1227: Chapter 407: Getting Dressed and Rising 1227: Chapter 407: Getting Dressed and Rising The nights at Guanhe Platform are boisterous.
There are too many stories here, too much history.
Only the restless emotions of people scatter across the Cloud Summit, quietly following the Long River.
“Sugar figurines for sale!
Want to mold one?”
“Little Wang, your dad is a good man.
Two years ago, I owed him for two types of dicine, and he hasn’t asked about it to this day.
I’ve been too ashad to visit him, and now… what a pity!”
“Co, co, hot mutton soup, aromatic and steaming sliced mutton!”
Jiang Wang felt his spirit light yet seemingly distant.
“Brother Jiang, hehe, I want to ask you about swordsmanship!”
“Not bad, little brother Jiang, you quite have the flair of your senior.”
“Jiang Wang!
Once you join our Dao academy, rember it requires diligence and hardship.
Your future responsibilities will affect thousands of people!”
His soul floated aimlessly, not knowing where to drift.
“Third brother!
Let’s go drink!”
“Youngest one, you should rest now, I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Rumble, rumble.
It seed like thunder.
Before him, the earth cracked open, lava erupted, houses collapsed, and people fled in terror.
Crying, shouting, resenting.
“Little third!”
“Third brother!”
“Jiang Wang!”
Jiang Wang suddenly woke up, looking around, still on his own bed, alone.
It was just a dream.
It had been a very long ti since he had dread.
Almost every night had been spent in cultivation.
Tonight should have been no exception.
But thinking about participating in the main competition tomorrow, fighting for the title of the foremost under heaven, he allowed himself to relax his mind and rest well for the night.
Only he did not expect…
Even this night could not be escaped.
On the World Stage, he watched others challenge the Lotus Red, lanting the pain of self-harm.
He himself, was he not also moving forward under heavy burdens?
The night outside the window was still deep, not yet dawn.
Jiang Wang simply decided not to sleep anymore, got dressed, and grabbed the sword leaning by the bed.
The scabbard made of Divine Dragon wood felt slightly warm; its texture had long been familiar under his hand, providing him so reassurance.
He took the sword and went outside, walking into the courtyard.
The Ming Yue hung high in the nightti sky, casting a cool frosty light.
The Guanhe Platform, where various countries assembled, was naturally not very quiet at night.
Those nobles had plenty of entertainnts to seek.
But the courtyard’s bans secluded all the noise.
Jiang Wang did not plan to go anywhere else.
He walked a few steps forward, then stopped, standing right in the middle of the courtyard.
Looking up at the moon, it seed as if in a dream.
The Ming Yue as usual, but the people from the old tis were nowhere to be seen.
Perhaps soone sighed, but it must have been in the dream.
At this mont, Jiang Wang was silent.
He gripped the dark sword handle and drew forth a trail of frosty light.
The frosty light danced under the moon, neither sharp nor showing power.
All the killing power, the Sword Qi, were all contained within the sword, the sounds as well extinguished.
But very beautiful.
The man moved like a startled swan, the sword like a spry dragon.
In a green robe, he silently danced alone under the moon.
Those turbulent, restless emotions gradually cald.
The moonlight cradled him, the night soothed him.
He spent many a difficult night accompanied by this moonlight and the night.
Purple Qi Eastward Sword Manual.
The Three Swords of Heaven, Earth, and Man.
Then to the Human Dao Sword Style.
An old soldier at dusk, a sword chasing the setting sun.
A sword ca horizontally, epitomizing the disillusionnt of the literati, brandished with abandon.
Ten years of downcast life, dueling with life and death as stakes.
The sword is picked up in youthful arrogance.
When the sword triumphs, it returns with composure.
People are like drifting duckweed, a single sword strike renders them involuntary.
Ultimately, looking up at the moon, the sword falls in longing, thus captured in this mont.
This technique of longing, has not been used since Dong Ah’s death.
Jiang Wang sheathed his sword, concluding this expressive painting.
Voice Broadcast Immortal Style silenced all sounds, he had no intention of disturbing anyone.
Initiating a sword dance under the moon, and when the excitent faded, the sword was returned.
Indeed, it wasn’t ti to rest yet, he thought.
He returned to his room alone, and resud his cultivation as if nothing had happened.
…
…
The sa moonlight sprinkled over a building not far from the courtyard.
Standing by the window on the second floor, Cao Jie stood with his hands behind his back.
As the leader of the team, his dwelling was close to the three competing prodigies, providing them protection and ready guidance.
Besides his own cultivation issues, as a True Man of the Age, his insights on already demonstrated opponents were invaluable.
Although Jiang Wang voluntarily silenced the sounds, the scene of his moonlight sword dance did not escape Cao Jie’s eyes.
It couldn’t possibly escape.
Tomorrow is the official competition of the Inner Court, and he was naturally very concerned about Jiang Wang’s condition.
In the competition at the Outer Building, although Zhongxuan Zun was dazzling, he didn’t manage to secure the top spot and raise his country’s flag.
Ji Zhaonan is of course a prodigy, but this ti Jinguo’s confidence was too strong, their montum too formidable…
After all, it’s the most historically enduring top nation in the world.
No matter how much he trusted Ji Zhaonan, he couldn’t underestimate the powerful Jinguo.
Calculating it all, there seed a greater possibility for Jiang Wang to win.
“Speaking of which, has the last slot for the Inner Court been confird yet?” Cao Jie still looking at that courtyard, suddenly asked.
From the shadows behind, a voice said, “Yue Country’s Bai Yuxia.”
As many people anticipated, it was Bai Yuxia who secured the last official match slot.
The result seed unchanged, but during the process, the confident and spirited image of the people from Yue was solidified.
Indisputably, this was an accomplishnt for Bai Yuxia personally.
Of course, with Cao Jie emphasizing deliberately, Yue’s prodigy advancing to the official match in such a manner made the prodigies of Sumr Country look even more embarrassed.
“Is there any specific news about Tai Yu?” Cao Jie asked again.
“My subordinate is incapable,” the voice in the shadow replied.
Cao Jie raised his hand: “It is not a cri of combat.”
He paused, then continued, “Let’s see what Jinguo is hiding.
The issue this ti is quite significant.”
He took one last look at the courtyard where Jiang Wang stayed, then stretched his hand to close the window.
In the dark room, he said, “Go do sothing now…”
…
…
The moonlight is generous to everyone.
Whether you are from the Inner Mansion or the Dongzhen.
Whether you are Jiang Wang or…
Lin Zhengren.
In the courtyard of the Zhuang Country.
Under the moonlight, Du Ruhui casually demonstrated Dao Technique: “If Huang Su attacks you with this technique, what would you do?”
Lin Zhengren thought carefully before answering, “I would first use the Wall Flow Technique to deflect the force…”
“No,” Du Ruhui shook his head, “I want your imdiate reaction.”
“I would avoid it,” Lin Zhengren said.
“That is also not the best option,” Du Ruhui explained in detail, “Because of the special nature of this technique, you should…”
The leaders coming to the Yellow River Gathering almost always provide guidance to their prodigies.
But perhaps none as thorough as Du Ruhui…
Accompanied with the dignity of a State Minister.
From Yong’s Beigong Ke, Liang’s Huang Su, Snow Country’s Xie Ai, to Wei’s Dongguo Bao, Shen’s Jiang Shaohua.
He analyzed each potential opponent one by one.
Almost hand-holding Lin Zhengren on how to respond to combat, perfecting different response strategies…
Unknowingly, the dawn began to break in the east.
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