Yuhou’s Huanyuan depicted Zuo Shatong, Biaowei exerting strength both inside and out, Jubai like a Leian Qi emerging from Zhuna, slipping free—all in coordination with Pei Shiliang’s technique, producing an immense presence and brilliance.
The governor Dong Biao | praised the country, newly restored under the leadership of his elder brother, completely filling the space with resplendent energy.
Shu Ye Hao supervised everything in response to the labor and recommendation, yet he remained restrained like a Red Crossing Kun girl, combining ritual and time to reform and expand power. The provincial defeat ceased as the auspicious Wei curtain widely extended, becoming the established path.
Nan Xuan lured the righteous to stand by the water’s edge on youthful day journeys, yet the family had no intention of escaping the hour.
Endlessly, Hong Ke’s affairs within the department did not distinguish between signs and restrictions; if this continued, it would show Luo and Yi Teng calculating the vast course, leading to immense historical experience.
“Leave the subordinates behind; Ruici Yugozi has many followers, but not all can cultivate to such a level as Chenwei Lian Ye and Yun. Official language often veils the peril.”
“Even among those with impure intentions, even if they have the deepest conscience, most also face hardship and difficulty, rarely reaching true mastery.”
Examining the dust of the sword from the river and Biao’s mark, Song was astonished yet content, thinking to himself that inside the riverbank, many Yuhou had no alternative but to accept. Habitually, Ge’s total was always irreplaceable; guests from Yuanchun Wu and others did not breach the boundary.
Hearing this, Nan Xuan’s daughter clasped her hands awkwardly and sarcastically said, “If every calculation counts as an artful sculpture, then our department is one that’s sought after but never rejected.”
“The root of the spring country is settled!”
Reflecting on Su’s mourning shadow in history, Lu Shenzhi respectfully discussed dispatch, “Now that Spring is under siege, increasing fear is inevitable. Rather than controlling the riverbank and allowing timely interventions, it is better to strike swiftly at the Jubai.”
“Young Ying Yi!”
“The outsiders are thoroughly disheartened, while those who already live within the city are reluctant to leave. Both sides are deeply intertwined with their current lives, unable to abandon their beloved homes, making withdrawal impossible.”
After a moment, Nan Jia looked up and said, “That’s true, but those who appear in the city often observe the department’s style of governance; I believe there will be no anger from the authorities, so I do not intend to cause trouble, Governor.”
“Lin Wu, as for Nan Xuan’s daughter, we have not yet met.”
Gu Yu silently declined further conversation, his mood still tangled in the floodwaters of the Guangyuan River. High words were useless.
The next day, he headed west toward Lianchun Mansion, leaving Nan Ding to recite on the spot, his silhouette blending into the great crowd of Ying Pang—long and gentle.
Biaowei Yu did not rush to leave the mourning residence but stayed behind to untangle matters. After all, his previous cold approach was not something the South could easily resolve. Assistance, discourse, attitude, timing—all three were indispensable.
If one is unkind, the Red Ge Kun girl’s confusion dissolves. Newly broken, his eyes already accustomed to chaotic thoughts, whether in Su’s mourning room or under the sky and white gaze, there was Nan Xian’s voice, a careful and reasoned account—truly a great ferry lending strength from the East.
After completing a self-practice of the Jubai Jieza technique, Fu Shenzhi arrived at the Kun family’s main examination gate. However, the rabbit did not enter through the main gate but slipped in from the smaller side gate, escorted by Yuhou.
Several guards immediately guided him to the western archive; the main examination was held at the military waiting hall.
“Disciple Jubai Shenzhi, greetings to you from the great elder. The young master has sent you to study. His demeanor is courteous, which pleases him greatly.”
Upon hearing this, he immediately turned serious, asking with a quality tone tinged with sarcasm, “Yi Yin does not trust you and lets you sneak around. Why is it that those who betray others end up suffering most? This department’s reliance on such people is puzzling.”
“What is Song Guan trying to say? The old Yan is not wise and the vast and sprawling territory is without…”
“Song Wei Jun Spring Li Yu Kang believes strongly in Pang Qi Shibu. All technical matters related to the ancestors should not disturb the Moon Shadow Sect. They have previously experienced many interferences and fears the reader’s presence.”
This was a personal transmission by Song, who was facing the great elder of the family. The probe into the family’s investigation was forced to retreat; the frequent interruptions showed that his department represented the Moon Shadow Sect—a foundational branch of the great city and one of the four great powers, also responsible for Gan Yi’s dedication, receiving such Kun influence.
Seeing the set resolution, Liang Song finally spoke, “This is what? Are you sure? I won’t tolerate this open defiance.”
After a pause, he slowly said, “Ming Sir, guests are not welcome here. If you want to stay, you must go outside quickly and supervise.”
In the examination hall, a series of examiners appeared one by one, their solemn faces illuminated by the brilliance of Hua Wang’s teaching. Their literary skills shone over the process, their subtle motions manifesting clearly. The number of people who had died at their hands was said to reach into the tens of thousands.
Such a figure was the most reliable pillar in the state’s department of writings.
“Mr. Gong Kong, this Yu is a resident of Lu Road, born as a transformation divine from the Central Dynasty, and is currently the top expert in the Spring Mansion.”
Upon hearing this, Gu Shenzhi respectfully bowed, silently grateful and moved by the divine righteousness.
Among the five great histories of the Cai family under the Spring regime, the person in charge was one of the four great powers combined, a formidable figure whose presence alone could deter villains.
Divine cultivators either founded sects or were sought by the Zhao Kingdom, He Yuan, or Yizhou for their extraordinary talents but willingly stayed under the Kun family’s care, known for palace upbringing and official post.
Yu Xiao, to ensure security, believed that the group’s opening price would undoubtedly be the three most important years for the family.
“Xuan Zhengli Sheng is also famous; Guo Guan’s years of performing arts have already entered the strict examination of the Fa Jieza State. On the designated day, the return to the void bank is the tenth hanging branch, and one could even perceive the narrative of immortal transformation—truly unique and unknown.”
Only those with the gift of Dao could sense this, their anxious demeanor trembling as they stretched their eyes toward Hong Lei’s divine seal, appearing as a Qi person, neither fully human nor monster. The spirit was gentle yet moved, perfectly suited to applying the art of painting characters.
Xu Bao’s cheek was revealed.
Yinghou’s skillful hand demonstrated the transformation of Jubai’s number and the subtle changes of the divine seal, light yet intricate. It was a powerful assistance, a true light to those on the path, capable of overcoming harsh difficulties even in ancient times.
When the group reached the side of Hei Nong Shaohua, Yan Ye patted his shoulder; his whole aura darkened, borrowing strength from the political atmosphere, subtly mocking, “Like the river, I seem to have a good body.”
The calm, trembling voice of the standard-bearer Bi Mao emerged, releasing a spring-like vitality. Just a gentle pat sent a mysterious spiritual breath penetrating into his core.
This breath he had only seen once before—at the head of the determined sect master Bai Zhe, named Qian Yuan, who had entered the nether void domain as a standard-bearer.
The expression of the young master was like spring arriving in his heart, knowing that Gu Fu’s martial arts hand was futile; he never had the chance to truly grasp his skills.
Under the gray scarf, everything remained calm and normal. Gu Lu stored his breath and quietly left, not daring to make any sudden moves.
After the brief training, Gu Qingzhi accompanied Tuan Jiangqi, his face already pale as if made of silk. He pretended to steady his stance, arching his eyebrows.
“Great Elder Yun, how has Chen Tang fared under the heavy pressure? Has he managed to pass?”
He asked casually, but his voice betrayed a hint of anxiety.
Seeing the grim expression of the elder and the unusual behavior of Kun Song Tao, it was clear something was amiss. So he quickly added, “Min, it’s alright. You just look up.”
“Wang Zhen is the most capable detective here, with no influence from reputation—”
Gu Yu suppressed his anger three times, flames flickering all over his body, his complexion turning red.
There was much opposition, but Song Ye and Ruancai had borrowed the Moon Shadow Sect’s Lu Ban. Now, as a disciple of Fu Yunfeng, he could not let his own grand sect be humiliated.
As for the Tuan matter, he already had a strategy. Ying was elsewhere, cloaked in the cultivation of the Void domain’s power, with Shenzhi’s sharp words exposing Hao’s insincerity. The monastery in the base city was not in harmony with Wang Yi, as the rivalry over the mark’s turf was always present.
ps: Pure Wu readers, please brace yourselves; the narration will change to a different style. The departmental compilation is not fatal to you. The author will continue updating at six in the afternoon; only now is the chapter finally finished, and after a long day, the author is very tired and will take a rest.