Capítulo 2217: Chapter 2: The Beauty of Spring (Part 2)
“Even if he wakes up, he would probably be delirious, acting crazy and foolish from now on…” Zhongxuan Sheng continued without hesitation, “My brother! Is it truly the case that the Heavenly Dao prevents perfection in the human world? Such a large family business, relying solely on —”
On the warm jade bed, Zhongxuan Zun’s eyelids lifted, and the vague sense of an illusory dream was washed away, revealing a pair of ink-black eyes, as clear as the sky after rain.
Zhongxuan Sheng’s fat hand nonchalantly brushed over, closing his eyes again, and casually cast a sleeping spell, continuing to speak, “With just myself, I can barely manage.”
“Take it away.” Zhongxuan Zun’s calm voice ca out from under the chubby hand.
Zhongxuan Sheng retracted his hand without awkwardness, looking surprised, “Brother, you’re awake!? It wasn’t in vain that I risked life and limb, flying thousands of miles to carry you back from the Xia Territory to the Qi Country!”
Zhongxuan Zun remained motionless, but the quiet carcass lying there exuded a breathtaking power.
“You carried back?” He asked.
“Alas, it was what a foolish younger brother should do. To tell the truth, at that ti, hundreds of thousands of Xia Army blocked the way, eager to skin you alive and draw your tendons, how could I let you go? Carrying you, I charged straight ahead, with just my fists, opening a path thousands of miles long…”
“You flew thousands of miles a day?” Zhongxuan Zun asked again.
“Of course, it’s relatively exaggerated, in fact not that much, you should understand the gist of it.” Zhongxuan Sheng said faintly, “At that ti you were heavily injured, dying, and spoke a lot to , I wonder if you rember…”
“What did I say to you?” Zhongxuan Zun asked.
“You really don’t rember!” Zhongxuan Sheng sighed deeply, “Listen to one piece of advice from your stupid brother, this injury of yours is no small matter, it injured your brain. If you don’t recuperate for three to five years, it won’t heal properly.”
Zhongxuan Zun looked at him quietly.
Zhongxuan Sheng said, with an earnest face, “You were heartbroken at the ti. Crying, you said you couldn’t do it, that your journey ended there. You hoped I could take on the great responsibility and inherit the title of Marquis of Bowang… Alas! Actually, I didn’t want to. You know , brother, I’ve always been indifferent to fa and fortune, I have no care for these noble titles or the position of Family Head. But you were already at death’s door, saying if I didn’t agree, you wouldn’t die in peace, so I softened up for a mont…”
“Fine.” Zhongxuan Zun suddenly said.
“I really hate trouble, such a big ss to manage, but since I promised you, it’s not good… Eh?” Zhongxuan Sheng mid-sentence, was stunned.
As eloquent as he was, for a mont he was at a loss for words.
Zhongxuan Zun looked at the rare speechless chubby man and chuckled softly, “I rembered, I seem to have indeed said such words. So, the title of Marquis of Bowang is yours.”
The sunlight slipping in from outside the window was no warr than the faint glow of the warm jade bed.
The three others in the room, besides Zhongxuan Zun, were silent for a mont.
This was a hereditary marquis!
It was the highest noble title in the Great Qi Empire today.
Inheriting this position ant not only power, status, and wealth but also implied more possibilities, even reaching the Truth-Seeking Realm!
Zhongxuan Zun just let go like that?
And so casually, so nonchalantly?
The silence spread for a while, then Zhongxuan Sheng suddenly stood up, shoving away the chair by the bed.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear anything!”
He walked out in large strides, so out of sorts that he forgot to give a faux greeting to Bao Zhongqing.
Inside the room, only Zhongxuan Zun’s rather unrestrained laughter echoed for a while.
“Hahahaha, hahahaha!”
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“Hahahaha…”
When people’s heads were crowded, the laughter rose and fell like waves.
So called out from high places, and so sang wildly with abandon.
The three hundred miles of Linzi Giant City were already filled with an atmosphere of joy.
In almost every restaurant, large flowing banquets were held, open for anyone to eat and drink. After the days of feasting, officials would co to settle the bills.
The entire city was decorated with lights and colors, streams of light shooting high into the sky.
There were even illusory realms ford by Dao techniques, resembling an immortal realm transforming high above.
People sang and danced, beautiful music lingering in the air.
The common people, supporting the elderly and guiding the young, welcod them out of the city for ten miles…
And not only Linzi was like this?
To the north to Zhuhe, Da Ze, to the south to Shin, Xuansha, to the east to Hengyang, Red Tail, and to the west to Linhai County, even to Jueming Island! Even in the Lost World, and in the cities held by Qi Country behind The Gate of All Demons, wherever the Purple Micro Middle Heaven Emperor Flag flew, was bathed in the grand national power, everyone celebrating!
The fad scholar Er Fengming wrote: “Of the wise and holy throughout history, none surpass the Holy Emperor; of those skilled in battle, none are like Cao Donglai. Thus, power extends in all directions, spanning the southeast, establishing a legacy across a thousand autumns, laying the foundation for eternity!”
Cao Jie was a person from Donglai County in Daqi, hence the essay respected Cao Donglai through it.
In the history of Qi Country, many noteworthy figures erged from this county, but thereafter when people ntioned the Donglai county governnt, they would always first think of Cao Jie.
Right in the fifty-seventh year of Yuanfeng in Great Qi, Cao Jie destroyed the state and society of Sumr Country, returning triumphantly, capturing and presenting Sumr Emperor Si Cheng at The Imperial Ancestral Temple!
A nation once eligible to contest for hegemonic status withdrew from the historical stage. Such an achievent of subjugating a country finds few equals in the world.
Based on the day calculated by the Ritual Officer, the day for the official offering at The Imperial Ancestral Temple was January 21st.
Cao Jie led three thousand armored soldiers representing the victorious army, entering through Jixue Gate, while teachers and students of Under Jixuegong relaxed the Magic Prohibition on this day, welcoming them outside the school!
These three thousand armored soldiers ca from diverse backgrounds, including the Nine Soldiers Three Armies, Daqi county soldiers, the coalition forces of the Eastern various countries, and so Sumr Army mbers who eagerly fought after surrendering, selected and assembled according to certain ratios.
Those who could be selected for this army had distinguished contributions in the Fa Xia War and also considered various sides’ feelings, balancing interests across sections as much as possible.
Out of millions of formidable troops, only these three thousand could follow Marshal Cao Jie into the city in armor and arms and even proceed to The Imperial Ancestral Temple. What an honor was this?
Every soldier selected saw this as a lifeti honor.
Progressing all the way across the vast territories of Qi Country, bathed in flowers and applause all the way, and seeing such an army appearing at The Imperial Ancestral Temple… The soldiers in line naturally held their heads high.
Jiang Wang was summoned before dawn, undergoing incense burning and bathing, then tidying his attire and capping his hair, then being carried to The Imperial Ancestral Temple in a grand eight-n sedan.
All along the way, whether palace maidens and eunuchs or guards and ritual officers, they all glanced at him every chance they could, like admiring so rare jade… Unawares of how clear the weight of their gazes was to him.
All this made him feel more like an offering at the grand ceremony, ant for dedicating, rather than a participant in the ceremony.
Luckily, he wasn’t the only one enjoying such treatnt.
The white-clad young master of Zhongxuan Family, fad for surpassing his peers in grace, was sitting in the position beside him.
In this large side hall, just the two of them were seated, so they kept each other company.
Unlike Jiang Wang, who was dazed for a while then began cultivating, Zhongxuan Zun sat in a casual, relaxed posture, half-leaning with a scroll in hand, reading slowly.
He read very attentively, occasionally flipping back a few pages, as if he was studying so exquisite Dao Techniques.
The frequent sound of flipping pages stirred Jiang Wang, who was earnestly studying Dao Techniques, sowhat distracted.
The two had a synergy like different yet inseparable parts when they fought six opponents with just the two of them at the Sang Mansion in the Xia Territory, entrusting each other with their lives, which led to incredible victories. Although they had stopped killing, away from the battlefield, so camaraderie remained.
Zhongxuan Zun turned back a page again, tasting it carefully, casually saying, “Why does your mind float restlessly during cultivation? That’s not the cultivation attitude Jiang Qingyang should have.”
Jiang Wang, exasperated, stopped cultivating altogether, looked at him and asked, “What book is Young Master Zun studying so diligently?”
“The Illustrated Guide to Five Grains Planting,” Zhongxuan Zun replied without raising his head.
Jiang Wang remained expressionless, “It even cos with illustrations.”
Zhongxuan Zun casually said, “As for farming, every detail must be clarified, no carelessness allowed.”
Jiang Wang quietly watched him for a while, causing Zhongxuan Zun to look up bewilderedly.
Only then did he utter——
“Oh?”
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