truth. In the end, it was all conjecture. It made people laugh.
Compared to others, Jiang Wang had more doubts.
If he remembered correctly, Mo Jingyu should be Qin Mo. Back then, he and Gong Yangbai were ordered by Ying Wu to ambush and kill Zuo Guanglie.
The Qin Kingdom was a powerful country in the world, and its attitude toward the sects and factions had always been to "control the Hundred Schools and use them for its own purposes." On this point, it was the same as Qi.
Just like how Yue Leng was first a Qi person and then a disciple of the Legalism School.
Qin Mo was also Qin before Mo.
Mo Jingyu was first a Qin official and then a disciple of the Mohist School.
However, the problem was that the current Yong Kingdom had "dismissed the Hundred Schools and only revered the Mohist School."
In the foreseeable future, whether the new Yong Kingdom would be Yong before Mo or Mo before Yong would be a mess that needed time to sort out.
But at least for now, although Yong Kingdom was the first country that Mo Gate had tried to support with resources, it was still Yong Kingdom.
Why would Mo Jingyu, a Qin citizen, come to Yong Kingdom? He even became an honored guest of Yong Kingdom's Marquis Weining.
From the discussions of the people around him, he even shouldered a certain leadership role among the Mohist disciples in Yong Kingdom.
Had Mo Jingyu completely returned to the Mohist School? Or was he shouldering some other mission?
"Hey!"
A fat hand patted him on the shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts.
Jiang Wang turned around and saw a fierce-looking fat man with a steel saber in his hand, his expression ferocious.
A middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy merchant had been squeezed to the back of the line.
"It's wrong to cut in line," Jiang Wang said.
"What do you mean cut in line!" A skinny man darted out from the side, his hand reaching up to grab Jiang Wang's bamboo hat.
Jiang Wang stepped back lightly, avoiding him.
"Do you remember your grandfather?" Although the skinny man's hand missed, his tone was still arrogant.
"If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise …" Jiang Wang sighed, "I'm going to call for help."
"Ha? Call for help? "The fat man shouted angrily," Why don't you ask around? I, Zheng Laosan … "
The steward in front of Marquis Weining's residence glanced over from afar.
His voice immediately lowered, "Is there any use in calling for help? Could it be that you won't leave Marquis Weining's residence for the rest of your life? "
"That's right!" The skinny man also chimed in, "You stole Fourth Master's bamboo hat and still dare to call for help? How can Marquis Weining's residence tolerate a thief like you? "
It was actually the bamboo hat that was recognized …
Jiang Wang really didn't expect that there would be such an accident. A bamboo hat he casually "bought" would actually meet the victim's family in such a faraway place.
What was even more unexpected was that this bamboo hat had nothing special about it, yet it could still be recognized!
He let out a deep sigh. "Didn't I give you money?"
"You actually used money to insult your Third Master!" Zheng Laosan was angry, "Is this a matter of money?"
"Do grandfathers lack money?!" The skinny man chimed in.
"Fine." Jiang Wang took off the cloak and handed it forward, "I shouldn't have insulted you. I'll return the cloak to you, and you'll return the money to me. "
Zheng Laosan was unable to restrain his anger, but unfortunately, he was afraid of disturbing the steward of the Marquis's residence, so he lowered his voice, greatly affecting his prestige, "You said you'll take it back?! You said you'll return it back? What do you take your Third Master for! "
Jiang Wang really didn't want to attract attention at this time, so he sighed, "Then what do you want?"
"Of course you have to compensate!" The skinny man squeezed forward and said.
Zheng Laosan didn't speak, only shaking the steel knife in his hand.
Jiang Wang looked at the fat and skinny men who didn't have good eyesight, and couldn't help but sigh again, "So it's not a matter of money, but a matter of not having enough money? Then tell me, how much do you want? "
"Fifty taels!" The skinny man blurted out. Zheng Laosan stepped on him with the heel of his foot and immediately changed his words, "Isn't that insulting your Fourth Master? It's at least eighty taels! "
"I'll give it to you." Jiang Wang said straightforwardly, "After I give it to you, can you stop pestering me?"
"It's not a matter of money, it's a matter of attitude." The fat man patted his chest, "I, Zheng Laosan, am a man of my word!"
The skinny man followed, "I, Li Laosi, am also a man of my word!"
Jiang Wang directly took out eighty taels of silver and handed it to them, "We're even?"
Zheng Laosan put it away, "Of course!"
He turned around and walked back, his fat body turning very nimbly.
Li Laosi also eagerly followed.
Jiang Wang shook his head, not taking this seriously. To a transcendent cultivator, this amount of money was really insignificant.
Of course, more importantly —
The Azure Cloud Pavilion's team had arrived.
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