"Han Juan! What do you want to do!"

"You dare, you bastard!"

"Why are you still standing there? Quickly kill this evil obstacle!"

Han Juan's actions made everyone's scalp tingle.

Especially for the Ji clan, they were even more furious.

They had been waiting for this day for so long!

They were about to succeed!

The weak country that had been bullied for years was about to rise.

The country that could only watch other countries dominate and envy their power was about to have the power to compete.

The family that had been dependent on others for many years was about to establish their own power.

The ruler of the world, who had been weakened for nearly a thousand years, was about to rise again.

But what happened?

Suddenly, Han Juan appeared?

It was like running a thousand miles.

Just to celebrate his mother's 60th birthday.

But when he arrived home.

His mother had died.

This feeling was even worse than his mother exploding!

Who could bear this?

Immediately, countless attacks were launched towards Han Juan, including the ultimate moves of powerful warriors, including Han Zhe's ultimate technique, as he was the fastest to react.

At this moment, the sword intent hidden in Han Juan's blood had already exploded in the Muye Monument.

Finally, a relieved smile appeared on his face.

He watched as the attacks swept through the sky like a storm.

He slowly closed his eyes.

But at this moment.

Suddenly, more than a dozen naked muscular men appeared out of thin air and rushed towards Han Juan's illusion, using their bare backs and buttocks to withstand the attacks.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

There were only a few people in the world who could withstand such a fierce bombardment.

These dozen or so naked muscular men were clearly not among them, and they all exploded in an instant.

But the scene that people expected, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, did not happen. Instead, there was a burst of yellow smoke.

In the air.

It seemed to be filled with the fragrance of beans!

Bean fragrance?

Could it be the South Palace family's "Scattering Beans into Soldiers"?

But when their puppets died, there was no bean fragrance!

It was really strange!

After the yellow smoke dissipated, Han Juan's illusion had disappeared without a trace, and it was unknown whether it had dissipated along with the dozen or so muscular men.

What was going on?

Everyone was a bit confused.

But inside the Muye Monument, there were still continuous cracking sounds. Although Han Juan was gone, he had caused serious damage to the Muye Monument, and it still felt like it was about to collapse.

Seeing the cracks on the Muye Monument increasing, and the several zhang tall monument trembling violently.

The Ji clan's ritual official shouted in despair.

"Follow me, quickly save the Muye Monument!"

This was like someone barging in while taking a bath, whether to cover the face or the butt.

In an emergency, when anger filled their hearts, they instinctively attacked Han Juan, which was equivalent to covering their faces.

But now their faces were gone.

They could only cover their butts.

Everyone woke up from their daze and quickly ran behind the Ji clan's ritual official.

Under the guidance of the Ji clan's ritual official, the remaining families used medicinal liquid and crazily infused it with their energy. For a while, the new blood crystals became extremely bright and began to repair the horrifying cracks in the Muye Monument.

For a while.

There was chaos around the Muye Monument.

And Ying Wuji, taking advantage of the chaos, retrieved a complete yellow bean from a pile of yellow bean sauce.

He let out a long sigh of relief.

This Han Juan.

He was really amazing!

When he was cutting his bones and flesh, he felt a very familiar aura in that pool of blood.

He didn't expect that it was all sword intent.

"Cough cough, thank you, Brother Ying!"

A weak thought came from the palm of his hand.

Ying Wuji rolled his eyes. "You have such a beautiful imagination. You come to show off, and I have to clean up after you?"

Han Juan smiled bitterly. "It was a last resort!"

Ying Wuji shook his head and didn't know what to say to this Taoist priest.

Although he usually had a look of seeing through the world, when he ended his own life just now, he was extremely carefree.

But it could be seen that he still had a slight attachment to the mortal world.

It's just that the mortal world wasn't worth being attached to.

He asked, "What are you planning to do now? You don't have a physical body anymore."

Han Juan fell silent for a moment. "I would like to trouble Brother Ying to let me stay for a while. After I figure out the path of spiritual cultivation, I will leave on my own and not burden Brother Ying."

"No need for that."

Ying Wuji smiled. "I see that you just broke through to the thirteenth level of Gathering Spirit. I am very interested in the path of spiritual cultivation. This time, you have offended the Ji clan, and I'm sure you won't be able to stay elsewhere.

You have done a great favor for the Li Kingdom. I will go back and talk to my father about it. Li Kingdom may not be without a place for you."

"Thank you!"

Han Juan no longer held back. "By the way, Brother Ying! This yellow bean is quite magical. Why can it contain a person's spirit?"

Nonsense!

This is not an ordinary yellow bean.

This is from Wang Wei's poem...

No, that's not right.

This is the yellow bean from "Scattering Beans into Soldiers"!

From the moment it was affected by the divine power, it could transform into a naked muscular man at any time. At the very least, it could be considered a high-quality puppet. It could temporarily house a soul without any problems.

Ying Wuji rolled his eyes. "Why should I tell you?"

Han Juan asked again, "It's a bit crowded after all. Can you give me another place to stay? I think your sword is pretty good!"

Ying Wuji remained expressionless. "Forget it!"

Just kidding.

It was a gift from his wife!

Can he let you stay?He took out a few soybeans from his pocket and held them together: "Brother, let me arrange a suite for you first. If you get tired of this room, you can switch to another one."

Han Juan: "......"

This magical suite.

I'm really amazed!

While the two were chatting, there was a commotion in front of the Muye Monument.

The Muye Monument was now full of cracks. Although the trembling had stopped, the faint sound of jade cracking continued.

Instead, the medicinal liquid that had absorbed countless energy had been completely depleted.

What should we do?

What should we do?

Everyone was anxious.

As they watched the Muye Monument become dimmer and dimmer.

The official with the surname Ji couldn't sit still and said in a mournful voice, "There were seventeen portions of the medicinal liquid, and the Ji family has used three portions. We only used twelve portions for repairs. Where are the remaining two portions?"

For a moment.

Everyone looked around.

In the end.

Their gaze fell on Ying Wuji and Ying Wuque.

Anger flashed in their eyes.

Where did these two brothers come from?

The official with the surname Ji hurriedly walked over and looked at Ying Wuque, "Young Master Wuque, the Muye Monument has been severely damaged. Please return the medicinal liquid to us!"

Ying Wuque remained calm, "The Ji family wanted to discuss the conditions for opening the tomb, and one of the conditions was that we have more medicinal liquid than others. Now that the tomb is open, why do you want to take back the medicinal liquid? Who does business like this in the world?"

The official with the surname Ji didn't speak, but his face turned ugly.

And the others, their gazes towards Ying Wuque were filled with anxiety.

Seeing that the emotions were brewing, Ying Wuque laughed and stood up, taking out the medicinal liquid from his pocket and handing it over, "The people of Kingdom Qian are most fond of doing good deeds. Since the Ji family is in urgent need, we will lend it to you for now. Take it!"

Ying Wuji: "......"

Tsk tsk!

You're good at pretending.

The official with the surname Ji's expression improved a bit, and he turned to Ying Wuji, "What about the portion from the Zhao family?"

Ying Wuji smirked.

Damn it!

They're ganging up on us.

Now that they're in trouble, they remember us?

What?

You want the medicinal liquid from us so you can continue to bully us?

He crossed his legs, "Oh? The medicinal liquid, I thought it would be useless after seeing the Muye Monument shattered, but I didn't want to waste it, so I drank it directly!"

Drank it?

Drank it!

I don't believe you.

The official with the surname Ji was almost furious, but he could only suppress his anger and said, "Young Master, please don't joke around. Everyone is in a hurry, so stop joking."

Ying Wuji stood up and looked him up and down, "Joking? Then why aren't you laughing? Everyone knows that I have a great sense of humor. You say I'm joking, but you're not laughing. Are you mocking my business ability declining?"

The official with the surname Ji: "???"

The sound of the Muye Monument cracking continued to be heard.

He couldn't suppress his anger anymore, "Are you planning to be enemies with the world, Young Master?"

"Enemies with the world? Huh, that's a big accusation!"

Ying Wuji sneered, "First of all, this medicinal liquid is ours! Secondly, I drank my own things and don't need to report to you! This official accuses me of being enemies with the world. Are you planning to cut open my stomach to check?"

Before his words fell.

The sound of swords being unsheathed resounded in the surroundings.

The soldiers accompanying them were all from Kingdom Li, guarding the old capital, and half of them were from the Zhao family's army.

Nearly ten thousand swords were unsheathed, and the air was filled with a chilling murderous intent, making everyone silent.

The official with the surname Ji's body stiffened, and he stared at Ying Wuji with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

Ying Wuji looked at him for a while and suddenly smiled, "I, Ying Wuji, am a businessman, and the most important thing for me is integrity! If I say I drank it, then I drank it. In such a difficult situation, I can't afford this blame. If this matter spreads, our business will suffer. My stomach is here, please clear my name, official!"

As he spoke.

He directly took out a dagger from his pocket.

In front of everyone, he slowly placed it in the hand of the official with the surname Ji.

The official with the surname Ji: "Ah..."

Everyone present: "Ah..."

Ying Wuque also looked at Ying Wuji in astonishment. He didn't expect his half-brother to be so ruthless.

Damn beast.

He's even better at showing off in front of others than I am?

The official with the surname Ji held the hilt of the dagger, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his face was extremely embarrassed, "Ah, you, Young Master, you see how this matter has caused a commotion. I'm not questioning whether Young Master is lying, sigh!"

He admitted that he had made a mistake just now.

Because on this journey, he had already assumed that the Ji family alliance had been established.

His mentality had also changed from being a powerless official of the Zhou Dynasty to a powerful minister who was highly regarded by the Ji family.

But now.

The Muye Monument had cooled down.

But his mentality hadn't returned.

He completely forgot that this was Zhao family's territory.

In front of nearly ten thousand soldiers, would he really cut open the stomach of the popular Young Master?

Am I crazy?

Even if there was still a part of the Qian Kingdom's army here.

But Ying Wuji was also a prince of the Qian Kingdom!

Do you expect them to lay a hand on their own prince?

Not to mention cutting open Ying Wuji's stomach.

As long as he dared to unsheathe the dagger, the soldiers here would dare to chop him into minced meat.

And the reason was extremely justifiable.

Ying Wuji looked at him indifferently, "Please clear my name, official, and tell the world whether I drank it or not."

"Young Master, please stop joking!"

The official with the surname Ji finally understood and had a bright smile on his face: "Lord Fuma's rosy complexion is all thanks to the effect of the medicine he drank. It's understandable that Lord Fuma would drink his own things. Why would I need to cut open Lord Fuma's belly to check his belongings?"

Everyone: "..."

Ying Wuque: "..."

Ying Wuji smiled and said, "So you mean I'm innocent?"

The official with the surname Ji smiled and said, "Of course Lord Fuma is innocent!"

Ying Wuji said, "Your voice is not loud enough!"

The official with the surname Ji shouted, "Of course Lord Fuma is innocent!"

Only then did Ying Wuji sit down, yawned, and waved his hand, "Official, go and repair the Muye Monument. If I delay too long, I will let down the people of the world!"

The official with the surname Ji: "..."

His face turned red.

But he could only turn around and leave, his voice already angry and distorted: "Go!"

Then.

The same operation produced the medicine and repaired the key cracks inside the Muye Monument.

After everything was done.

Although the cracking sound had stopped, the Muye Monument was still covered in cracks, like broken glass glued together. Although it looked intact, it made people cautious and dare not touch it at all.

They were afraid that if they weren't careful, the entire Muye Monument would turn into ashes.

And the overall color of the Muye Monument was several times dimmer than before.

According to Ying Wuji's estimation, this so-called bloodline rule probably only had a little over 20% of its peak power.

The official with the surname Ji had an extremely ugly expression, but he could only apologize to Ying Wuji and Ying Wuque, "Two young masters, the Muye Monument has suffered heavy damage and needs the Zhou royal family to spend a great price to repair it. It will be able to arrive within three days. I wonder if the royal families of both countries can make it convenient and not block the old capital?"

Repair?

Repair your mother's leg!

Ying Wuji was about to refuse, but he heard Han Juan's voice transmission.

"Brother Ying! The Muye Monument is filled with the injuries left by my sword intent. It is already difficult to recover. Even if they repair the most severe cracks, it will only be barely surviving and there will be no possibility of further recovery. There's no need to put yourself in an unjust situation because of this!"

Ying Wuji waved his hand, "Kingdom Li has no objections. Ask the little wall lamp from Kingdom Qian!"

Ying Wuque: "???"

Who are you calling a little wall lamp?

Seeing the official with the surname Ji's smile with flattery, he could only smile and say, "Rest assured! The Muye Monument is a precious treasure of the world. How can our Kingdom Qian stop the repairs? All the major clans in the world are connected to it. We don't want to trouble the Zhou royal family!"

Of course, he wouldn't stop it.

He was just stalling earlier to sell a favor.

He had more positive feelings towards the Muye Monument, after all, he also wanted a son with the awakened Zhuanxu's body.

The bloodline rule must not be abolished!

Ying Wuji glanced at everyone and waved his hand, "Since the Muye Monument has the Zhou royal family to worry about, let's all disperse!"

Everyone looked at each other.

No one expected that the blood sacrifice to the Muye Monument would end like this.

They looked at the mess on the ground and felt like they had traveled through time.

Leaving, of course, they didn't want to leave.

Especially the various families with the surname Ji, they couldn't accept the feeling of their dreams being shattered.

On the other hand, the psychological pressure on the Kingdoms Qi and Chu was slightly smaller, so they left the space where the Muye Monument was located first.

Even if the Ji families didn't want to, they could only leave with them.

Among the crowd.

Ying Wuji undoubtedly caught a glimpse of Han Zhe and felt that he looked lost, as if he had aged ten years out of thin air.

Tsk tsk.

Although Ying Wuque's mood was also complicated.

He couldn't help but feel relieved.

Finally, no one was forcing him to give up his pure love!

But he couldn't let his guard down either.

Because the division of the Great Li was inevitable, it was only a matter of time. After all, no one wanted to be sucked dry by the Zhao clan, especially the terrifying blood-sucking ability displayed by the new land of the Great Li.

After today, the Wei and Han families would definitely try their best to find legal legitimacy for establishing their own countries.

It was not easy, indeed.

But it was a matter of time.

If it took more than three years, the Wei and Han families would truly be sucked dry. They were anxious.

If Li Caimei hadn't given birth to the Zhao clan's son by then, she would probably be forced to marry someone else by the king and Li Xiejiang.

No way!

Ying Wuque thought for a moment and felt that his pure love was in danger.

After thinking for a long time, he caught up with Ying Wuji, "Wuji! The Crown Prince of the Great Li has been married for many years without any offspring. Is it because Zhao Ning is incapable, or is it Li Caimei?"

It would have been fine if he didn't mention this.

But as soon as he mentioned it, Ying Wuji couldn't help but get angry?

What?

The division of the three families hasn't happened yet.

Are you, this yellow-haired dog, in a hurry?

His gaze turned cold, "What's it to you?"

Ying Wuque: "..."

He couldn't help but shudder.

Because of Ying Wuji's gaze just now, he had no doubt that if Ying Wuji had a chance, he would smash his head.

Ying Wuque couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart as Ying Wuji left without looking back.

A strong resentment grew in his heart.

A mere second-grade Spirit Embryo, dare to pretend with me?

You can only pretend for now.

Wait until I break through the Embryonic Transformation Realm. Don't let me encounter you at the Sword Immortal Conference, or I'll smash your head!

...

It was already late in the day.

The envoys sent by each country did not leave immediately.

Instead, they set up camp near the old capital.

However, except for the Zhao clan's camp, each camp had a different atmosphere of oppression.

Among them.

The Zhou royal family and the Wei family were particularly affected.

In order to revive the bloodline rule this time, they each sacrificed ten elite soldiers.

Although these people had their own guilt, with cultivation, they could have become the backbone of their respective families.

But now.

These young people are all useless, lying in their respective tents and wailing, but their efforts have not received any rewards. The blood essence has not condensed into blood crystals and has dissipated with the broken Mu Ye Monument.

Heartache!

But compared to losing a promising young person, the failure of the Ji Clan Alliance is what really pains them.

The Wei and Han families have lost the possibility of establishing their own countries.

The Zhou royal family has also lost the opportunity to regain its prestige.

In the main tent of the Ji Clan.

Everyone around the conference table looks gloomy.

Wei Huan's face darkens: "So the Mu Ye Monument really can't be completely repaired?"

The Ji Clan ritual official's expression is solemn: "The Mu Ye Monument is severely damaged, with countless cracks inside. Even if the Zhou royal family exhausts all means, it can only prevent it from further decay."

Wei Huan's face is displeased: "So you're saying that the Ji Clan Alliance is completely gone?"

This is also the question that everyone is concerned about.

All eyes are on the face of the Ji Clan ritual official.

The Ji Clan ritual official hurriedly said: "That's not the case! We just need to wait a little longer until the Mu Ye Monument is mostly restored and can withstand the changes made by the He Sect. Then the alliance can still exist!"

Upon hearing this, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There is still hope for the Ji Clan Alliance.

In fact, the current situation in the world is already quite unfavorable for the Ji Clan.

The Western Qian, Northern Li, Southern Chu, and Eastern Qi Kingdoms are all growing rapidly. Qian Kingdom has three enemies, and the Zhao Clan's reform has swallowed new territories.

Although the Chu Kingdom's reform is not complete, its geographical advantage is great, and its development is not restricted at all.

The Tian and Qi families have completely marginalized the Jiang Clan, and their foundation is strong. The reform has also been put on the agenda.

On the other hand, the Ji Clan has its own weaknesses.

This alliance is of great significance.

The alliance is not only for the so-called bloodline enhancement, but more importantly, it serves as an arbitrator among the Ji Clan countries. If even the Zhou royal family sitting in the position of the arbitrator lacks authority, who can guarantee that the alliance countries will not invade each other?

And without the authority of the Zhou royal family, the Wei and Han families cannot even admit their own countries.

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The He Sect.

It must be united.

Wei Huan frowned and asked: "How many years will it take?"

The Ji Clan ritual official's expression was grim: "It depends on the speed of the Mu Ye Monument's recovery, at least one year, at most three years!"

Upon hearing this answer, the faces of the Wei and Han families became extremely conflicted.

This is a range that can be reluctantly accepted.

But the Wei and Han families will definitely suffer greatly from the Zhao Clan's exploitation.

If the national strength really weakens to a certain extent, the position of the Ji Clan Alliance will surely decline.

Therefore, the main task in the next one to three years is to resist the Zhao Clan's exploitation!

This is truly not a glorious task.

Han Zhe's face turned pale: "How can we enter the tomb plate at that time?"

The Ji Clan ritual official said in a deep voice: "At that time, Ji Clan officials will carry the bodies of their twin brothers, pretending that they died from backlash, and their true bodies will enter the Capital of the Great Ming through the Mu Ye Monument!"

"Excellent!"

Everyone agreed. This is also the only way.

And the cost is enormous.

The old capital of the Great Ming is guarded by our sect, and the environment inside is very easy to disturb one's mind.

This person needs to hide inside for a whole year, and it also requires sacrificing a twin brother.

It's really ruthless!

But there is no other way. The Zhou royal family must show such sincerity.

Although there is a huge gap between reality and ideals in this trip.

But everyone is reluctantly satisfied with the results presented by the Zhou royal family.

After discussing the details, the Ji Clan members finally dispersed.

After leaving the camp, the two brothers from the Han family silently returned to their own camp. There was no conversation along the way, and the atmosphere was suffocating.

Just as Han Zhe was about to turn around and go back to rest.

Han You suddenly said, "Big brother, let's have a meeting. The elders are waiting for you!"

Han Zhe's face was grim: "What meeting? I never said I wanted to have a meeting!"

Han You said in a deep voice, "I'm the one who said we should have a meeting! Did Han Juan's actions today really come from your instructions?"

Han Zhe: "???"

The two brothers stared at each other for a long time.

Their eyes became colder and colder.

Han You allowed Han Zhe's gaze to scrape against his skin like a sharp blade, but his heart was burning hot.

Whether it was Han Zhe who gave the instructions or not, it no longer mattered.

What mattered was that he had to make sure it was Han Zhe.

The Han family's establishment of a country failed today.

But it will only take a maximum of three years.

Han You wants to sit on the throne of the Han King.

And more importantly, he believes that his older brother is not worthy of it.

Han Zhe's gaze was indifferent. He knew he couldn't escape this disaster, so he waved his hand and said, "Then let's have a meeting!"

Juan'er.

You've caused me a lot of trouble!

...

In the Zhao Clan's tent.

Ying Wuji lay on the bed, feeling extremely comfortable.

Today was so damn satisfying!

Comfortable!

He had already prepared himself to forcefully destroy the Mu Ye Monument. If he did that, he would definitely expose himself, or at least increase the risk. He hates risks the most.

Fortunately, my brother Wuji came down to earth.

He turned his head.

There was a ragged man sitting cross-legged by the bed.

It was Han Juan, possessed by a puppet.

At this moment, Han Juan frowned, full of helplessness and no idea where to start.

Ying Wuji asked, "Juan'er, what's wrong?"

Han Juan shook his head, "Suddenly lost my meridians and true energy, and I don't know how to cultivate anymore."Ying Wuji shrugged his shoulders: "The main problem is that your spirit is too ethereal. Without possession, even the spirit cannot exist. Now you have possessed a soybean person. If everyone can cultivate like this, would others still be able to survive? But speaking of it, Brother Juan, how should one cultivate in spiritual cultivation?"

He was genuinely curious about how one should cultivate in spiritual cultivation.

Although there are methods to nourish the spirit in this world, all cultivation techniques mainly focus on body forging and Qi refining, with only a few mysterious ones that specialize in cultivating magical powers.

Directly refining the soul?

He had never seen it before.

Han Juan didn't hide it from him either: "This is a long story, but you can understand this cultivation method as a sword spirit. However, in the present world, no one has ever succeeded in practicing it."

Ying Wuji twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "You're really daring! You actually dared to explore a method and try it yourself!"

Han Juan also stopped trying to cultivate and sat on the ground with his legs spread out, looking lazy.

He half-tilted his head and sighed deeply, as if he had a thousand words but didn't know how to say them.

If he still had the appearance of a weak Taoist priest from before.

This scene might still have some artistic conception.

Unfortunately, he was now a soybean person.

And a ragged strong man at that.

He looked somewhat comical.

Ying Wuji was a little unhappy: "Brother Juan, you're not being fair. I didn't hold back any of my unique skills, but you're still hiding things from me?"

"It's not like that!"

Han Juan shook his head: "It's just that there are too many things, and I don't know where to start. This method of spiritual cultivation is extremely profound, and it's not something I can come up with."

Ying Wuji asked, "Then who did?"

Han Juan spread his hands and said, "My master! In his early years, he met an extremely powerful sword spirit. The two of them became close friends and comprehended the Dao together for several days. They jointly created this method of spiritual cultivation. Unfortunately, it is too risky and the conditions are extremely harsh, so no one in the sect dares to practice it."

Ying Wuji took out a handful of melon seeds from somewhere and asked while munching on them, "What risks? What conditions?"

Han Juan said in a deep voice, "To become a spiritual cultivator, the only opportunity is to break through the Transformation Realm. In this process, one must abandon the physical body and gather spirit to reach the legendary thirteen layers. The most important thing is to know the mortal world without being tainted by it."

"Tsk tsk! It is indeed quite harsh!"

Ying Wuji smacked his lips. In this era where breaking through the twelfth layer is considered genius, the thirteenth layer is truly out of reach.

Even Han Juan himself was forcefully pushed to the thirteenth layer when he dismantled his own physical body.

As for knowing the mortal world without being tainted by it, it was even more abstract.

Coupled with the fact that no one has ever practiced this technique before...

It's really no different from gambling with one's life.

This kind of thing, only Han Juan could do it.

Ying Wuji didn't want to ask about the specifics of spiritual cultivation because he personally had no intention of cultivating, and this thing had no value in promotion.

He was more interested in another matter: "Brother Juan, can you tell me more about this sword spirit?"

Any sword spirit that exists.

At the very least, it would be a divine weapon of the Heavenly Rank.

Nowadays, there are so many powerful people in the world, but the only recognized Heavenly Rank divine weapon is the Zhou Tianzi Sword left behind by Wuwang Ji.

And since the old capital city of Gaojing was destroyed, there hasn't been a single Zhou Tianzi who can obtain the recognition of the Zhou Tianzi Sword.

So, having or not having this Heavenly Rank divine weapon doesn't make much of a difference.

This sword spirit must have a significant background.

Han Juan's expression suddenly became serious: "Even if you don't ask, I will still tell you. Brother Ying, do you remember the incident in Mingdu?"

Ying Wuji nodded: "I remember! I've only heard about it from my master, and I've always been curious why your master is so familiar with the situation inside. Could it be... the sword spirit told him?"

"Yes!"

"Then this sword spirit..."

"This sword spirit is the sword spirit of the Hanguang Sword."

"Wait a minute! That's a lot of information."

Ying Wuji suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment. This series of events seemed to be connected.

The Muye Stele - Sword Immortal Conference - Mingdu.

After Han Juan gave him some time to digest, he felt that the internal situation couldn't be understood just by thinking about it, so he continued: "The Three Swords of the Shang King were lost during the Shang and Zhou War. They were the swords of the Shang King and represented the pinnacle of the sword forging craftsmanship of that era. They also represented the rules of the entire Central Plains human race!"

Ying Wuji's pupils contracted: "Rules?"

Han Juan nodded: "Yes! They are the old rules that have been overthrown, but the Zhou system has not made significant progress compared to the Shang system, and they haven't made much change either. So they are still rules.

They hid in the East and avoided the Zhou royal family's destruction. If they couldn't destroy them, they couldn't establish their own rules. So they searched for them for ten years. In the end, the Three Swords of the Shang King had nowhere to hide and could only separate from the sword spirit and escape separately.

However, the Three Swords of the Shang King were too hard to break and couldn't be melted, so they had to wait for an opportunity to seal them in Mingdu, minimizing the influence of the Shang system rules and making room for the Zhou system."

Ying Wuji became more and more interested: "So the Daoist sect is hosting the Sword Immortal Conference this time because they have found the original body of the Hanguang Sword?"

Han Juan shook his head: "They haven't found it, but that senior sword spirit passed down a powerful formation to us, which can break through the barrier between Mingdu and the mortal world and summon the sword body."

Ying Wuji became excited: "By then, the sword body and the sword spirit will merge into one..."

Han Juan interrupted: "There is no sword spirit!"

Ying Wuji: "What?"Han Juan shook his head: "The Sword Spirit and my master have had differences in political views and have already gone their separate ways. He believes that even if the Zhou Dynasty is destroyed, the new country that is established will not be Shang. He feels that the world no longer needs him, and he is tired and does not want to bear any responsibility for the Sword Spirit anymore."

Ying Wuji: "......"

Seeing his disappointed expression.

Han Juan smiled and explained: "But Brother Ying, there's no need to be disappointed. The Hanguang Sword itself is extremely mysterious, containing countless rules and techniques. The sword intent I have mastered is the technique that the Sword Spirit learned from the sword.

The Hanguang Sword itself is a divine weapon. If it can produce one Sword Spirit, it can produce a second Sword Spirit. This new Sword Spirit will possess the new rules to stabilize the world."

"That makes sense!"

Ying Wuji finally felt relieved and thought to himself: "But Brother Juan, isn't the Daoist philosophy about being peaceful and inactive? Why do I feel like you all want to immediately destroy the Zhou royal family?"

He was genuinely curious.

With the presence of the Muyu Stele and the Hanguang Sword, it was definitely seen as rebellious behavior in the eyes of the royal family.

Han Juan waved his hand and smiled: "Being peaceful and inactive doesn't mean doing nothing. My master believes that everything in the world has its own laws of development. When anything reaches its extreme, there will inevitably be a decline.

Just like an ancient towering tree, when it grows to the point of rotting roots and empty heart, with branches entangled and intertwined, it should collapse with a bang.

And on the withered wood, new trees with even stronger vitality will grow. With the withered wood as nourishment, it will surely grow taller.

If everything in the world is like this, then our sect has no reason to stay hidden.

However, the Shang Dynasty will be destroyed, but it should not be Zhou that destroys it. Just as the Zhou Dynasty collapses, the new country cannot be like Shang.

After the establishment of the Zhou Dynasty, there were many opportunistic acts and even more acts of going against the natural order.

Now, as the era of great turmoil approaches, new laws are emerging in various countries. It is the time for new life to flourish on withered wood.

How can our sect sit idly by and watch the revival of the Muyu Stele and the establishment of the Ji Clan Alliance?"

Ying Wuji: "......"

Amazing!

Amazing!

No wonder he is the master!

He has the taste of a true master.

Han Juan looked at Ying Wuji with profound eyes and spoke in a more serious tone than ever before: "Brother Ying! The current King Li has deep internal conflicts and can be considered a great ruler. However, when faced with new laws and old principles, he is inevitably hesitant. In this world, perhaps only you can promote the blessings of the new laws to the world."

Ying Wuji: "......"

Please, no.

I'm not worthy!

I just want to live peacefully.

For a moment, Ying Wuji felt that he was standing in a moral dilemma. He felt that he knew so many people of the same age, and he was the one with the least sense of conviction.

He knew that in his youth, he had lofty ambitions,

He once promised to be the best in the world.

He felt that whether it was Zhao Ning, Han Juan, Mi Xingli, or Wu Dan, Jiang Taiyuan, and Ying Wuque,

They could all be considered the best.

But he himself couldn't even be considered average.

Because he didn't have any aspirations at all.

Sigh!

How sad!

At this moment, a crisp voice sounded.

"Ying Wuji!"

"Ying Wuji!"

"I've come to find you!"

"Don't stop me, I'm also the confidante of your husband."

The tent curtain suddenly opened.

And then Mi Xingli saw two men looking at each other affectionately.

One was Ying Wuji.

The other was a stranger.

This stranger was wearing Ying Wuji's outer robe.

And inside...

It seemed to be empty?

Mi Xingli: (⊙▽⊙)

Han Juan: "......"

Ying Wuji: "???"

Han Juan remained silent for a while, stood up, and bowed to Ying Wuji: "Thank you, Lord Husband, for guiding my cultivation. I will leave now!"

Ying Wuji waved his hand: "Go ahead!"

Han Juan stood up and left the tent without changing his expression.

Soon, there were only two people left in the tent.

Ying Wuji looked at Mi Xingli and asked, "Miss, is there something you need?"

Mi Xingli stuttered, "I originally had something to discuss, but now I'm a bit distracted and seem to have forgotten."

She leaned closer, curiously observing Ying Wuji, and lowered her voice, "Brother Ying! Don't you already have Miss Hua Chao and another confidante? Aren't women enough for you? Why are you still..."

Ying Wuji shrugged, "I'll give you a chance to reorganize your words!"

Mi Xingli didn't believe him and leaned forward, "But I heard from Miss Hua Chao that you seemed to have a relationship with someone named Zhao Ling..."

Although there was still some distance between them.

Ying Wuji could still feel a surge of pressure.

Especially during this journey, Mi Xingli was not wearing her usual loose Daoist robe, but a tight-fitting armor, which made her even more intimidating.

This girl...

Her figure is too incredible, right?

He pondered for a moment, "If Miss doesn't believe it, how about experiencing the scorching yang energy I have accumulated for many days to prove my innocence? After all, Miss just said that she is also my confidante, so you shouldn't mind, right?"

Mi Xingli: "......"

She instantly became obedient.

Quickly sitting on a small stool at the other end of the bed, she fanned herself with a cool breeze on her slightly blushing face and smiled, "Just kidding, Brother Ying, don't take it seriously!"

Ying Wuji casually crossed his legs, "Speak! Miss came here in a hurry, is there something important?"

Mi Xingli smiled, "It's not a big deal, I just felt that Brother Ying showed extraordinary demeanor when reprimanding that Ji Clan official. I came here specially to admire Brother Ying's style."

To be honest, when Ying Wuji confronted the Ji Clan official, he did look quite handsome.She didn't understand at first why Hua Chao was so infatuated with Ying Wuji, but now she seemed to understand a little. Because she could clearly feel the sense of superiority that the Zhao family's children had at that time.

Even she herself was a little excited at the time, because Chu Kingdom itself was also kidnapped. Although the promotion of bloodline had its benefits, the threat from the Ji Clan Alliance was even greater.

Especially since she, like Ying Wuji, was a firm advocate of reform, she felt that bloodline was nothing more than a shackle to implementing new laws.

But there was no way. The major clans of Chu Kingdom did not recognize it, and they couldn't stop the Ji Clan Alliance. They could only be forced to come and have a sip of soup.

This feeling of being kidnapped made her very unhappy.

As a result, she now looked at Ying Wuji with much more favor.

She carefully observed him and found that his clothes were still tidy, so he probably didn't have any encounters with that disheveled man.

So she found him even more pleasing to the eye.

If she found him pleasing to the eye like this, then how good-looking would he be in Hua Chao's eyes when he fought Luo Yan for her?

Jealous, jealous.

But Ying Wuji just curled his lips and said, "Miss, just say what you want to say!"

Mi Xingli smiled and said, "The elders in the clan were discussing earlier. Although the Ji Clan Alliance was not established today, we still have to be on guard. It would be best to dissolve them before they are established.

The result of the discussion is that after the Sword Immortal Conference, Chu Kingdom will launch a major attack on Flame Kingdom.

We don't want to see the Wei and Han families interfere in this process, so we hope that the Zhao family can intervene to balance the Wei and Han families."

Ying Wuji pondered for a moment and nodded, "In the coming days, the Wei and Han families' biggest task will be to resist the new land vampires. Even if they want to interfere, it will be difficult. As for the specific measures, I will discuss with my father when I go back.

As for other matters, the Zhao family can't intervene too much, after all, we have our own troubles."

It was almost inevitable that the Zhao, Wei, and Han families would sever ties.

After years of struggle between Li and Chu, they should have been mortal enemies. But the future newly established Zhao Kingdom and Chu Kingdom did not border each other, and whether Chu swallowed Flame Kingdom or not would not have such a big impact.

It would be best if Chu Kingdom did swallow it. This way, the border between Chu Kingdom and the Wei and Han families would become longer, and the Wei and Han families would become even weaker, only able to be bled dry.

Even after the three-way division.

The Zhao family could also support the Wei and Han families as a buffer zone, allowing them to balance Qian and Chu, and they could continue to develop in peace for a few more years.

With one less country, the strength of the Ji Clan Alliance would also be greatly weakened.

Perfect.

Speaking of which, Flame Kingdom was really pitiful. In history, they had many wise and capable kings, but because they were in the midst of four wars, they ended up in such a miserable state.

Their future might even be darker than that of Wu Kingdom.

After all, Wu Kingdom was simply too weak.

There was no value in attacking them at all.

Mi Xingli smiled and said, "Then thank you, Brother Ying!"

She suddenly felt a sense of happiness.

What's the difference between this and gaining political achievements?

Ying Wuji curled his lips and said, "You've been staying at my place for so long, why are you still being polite? If you really want to thank me, then get pregnant at a good time and become a wet nurse for my child."

The two of them were used to bickering.

Mi Xingli instinctively straightened her chest and said, "Then you should give birth too. I think you'll give birth quickly, and I'll nurse quickly!"

As soon as the words came out, she felt her cheeks heating up.

Although it was just banter, it was too damaging to the dignity of a lady of a country.

It was all Ying Wuji's influence!

Moreover, the question of who would give birth faster or nurse faster had no suspense at all!

Ying Wuji was overjoyed, "You made a promise!"

Mi Xingli: "???"

Of course, there was no promise made.

But Ying Wuji did want a child, to have one with Tang Tang as soon as possible, so that no one would have any ideas about the Kun Cheng.

Of course.

Whether he gave birth or not.

He couldn't let Ying Wuque off the hook.

It was tentatively set for after the Sword Immortal Conference.

If he acted recklessly.

It could be done even earlier.

...

In the Qian Kingdom's camp.

Ying Wuque sat cross-legged on the bed, suddenly opening his eyes.

Gongsun Di asked, "Young Master! Did you succeed in breaking through?"

"No! I failed again!"

Ying Wuque frowned. These days, he had been diligently cultivating, with various heavenly treasures provided by the Qian Kingdom at his disposal. His cultivation had already reached the peak of refining essence at the thirteenth level.

But for some reason, he couldn't find the breakthrough opportunity.

This bottleneck.

Was much more difficult than the twelfth level of gathering spirit.

In this situation, with good luck, he could break through in an instant.

With bad luck, it might take three to five years to break through.

But with the Sword Immortal Conference approaching, he couldn't wait for three to five years.

Gongsun Di pondered for a moment and asked, "Young Master! Do you remember what happened when you broke through the twelfth level of gathering spirit?"

Ying Wuque shivered.

Before breaking through the twelfth level of gathering spirit, he heard the news of his uncle's death, endured the Qian Prison's nine punishments, and was humiliated by his own mother tearing off his mask.

This...

He thought for a long time and stammered, "It was just a period of emotional excitement, right? But now there's nothing, how can I get excited?"

Gongsun Di thought for a moment, "Watching a play or listening to an opera should do the trick. When I came to the Li Kingdom, I watched 'The Beheading of the Beauty' once and 'The Peacock Flies to the Southeast' once, and I had a feeling of experiencing other people's lives."

"Really?"

"Really!"

Gongsun Di hesitated, "But the owner of the theater has a high status, Young Master! For the sake of the overall situation, I suggest you not be too ostentatious."

"Don't worry! It's just a mistress!"Ying Wuque waved his hand dismissively, "I'm not interested in other people's women. I'm just here to watch the show. Is he not even going to let me do that?"

Gongsun Di responded, "That's true..."

Upon further thought,

Although Ying Wuque was domineering in his actions,

He wouldn't stoop to such despicable deeds.

And with his own company,

Nothing should go wrong... right?

(End of Chapter)