"Wait a moment, Sage. Let me destroy the Ji clan's coalition army before sitting down to have a chat with you!"

After saying just a few words, Zhao Ning resumed his command, completely ignoring Ji Tong.

Before entering the capital of the Great Ming, she had been conducting sand table simulations with Zhao Ji and other famous generals every day.

They had simulated almost every possible battle strategy.

Siege warfare, defense warfare, and street fighting were all of utmost importance.

The maps of Anyi and the old capital city of Jing were firmly imprinted in her mind.

She even knew the strength of her troops and the commanding styles of each general like the back of her hand.

As long as communication remained smooth.

No matter what changes occurred in Anyi, she could find the optimal solution in the shortest amount of time.

Watching her calm and efficient style, Ji Tong couldn't help but show an admiring expression, with a hint of envy in his eyes.

What he said earlier was not wrong.

The Sage had an appointment and couldn't overpower others.

He had done everything he could for this battle.

If he were skilled in military command, he might even be able to compete with one of the "Two Sages" as a commander.

But for now, it was enough to appreciate Zhao Ning's command.

One look turned into a whole day.

From dawn to dusk, Zhao Ning focused all her thoughts on battlefield command and contemplation, only taking a few bites of dry rations and not even drinking water to avoid unnecessary bathroom breaks.

As for Ji Tong beside her.

She didn't even spare him a glance.

If he really was the Sage, he would have no way to deal with himself.

If he wasn't the Sage, Cao Gonggong would be enough to hold him off for a while. Regardless of whether her trump card could defeat Ji Tong, she would never surrender without a fight.

In any case, the battle was the priority.

But seeing Ji Tong's lack of action, it seemed that he hadn't lied.

Street fighting was too brutal.

Even if there was a gap in cultivation levels between the two sides, it wouldn't lead to a completely one-sided situation.

To see the outcome, it would take at least three days.

"Hoo..."

As day turned into night, the battlefield quieted down for a moment. After seven hours of intense fighting, those with lower cultivation levels must have reached their limits.

In a short period of time, the intensity of the battle between the two sides would not be able to reach the level of the daytime.

And finally, Zhao Ning could breathe a sigh of relief.

She took a sip of clear tea.

Rubbed her slightly swollen head.

Ji Tong couldn't help but praise, "Niece, as a mere daughter, you are surprisingly proficient in politics and military strategy. It truly makes me feel ashamed!"

"Oh?"

Zhao Ning looked at him with a smile that wasn't a smile, "If being proficient in politics and military strategy as a daughter is possible, then the prince might as well give it a try. It is rumored that with sincere heart, one can achieve a female body through the power of blood. It is not impossible!"

Although Ji Tong seemed to have blocked the perception of others, who knew if he had any items like a sound-transmitting conch on him?

She couldn't take it lightly and give him a chance to find her weakness.

"Uh..."

Ji Tong's face stiffened for a moment. Zhao Ning's cautious words were within his expectations, but he didn't expect her words to be so attacking.

He waved his hand with a smile, "Those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. Niece's words are as sharp as a sword. Ying Wuji is truly an extraordinary person."

Zhao Ning's tone was calm, "Prince! The outcome is still uncertain. No matter how much we talk, it's just idle chatter. If you have no pre-battle words, then let's wait a little longer. It won't take long for the Ji clan's coalition army to be completely wiped out."

After speaking, she stood up directly.

After examining the recent situation on the battlefield, she quickly took out a piece of talisman paper, wrote a military order, and burned it.

"You are truly worthy of the title of one of the Two Sages!"

Ji Tong didn't get angry because of her disrespect. On the contrary, he admired her even more.

To have such great talent at such a young age.

Usually, when kings of various countries raise their crown prince, they focus on handling political affairs.

Military knowledge is also important.

But as long as there is a broad perspective.

The ability to command on the spot is not necessary.

But there are always exceptions.

The Chu Kingdom originated from a wild land and relied on the marquis title bestowed by Zhou Tianzi to conquer a large territory. In difficult situations, the kings of Chu in every generation had the experience of personally leading the army.

King Wuling focused on military affairs and, as a monarch, also made a name for himself on the battlefield.

Ying Yue was also close by, with remarkable military achievements, defeating the three countries of Rong, Di, and Yan, and completely establishing the reputation of the Tiger and Wolf Nation.

Without a doubt.

These were ambitious monarchs.

Zhao Ji's cultivation of Zhao Ning must also be driven by the ambition to dominate the world.

And Zhao Ning's ability to handle political affairs was also extremely outstanding.

It was no wonder that the old Daoist with the surname Bai regarded her as one of the "Two Sages."

Ji Tong couldn't help but feel emotional.

If he had such talent when he was young.

He might have achieved his long-cherished wish long ago, right?

But talent alone was probably not enough.

The effort behind it was enough to make many people look up to it.

It's just a pity.

This girl was still too confident.

Ji Tong didn't believe that the Zhao clan could win.

The elites of the Ji clan had come this time, and their overall strength was higher than that of the Zhao clan.

There were also many excellent commanders.

Strategy and actual strength were always greater than tactics.

Starting from the historian who was sent to plot against the Muye Stele, the Zhao clan could not win.

But...

"Hmm?"

Ji Tong couldn't help but furrow his brows.

Because from Zhao Ning's expression, he could only see a killing intent, but he couldn't sense any pressure at all.

Could it be that the Zhao clan was not at a disadvantage on the battlefield?

He suddenly felt that something was not right, and his divine sense as a Sage quickly spread out, covering the entire Anyi in just an instant.

The result he saw.

Left him dumbfounded.Just one day.

Fresh blood was scattered all over every corner of Anyi.

The casualty rate of Zhao's elite troops has reached twenty percent. No matter how you look at it, sacrificing twenty thousand elite troops in a day is an extremely tragic result.

But the casualties of the Ji clan's coalition forces were even more terrifying.

It soared to thirty percent.

Thirty thousand!

Why is their situation even more tragic than Zhao's?

What happened on this day?

Just based on Zhao's strength, how could they achieve this?

This question just arose.

The next scene gave him the answer.

...

In an alley.

Several injured soldiers with the surname Ji were hiding in a corner. They had been separated, while the elite troops of the Zhao clan were searching for them everywhere.

The injured soldiers with the surname Ji dared not make a sound, because once caught, they would have no way out but death.

In this kind of alley battle, being lenient to the enemy is being cruel to one's comrades.

There is simply no chance of leaving alive and becoming a prisoner of war.

Soon, the elite troops of the Zhao clan entered the alley.

But it seemed like they were searching in a hurry. Just when they were about to kick down the door, they gave up on this alley.

The injured soldiers with the surname Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't dare to act immediately. After observing for a long time, they found a loophole in the search and patrol, and escaped from the encirclement.

Finally.

They joined a small wave of Ji clan troops. As long as their injuries were treated, tomorrow's alley battle would be another chance for them.

But they didn't expect that just as they relaxed, a rain of arrows covered them.

In one round of arrow rain, forty percent of the Ji clan's soldiers in the courtyard were killed or injured.

Then a team of elite troops from the Zhao clan rushed in.

In a state of panic, the soldiers with the surname Ji were cleanly beheaded by them.

"This..."

Ji Tong suddenly realized that this scene coincided exactly with the military order written on Zhao Ning's talisman.

Indeed, the Ji clan's coalition forces were all elites this time.

Although there was someone commanding them, they were not trained together after all. Their execution was indeed inferior to the Zhao clan, especially when facing a commander like Zhao Ning.

Of course.

What surprised Ji Tong the most was the combat power of the Zhao clan's elite troops.

The previous battle ended extremely quickly, which indeed had a lot to do with the low morale of the Ji clan.

But Ji Tong could tell that the average strength of the Zhao clan's soldiers was much stronger than he had imagined.

It was as if the Capital of the Great Ming had no effect on them at all.

No wonder the Ji clan's coalition forces were suppressed so heavily by the Zhao clan.

But how did they do it!

Could it be that they really have a hundred thousand Liuli Mirrors?

Wait!

Ji Tong's pupils contracted.

The previous battle for the mirrors caused a great uproar.

Liuli Mirrors naturally took the spotlight, but before this, there had never been such a thing in the world!

No one cared about where the Liuli Mirrors came from before.

But now.

Ji Tong had to think about this question.

Kingdom Li!

It could only be Kingdom Li!

But how did they manage to obtain so many of these rare items?

"The Ji clan has lost!"

Although unwilling in his heart, he made this assertion.

There was already a gap in command, and if the average strength of the Ji clan was as great as he had imagined, there would still be a chance to fight back. But the anticipated advantage had turned into a disadvantage, so there was no need to fight anymore.

Although victory or defeat was not determined in one day.

He knew the Ji clan's trump cards, and they had almost no chance of turning the tables.

Ji Tong looked at Zhao Ning with a pensive expression. He no longer looked as relaxed as before, but still had no intention of making a move.

Sure enough!

Things were just as he had expected.

On the first day, the casualties on both sides were extremely tragic, with Zhao's clan having a slight advantage.

But on the second day, there was already a noticeable difference in morale between the two sides.

On the third day, the morale of the Ji clan was low, the commander lost the trust of the coalition forces, and their already inferior execution completely collapsed. The Ji clan's coalition forces instantly became scattered prey, hunted down like wild beasts in the jungle.

From this day on.

The battle was completely over.

From the brutal alley battle, it turned into a terrifying game where whoever couldn't hide would die.

During this period, the Ji clan only made one decent counterattack, which was sending experts to assassinate Zhao Ning. However, they all returned empty-handed under the command of Cao Gonggong, and even left their bodies behind.

On the fourth day.

Zhao's clan changed their strategy.

They shifted from killing to targeting the heart.

As long as they could capture the leaders of the Wei and Han families, capturing one of them would give the other person a chance to survive.

At first, some people hesitated.

But after the first soldier from the Han family was captured, this fragile coalition army completely collapsed. Because the advantage of the Zhao clan was becoming greater and greater, continuing to fight would only result in total annihilation.

The next three days.

They fell into a frenzy of betrayal.

The elite troops sent by the Wei and Han families were completely wiped out, leaving behind about twenty thousand elite troops from other families as prisoners of war.

A city of two hundred thousand-level alley battles.

With forty thousand casualties for Zhao's clan and eighty thousand casualties for the Ji clan, it ended.

In the city of Anyi.

There were cheers and howls on one side.

And mourning on the other.

This result was difficult for everyone in the Ji clan to accept.

"Phew!"

Zhao Ning finally breathed a sigh of relief. After several days of intense command, she felt her vision darken and had a faint feeling of mental breakdown.

But fortunately, it was all over now.

Amidst the chaos.

Zhao Xin led his subordinates and brought two captives up to the city wall.

With two kicks, he kicked their knees.

The two of them knelt in front of Zhao Ning with a thud.

Zhao Xin grinned and said, "Your Highness! The leaders of the Wei and Han families have been brought here!"

"Han You?"

"Wei Xun?"

Zhao Ning sat in her chair, looking at the two people in front of her with a smile that was not a smile. She hinted, "These are the pillars of our Great Li!"

To say they were pillars.

It was not an exaggeration at all.

Han You was Han Zhe's younger brother.Wei Xun is Wei Huan's cousin.

Both are core members of their respective families and hold important positions in the court.

No wonder they were sent to fight this crucial battle.

Wei Xun snorted coldly, "Since I have become a prisoner under His Highness, you can kill me if you want. There's no need for sarcastic remarks!"

These days, he has been suffering greatly.

He originally thought he was just coming to take a city, but it turned into a siege. If he was lucky, it would have been a street battle.

He thought that as long as they could capture the city, it would be a miserable victory.

But who would have thought that the elite forces of the Zhao family would be so powerful?

After the collapse of command, they experienced several days of terrifying capture and imminent death.

And then came the devastating betrayal by their allies.

He was tired.

Let it all be destroyed!

Zhao Ning smiled faintly, "You will naturally die, but I am not the one who will kill you."

Wei Xun's pupils contracted, as if he had realized something.

Zhao Ning clapped his hands, "Bring him here."

"Yes!"

Zhao Xin's voice sounded, and soon another young man was brought over. It was Wei Xun's son, Wei Da!

Father and son exchanged glances, their expressions shocked. They didn't expect the other to still be alive.

Their eyes met briefly, so as not to let Zhao Ning take advantage of their father-son relationship.

But this move was in vain.

Zhao Ning glanced at Han Zhe, who was kneeling silently on the ground, and casually threw a dagger at him.

"Stab!"

The dagger cut the rope that bound him, and fell to the ground with a clang.

Zhao Ning's voice was calm, "Kill Wei Xun, and the three of you can live. If you don't kill Wei Xun, the three of you will die together!"

Upon hearing this, the three of them raised their heads in shock and looked at Zhao Ning.

What a cruel mind!

Han You gritted his teeth, about to say something.

But Zhao Ning interrupted with a smile, "I heard that because Han Juan destroyed the Muye Stele and became a Sword Spirit, your eldest brother's position in the family has been greatly affected. If I remember correctly, you should be the best candidate for the position of family head, right?

This defeat is the fault of the Ji family, but you still have the possibility of becoming the Han King.

With the cooperation of the Zhao family, it is not difficult to achieve merit."

Han You lowered his head, struggling in his expression.

After a long time, he finally made up his mind, picked up the dagger, and walked towards Wei Xun.

Zhao Ning added, "Ninety-nine strikes, not more, not less!"

Han You gritted his teeth and raised his right hand holding the dagger.

Soon, the sound of blood splattering and Wei Xun's muffled groans filled the city gate tower.

But all of it was sealed by a soundproofing talisman, not a single sound could be heard outside the tower.

After fifteen minutes, Wei Xun's mutilated body lay on the ground. The ninety-ninth strike had severed his windpipe, and he was already dead.

Wei Da had also howled until he was exhausted, staring at Han You with anger in his eyes.

Han You was covered in blood.

Although it was summer, the blood quickly turned cold. It was warm just a moment ago, but now it was bone-chilling.

He felt like he had been kicked into an ice hole, soaked in icy water, and then pulled out.

He couldn't stop trembling.

Suppressing the panic in his heart, he knelt down to Zhao Ning, "Your Highness, I won't let you down!"

Zhao Ning nodded lightly, pointed at Wei Da, and said to Zhao Xin, "Take him away! Find a place to detain him. No one is allowed to approach without orders!"

"Yes!"

Watching Zhao Xin take the person away, Zhao Ning smiled and looked at Han You, "My lord, please rise! You are an important figure in the court. We will rely on you for the stability of the country in the future!"

Han You stood up tremblingly and couldn't help but say, "Your Highness..."

Zhao Ning smiled faintly, "Rest assured! On the day when the three families are divided, Wei Da will definitely die! I don't think a secret can threaten a king. As long as you can cooperate well before the division of the three families, it will be fine!"

"Yes!"

Han You finally breathed a sigh of relief, bowed to Zhao Ning, and was taken away by someone.

He didn't want to harm the interests of the Han family.

But on one hand, sacrificing himself for the family and letting his elder brother ascend to the position of Han King.

On the other hand, keeping himself alive and hoping to become the Han King.

Which one should he choose?

There was no need to hesitate!

So, there were only a few people left on the city gate tower.

Zhao Ning leisurely brewed two cups of tea and pushed one of them in front of Ji Tong.

She smiled and said, "The battle is over. My lord, you can speak now!"

Until now, she still didn't want to believe that the leader of my sect would be a saint.

But the situation was clear.

From beginning to end, neither Han You nor Wei Xun, two powerful warriors, were aware of Ji Tong's existence.

And Ji Tong had never made a move against them.

Apart from being a "saint," there seemed to be no other explanation.

Ji Tong couldn't help but smile, "Nephew, your methods are indeed straightforward and efficient. With this, before the division of the three families, the Zhao family will surely bleed the Han family dry."

The combined elite forces of the Wei and Han families suffered losses of nearly forty thousand.

And they were also affected by the radiation from the Capital of the Great Ming.

Both morale and grand strategy would be at a disadvantage.

With Han You, a fool, the days ahead for the Han family would be difficult.

Although he witnessed the truth of the matter, he couldn't interfere too much in the affairs of the Han family.

"I just barely caught my lord's move!"

Zhao Ning took a sip of tea, "My lord, why did you come here this time?"

Ji Tong smiled and waved his hand, "There is no other purpose, I just wanted to see the defeat of one of the Two Saints. But now that I've said it, it's a bit embarrassing."

He said there was no light on his face, but there was no trace of regret on his face.The defeat of the Ji clan's coalition army seemed to only leave him with some regrets.

Zhao Ning smiled faintly, "I have disappointed the prince!"

She naturally didn't believe Ji Tong's words.

Her expression remained calm.

But in reality, she never let her guard down.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Ji Tong took the initiative to speak, "I came here this time to explore the path of the saint with my nephew."

"The path of the saint?"

Zhao Ning was curious, "The prince has already achieved the position of a saint, so why do you need to explore the path of the saint with someone like me?"

Ji Tong shook his head, "The heart of a saint is easy to obtain, but the path of a saint is hard to find. If any path of a saint can be easily walked, then why is this world still in chaos?"

Zhao Ning pondered.

Indeed, that was the case.

The various schools of thought had been contending for the teachings of the country for a long time, but none of them succeeded because the path had not been established.

She looked at Ji Tong, "So, does the prince want to hear about my path of the saint, or are you trying to sell your own path of the saint?"

"Sell?"

Ji Tong felt that this word had a mocking meaning. A saint like him was being compared to a common market vendor in her words.

But these two words accurately described the scene today.

He smiled, "When I achieved the position of a saint, my heart had already externalized the great way. How can there be an easy path to walk?"

Zhao Ning raised her eyebrows, "If you came to sell, why did you wait until after the Ji clan's defeat to speak?"

Ji Tong gladly accepted this term, "Because I wanted to see who is suitable for me to sell to!"

"Oh?"

Zhao Ning smiled ambiguously, "Does the prince think that the Ji clan is not worthy of being used, so our Kingdom Li is fortunate enough to have the prince's sales pitch?"

Ji Tong seemed unable to hear the sarcasm in her words and nodded, "Indeed!"

Zhao Ning pondered, "Then why don't you tell us about your own path of the saint?"

Ji Tong smiled faintly, "My path of the saint is the same as Qingyi's path of the saint. It's just that her heart is too chaotic and her hands are too soft to walk this path well. As for me, I am the best inheritor of this path!"

Zhao Ning's pupils contracted.

She didn't expect Ji Tong to be so crazy.

Qingyi's path of the saint.

She had probably heard Ying Wuji mention it before. Qingyi had been trying to combine the art of reincarnation with the Mohist Guild for a long time.

Using the art of reincarnation to exchange for absolute personal power.

And then using that power to create an order that no one dared to violate.

Qingyi was a giant of the Mohist Guild.

The Ji Tong in front of her was the leader of our teachings.

The Mohist School and the Yang Zhu School were two extremes, and our teachings were the extreme of extremes. These two ideologies should have been completely opposite, but in the result of the deduction that day, they appeared to be very similar.

Qingyi's path.

Ji Tong might be able to walk it.

This prince, it seemed, did not hide his identity as the leader of our teachings.

Zhao Ning stood up directly, "Then please leave, Prince. Kingdom Li already has its own prosperous path and does not covet the bridge you are selling!"

"Oh?"

But Ji Tong showed no intention of leaving, "Does my nephew think that your prosperous path can surpass human desires and private interests? Do you think that by simply making the people wealthy, you can make this prosperous era last for thousands of years?"

Wrong!

Every founding monarch of the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties thought the same way.

But they didn't know that the desires in people's hearts were the root cause of the world's chaos.

Only by restraining the desires in everyone's hearts can this prosperous era last forever.

Whether it is the Mohist School's frugality and universal love.

Or Yang Zhu's lightness towards material possessions and emphasis on self.

If everyone becomes a saint, then it is the true path to a prosperous era!"

His voice was calm.

But his eyes were filled with an indescribable fanaticism.

And this speech made people feel that there was some truth to it.

If everyone becomes a saint.

Whether it is a Mohist saint or a saint of our teachings.

It seems that a prosperous era can be achieved.

Zhao Ning smiled, "But according to the map of the country's fortune, whether it is the Mohist School or our teachings, the results deduced are the worst. The prince's words are like a corpse on the battlefield claiming to be invincible!"

Ji Tong shook his head, "No! Such deductions are mundane and vulgar. Our teachings give birth to demonic seeds, and everyone can become noble for themselves! With Qingyi's art of reincarnation and the assistance of a strong ruler, this prosperous era can be achieved."

Zhao Ning pondered for a moment, "So you think that compared to the Ji clan alliance, I am the strong ruler in your eyes?"

Ji Tong nodded, "Yes!"

Zhao Ning shook her head and smiled, "But I disagree!"

Ji Tong asked, "Why?"

Zhao Ning was not polite at all, "Without desires and without demands, without courtesy and without righteousness, is that still human?"

Ji Tong was somewhat angry, "Without courtesy and righteousness? Is it the courtesy of the Zhou royal family or the righteousness of the sour and rotten Confucians?"

Zhao Ning smiled and shook her head, "The Master said: When the granaries are full, we know the rites; when we have enough clothes and food, we know honor and disgrace. What Kingdom Li seeks is the prosperity of the world and the courtesy, righteousness, honor, and disgrace of the people having enough clothes and food.

The prince's path of the saint seems bright and beautiful.

But it does not dissolve desires, it suppresses and accumulates desires.

The demonic seeds can make us noble for ourselves, but where is the emphasis on lightness towards material possessions?

The path of the saint is difficult for one person to walk, let alone the people of the world?

The so-called everyone becoming a saint is nothing more than everyone becoming pigs and dogs.

Not having enough to eat.

Not having enough clothes to wear.

And still having to meet the standards of a saint.

Is this a prosperous era or a hell?

The prince's path of the saint is nothing more than a small path. Keep it for yourself!"

Ji Tong's eyes had already darkened, "Regardless of small paths or big paths, do you think that the path of Kingdom Li can surpass human desires and private interests? Yao, Shun, Yu, and Tang, were they not all wise rulers? In the end, they all returned to dust and soil.

The silence of the Xia and the chaos of the Great Zhou.

Can your Kingdom Li escape the same fate?"

Zhao Ning smiled, "The Master said: Desires are the hearts of living beings, and evil is restrained by laws. Goodness is known when there is enough clothing and food, so there is no need for the prince to bother!"

Ji Tong was a bit annoyed: "The previous words were said by Guanzi! And these words, who said them?"

Zhao Ning pondered for a moment and slowly said, "Yingzi!"

Ji Tong: "..."

He stood up, his face expressionless, "Since our views differ, there is no need for further words. Let's see the truth in this era of great competition!"

Zhao Ning knew that he was going back to cooperate with the Ji family alliance, so he smiled and said, "The Kingdom Li will continue to win, just like today!"

After this battle, she completely understood.

The so-called trend is the productivity.

This victory did have some credit for her command.

But only a little.

The ten thousand glass mirrors were the things that truly shattered the entire Ji family alliance.

Without them.

The Zhao family would never have been so successful.

The same goes for the Yinshan Fortress.

Seeing Ji Tong about to leave.

Zhao Ning suddenly thought of a question, "By the way, my lord! You mentioned the Qingyi's reincarnation divine ability, combined with the policies of the lord. The Qingyi's divine ability..."

Ji Tong answered calmly, "I haven't learned it yet!"

Zhao Ning: "..."

What a pure white lie!

Fortunately, she didn't agree to him.

But Ji Tong changed the topic, "But my people will take this divine ability from Ying Wuji."

"What!"

Zhao Ning's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately stood up, "Dare you touch him!"

Ji Tong smiled faintly, "A sage never uses force to oppress others. I have never had the intention to kill Ying Wuji, but my disciples might! If you are in a hurry, you can go collect his corpse and find the heart of the sage. But whether you can find it depends on your ability!"

After saying that, he put down a jade pendant and left gracefully.

Zhao Ning was furious, already exhausted, and suddenly overwhelmed with anger. She coughed up a mouthful of blood and her face turned extremely pale.

She held onto the jade pendant and forced herself to stand up, "Cao Gonggong, come with me to find the lord!"

Cao Gonggong worriedly said, "Your Highness, you can't! Your body can't handle it anymore!"

Six days and six nights, commanding at a high intensity throughout.

And also guarding against Ji Tong.

She was mentally and physically exhausted, and her internal organs were damaged due to the anger.

According to Ji Tong, Ying Wuji was already in a dangerous situation.

If she went to the dangerous situation, wouldn't that be seeking death?

Zhao Ning said sternly, "You can't hear what I'm saying..."

She suddenly felt a heavy blow to the back of her neck.

Then everything went black, and she fainted.

Cao Gonggong put away his dagger and sighed helplessly. He took the jade pendant from Zhao Ning's hand.

Then he called Zhao Xin, "You escort Her Highness back, I will go find the lord!"

...

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At the end of the Capital of the Great Ming.

"Do you know me? Who are you?"

Ying Shisan's words were too ruthless.

Causing the fox demon to explode on the spot.

Her face suddenly turned dark, and the fur on her fox tail stood up. In an instant, her tail turned into six tails, and the snow-white fur turned into bone needles, attacking Ying Shisan. At almost the same time as the needles were shot, she also drew a short blade and rushed towards Ying Shisan.

"Wow!"

Ying Wuji was surprised, "Six times the fun!"

In just an instant, Hu Huhu fought fiercely with Ying Shisan.

However, the countless bone needles couldn't break through Ying Shisan's protective energy.

No matter how cunning her dagger was, whenever it got close to Ying Shisan's body, it would be easily blocked.

Ying Shisan said in a deep voice, "You can't defeat me like this!"

Hu Huhu angrily said, "Why say so much? Just accept your death!"

"Oh..."

Ying Shisan shook his head and easily blocked all of her attacks with a single sword.

From beginning to end, his expression was extremely calm. He looked at Hu Huhu thoughtfully and solemnly warned, "Don't use this explosive fur spell too often!"

Hu Huhu attacked several times in a row without success, and couldn't help but become angry, "If you don't want me to use it, then I won't use it! Who do you think you are?"

Ying Shisan said seriously, "Tails are easy to become bald, not good-looking!"

Hu Huhu: "???"

Ying Wuji: "..."

If he hadn't been to the secret room underground in the embassy, he would even think that Thirteen had been in a clubhouse for more than ten years.

Such tiger and wolf words!

The tree spirit next to them frowned slightly, "Hu Huhu, stop! Our target this time is Ying Wuji!"

Hu Huhu angrily said, "Don't interfere! Jin Jinjing, if you can't handle a human baby in the Embryonic Transformation Realm, then dig your own roots and apologize!"

Jin Jinjing: "..."

She looked at Ying Wuji expressionlessly.

Tilting her head.

In an instant, countless vines emerged from the ground and firmly locked onto Ying Wuji.

Fortunately, Ying Wuji was prepared and immediately used the Seven Star Step to escape the entanglement of the vines. He even had the strength to take Mi Xingli, who was mentally exhausted, with him.

But Jin Jinjing was even more ruthless. Almost at the moment he escaped, vines sprouted from the ground all over the space.

"Damn!"

Ying Wuji was shocked. He didn't expect this Jeera to be so ruthless.

But although there were many vines, they seemed to be under strong suppression. It was easy to deal with those close to Jin Jinjing, but the vines further away became extremely thin and fragile, looking feeble.

Holding the Bright Sword.

One sword, one vine!

Jin Jinjing realized that this couldn't go on, but her body technique was not as good as the Seven Star Step. After thinking for a moment, she waved her hand and scattered a handful of seeds.

Where the vines grew, the seeds quickly swelled, and finally with a light "bang," they turned into small dwarfs over a foot tall, with their teeth and claws attacking Ying Wuji.

"Huh? Vegetable people?"

Ying Wuji's mouth twitched. Looking at the agile footsteps and crazy eyes of these little dwarfs, he knew that these things were not easy to deal with.With a casual toss, countless soybeans scattered to the ground, transforming into strong men who fought with the dwarves.

Since awakening the bloodline of the Tianren Clan and merging with Emperor Zhuanxu's body, his essence, energy, and spirit had become several times more majestic, giving him a feeling of inexhaustible power.

The quality and quantity of the soldiers formed by scattering beans had reached a higher level.

The individual combat ability was no longer inferior to the soybean soldiers created by Nangong Ling's magic. Each soybean warrior was roughly equivalent to a third-grade spiritual fetus.

The maximum number was only fifty, but each one replicated Ying Wuji's combat awareness, wielded their swords skillfully, and even used spells. Their individual combat power was extremely strong.

Although the dwarves were strong, their intelligence was truly low. They were quickly captured and defeated by the soybean soldiers.

Jin Jinjing did not expect this outcome. How could a person at the Embryonic Transformation Realm be so strong?

She was dull-witted.

But her instincts told her that Ying Wuji was very dangerous.

Subconsciously, she took a step back and watched him warily. She also had thousands of seeds in her hand.

Ying Wuji was also shocked by this situation. Holding the Hanguang Sword, he didn't dare to attack easily.

The situation fell into a strange stalemate.

On the other side.

The hasty attacks showed no signs of weakening. The agile figure moved swiftly, and the dagger stabbed continuously, each time aiming to kill.

But each attack missed.

Although Ying Shisan had always been on the defensive, it was as if he was taking a leisurely stroll.

When he had the opportunity, he furrowed his brows and reprimanded, "Didn't I tell you not to use the soft needle? Are you bald now?"

Hu Huhu: "???"

Ying Shisan was getting annoyed from being beaten. With a heavy sword strike, he sent Hu Huhu flying far away and stared at her displeased, "What is your relationship with Cuihua?"

Ying Wuji: "..."

The name "Thirteen Nai" seemed a bit too down-to-earth!

This grudge between a person and a fox spirit seemed to be related to Thirteen Ye's dusty past.

He thought it was a plot of starting chaos and ending abandonment.

Disappointed.

Hu Huhu was furious, "You still remember my sister? No wonder, you killed your own wife with your own hands. You must have nightmares for the rest of your life because of that laborious Zhuanxu Seal. You killed your own wife just for that?"

Ying Shisan furrowed his brows, "The Zhuanxu Seal involves the foundation of the human race. Even if she was my wife, she absolutely cannot touch it! Moreover, killing her was not my intention!"

Hu Huhu was about to burst into laughter, "Not your intention? Did someone hand you the knife and force you to kill her?"

Ying Shisan was straightforward, "Yes!"

Hu Huhu sneered, "Oh? Who? Who has such great ability?"

Ying Shisan: "Your sister!"

Hu Huhu: "???"

The two of them argued fiercely for a few more sentences.

To be precise, Hu Huhu was fiercely cursing.

But Ying Shisan remained calm to the point of indifference.

From their words and phrases.

Ying Wuji seemed to have grasped the outline of the story.

Thirteen Nai was a fox demon who came for the Zhuanxu Seal but unexpectedly fell in love with Thirteen Ye and became passive for a period of time.

In the end, under pressure from the clan, she had to go to the Chu Kingdom for the Zhuanxu Seal. She wanted to leave Thirteen Ye out of it, but their feelings were intense. On the night they were about to take action, Thirteen Ye happened to find her, thinking that she was going to do something extraordinary. He even disregarded objections and forcibly intervened.

Unexpectedly, the formation guarding the Zhuanxu Seal was extremely sensitive and directly exposed the whereabouts of the two.

In the blink of an eye, they were trapped in a net.

Thirteen Nai knew she was doomed and had to confess everything to her lover. She even forced Ying Shisan to kill her.

Ying Shisan struggled in every way possible. Although the Qingyi could immediately resurrect people, he hadn't seen her for nearly ten years.

But if he didn't kill Thirteen Nai, both of them would die.

So in the end, he made a contribution by assisting.

In addition to the intervention of the Qian Kingdom's royal family, this matter was suppressed.

But when Ying Shisan found Qingyi, all he saw was a grave.

And then.

He lived a lonely life until now.

Hearing these words.

Hu Huhu was so angry that she couldn't breathe, "You're talking nonsense! You're talking nonsense! You're talking nonsense! When the experts of the Tianren Clan gathered, you didn't have the ability to resurrect people from the dead. Why should I believe that someone could resurrect my sister so easily?

If Qingyi could resurrect others at will, why did she die herself?

You made up a nonexistent dead person, so of course you can lie as you please!"

Ying Shisan furrowed his brows, "You know so much about Cuihua. You should be the one who colluded with her in the Fox Clan and formed a spiritual connection with her. If that's the case, you should still remember that I promised Cuihua to be with her for tens of thousands of years. Do you really think that statement was just an empty promise?"

Hu Huhu hated, "Who knows how many lies you've told? In any case, I didn't see my sister come back to life, so everything is fake!"

Ying Shisan was also annoyed by the situation, "You can't even defeat me. Why would I need to lie to you?"

However, at this moment.

This small world suddenly shook violently.

Everyone's faces changed drastically, as if they felt a soul-shaking vibration.

A loud rumbling came from the sky.

The complex patterns in the sky quickly condensed, forming one light after another.

"The end of the Capital of the Great Ming has finally appeared!"

Ying Wuji didn't know whether to be sad or happy. When the end of the Capital of the Great Ming appeared, all the rules became tangible, making it the easiest time to comprehend them.

Those lights and shadows should be the products of the rules.

No matter which one could be approached, it was an unprecedented opportunity for enlightenment.

Among them, there was a blood-colored light shadow connected to his body, presumably the severed bloodline rule.

But unfortunately.

The current situation was not good.

And...The influence of the Capital of the Great Ming on Wuji's mind has increased. He feels that there are many chaotic thoughts in his mind, almost losing the ability to think.

Even vaguely, he sees many people with a black shadow appearing on their heads.

The shape of the shadow is exactly the same as the original shape, but it seems to contain a fatal attraction.

Bad!

Wuji feels that something has come out of his head.

For a moment, there is a sense of missing brain.

After that thing came out, it condensed into a virtual image that looks exactly like him.

Just quietly watching him.

He can feel that this virtual image is a collection of all his desires.

Or... the ego!

Or, is this the ego that the Capital of the Great Ming has manifested?

The ego slowly speaks, "Let's talk..."

"Fuck off!"

Wuji doesn't waste time with him at all, forcefully abandoning all desires, and slashes with his sword.

The ego's face changes drastically, quickly dodging backwards, and cautiously looking at the shining sword in Wuji's hand, seeming to be very wary of the sword and the sword spirit inside.

"Spit!"

Wuji spits, indeed the embodiment of the damn rules.

Unfortunately.

Wuji's sword is specialized in cutting rules.

The ego's face looks a bit ugly, and says in a deep voice, "Let's talk!"

Wuji's face is cold, "Is there a need to talk? If you want to control me, you need time. If I want to kill you, I also need time. Let's compare who takes less time! Either I become your servant, or I dismember and comprehend you."

The ego smiles, "I don't deny that you have the ability to dismember me, but comprehension is not something that can be done in a day or two. I won't hide it from you, there are two groups of people approaching now. The nearest group can arrive in less than two hours."

He waves his hand.

Two figures appear in front of Wuji.

Two groups of people.

One group has more than ten people, whether they have reached the realm of comprehension of the spirit is unknown, but their aura is at the level of the realm of soldiers.

A group of strong soldiers, carrying a sedan chair.

On the sedan chair sits a dwarf with a fierce face.

Wuji doesn't know this group of people.

But there is a familiar feeling, but it's hard to say what exactly is familiar.

Until he sees the mark on the necks of these people.

Mark!

All of them are from the Red Dust?

Is that dwarf from the Red Dust?

Damn it.

The archenemy!

The other group is even more terrifying, nearly twenty strong soldiers, the leader with a wooden expression, looking like a Sima face.

Danqing?

All of them are archenemies?

Wuji sneers, "With our current strength, it is not completely impossible to deal with one of the groups alone. It seems that they can't arrive at the same time. It's too reckless to use this to threaten me."

The ego smiles, "First, those two big monsters are hostile to you. Second, even if you can persuade them, the later group is people from my sect, they are already under the control of the ego, and the rules here have no effect on them. With your current state, how can you fight against them?"

Wuji turns his head.

Thirteen Lord, Mi Xingli, and Hu Huhu are all meditating, already in intense inner struggle.

The only two unaffected are Jin Jinjing and the lazy brother in the shining sword.

With the sharp blade in his hand, Wuji is feared by the ego's rules, so the influence is not that great for now.

But these people, their combat power has been weakened by more than half.

The ego can't help but laugh, "Let's make a deal!"

Wuji holds the blade and his eyes are solemn, "You speak!"

The ego points to the beams of light in the sky, "I want to invite you to be the Lord of the Capital of the Great Ming!"

Wuji sneers, "Just like the first leader of my sect, become your puppet?"

"You actually know my old servant?"

The ego is somewhat surprised, then smiles and shakes his head, "He is just a slave of the Capital of the Great Ming, I granted him power, and he acts on my behalf to develop believers. How can he be qualified to be the Lord of the Capital of the Great Ming? But you are different, you can cut off all the rules of the Capital of the Great Ming and make it all depend on you. In this way, you are the Lord of the Capital of the Great Ming, and the Capital of the Great Ming is you."

Wuji sneers, "Since I don't need your help to become the Lord of the Capital of the Great Ming, why should I negotiate with you?"

"No, no, no!"

The ego smiles and shakes his head, "There can't be two identical worlds in this world. If the Capital of the Great Ming is just a replica of your world, it will eventually not be able to withstand the pressure from your world. At most, it will last for a short time, and then disappear without a trace.

I!

Am the foundation of the Capital of the Great Ming that has lasted for thousands of years.

If you cut off all the rules and make them depend on you, the Capital of the Great Ming will be internalized in you.

From then on, the Capital of the Great Ming will be you, and you will be the Capital of the Great Ming.

And your soul will completely merge with me.

To be precise, not merge with me.

As long as you choose me, I will assimilate into your ego as the embodiment of the rules, which is equivalent to you completely absorbing me."

Wuji sneers, "But if I am completely controlled by the ego, what's the difference from those people controlled by my sect?"

"There is a difference!"

The ego's voice is full of temptation, "You have the entire Capital of the Great Ming, and anyone under any rules will worship you. If you become the saint of the state religion in your world, you can develop everyone into your believers."

Wuji curls his lips, "Not interested, is there any other choice?"

The ego nods, "Yes! If you are lucky enough to withstand the pressure from the believers of my sect and kill me to disassemble and comprehend, you might find a way to restrain me. But the Capital of the Great Ming will also collapse from then on, and the peace you fought so hard to win will completely lose its value within five years.""Of course!

But that's a story for another time.

Because I don't believe you can withstand the onslaught of so many successors."

Ying Wuji: "......"

Tsk!

This is somewhat difficult.

The voice of the Self Rule became increasingly excited: "Ying Wuji! This is a win-win situation! If you become me, you can control a world and hold immense power. If I merge with you, I can leave this hellish place and go to the greater world, fulfilling the prosperous rule with our sacred path."

Prosperous rule?

Is it the kind of prosperity that will crumble from within without any external force?

Ying Wuji was certain.

This Self Rule knew a lot about the internal affairs of my teachings and was well aware of all the changes in the Capital of the Great Ming.

But it was weak and restrained by itself.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be begging so humbly.

He was naturally reluctant to merge.

But he looked at the scene in the light and shadow in front of him.

His expression became more serious.

If he didn't agree, how would he resolve the issue with the mortal world and the painting?

Such a big battle, even at the peak of the Thirteenth Master, could only run away.

The odds of winning were too small.

At least Ying Wuji couldn't think of any method that even had a slight chance of winning.

The thing in front of him.

Although it didn't seem like a good person.

But he could feel that this pure rule itself.

It was just a personality created through his own thoughts.

If he absorbed it.

He was just magnifying his self, not really merging with it.

Just this small price.

Could gain control of the entire Capital of the Great Ming!

It was hard not to be tempted.

The Self Rule took a deep breath and said word by word.

"Think about it!"

"I myself!"

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I apologize, my physical and mental state has been really poor recently.

The recommendation for the station has been delayed, so I haven't been able to update.

But I can't break my promise.

If it still hasn't arrived by the 20th, I'll update on the 20th.

I've been stockpiling drafts recently.

There will be a big wave in early March.

Everyone, get your monthly tickets ready.

Muah.