Free Web NovelChapter 1164: Chapter 374: I’ll Help You
Until the last fight of the day had ended on the Arena, Jiang Wang finally retracted his mind that had been immersed in the battle.
By that time, he realized that the stands around were deserted, with hardly a figure in sight.
He had been so engrossed in the fights on the stage that he hadn’t even noticed when Ye Lingxiao and her daughter had left.
However, since True Man Ye had spoken of being cautious, he couldn’t even go to say hello, so it had to be this way.
Yun He was too conspicuous at Guanhe Platform, he could only send a letter after the Yellow River Gathering.
He observed many fights today.
Through the simulations of the Dream Order, he had also exchanged many hands.
Among them were some very spectacular fights.
Of course, limited by his own strength and insight, and the limitations of the Dream Order itself, it was not possible to perfectly replicate every fight. But the brilliance he discerned could be reproduced in part.
After watching so many fights, the one that left the deepest impression on him, besides Lin Xian and Touching Mercy, was an Inner Mansion Realm cultivator from Song Country.
The man’s name was Yin Wenhua.
Song Country should be one of the countries closest to Guanhe Platform, located to the southwest of it.
This country revered Confucianism alone and governed with "propriety."
And Yin Wenhua, besides being from a prestigious Song Country family, was also a disciple of Longmen Academy, one of the Four Great Academies of the World, and a fellow disciple with Zhao Wuyan and Zi Shu.
To the west of Longmen Academy was Song Country, to the east was Wei Country, and directly to the north was Guanhe Platform.
In terms of distance to Guanhe Platform, Longmen Academy was even closer than Song Country.
It is said that when Guanhe Platform was completed, the sacrificial text was drafted by a sage of the Confucianist Gate.
In legend, this sage of Confucianism concentrated his spirit to write, used his blood for ink, and wrote a ten-thousand-word heroic text; after the sacrificial text was finished, he laughed three times and died.
And when the text was cast into the Long River, it carried a mighty song that calmed the raging waves and stopped the torrent.
Later, the disciple of this sage, in memory of his master, found a masterless land south of Guanhe Platform, built a hut to dwell in, and discussed scriptures and teachings.
Many people came to follow the sage’s teachings.
That was the precursor of Longmen Academy.
Including Longmen Academy, like Triple Punishment Palace of Legalists, the Four Great Academies of the World do not prohibit disciples from holding official posts. In Qin, they are Qin Confucianism, in Qi they are Qi Confucianism.
Originally, Mo Family was the same, but after supporting Yong Country, there may be some changes.
Of course, the whole world is watching, and the process is bound to be slow. Perhaps there will be no fundamental changes, or maybe it will come full circle back to the beginning, who knows.
After all, with the scale of the Mo Family, it is really too difficult to initiate change.
Song Country and Wei Country are both great nations, one west and one east, with Longmen Academy between them.
Naturally, they are also influenced by Longmen Academy, only the degree of influence differs between the two countries.
Song Country, which revere Confucianism and governs with propriety, naturally has a flourishing culture, and many officials within the country have studied at Longmen Academy.
Wei Country, on the other hand, values the military doctrines more. Of course, being so close to Longmen Academy, the power of Confucianism in the country would not be weak.
Speaking of which, among these current prominent disciplines, only Military Cultivators have spread the most thoroughly, without their own sacred land, but have branched out into countless sects. There are rarely any unified actions, but in any country, one can see the presence of Military Cultivators. Wherever war breaks out, there is no shortage of military cultivation traditions...
Back to Yin Wenhua.
This man, born into nobility and apprenticed to a famous master, is a very typical aristocratic disciple, with great depth and stable foundations, almost without any weakness. His combat system is very comprehensive and orthodox. Especially his Twenty-Four Solar Terms Swordplay, which is considered sublime.
He is the peer of the same boundary cultivation that has made Jiang Wang the most compelled to unsheathe his sword.
Such a prodigy could almost comfortably handle any situation, any opponent, having a greater chance to go further in the Yellow River Gathering.
For prodigies from small countries like Lin Xian, relying on powerful Divine Skills and Sword Skill, strong as they are. It’s clear they lack the reserves to deal with many contingencies. The sudden attack of a ghost-faced bat threw him off.
In comparison, Yin Wenhua’s sword might not be as vicious as Lin Xian’s woodcutting blade, but if faced with the same emergencies, he would at least be able to resist somewhat.
What defines an era of heroes?
It is these opponents that cause one’s Longsword to hunger for battle, making Jiang Wang refuse to be content with silence and eager to stir the winds of change.
And this is just the preliminary selection of the competition; many cultivators have yet to show their full strength. What’s more, those geniuses from powerful nations of the world haven’t even made an appearance yet.
Jiang Wang doesn’t feel intimidated, but excited. He wants to be part of it and is even somewhat impatient.
Claiming kingship in shallow waters is, after all, child’s play.
To be hailed as a hero among heroes, that is true heroism!
As he left the Arena, turning his back on the Pillar of the Six Unions, suddenly he remembered long ago someone said – "The swords we brothers carry will one day be remembered through the ages."
He didn’t miss that person, but he remembered the words quite well.
Once pledged to be the foremost under the heavens...
He tightened his grip on his sword and asked it in his heart: "Are you ready to be remembered through the ages?"
From the scabbard made of divine dragon wood, Longing only returned a long chant.
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Mu Street.
Unable to encourage Zhao Rucheng to leave the house, and not wanting to face Helian Yunyun’s reprimands, Yuwen Ze hid away, drinking flower wine in the tender land of pleasures.
Among those nobles attending the ceremony, a great part of them could not do without the display of status and the pursuit of pleasure, wherever they were.
Such places were not exclusive to Mu Street.
In the tent perfumed with fragrant incense, beautiful flame lamps swung from the dome above. freeweɓnovel.cøm
Yuwen Ze was having a fierce battle of words with a lady, their exchanges were endless and tangled.
His other hand was meanwhile journeying over mountains and rivers with another lady, exploring the philosophy of life, keeping his fingers joints lively, maintaining his own fists.
After containing himself in the Border Wilderness for three years, he was both arguing principles and cultivating his health.
At this moment, the tent curtain was rolled up.
The evening breeze blew in gustily.
Yuwen Ze shuddered and turned around to curse: "Who the hell..."
Then he saw Zhao Rucheng standing quietly outside, wearing a bronze mask.
The curse was naturally swallowed back.
"Ye Gai."
Though it was in June or July, the river wind at Guanhe Platform was too strong, the evening breeze was especially unkind, easily giving people a chill.
Therefore, Yuwen Ze affectionately embraced two pretty girls, selflessly offering his own warmth.
At the same time, with a troubled expression, he looked at Zhao Rucheng: "It isn’t that I, Yuwen Ze, lack brotherhood, but right now, with your renowned status, it’s a bit... inconvenient."
Zhao Rucheng merely said: "There’s a matter."
His voice... was very cold.
Just like every time he had just returned from the Border Wilderness.
Immediately, Yuwen Ze sat up straight, his hand returned to his side, and his face turned serious: "You two go first."
The two ladies who knew how to reason with Yuwen Ze naturally were quite reasonable, and they skipped any reluctant parting scenes, leaving the room without a murmur.
They left, and the evening breeze that had swept into the room left with them.
The lingering fragrance was intoxicating, yet it carried an emptiness of tenderness.
Zhao Rucheng did not immediately speak.
Yuwen Ze watched him, saying seriously: "Ye Gai, just say the word, as long as it’s within my power."
"Can I still take part in the Yellow River Gathering?" asked Zhao Rucheng.
Yuwen Ze fell silent for a moment.
"If you had mentioned it a few days earlier, there would have been no problem on my end. I could have arranged for you to have a chance to combat Jinge."
He shook his head with a bitter smile: "The preliminary selection has already begun, Ye Gai. Now it’s beyond my capabilities, even the Yuwen Family can’t manage it."
Yuwen Ze did not ask why Zhao Rucheng had suddenly changed his mind, but the situation had indeed exceeded his means.
The selection had already begun, and the Golden Crown Priest would not agree to a replacement. They would not grant another opportunity to allow their own to deplete Jinge’s energy.
No leading powerhouse from any country would agree to such a thing.
Regardless of how much the Yuwen Family might offer.
"I understand," said Zhao Rucheng.
He did not linger.
No one needed to take responsibility for anyone else. Especially since this matter was indeed a sudden change on his own part. Yuwen Ze had done what he could.
He turned around to walk out.
There must be other ways. He thought.
But standing before him was a sprightly girl.
Dressed in sea-blue robes, with a silver swing crown on her head.
She looked at him, her smile blossoming like crabapple flowers in the night.
"Do you want to participate in the Yellow River Gathering?"
Helian Yunyun said: "I’ll help you!"
