The Khan, the Chanyu, dressed in garnts originally ant for heaven-worship, ancestor homage, and the establishnt of a royal court, are sent by the soldiers to the front, demanding the city gates to open in surrender amidst the cold winds.
There is dead silence.
Li Guanyi raises his hand, and the army behind him raises their weapons, shouting: "Surrender!"
"Surrender!"
"Surrender!!"
The sound is grim and domineering, resounding through the clouds.
Li Guanyi lowers his palm, and the entire army falls silent, only that fierce killing aura, soldier’s evil spirit, surges into the sky, swelling higher and higher, terrifying the Khans who have been utterly subdued, making their bodies tremble and their scalps tingle, they shout:
"Open the gates, open the gates!"
"Surrender!"
In the war, seventeen cities fell in three days, with the Pri Minister, the Capital Commandant leading 2,500 n to surrender, capturing 30,200 of the captured army, capturing the Five Kings, the Queen Mother, the Chanyu’s concubine, and 59 princes.
The Pri Minister, the General, the Dang Hu, and sixty-three Capital Commandants.
Racing along the way thus, those who are struck all submit, invincible wherever they go, through combat, supplying with provisions, replacing weapons and mounts, identifying the geographical map in greater detail, then rushing towards the target with even more resolve and swiftness.
From the outside, it seems like an incredible high-speed strategy, but to Li Guanyi and others, it only feels like the overwhelming montum that cannot be stopped, under such montum of conquest everywhere, it’s either a great success or a great defeat.
In the intensifying conquests along the way, Fan Qing finds his leadership becoming more delicate, if he discards the detailed adjustnts and coordination, there might be a slight improvent in the top value of his leadership ability.
But, this should already be the limit.
After all, he is just a fugitive from a farming household.
Fan Qing is already extrely satisfied.
Moreover, perhaps due to participating in this grand and magnificent expedition, Fan Qing feels that the cultivation foundation, which seed absolutely impossible to breakthrough, has faintly stirred with ripples, at this mont reaching the peak of the Fourth Layer Heaven.
When shaking hands, one could faintly hear so majestic roaring sound.
Is that the Dharma Form?
Fan Qing remains silent, if he could cultivate a Divine Charm, what would it be?
Fifth Layer Heaven...
This level can allow a person to beco a Great General, is it really possible for him to reach it?
He looks at the back of Li Guanyi, feeling sowhat stirred, and this army of over six thousand that is about to tamorphose is here taking their final rest, Li Guanyi looks into the distance, a while ago, he gazed from Anxi City, the extrely distant mountains are now within reach.
Raising his head, he can see the mountain ridges straight as swords.
[Juxu Mountain], is almost there.
This is the last day of the year.
Next year, when the Xiongnu conduct their ancestor worship, heaven worship, it will also be when Li Guanyi grows another year older.
Li Guanyi exhales, his gaze calm, sitting in the captured city, the soldiers are nding their weapons, adjusting their ntal state, after dashing all the way here, in their hearts, there is no more fear, no more dread.
And there’s no road back.
What remains is only heroism, courage, a feeling of being uplifted by the grandeur so subli that even individuals are swept into its vast waves, if this battle is accomplished, it will surely go down in history, carrying a sense of confronting the torrent of history and ti.
And Li Guanyi is writing letters.
Writing to his Aunt, and also to Grandpa Murong Longtu in far-off Jiangnan.
It may not be possible to send them out, yet it’s a way to soothe his ntal state.
Telling Aunt that his music has deteriorated sowhat.
And telling Grandpa about swordsmanship, the swordsmanship diagram that Grandpa Murong Longtu left him, he has practiced it to great proficiency, and has also created his own Snake Slayer, but Li Guanyi knows, that sword move, is likely to be the pinnacle of his swordsmanship.
In this life, conquering all directions, should he fortunately pacify the world.
At the ti when establishing peace with the sword, perhaps he could comprehend one more move.
That sword move, would certainly be an unsurpassable limit and pinnacle in this life.
However, that path is different from Grandpa’s, the kind of straightforward and domineering swordsmanship in the Martial World, Li Guanyi certainly cannot cultivate it, Li Guanyi dips into the ink, writes on the papyrus of the Western Regions:
"Therefore, I feel sowhat sorry for Grandpa’s painstaking efforts."
"Those many swordsmanship techniques, I cannot possibly cultivate them completely, yet, I have this one sword move..."
Li Guanyi lifts his gaze, he has sat quietly through the night, calming his heart, Fan Qing holds his spear, Qibi Li wipes his blade with a fine cloth, Ling Pingyang holds his spear with closed eyes, and those over six thousand comrades charging like thunder are all silent, carrying a calm military school’s killing aura.
The world is at war, the Northern Border is in contention, the State Preceptor of Ying Country and the Great Khan of Grassland battle in the Northern Border, the Tiger Barbarian Cavalry, and the Night Rider Cavalry vie in the Central Plains, Yuwen Lie wields his spear, Jiang Wanxiang makes his move, heroes from all sides, the Wolf King grows stronger with age, the Phoenix first tries its clear sound.
And I...
In front of Li Guanyi, a map of the world’s territories seems to appear.
He suddenly chuckles softly, his fingers like a sword, slashing once from Anxi City.
Traversing the Western Regions, tearing through the world, cutting off the great montum.
Li Guanyi’s sword-finger pauses in mid-air, pausing on the ’Western Regions Map’ before him, his battle robe fluttering, the cold gleam of his armor, his gaze slightly lowered:
"This is my sword move, different from yours, Grandpa."
He slowly withdraws his finger:
"This sword is unyielding in its path, unparalleled in its rise, unmatched in its fall, beyond reach of any sides."
"Though it cannot yet pierce through floating clouds above, nor stop the chronicles of the earth below."
"Yet it can already resound like thunder."
"Grandpa, in just a few days, you in Jiangnan, should be able to witness my sword move."
"What kind of spirit it is."
"In my own words, with this sword, I invite you to witness it, Grandpa."
Li Guanyi places the letter away, then gripping his weapon, he stands, strides downward, Fan Qing, Qibi Li, Ling Pingyang, Wang Shunchen silently follow behind, lifting their gaze afar, the Holy Mountain of the Western Regions [Juxu Mountain] lies ahead.
They are preparing for the grandest royal court worship of heaven.
Unaware that [the guest] is coming.
Li Guanyi addresses the calm and grim military force, simply saying:
"March forth."
A thousand troops respond, with but this one word:
"Yes!"
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