Jiang Wanxiang wants to, in the last monts of his life, cut away all the festering, stagnant flesh of Ying Country’s past.
Such a resolute grandeur and deanor are unimaginable for Chen Dingye. With the Taiping Duke and the Divine Martial King, he is still cautious, and even managed to create a scandal with an illegitimate child. How could he possibly entrust the country’s entire Qi Fortune to the top Divine Generals of the world?
Jiang Wanxiang’s decisive move gave Ying Country a new retreat.
Li Guanyi felt that even if he broke through at this mont, the Grandmaster of Ying Country, Jiang Su, remained the most formidable enemy he faced.
Li Guanyi glanced over at Chen Country again. The change in Chen Country’s Qi Fortune made Chen Dingye stop trusting anyone. The possibility of heading to the Western Regions was cut off, and they lost the waterways, much like a dragon that lost its tail, truly seeing no path forward.
However, Ying Country’s Qi Fortune resides in Military God Jiang Su.
Failing to defeat Military God Jiang Su, there’s simply no way to forge the Nine Cauldrons with the Qi ridian of Ying Country’s vast territory and the people’s hearts. As for Chen Country’s Qi Fortune, Li Guanyi observed for a long ti yet couldn’t find any auspicious sign similar to the Ancient Red Dragon or the Nine-colored Divine Deer.
"The Qi Fortune and Earth Veins of Ying Country are substantial enough, at the very least, to forge two tripods, maybe even three."
"Even though Chen Country has considerably declined, it’s still more than adequate to gather enough for at least one tripod."
"Such a vast territory, yet there’s no auspicious Divine Beast associated with the human Tao Qi Fortune?"
Li Guanyi was greatly astonished, rely extending his hand to grab a wisp of Qi Fortune from Chen Country.
Stored within the cauldron.
He thought that when he traveled each place under heaven in the future, he might find an auspicious entity that corresponds with this land. At that ti, when he steps into Chen Country, he could forge a tripod with this Qi Fortune, or perhaps, two tripods.
Li Guanyi’s initial Founding County Knight title was granted by Chen Dingye.
This title, seal, and all formalities were exceedingly orthodox, making it slightly easier for Li Guanyi to influence Chen Country’s Qi Fortune than affecting other regions’ Qi Fortune.
This strand of Qi Fortune wound like a colorful ribbon around Li Guanyi’s hand.
At this mont, Li Guanyi’s ntal state seed remarkably distant and indifferent, taking a step forward again.
To see the world, to encounter kings, to look disdainfully upon heroes.
To see the Azure Dragon finally reclaim the spirit of a hero.
And to encounter the frenzied Emperor Chen.
In a trance, he passed through Chen Country, through Ying Country, and ultimately reached the northern expanse, the land beyond the Central Plains, standing upon the boundless Northern Grasslands.
With the naked eye, Li Guanyi saw the ends of the heavens.
Saw the endless snowy mountains at the northernmost, bitter cold parts of the grassland where snowflakes had already begun to drift down faintly, swirling endlessly, and from afar, Li Guanyi glimpsed the Iron Futu on the grassland.
Li Guanyi’s Primordial Spirit was moved, strolling to the vicinity of the massive central Royal Tent on the grassland. Heroic City on the grassland was unlike the city in the Central Plains, with the Great Khan’s vast tent at its core, surrounded by the different Khan kings and nobles’ tents sprawling outward.
As if stretching the streets and alleys across the grassland.
A city composed of heavy cavalry and tents stood on the grassland, the most central and grand tent reflecting the sunlight, radiating golden light like gold, known as the Great Khan Golden Tent of the entire Turkic region.
Li Guanyi’s Primordial Spirit faintly heard a voice.
’What? Our envoy was killed?’
’Even the head was sent back?! Outrageous, outrageous, how could such a weakling dare to insult us like this? I must go see the Great Khan, ask him to mobilize the Iron Futu and crush that country into dust!’
’I want to plunder their holand and lands like the heroes on our grassland, stomp their soil into ruins, humiliate their won before their n, and slay all n taller than a wagon wheel!’
’I shall place the wheel horizontally!’
As once proclaid by the greatest hero on the grassland.
His greatest pleasure in life was defeating enemies, driving them away, seizing all they have, seeing their dearest wash their faces with tears, riding their horses, and winning their wives and daughters.
The nature of plundering burns like a fla upon the tribes of the grassland.
The Thirteenth Khan is a man as robust as a grizzly bear. He strode into the military tent, t the aged Great Khan, knelt on one knee, and said, "Great Khan, please allow to raise armies and crush their settlents, seize their lands."
The Great Khan’s gaze fell on the Thirteenth Khan, setting aside the dagger for slicing jerky, the old eyes still calm, saying: "You are rely dissatisfied because he refused your demand for marriage alliance."
"You find the granddaughter of that alliance hierarch beautiful and charming, intelligent and resourceful, possessing much gold and treasure. You want her as your woman, keeping her in your tent as your secondary concubine, to contend with your dozens of concubines."
"Then you could brutishly take over her businesses, seize the Changfeng Building, commandeer the comrce that stretches across the Central Plains, the Western Regions, the southwest, and the grassland, owning countless riches."
The Thirteenth Khan said: "Indeed, it is the rule that won rely on the strong. We have swords and iron cavalry. The feeble Central Plains people ought to grovel beneath our blades."
The Great Khan observed this nephew, who, compared to the Seventh Prince, truly lacked the potential, having inherited his father the Khan’s position. He softly said: "The Central Plains are indeed ant to be conquered, such lush land is a pity to remain with the Central Plains people.
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