I Have A Qi Fortune Altar

Chapter 1830: Chapter 868: The Emperor Leads the Campaign Personally! (2)

Some people felt disheartened, believing that from then on, the so-called Jianghu would be at the feet of the Holy Martial Emperor, kneeling in submission.

But whether they wanted to or not, they all understood that they couldn’t change this fact. So why not greet this great trend with a better attitude?

...

In the first year of the Holy Martial era, July 17th.

At the Stargazing Tower, Chen Yuan, clad in a black dragon robe, stood with his hands behind his back, gazing intently ahead. His eyes were deep like the starry sky, seemingly containing everything, embracing the entire world.

Before him lay the national destiny of Great Yan, like a black sea, hovering over the entire Divine Capital City. Without reaching a certain realm, one couldn’t see this scene at all.

This exceeded the national fortune of the Great Jin era by far. It was through Chen Yuan’s step-by-step efforts and his gradual enhancement of the people’s support that he could gather such immense power at the beginning of his reign.

He could even feel the national fortune covering the thirteen states of the Central Plains, merging with him, endlessly flourishing, able to reach any place in the thirteen states in an instant.

Of course, the premise was to have extremely strong power oneself.

Not being the Emperor, not sitting on the dragon throne, one couldn’t comprehend this.

"Your Majesty, Wang Ping has been brought."

A young Martial Artist in golden armor respectfully bowed behind Chen Yuan. He was a protector from the Shushan Holy Land, now one of Chen Yuan’s close guards.

And behind the golden-armored Martial Artist stood Wang Ping in a green robe, looking curiously at the figure ahead, familiar yet so unfamiliar.

It seemed that from the time Yuan Er left Ping’an County and entered Nanling Prefecture, they had already been distanced.

Chen Yuan slightly raised his hand, and the gold-armored guard bowed and retreated, leaving only Chen Yuan and Wang Ping in the entire Stargazing Tower.

"Wang Ping, County Magistrate of Ping’an County, pays respects to Your Majesty!"

Wang Ping bowed respectfully.

"Do you need to be so formal in front of me?"

Chen Yuan said lightly.

"Hehe, after all, there is a distinction between ruler and subject." Wang Ping scratched his head awkwardly, a little embarrassed.

"You could have accepted a conferred title." Being Chen Yuan’s childhood friend and early helper, not to mention Earl, even a title-less Marquis would be perfectly reasonable.

Unfortunately, Wang Ping declined.

Only then was he summoned into the palace.

"Your Majesty, I know my own worth and cannot bear such rewards. It was better to leave them to those who deserved it, rather than waste them on me." Wang Ping was smart enough to know his own limits.

Besides their past friendship in Ping’an County, after Chen Yuan left Ping’an County, except for cleaning up his house, Wang Ping didn’t aid Chen Yuan in anything.

It wasn’t a lack of willingness, just the lack of capability.

All he could do was to not cause Chen Yuan any trouble.

Unfortunately, during the founding of Great Yan, he was still summoned to the Capital, his first time so far from Ping’an County, feeling uncomfortable. When he learned about the title Chen Yuan bestowed upon him, he felt even more out of place.

"Zhang Xuan can accept it; why can’t you?"

"I..."

"It’s still more intimate to call me Brother Yuan."

"Brother Yuan, you know my aptitude and strength. I can’t compare to Lord Zhang at all. My potential in this lifetime is just the Gang Condensation Realm; the Reach Profound is impossible.

Staying in Ping’an County, I can still be of some use, but coming to the Capital to be an idle Earl, truly, I can’t bear it. Moreover, following Your Majesty... Brother Yuan in conquering, many meritorious officials would have an upper limit as an Earl, and myself... hehe, really doesn’t seem appropriate."

Wang Ping said hesitantly.

He was close to Brother Yuan back in Ping’an County, but with the rise of his status and power, Wang Ping now felt an immense pressure facing Chen Yuan.

Even though he instinctively didn’t want to feel this way, he couldn’t suppress his inner self.

"You truly think so?"

Chen Yuan spoke up.

"Of course, there’s no way I would dare to deceive you, Brother Yuan."

"If you stay in the Capital, even if your talent is lacking, you would have better opportunities to reach the Upper Three Realms in Martial Arts."

"Brother Yuan, I understand that the cultivation of a Martial Artist relies not only on resources but also on one’s disposition. I’m only suited to be a County Magistrate; I really... can’t do it."

It wasn’t that Wang Ping didn’t recognize the opportunity, but rather that he was somewhat afraid.

Failing a breakthrough could shorten one’s lifespan or even result in falling.

His name is Wang Ping, and in this life, he just wants to live safely and securely.

"Forget it, you should return to Ping’an County then."

Chen Yuan waved his hand.

"Rest assured, Brother Yuan, I will preserve the house in Ping’an County for you. If one day you’re free, don’t forget to come back and visit...." Wang Ping chuckled.

It was as if he was back to the time when Chen Yuan left Ping’an County.

"I will return."

Chen Yuan looked ahead and said softly.

"Then... I take my leave now."

"Mm."

....

"What’s the matter?"

Su Ziyue, wearing a phoenix robe, slowly approached Chen Yuan, looking at him gazing afar, curious.

"Nothing, just feeling a bit melancholic."

"Because of Wang Ping?"

"You’ve seen him?"

"No, just caught a glimpse from afar. What’s with him?"

"Refused the title, choosing to return to Ping’an."

"Hehe, quite a smart person." Su Ziyue smiled gently.

"Smart?"

"Yes, Wang Ping’s cultivation ability is not outstanding. Even if he were moved to the Capital, with Your Majesty’s attitude towards cultivation, you wouldn’t think of him often, and possibly because of the reward you gave him.