"Alas, you and I serve as generals for the sa country."
"Otherwise, my blade would have already severed your head."
This one sentence left everyone speechless, as only this proud Divine General walked away, while Grandmaster Jiang Su stood alone, his black robe trailing, offering a faint smile as he calmly walked away: "Youthful."
He looked at his own palm, lowered his eyes, and thought of his younger self.
Jiang Su closed his eyes, clenched his palm, and spoke indifferently:
"Unification of the World."
"Matters in life, fa after death, what of it?"
"Still concerned whether thods are fair and honorable, Yuwen Lie, you are not mature enough. One day, you will die in this chaotic world because of your pride..."
On this day, an unbridgeable rift silently erged between the two most elite Divine Generals of Ying Country.
......
In the Southwest, the Southwest Prince and others agreed with Xue Shuangtao’s proposal, so the young Tower Master personally took out a letter, requesting the local City Lords to leave their seals, and then wrote in bold characters, expressing the hope to invite Li Guanyi here.
The Southwest Prince beca sowhat worried: "But, we don’t have that many people here, though not few either. Would Marquis Qin Wu really be willing to co here? What if he thinks we’ve set up a trap to lure him and capture him, what then?"
That young Tower Master responded calmly:
"In that case, I will personally take this letter to him."
Tai Boyong mused, looking at this Tower Master, although the Tower Master carries himself with grace and elegance, he is old and experienced, and at a glance realized this must be an unparalleled beauty in disguise, he teased:
"Oh? It seems, that Marquis Qin Wu, trusts you a lot, Tower Master."
Xue Shuangtao gracefully replied:
"Indeed."
"He should."
Tai Boyong raised an eyebrow thoughtfully.
The Southwest Prince looked at Xue Shuangtao, overjoyed: "Haha, this is the best possible outco! I, too, wish to see my dear nephew again! Hahaha, the Fifth Divine General of the World!"
Xue Shuangtao smiled and nodded, then took her leave, as there was a banquet; all the City Lords in the Southwest were quite fond of this Tower Master Xue, bestowing various gifts upon her. Soone laughingly ntioned that there were birds with feathered plumage of deep green here, made into tian-tsui hairpins, unmatched in the world.
They were treasures, and just happened to be here, so they were given to her as gifts for their first eting.
That young lady smiled as she politely declined.
The City Lord complinted: "But with your grace, using just this wooden hairpin is too plain."
Xue Shuangtao calmly replied, saying:
"Thank you for your kindness, but this wooden hairpin was hand-carved by soone."
"In this world, there is no second him, and no second hairpin."
Soone laughingly said: "Ah, so it is sentint for old things, haha."
Xue Shuangtao responded: "It is not the hairpin that holds deep feelings."
"The hairpin is but a lifeless object, the deep feelings are for the person it symbolizes."
"The affection for old friendships, how can it easily change?"
The many Southwest City Lords and leaders observing her deanor, with her composed and unyielding nature, all held her in respect.
After the banquet, she stepped out of the joyful gathering, standing in the Qingzhulin, listening to the rustling wind, her sleeves fluttering; though dressed as a man, she exuded an inexpressible charisma and grace, taking a deep breath of the bamboo-forest air, her expression serene.
A woman with graying temples, carrying a sword, looked at her, and said: "Shuangtao."
Xue Shuangtao said: "Qingyan Aunt."
The woman with graying temples looked at the young lady before her, her expression gentle, yet still maintained a cool tone as always, saying: "Your martial skills are ordinary, this place is miasma-ridden, unlike the Central Plains, staying here too long, your body will not acclimate well, and you may inevitably fall ill."
"Not long now before you must leave."
Xue Shuangtao said: "Understood."
After a while, Chen Qingyan mused: "Do you think the Southwest Prince and the others will make any decisions?"
Xue Shuangtao said: "I do not know."
"But at least now, they have this thought in their minds."
Xue Shuangtao extended her hand, grasping a bamboo leaf, gently twirling it, lightly coughing due to the damp miasma, covering her mouth with her hand as she coughed for a while, saying:
"Cough cough cough."
"It has been worthwhile for to co this once."
"If it can save so bloodshed, it is good."
She took a rolled-up scroll from her waist, then slowly unfolded it, the scroll depicted the splendor of The Fifth Divine General. It was unknown where in the World’s First Building the artist ca from, but it was drawn with divine likeness.
On the scroll, dark clouds pressed upon the city, a young warlord riding a Qilin, which roared; the Divine General atop it wore dark general’s armor and a scarlet Qilin civil and military sleeves battle robe, holding a battle halberd, exuding majesty.
His long black hair, unlike typical martial generals’ headgear,
was secured with an ancient jade hairpin, possessing a clear and bright aura.
Xue Shuangtao extended her finger lightly caressing that jade hairpin, closing the scroll, then personally drafting a report from the Changfeng Building to Anxi City in the Western Regions, lifting her brush, dipping it in ink, and writing:
"It has been a long ti, how have you been lately?"
"My Great Minister."
......
At the sa ti, as nations around the world began to restrain their ambitions and showed a tendency towards recuperation, ssages swiftly spread across the world, naturally, the battle reports from the Western Regions were also transmitted to the heartland of the Central Plains, reaching the Central State City.
The officials in the Central State City, and the Ministry of Rites were in an uproar.
They constantly discussed the world’s changing landscape, talking about the deeds of that Great Power Minister who stord into the palace with a horse on the Imperial Path, killing people, with a sense of pride associated with [Commanding the World’s Army, Red Emperor’s Grand Marshal].
And such discussions eventually reached an extre.
The title of Marquis Qin Wu was no longer matched to his achievents.
Thus, the officials went to court to report to His Majesty, imploring.
Then—
Promotion!
Elevation of rank!
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