Peace Order

Chapter 1892: Chapter 12: Ushering in an Age of Taiping

Changfeng Building is the most mysterious place in Jiangnan.

However, it is not the tallest building. Nearby, there is another tall building where Nangong Wumeng sits cross-legged, sighing with a sense of melancholy on his face.

Sorrow, oh sorrow!

Suddenly, a voice came: "What are you looking at!?"

This voice appeared suddenly, startling Nangong Wumeng. The woman visibly stiffened, somewhat like a cat startled by a pat from behind, her hair bristling.

Immediately, she defiantly stammered: "What, what peeping!"

"I, I, I, I wasn’t peeping, nor was I envious!"

Then she realized, although her cultivation had stalled for years without breaking through to the Seven Heavens Grandmaster realm, her foundation at the Sixth Layer Heaven was actually quite solid. Especially since she often lost her way, accidentally finding red, sweet fruit resembling children growing on trees.

After eating them, her martial skills gradually became more robust.

However, the Grandmaster realm is particularly special; it cannot be broken through by simply accumulating skills. Despite this, her martial skills and Inner Qi are profound, her senses keen. Plus, she has in her hands the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect’s Divine Weapon, making it hard for ordinary Grandmasters to catch her.

Yet this person easily approached her, scaring her, and soon she saw a familiar face—Siming.

Siming chuckled and climbed up on a turtle, exhaling, saying:

"This place is high; blowing in the wind is indeed comfortable!"

Nangong Wumeng looked at him, rolling her eyes. The old man laughed heartily as he climbed up, saying: "Move over a bit for me." Nangong Wumeng unwillingly made space, and Siming sat there, exhaling.

This unparalleled Great Grandmaster of the Yin Yang Family looked at the peaceful world, exhaling with longing. He was friends with Emperor Chen Wu, the first emperor of Ying Country, and Tuyuhun in the past.

Together, they aimed to tear apart the closed and chaotic Red Emperor’s World of that era.

To build a peaceful world.

Initially, they indeed succeeded, but after they succeeded, those heroes who broke the ground and established themselves as kings forgot their former ideals. They agreed to fight side by side, but later when they met, it was with thousands of troops.

Siming visited them one by one, but only came away with complete disappointment.

Now hundreds of years later, desolation passes, and the world has changed again.

Siming looked at the scenery of Jiangnan, unable to help but murmur: "But wondering, can it succeed this time..."

This is the closest the elder who has lingered for hundreds of years in the human world has been to his goal and dream, yet he fears that if he wakes up in a daze, the dream will still be a dream, like ephemeral bubbles in an instant, already scattered like clouds.

Siming heard a firm voice in his ear: "It will definitely succeed."

He looked over, seeing Nangong Wumeng serious.

Nangong Wumeng patted the Divine Weapon at her waist, saying: "We’ve come all the way since the Tenth Year of Tianqi, through to the Eleven Year of Tianqi’s autumn upheaval, to the subsequent campaigns in the Western Regions, and now, the Red Emperor lineage has ended..."

"We’ve already overcome so, so many difficulties."

"We’ve sacrificed so, so much."

"We’ve also crossed countless mountains, rivers, and seas, accomplished one outstanding achievement after another, and now at this moment, how could we lose?!"

"We must win!"

Siming looked at the determination in Nangong Wumeng’s eyes.

This woman, who took the Immortality Pill, still looks as she did back then, beautiful beyond compare, but in her expression is the resolute determination of a true warrior. She is called the Qilin Army’s lucky star and financial star by Mr. Lei and Qibi Li.

But at the same time, she is also the most reliable comrade who joined in the battle outside Zhenbei Pass, fighting alongside the army across various battlefields.

Siming grinned, saying: "Hahaha, good spirit!"

"With this Jin Qi, you can accomplish anything, but after the world is settled, what do you plan to do?"

Nangong Wumeng replied without hesitation: "What else is there?! Of course, I plan to return to the mountains, rebuild the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect lineage of my teacher, accept disciples and pass on martial arts, re-establish our lineage’s mountain gate and legacy, and then old..."

This has always been her goal and what she has told others she would do after leaving the Qilin Army.

So when answering, she did so almost without thinking, fluently.

But as she spoke, she began to slow down, unable to be so determined, so resolute, to the point of stumbling in the end, especially at the last sentence, almost unable to speak it out.

Siming laughed heartily, laughing Nangong Wumeng into ’annoyance’, glaring at him.

Then Siming said: "Old? How could you be old?"

"With your martial talent, and the damn good luck like the God of Wealth’s daughter descending to earth, breaking through the Grandmaster Realm is only a matter of time, isn’t it? Besides, didn’t you take the Immortality Pill refined by Hou Zhongyu?"

"Hahaha, that was refined by Hou Zhongyu back then."

"In another 60 years, your face will probably still be the same, incapable of growing old. So perhaps your dream needs rethinking, carefully considering, and then deciding."