Free Web NovelChapter 2171: Chapter 229: Sunrise_2
The sound of his voice rolled through the ponytail, falling into the wind of the chilly spring, warming yet still carrying cold.
"All we need is elite troops, all we need is speed."
"What is the vanguard? Whoever reaches Guiyi City first, that’s the true forerunner among a million troops!"
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The coolness of the spring breeze descends peacefully.
Sitting in a quiet chamber, Ren Qiuli lets out a gentle sigh.
This room can isolate all qi mechanisms, minimizing the exposure of Southern Dipper Palace’s combat information.
Of course, now it’s not so tense, as Yisheng Feng secretly headed to the eastern battlefield days ago.
Her sigh is as light and faint as the thin smoke from the incense beside her—this is Phoenix Seal Incense, gained by Yisheng Feng after many life-and-death encounters in Yu Yuan, especially dedicated to her.
Despite the collision of national powers, all divinations become blurry.
Yet there’s still a mystical sense, providing her an answer.
Lu Shuanghe’s true disciple, Yisheng Feng, has died in battle...
The child to whom she imparted the steps of heavenly mechanisms, the stubborn, unyielding little swordsman.
The long and enduring path of cultivation ended in the spring of the 3921st year of the Dao Calendar.
To wither away in the season of blossoming, in the vibrant pulse of life, is indeed a sorrowful solitude.
Knowing long ago the Heavenly Dao is indifferent, like ripples through the human world. She still finds it hard to clarify exactly why her sigh emerged.
She understands well that the boy held no genuine affection for anyone.
Yet when he returned with these blood-stained hands, offering this Phoenix Seal Incense, wasn’t there perhaps a hint of closeness in his heart?
The sixteen years he lived in Southern Dipper Palace were, after all, real and undeniably genuine years.
Sixteen years of life’s ups and downs turned him from a silent child into a sharp Southern Dipper true disciple—all of which she has observed.
She watched this child grow up.
Aloofness is a good trait, more akin to indifference, closer to the true nature of the Dao.
Yet one as naturally aloof as Yisheng Feng, cannot break the attachment to self, nor forget the beginning of his Taoist journey...
This is ultimately not true detachment.
But speaking of it, as one grows old so does the heart, who can truly remain untouched by all matters?
If back at the riverside in Fengxi Town, Lu Shuanghe hadn’t watched coldly, but had instead extended his sword to help Yisheng Feng decisively sever those causes and effects?
Would today’s Yisheng Feng be genuinely faultless, flawless, and regret-free?
As this thought arises, a strand of hair on her forehead suddenly breaks, floating down before her. During its descent, it withers, losing all luster.
Ren Qiuli snaps off this dreadful thought.
Diviners most fear reckless involvement in causes and effects.
Once you start underestimating fate, fate will respond with cruelty.
"Human calculations are never better than those of heaven; those who recklessly talk of fortune don’t enter the gate of heavenly mechanisms."
Ren Qiuli mutters this phrase.
For some reason, she suddenly recalls when Yisheng Feng decided to come to Summer Country, Lu Shuanghe hadn’t said anything.
Longing is still a fickle lover.
The crossroads of fate, to go left or go right.
Lu Shuanghe simply watches.
And even she, as a True Man of heavenly mechanisms, cannot rashly judge right or wrong.
"True Man."
Someone softly calls outside the door.
Although a transaction exists between Lord Changsheng and King Wu of Summer Country.
To the folks at Southern Dipper Palace, this is entirely a voluntary action.
Summer Country has offered high conditions, but all True Men have their duties, and none are willing to come.
She alone must represent Southern Dipper Palace on this journey.
Having sat in this quiet chamber for so long, it’s finally time for her to take action.
With a swirl of her Daoist Robe, Ren Qiuli now stands outside the door.
Waiting at the door is the Family Head of Tai Clan, Tai Xu, who possesses the cultivation of the God Descending Realm.
A mighty one, whose spiritual body should possess immortality, yet now his fatigue is apparent...though his eyes still hold a stubborn spirit, making him formidable.
This spirit she had once seen in Tai Hua, who trekked across thousands of mountains and comprehended the heavenly movement and Formation Dao...
"True Man, please follow me."
"Where to?"
"Youping."
Ren Qiuli’s heart fleetingly captures a name—Chen Fu.
The Imperial Court Adviser of Qi Country, who declared "Freedom is unrestricted by rules, and virtue can forgive all without constraint." And also the commander in charge of the northern line in this Qi Xia war for Qi.
Then she realizes what this action represents, and what Summer Country has sacrificed for it...
What a grand maneuver!
"Who’s responsible for this?" she couldn’t help but ask.
In Summer Country, who indeed would dare defy the world like this?
Could it be the person responsible for the northern line in Summer Country, Chu Gongyi? Yet this True Man has long forsaken political matters, now returning in crisis, can he truly bear such a responsibility?
Tai Xu hesitates a moment and says, "It’s the State Preceptor."
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"Let’s go," Ren Qiuli simply says.
Already hearing the sound of troops gathering, every unit within Yang City has rotated on the city walls no less than twenty times.
Wondering if Lord Changsheng will strike this time?
It’s regrettable...cannot witness it personally.
Since the Chu Emperor stripped him of his imperial title, Lord Changsheng rarely emerges into the world, often cultivating beyond the Heavens. Only recently returned to the Southern Territory, yet has not showcased his power in front of others. It’s still unknown what he has gained over these years, and how much his strength has advanced to an unfathomable realm.
In any case, each meeting leaves her feeling increasingly perplexed.
Yet, it is what it is.
She is curious about Lord Changsheng’s current power, but is indifferent to the outcome between Qi Xia.
She thinks, regarding Yisheng Feng’s death...
Lu Shuanghe probably doesn’t mind either.
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"Chi Mengfu!" "Chi Mengfu!" "Chi Mengfu!"
