y she stirred, concealing her powersLogically speaking, at a grand event like the Yellow River Gathering, where the best in the land compete, there should be no one hiding their true strength.But Jian...Upon seeing Lei Zhanqian again, it was already at the ceremony of rewarding the generals on the Pointed General Platform.

Although Jiang Wang said it was a wash, as the actual biggest contributor to the Star Moon Original War, he couldn't miss the award ceremony...

Although this award has nothing to do with him.

After the Battle of Starmoon Origin, Lei Zhanyan disappeared without a trace and was never seen again.

You see, back then, he was always the center of attention.

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To be honest, he almost joined the Star Moon War at the very last moment. He came to the battlefield only after Jiang Wang, who had been on his way for some time, and his mood hadn't been good ever since.

Given the connection to Jiang Wuqi, it's clear that this "cousin" knew something beforehand.

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Today, when I saw him again, he looked haggard and had lost all the domineering air of before. There was no trace of Xingyue's former valiant spirit, who could single-handedly take on three opponents. His imposing presence on the battlefield, where he struck like thunder to punish his enemies, was also gone.

Her long hair was disheveled and unkempt, her eyes dry and vacant. Even when receiving the reward, she seemed absent-minded, lost in thought.

Shi Mingcheng, who presided over the ceremony, didn't hold a grudge against him. He just went through the motions and let him get off the stage.

Jiang Wuqi, a prince with the appearance of a wise ruler, fell. Along with him, Yan Tu, the commander of the Zhan Yu army, was also brought down.

As for Shi Mingcheng, another general commanding the nine divisions, it's hard to say what he was thinking.

"Alas." Chong Xuan sighed, "Brother Wang, how can you bear to bully him again in the future"

The expression is truly kind. It seems that back then, a letter enraged Lei Zhanqian to rush to the capital overnight and make a fortune on Lei Zhanqian's behalf, but it wasn't him who did the same thing.

Jiang Wang gave the fat man a withering look. He, a promising young man, was being spoken to as if he were a hooligan! It was truly infuriating. What had Jiang Wang ever done to wrong anyone It wasn't that he hadn't been provoked!

"Just by saying a few less words, you've already done good deeds," he snorted coldly.

They glared at each other, then turned their eyes away almost simultaneously, and almost instinctively, they both looked at Xie Baoshu.

This time, the State of Qi rose to great prominence in the war.

The peerless talents who participated in the Star Moon War were awarded according to their different performances in the war. Based on their family backgrounds, they deserved every bit of these rewards. The problems that arise from them should be minimized as much as possible.

This battle, at the very least, earned me a promotion to a deputy general of the Ninth Rank.

Of course, if we talk about official ranks, they are all below Grand Master Jiang's rank of a third-grade Golden Melon Warrior.

With cultivation that has yet to reach the level of a deity, holding a rank three official position, Jiang Qingyang is still the number one person in Qi Country.

Xie Baoshu was standing on the stage receiving the award at this time, full of energy and vigor.

After a fierce battle on the Starmoon Plain, where he faced life and death and reaped glory, he had come to understand.

If you can't beat Jiang Wang, then just give up.

A true man aspires to greatness, and should not be held back by petty grievances!

If Wen Girl wants to get married, then let her get married.

A man of true courage need not worry about being without a wife!

He walked down from the high platform, his proud eyes scanning the crowd. When he saw Chong Xuan Sheng and Jiang Wang, he even nodded politely.

That means very clearly— I, Xie Baoshu, am magnanimous and forgive you all!

Zhong Xuan Sheng under the stage frowned: "Is Xie Xiaobao provoking us"

"That's the smell!" Jiang Wang said, "Look, he's even nodding condescendingly from above!"

Their eyes met, and they had already reached a tacit understanding about their next objective.

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Shi Mingcheng's time is precious, so the entire awards ceremony was kept brief and concise.

In fact, if it weren't for the political significance of "victory over Jing Guo," a war on the scale of Xingyue Yuan would not have warranted the presence of the War God commanding or the Nine Commanders presiding over the postwar rewards ceremony.

The fact that the award ceremony was held at Dianjiangtai instead of Taimiao shows that this battle was more symbolic than practical. The real key to the conflict between Qi Jing and Wei was the political maneuvering behind the scenes.

The commendation ceremony soon came to an end. The outstanding Li Longchuan received the rank of a Jiuzu Zhengjiang military officer, while the heavily victorious but underperforming Chongxuan Sheng received the rank of a Jiuzu Fuzhang military officer. As for Yan Fu, who decorated the war with his Dao Yuanshi, he was given a lucrative position in the Household Department.

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Of course, this concept of "fat" is only relative to others. For Young Master Yan, there is no such thing as fat or thin; anyway, they all pay money to take office.

After a battle at the Starmoon Origin, if we disregard its political implications, among all the prodigies in the Qi Nation's team, only Yan Fu ended up losing. And his losses couldn't be compensated for! However, this "loss" is only relative. What's a gaping hole for others is merely a pinprick on him; he doesn't mind it at all.

Chong Xuan didn't have any complaints either. He, along with Jiang Wang, had already begun strategizing where to intercept Xie Xiaobao—after all, they all lived in Yaoguang Fang, making it quite convenient to run into each other.

At that moment, Lei Zhanyan walked straight towards the two of them.

Zhong Xuan Sheng and Jiang Wang looked at each other, both a little confused. Apart from those times when he was looking for a fight, Lei Zhanqian had never taken the initiative to talk to them.

Lei Zhanyuan only looked at Jiang Wang, saying succinctly: "Jiang Qingyang. No abandonment... bequeathed his life to me, and asked me to take you to Changsheng Palace, saying he has a gift for you."

Jiang Wang was quite surprised, but still nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Lei, for leading the way."

Zhong Xuan Sheng stood there silently. Jiang Wuqi was dead, so even if he got closer to Changsheng Palace now, no one would suspect anything. A trip to Changsheng Palace, to reminisce or pay respects, wouldn't be a big deal.

“You've been to Changsheng Palace, you should know the way... Well, I'm going back now.”

After Lei Zhanyan finished speaking, he turned and left.

Jiang Wang was even more surprised: "Lei ge, you're not going"

Le Zhanqian didn't look back, just listlessly waved his hand: "I'm tired, I'm going home to sleep."

He Lei Zhàn Qián is not really stupid.

Jiang Wuxi had a gift for Jiang Wang, but with so many people in Changsheng Palace, why did she specifically ask Lei Zhanyan to come and receive it

It's obvious that he wants to use this opportunity to resolve the conflict between him and Jiang Wang.

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Jiang Qingyang is now at the peak of his career. Looking at all the young prodigies in the entire Qi State, only Chong Xuan Zun can be compared to him.

To be honest, after Jiang Wuqidi's death, Lei Zhanyan was no match for him.

The Lei family is just a second-rate clan. They are inferior to the renowned Xuan, Li, and Yan families.

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He Lei Zhanqian suffered three consecutive defeats at the hands of Jiang Wang, each loss more humiliating than the last. He lost at Qixing Valley's arena, then again at Wudou Field, and finally at the Master's Ceremony. These losses nearly shattered his confidence. Now that Jiang Wang had entered Wai Lou, even defeating Chen Suan in Xingyueyuan, he aimed for an invincible position beneath the divine realm. Without Jiang Wuqi to support him, what could Lei Zhanqian possibly use against such a formidable opponent

Jiang Wuqi asked him to bring Jiang Wang, hoping that he could win Jiang Wang's forgiveness for him. As the face of a deceased person, he smoothed the way for his cousin.

He understood Jiang Wuqidi's feelings too well.

He has always been arrogant and looked down on others. But why, as his cousin, did he always need Jiang Wuqidi, his cousin, to help him out of trouble

He had already grown accustomed to that constant cough, a persistent reminder that accompanied him in everything he did, from navigating social interactions to honing his fighting skills. Despite being younger than him, he always carried himself with an air of maturity and would constantly remind him of what was right and wrong. He would point out his shortcomings while still maintaining a facade of respect for their familial bond as cousins.

When he was very young, his grandfather told him that his cousin didn't have a mother and he had to take good care of him. But why, after so many years, was Lei Zhanyan always the one being taken care of

Even though the boy wrapped in white fox fur is gone forever, his concerned gaze still reaches across that eternal distance, dissolving hostility toward his cousin.

Jiang Wang also understood the meaning.

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Jiang Wang's attitude was also very good.

But how could he accept that

Could it be that he, Lei Zhanyan, has never helped Jiang Wuyi, but has always been a burden to him

He was grief-stricken by Jiang Wuqi's sudden departure, tormented by his own powerlessness, and utterly exhausted by the irretrievability of it all.

He once vowed to clear all obstacles for his cousin, and for this, he didn't hesitate to attack everyone in Qixing Valley, daring to provoke Jiang Wuxie.

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But what has he actually done

He was tired.

Lei Zhanyan's complex emotions, Jiang Wang probably could see one or two, but he didn't say anything, just looked at Chong Xuan Sheng: "Want to accompany me to a trip to Changsheng Palace"

"You didn't even ask me." Chongxuan snorted. "Don't even think about making me your driver and guard the gate outside the palace for you!"

Jiang Wang expressed his regret: “I'm sorry, Brother Chongxuan. I have to take my leave now.”

"We don't have to say goodbye so formally. I and Shi Fourteen will wait for you at your house." Chong Xuan laughed mischievously.

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As the carriage couldn't reach him, Lord Jiang could only walk there helplessly.

Walking and pondering Taoism at the same time was quite enjoyable, it eased some of the bitterness.

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Now that he's entered the outer courtyard, he can finally try learning the superior yellow-ranked Dao Techniques "Dragon and Tiger" and "Flame Flower Burning City" that he had received earlier.

Although the Huangjie Dao techniques generally require a high level of spiritual realm cultivation as a threshold, Jiang Wang had some foundation in both the "Dragon and Tiger" passed down from Old Yang and the "Flame Flower Burning City" passed down from Left Guanglie.

Furthermore, he could use his flames to burn down cities. He possessed the divine fire of the "Threefold Burning," which was a fire walking ability. Meanwhile, “Dragon-Tiger” boasted that “human body with a spine like a dragon, can summon eight winds as tigers.” His unyielding wind, was one of the eight winds.

After all, it belongs to the extraordinary level. Although I have been pondering it for a long time before reaching the realm of outer palace, and I haven't slacked off along the way from Starmoon Origin to Qi Country, I still haven't mastered it.

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Cultivation is a long process, powerful Taoism cannot be obtained overnight. Jiang Wang was not in a hurry. He just stood outside the gate, slowly exploring.

The Dianjiangtai is located west of Linzi City, still a considerable distance from the Changsheng Palace.

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After walking for a while, Jiang Wang had to put on his cloak to avoid being recognized and besieged again. Now he was in Linzi. Through one incident after another, his fame had long since reached its peak. Calling him the first proud man of Qi State, few would disagree. It was already difficult to stroll leisurely.

He was also curious about what Jiang Wuqi had left him as a gift.

He asked himself that he didn't really have much interaction with Jiang Wuqi.

Their interactions were limited to those involving Jiang Wuyong or Lei Zhanqian, hardly pleasant. The only time they had interacted privately was during that test of internal strength where they sparred against each other.

To say we understand each other deeply, that's certainly true. But to say we have a close personal bond, it hasn't had time to develop yet.

Of course, Jiang Wuqi is still Jiang Wuqi. Even if this gift was just a pretense to mend the rift between him and Lei Zhanyuan, it should have something extraordinary about it.

Or perhaps, whatever it may be. Because the name "Jiang Wuqi" naturally sets one's expectations high.

Within the sprawling complex of Qihou Palace, Changle, Huaying, Yangxin, and Changle Palaces stand out as particularly significant. Positioned on the outer layer of the palace complex, they each subtly form their own center.

When Jiang Wang arrived at the Changsheng Palace, there were still guards outside the palace gate. Though people came and went, the tea didn't get cold as quickly.

It is said that the emperor decreed that Changsheng Palace would be preserved forever, so this place should not change...

Right outside the palace gates stood Master Feng.

After just a short time away, the old man with dark eyes seemed even older. The air of danger that used to surround him was gone.

There was a trace of sorrow between his brows, but his manners remained impeccable: “Lord Jiang.”

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Then, Jiang Wang humbly returned the greeting and said: "Brother Lei told me that Eleventh Prince left a gift for me."

Feng Gu turned to look behind him a few times: "Was this sent by Young Master Lei"

Jiang Wang waved his hand dismissively and said, "He's a bit tired, so he went back to rest first."

Feng Gu probably knew Lei Zhanqian's temper, so he only sighed softly and said, "Come this way."

Following Feng Gu, she walked forward. This was her second time visiting Changsheng Palace.

It was still an imposing palace, but no matter how Jiang Wang searched, he couldn't find that bright feeling from when he first arrived.

... unrelated to lighting or layout.

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The spirit of this palace indeed departed with that sickly prince.

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In the long corridor, Feng Gu's footsteps were silent, while Jiang Wang's steps were clean and determined.

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He came here willingly, to fulfill the promise made by Jiang Wuqidi before his death.

It can be said that this was a truly epic battle, a draw with both sides shining brightly. As we bid farewell to the spectacle of that rainbow that sliced through the sky.

Feng Gu walked ahead and suddenly spoke, "Your Highness has always been very optimistic about the Marquis. He often said that with a talented person like you coming to Qi, it was a blessing for Great Qi. It's just because you are close to the Third Highness, he didn't want to make things difficult for you, so he didn't get too close."

Jiang Wang was a little unsure what to say, so he only said: "I also have great respect for the Eleventh Prince."

Feng Gu remained silent. Unlike last time, he didn't seem eager to introduce Jiang Wang to everyone, and there was no trace of pride in his words.

He looked very aged. Like this palace, he seemed to have lost some of his support.

As for Jiang Wuxi, he certainly has countless topics to delve into... but what could be said

The person is gone.

He once again led Jiang Wang to the same secluded hall as before. Feng Gu took a deep breath and stopped at the entrance, bowing slightly to invite him in: "His Highness said that any object in this hall, Lord Marquis, you can take if you fancy it. After this, we shall not meet again. It's considered a thought left for you."

Ginger Hope remembered that this was Ginger Wuqi's study.

As the main residence of Changsheng Palace, it naturally wouldn't be lacking in precious objects.

The value of these "randomly chosen" characters is immeasurable.

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After that, they never saw each other again.

The news of Jiang Wuqi's death was always a hazy thing for Jiang Wang. There was a sense of disbelief, something that felt unreal. Although she knew the message couldn't be false, there was always a feeling that something might change.

How can such a luminous figure just die like that

Only when he heard Mr. Feng's words did he truly realize ——

Jiang Wuqi did indeed leave.

Death does not give any leniency because of its brilliance.

Jiang Wang walked into the hall. The first thing he noticed was still that desk.

A pile of idle books was stacked in the upper right corner of the desk.

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Jiang Wuqi once introduced it, saying that it was a collection of stories about righteous men, heroes, evil spirits, and rogues. He rarely had time to relax, so he decided to read it.

Now that I think about it, for someone with such a broad mind and concern for the world, idleness is truly the greatest pain. So they need to find solace in those so-called idle books.

If he hadn't been born into a royal family, he might have worn a sword at his waist and roamed the world, upholding justice and seeking revenge with righteous fury. Just like that day when he was eager to test his strength against Jiang Wang and prove his martial prowess.

He's only seventeen.

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In the upper left corner of the desk, there was a bowl of medicinal soup. Although it had been cold for a long time, one could still smell its bitterness.

In the center of the desk, a stack of pure white rice paper was laid out.

Besides, the brush rested on the inkstone, and the ink had dried up.

"Your Highness left in such a hurry, I didn't have time to pack." Feng Gu explained from behind.

This study has two entire walls filled with bookshelves, and a dazzling array of books in all sorts of categories.

Feng Gu stood before the desk facing the wall and proactively introduced, “These are all classics from various schools of thought, with a selection from most major academic traditions. The ones that remain were mostly reviewed by Your Highness, deemed to hold some value for discussion.”

Jiang Wang only cast a cursory glance, and immediately felt a sense of awe and admiration.

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Feng Gu walked to the other wall and introduced carefully: "Here are some Taoist scriptures, secret techniques, as well as Your Highness's cultivation notes, articles written by Your Highness, and some poems, calligraphy, and paintings."

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The bookshelves on this wall were also piled high, showing the extent of Jiang Wuqidi's accumulation.

Feng Gu pointed to the opposite side: "These are all exquisite objects favored by His Highness. Some of them have extraordinary magical powers... Sir, if you like anything, just take it."

Shelves against the wall held a collection of objects, most of which Jiang Wang had never seen before. He'd only glanced at them briefly last time, but this closer look... still left him unable to make out their true nature.

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The entire study, save for the wall behind the writing desk, was blank.

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After the desk, on the large chair where Jiang Wuqidi often sat, there was a white, somewhat worn-out cushion. Feng Gu did not introduce it.

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Jiang Wang walked to the bookshelf where Jiang Wuki's notes were stacked, and asked aloud, "May I take a look"

"You may do as you please," Feng Gu said.

Instead of looking at those precious cultivation secrets or going through the notes of that peerless genius, Jiang Wang simply quietly read some articles written by Jiang Wuqi.

The Eleventh Prince's thoughts on this country, this world, and life itself are all reflected in these writings.

To read his writing is like socializing with him.

I read through them one by one after looking at them for a long time.

Feng Gu also did not urge, but silently accompanied him.

After reading for a while, Jiang Wang went to look at Jiang Wuqi's calligraphy and paintings.

The topmost scroll was plainly written recently and hadn't yet been framed.

Jiang Wang unfolded it, and saw a magnificent and imposing character—

“Heaven does not abandon my great Qi, nor does Jiang (referring to himself) abandon me!”

The spirit and energy displayed in this calligraphy are quite unlike the Eleventh Prince's usual sickly appearance.

But it is more in line with the image of the Changsheng Palace Master who used himself as bait to eliminate all traitors and achieve equal governance.

"I'll take this painting." Jiang Wang said.

"Of course," Feng Gu was a little surprised. There were countless treasures in this study, many secret arts and artifacts, famous works from all over the world, yet Jiang Wang chose none of them. He only chose the calligraphy written by Jiang Wuqi with his own hand.

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Though written by Jiang Wuqi, it possesses no mystical secrets or extraordinary powers. In truth, it is not more valuable than other ordinary objects.

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He couldn't help but remind her, "Don't you want to think about it anymore"

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Jiang Wang carefully rolled up the painting scroll and put it into a storage box, saying earnestly, "His Highness told me to keep something that would remind me of him, and this painting is the one that does so most effectively."

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Feng Gu was slightly moved, but soon restrained his expression and simply said, "My lord, you can take whatever you want. This is the decree of the Lord."

“Thank you.” Jiang Wang looked around. This study was full of Jiang Wuqi’s traces, so vivid and bright. Perhaps this was also the reason why Feng Gu didn't want to clean it up.

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"I hope he got what he wanted when he left," he said lastly.

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Feng Gu lowered his eyes in response.

With the word collected, Jiang Wang prepared to leave.

But at this time Feng Gu suddenly remembered something else.

"Well then," he turned back and rummaged through the bookshelf, pulling out a book, and walked over.

"After the last time your Lordship visited Changsheng Palace, His Highness specially prepared this gift for you... but it didn't get delivered in time."

Jiang Wang knew that he would soon leave Qi State and be pursued...

"What book" he asked, taking it with a touch of curiosity.

It was evident that this was a beautifully bound book, with five large characters emblazoned on its cover —

The Legend of the Thousand Beauties from Various States.

It was only then that Jiang Wang vaguely recalled that last time, he seemed to, perhaps, vaguely, indeed have chatted with Jiang Wuqi about this book.

In the bottom left corner of the book, there is a stamp that reads: "Heavenly Capital Archives."

Lord Jiang, who has been reading a lot lately, of course knows that "Tian Du" is a well-respected name in the publishing world, and "Tian Du Collection" has always been synonymous with classics.

I can't help but wonder a little.

How can even a library have typos

He could fully feel that as the Lord of Changsheng Palace, Jiang Wuqi had come all this way to get him the Heaven's Capital Edition of "A Thousand Beauties from a Hundred Kingdoms" just because he had casually mentioned it.

But he was just idly chattering. He had never really read any books in his life, not even when he was a child.

In this situation, with these circumstances, how could he possibly refuse the feelings of his departed loved ones

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"I can only follow now," he said with a sigh, "Your Highness has been so thoughtful."

Feng Gu respectfully bowed: "My lord, please proceed. I am old and weak, so I will not see you off any further."

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"No need to see me off, please rest... Please be strong."

Jiang Wang performed a sincere bow, then left alone.

Although Changsheng Palace was vast, after several visits, he had already memorized the path.

While walking, I also browsed through the books given by Kai Jiang Wu Qi, and I also wanted to see what kind of books the Eleventh Prince had collected with such care, which attracted Zhong Xuan Feng Hua's deep fascination. What kind of writing was it that captivated him so...

Two pages later.

Close it quickly.

He quickened his pace, flushed and breathless.ceased, and I have no siblings. I am just an ordinary maid, bought and sold at will. The lord pitied my orphaned and hard-working state, so he bestowed upon me something extraordinary…”This will clos...