Chapter Twenty: Outside the Residence of Wei Ning

aved me."In the darkness that seemed to stretch on forever, Jiang Wang heard a voice say.At this time, he could see nothing, but he could hear very clearly."You could have saved me."This sentence is r...In the year three thousand nine hundred and nineteen of the Dao calendar, I have already attained the supernatural powers of two palaces today.

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Recalling the 15th of June in 1937 on the Taoist calendar, it still feels as if it were yesterday.

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That day, Zuo Guanglie fled to Zhuang's domain, only to be blocked by the Nine Evil Profound Yin Array.

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He displayed his divine power, defeating Gongyang Bai and Mo Jingyu with ease. They had no chance to fight back.

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That day, Li Yiyi came from the west with his sword and beheaded Zuo Guanglie, who was possessed by the true body of Zhuru.

That day he crawled back from the brink of death, officially opened his meridians, and achieved transcendence.

Later on, he had seen and experienced many incredibly exciting battles, some more intense and others at a higher level, but none of them could compare to the initial battle in terms of the impact it had on him.

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From a very young age, he yearned for the scenery of extraordinary worlds.

But that was his first time truly seeing, what it meant to be extraordinary!

At that time, he was curled up in the grass under the altar of a dilapidated temple, waiting to die.

However, the exciting clash of those powerful figures from across the world, the dazzling talents of each nation's prodigies, stirred his soul and brought tears to his eyes.

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He told himself, this was the world he had always longed for, this was it!

So he had worked so hard for this long, yet hadn't reached the transcendent realm. How could he just die without a sound

That was his most helpless and powerless moment, but as he looked up, he saw the scorching sun.

In that fierce battle, Zuo Guanglie still subconsciously shielded him.

Like a blazing sun, it held back the torrential hail of arrows.

Superb power, extraordinary courage, and extraordinary compassion.

Later, with astonishing tenacity, he struggled against his ailing body, amidst the blood and flesh of Zuo Guanglie, seeking with a one in ten thousand hope. And he found that Qi-Opening Pill.

As the sun sets, the beggar swallows a pill.

Death follows birth.

At that time, no one knew that the old pride of heaven had died, and a new pride of heaven had appeared.

But at that time, he had thought that someday, he would also be able to fly through the heavens and earth, coming and going freely in the ethereal realms.

Gongyang Bai, Mo Jingyu, even Zuo Guanglie and Li Yi... things they could do, he could do too!

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Today, I met Mo Jingyu again. He is still as dazzling as ever, attracting everyone's attention.

He has also unlocked his second inner palace and mastered two supernatural powers.

He is no longer a beggar lying in a dilapidated temple, waiting for death, but has the true power to decide his own fate.

Life's experiences, to this extent.

Of course Mo Jingyu wouldn't remember him, nor would he have cared about a starving beggar during the war.

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Jiang Wang still silently took the cloak out of the storage box and put it on his head. It's better to be safe than sorry.

In present-day Yong Nation, if someone is found to be from the Zhuang Nation, they will not die but will be crippled. Others won't care if they have a grudge against Zhuang Gaoxian or not.

"The sun is too bright for my eyes."

He casually explained something to make his actions more justifiable.

People queuing up before and behind him to offer gifts, ignored him.

All eyes were on Mo Jingyu.

It is common knowledge that today, the Mo Family is Yong Ting's greatest reliance. Talented individuals from the Mo Family are naturally sought after by the powerful elite of Yong Nation.

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And the fact that Mo Jingyu came to the Weining Marquis' Mansion to celebrate his birthday, the political implications behind this are unavoidable and have many people pondering.

But among these people lining up to give birthday gifts, naturally few understand the actual situation. All they have are guesses. It's just laughable.

Compared to others, Jiang Wang had more doubts.

If he remembered correctly, Mo Jingyu should be Qin Mo. Back then, he and Gongyang Bai were ordered by King Win Wu to set an ambush and kill Zuo Guanglie.

The Qin state was the strongest country in the world. Its attitude towards the power of sects has always been "control all families and use them for my own purposes." In this regard, it is similar to the State of Qi.

Just as Yue Leng was first a person from Qi and then a disciple of the Legalists.

Qin Mo is also Qin Zai Mo first.

Mo Jingyu was first a Qin official, and then a disciple of the Mohist school.

But the problem is that, at present, Yong Guo adheres to "abolishing a hundred schools of thought and giving exclusive respect to Mohist learning."

In the foreseeable future, it is inevitable that there will be confusion about whether Yongmo's origin lies in ink preceding Yong or Yong preceding ink. Time is needed to clarify this.

Although Mo Gate is trying to support Yong Guo as their first attempt at tilting resources towards a nation, it's not Jucheng yet. It's still Yong Guo.

Mo Jingyu, a man from Qin State, came to Yong State for what purpose And he became such a distinguished guest of the Duke of Wei Ning in Yong State

Even hearing discussions from those around him, he was still shouldering a certain leadership responsibility among the Mohist disciples in Yong Guo.

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Is Mo Jingyu completely back to the Mo family now Or is he shouldering other missions

"Hey!"

A big, fat hand patted him on the shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Jiang Wang turned back and saw a fat man with a fierce expression, carrying a steel knife in his hand.

Originally, a middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy businessman was behind him, but he was also squeezed to the back.

"Queue jumping is wrong," Jiang Wang said.

“What are you cutting in line for!” A thin guy darted out from the side, waving his hand upwards and attempting to snatch his hat.

Jiang Wang lightly retreated, dodging it.

"Remember Grandpa" The skinny kid said, even though his hand had missed, he was still very arrogant.

"Just get to the point, or..." Jiang Wang sighed: "I'm going to call for help."

"Huh Calling me" The fat man shouted angrily, "Don't you even bother to find out, I'm Lao San Zheng..."

The steward at the gate of the Wei Ning Hou Mansion glanced this way from afar.

His voice immediately dropped: "Will calling for help do anything Could you possibly stay in the Wēníng Houfu forever"

“That’s right!” The skinny man chimed in: “You stole Fourth Master’s hat and you dare to call others out The Wei Ning Marquis Mansion will not tolerate a petty thief like you!”

It was actually the hat that was recognized...

Jiang Wang really didn't expect this kind of accident. A straw hat he casually "bought" would actually meet the person in need in such a faraway place.

To my surprise, this ordinary rain hat was actually recognized!

He sighed deeply: "Didn't I give him the silver"

"You dare insult my Master with silver!" Old Zheng, the third master, was furious. "Is this about silver"

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"Are the grandfathers short of silver!" the thin one chimed in.

"Fine." Jiang Wang removed his cloak and held it forward. "I shouldn't have insulted you. I'll return your cloak, and you return my silver."

Old Zheng was furious, but he was afraid of disturbing the manager at Marquis House, so he kept his voice low, which greatly diminished his imposing manner. "You say take, then take! You say return, then return What do you think my third master is"

Jiang Wang really didn't want to draw attention to himself at this time, so he sighed and said: "What do you want to do"

“If you have to pay!” said the thin man, pushing forward.

Old Zheng remained silent, only shaking the steel knife in his hand.

Jiang Wang looked at the two clueless fellows, one fat and one thin, and couldn't help sighing again: "So it's not a matter of silver, but a matter of not having enough silver Then you tell me, how much do you want"

“Fifty taels!” The skinny man blurted out. Zheng Lao San kicked him in the heels with his foot, then immediately changed his words: “Wouldn’t that insult your Fourth Master At least eighty taels!”

“Here you go.” Jiang Wang said readily, “After I give this to you, can you stop bothering me”

“It’s not really about the money, it’s more about attitude.” The fat man patted his chest: “Zheng Lao San speaks and does!”

Then a skinny man piped up, "I'm Li Lao Si, too!"

Jiang Wang directly took out eighty taels of silver and handed it to them: "Are we clear"

"Of course!"

Turning, he walked backwards, his large frame surprisingly agile as it changed direction.

Lao Si also followed diligently.

Jiang Wang shook his head, not taking it to heart. For an extraordinary cultivator, such a sum of gold and silver was insignificant.

Of course, more importantly—

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