Peace Order

Chapter 1897: Chapter 13: The Battle Begins!

"You must win the final victory."

"You must open up an era of Taiping for the world."

"You must fulfill your long-cherished wish."

Li Zhaowen withdrew her palm and turned around with carefree ease. She clasped her hands behind her back and stretched lazily; that languid manner scattered the heroic sharpness about her as she said, "As for what I myself want, of course I’ll rely on myself to get it!"

"All right then, what I wanted to say has been said, the promises and agreements I wanted have also been spoken. This Duke is going to rally the troops and move forward according to plan now. Your Majesty Emperor Qin, let us drink again after our great victory."

She exhaled softly and strode forward, her side-locks falling and flying. Her phoenix eyes turned slightly as she looked at Emperor Qin, a faint smile on her lips as she spoke lightly; amidst that valiant face and bearing, there suddenly appeared a few strands of lazy seductiveness. "A Martial Arts Legend is no difficult thing either."

"You and I have long lifespans."

"The story between us is still going to be a very long one."

"My Emperor Qin."

Li Zhaowen left with an easy, unhurried grace.

Outside the Heavenly Strategy Mansion, the logistics general Changsun Wuchou, who had been hiding, clutched at his heart and his stomach. This old veteran of forty-seven held his chest, looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh, so choked he was speechless.

"At last, at last."

"The matter I’ve been chasing for over ten years has finally shown some progress."

"Even my old stomach doesn’t hurt anymore!"

He raised his head and saw the dangerous smile on Li Zhaowen’s face. "General Zhangsun, what exactly are you doing here?"

Changsun Wuchou: "..."

The corner of his mouth twitched. "J-just got lost, I got lost!"

"Ah-hahaha, well, uh, Mr. Yan Daiqing’s yamen isn’t here, is that it? No wonder I couldn’t find Mr. Yan Daiqing anywhere, ha, hahaha..."

Changsun Wuchou turned tail and ran.

He did have talent, but at forty-seven, he was still only at the Sixth Layer Heaven. Compared to ten years ago he had indeed made a breakthrough of one layer, but the Grandmaster Realm was like a heavenly chasm; it was not so easily crossed.

In the several hundred years of the previous era, there had never been as many Grandmasters as in these past decades.

The top thirty on the Divine General List were all Divine Generals in the Grandmaster body.

This was a truly terrifying lineup.

Only a great state of the Central Plains, having fought a brutal war for several hundred years, could possibly, in that endless vortex of battlefields, forcibly forge such a situation and such a spirit— as though it had exhausted the heroic will and the blood of the common folk of those centuries, to create such a brilliant and magnificent age.

Li Zhaowen let Changsun Wuchou go to make all the various logistical preparations.

Standing alone between heaven and earth, she nevertheless felt it was a little bit hot. She exhaled a breath, raised a hand to lift the strands of hair at her temples. The rims of her ears were already entirely red.

"The weather is really hot."

......

The final three days. Over these three years, Breaking Army had long since arranged all troop movements. The troops moved, the various generals went to handle their own affairs, and Li Guanyi also laid down his weapons and left the world, returning to the Murong Family to accompany his aunt Murong Qiushui.

"Aaah, foster-father daddy!!!"

"Take my sword!"

In the courtyard of the Murong Family, a little girl of about five or six, with two horn-like braids, held a wooden sword in her hand, pinched a sword technique, and pounced at Li Guanyi in front of her. Her feet stepped in the Seven Star Step Technique, yet it was actually the old Chen Family’s Martial art, the Chasing Wind Step.

Her cultivation foundation could not be called especially deep or solid yet, but she could still be considered a disciple of a renowned lineage.

It was the Red Dragon Suppressing Nine Provinces Divine Skill personally passed down by Yue Qianfeng.

That strand of Red Dragon Energy was as pure as pure could be. Back then, when Yue Qianfeng taught this little girl Martial Arts, she was only three or four. Yue Qianfeng was such a great hero, having experienced countless battlefields in his life and yet remaining Undying, incomparably fierce and brave; but at that time, when Chang Ning’er’s little palm pressed into his palm, that tiny hand actually made his eyes redden.

Back then, Ji Yanzhong had passed the Red Dragon Power—this top-tier Divine Skill that excelled at explosive force—on to that tiny bandit. Later, that little bandit became a famed general of the world, and in a small broken temple passed the Martial art on to the then-small Pharmacist.

Time flowed; the world turned and turned.

And now, Yue Qianfeng passed the Martial art on to Chang Ning’er.

The tale could be said to have reached its Perfection.

Old Yue Qianfeng wiped away his old tears and went back to the front lines to fight again. The little girl grew up at Murong Qiushui’s side, practiced Martial arts and swordsmanship; when she saw Emperor Qin return and knew it was her foster father, she took up a long sword and ran to him. Li Guanyi, in a blue robe, with one hand clasped behind his back, held a willow branch in his other hand and easily stopped the little girl’s sword technique.

Beside them, an old man was turning somersaults and laughing. "Good, good!"

"Good Ning’er, poke at the armpit of his clothes—this sword is called ’Immortal Pointing the Way’. It was supposed to point at his vital spots, but you’re still too short, so you can only poke at his ticklish points."

"Wonderful, wonderful, this One Sword is good!"

This was none other than the old master Chen Chengbi. He and Chen Qingyan had stayed in Jiangnan to protect Murong Qiushui. Chen Qingyan had long known Murong Qiushui since youth; there had been some entanglements in the past, but now that a thousand sails had passed, they had dissipated like clouds and smoke, and the relationship between the two had instead become much better.

Now, seeing the glorious summer sunshine and that the afternoon was not so hot, Emperor Qin was personally practicing Martial Arts with Chang Ning’er. Perhaps because she had grown up at Murong Qiushui’s side from childhood, and with this old master Chen Chengbi giving pointers from the side, Chang Ning’er had a very tough and lively temperament.

Exhausted and panting heavily, she still refused to let go of the wooden sword in her hand.

Li Guanyi saw she was tired and deliberately relaxed his defenses. The little girl’s eyes lit up; she strode forward and slashed horizontally with One Sword, cutting at Emperor Qin’s sleeve. Li Guanyi cooperated very well, letting out an "aiya" and showing a look of regret on his face.

The little girl immediately brightened with joy and shouted loudly, "I won!"

Li Guanyi cooperated, saying, "Yes, yes, heroine little Ning’er is formidable."