258: Chapter 110 The Scholar_1 258: Chapter 110 The Scholar_1 Jiang Wang was not a bloodthirsty man.
Although he did not shy away from killing, he would not choose to kill unless it was necessary.
Raised in a pharmacy since he was young, he had seen too many departures in life and death, lingering illnesses on sickbeds.
This did not cause him to take death lightly.
On the contrary, having witnessed so many struggles on the brink of life and death, it made him understand the value of life even more.
But now, he was filled with a murderous aura, brimming with intent to kill!
No one’s existence in this world is without reason.
No one’s growth can exist in isolation.
All transcendent cultivators are built upon a pile of resources.
Fundantally, the reason why cultivators who can roam the heavens and the earth exist is because of the support of countless ordinary people.
Transcendent cultivators, who enjoy extraordinary resources, should also bear extraordinary responsibilities.
This was Jiang Wang’s understanding of the transcendent.
It was also what the instructors had repeatedly emphasized back at the academy.
In his opinion, however, Dong Ah had not achieved this.
The City Lord, as the ruler of a region, typically governed hundreds of thousands of people, controlling their food, clothing, shelter, and travel, as well as their birth, aging, sickness, and death.
This was not a matter of honor, but a heavy responsibility.
To take good care of the people under one’s rule, to make their lives stable and prosperous, that was the true honor!
The City Lord Sun Heng died in battle for San Shan City on Shubi Peak, skinning himself alive to cloak his youngest son to continue his unfinished Cause.
The City Lord Dou Yuei, for the sake of San Shan City, exhibited the stature of God’s Inner Mansion, yet chose to sever her own path to power.
Even Wei Quchibi, who was criticized for his cruel actions, fought and died for Fenglin City.
And what had the Xi Family done for Jia City after ruling it for so many years, when a great calamity was upon them?
…
When Jiang Wang arrived at the base of the Jia City Wall, what he saw was a desolate Jia City, a city in decline.
The situation in Qingyang Town was already critical; naturally, the situation in Jia City, the source of the disaster, was even more perilous.
Even with Xizi Chu from East King Valley doing his utmost to treat the illness, the lack of decisive administrative action ant that the treatnt could not keep pace with the spread of the plague.
The transcendent force of Jia City far exceeded that of Qingyang Town, yet the population contrast was much greater than the discrepancy in their transcendent powers.
It could no longer be concealed.
The common people are not fools.
When soone dies of illness, their family, friends, neighbors, and the nearby streets all find out about it.
Even those who have the most faith in the City Lord’s Mansion, those who are naïve and optimistic, cannot help but panic as the number of deaths around them increases.
At this point, people rember those few who were initially accused of “spreading rumors and confusion,” recalling those “rumors” and “heresies.”
“Jia City may have an outbreak of the plague!”
“The people of Jia City are in danger; we must take imdiate action!”
“Please, everyone, avoid crowded places and, if possible, stay at ho…”
Those “confusing” words of “heresy” were finally recalled by the people.
However, the young physicians like Sun Ping, who stood as representatives, were already cold in their graves.
Their beheaded heads had once borne the rage and spittle of public sentint.
Their reputations were trampled, and their bodies desecrated, beyond any possibility of redemption.
…
“Those approaching, please turn back!
Jia City is closed in recent days!” a distant city defense soldier shouted.
Jiang Wang paid no heed.
He approached in silence.
The city defense soldiers drew their swords one after another.
Yet they did not even see Jiang Wang make a move when their swords were already snapped in half.
Jiang Wang passed the city gate, beyond the perplexed city defense soldiers, and continued forward.
At this critical juncture, the entire transcendent power of Jia City had gathered together.
This was Jia City’s most vulnerable mont, but also the mont when it was most capable of responding swiftly.
This street was very long.
Jiang Wang had only walked half of it when, at the end of the long street, a figure appeared to block his way.
The man was dressed in literati attire, with three tufts of long beard, and an elegant deanor.
Xizi Chu was busy preparing dicines and had not closed his eyes for a long ti.
Xi Munan, even more so as the City Lord had to coordinate the entire region, while also dealing with inquiries from Yang Country’s Court, concealing the situation, spread too thin to attend to everything.
In the ranks of the Transcendent cultivators at the Ascending Dragon Realm, only Master Liu could be distinguished by birth.
That’s why he had co.
And he was very confident, not bringing any other help.
“A disciple of Confucianist Gate?” Jiang Wang asked.
“Indeed, my heart is with Book Mountain,” Master Liu replied.
“What position do you hold?”
“rely a steward in the City Lord’s mansion, with no rank or title,” he answered.
“So you’re a confidant of Xi Munan,” Jiang Wang nodded and then asked, “The charges against Sun Ping and the notices of peace you posted everywhere, I suppose they were written by you?”
Master Liu did not deny it: “My literary talent is diocre; it’s laughable to you, envoy.”
“I know a Confucianist disciple, a graduate of the four great Academies, but his poetry is awful, far inferior to yours.”
“I possess but limited talent and learning; you flatter with undue praise, envoy,” he replied.
Jiang Wang said coldly, “But he is a true scholar.
You’re just a beast who reads books.”
Master Liu’s cultivation of composure seed excellent; even such remarks from Jiang Wang didn’t provoke his anger.
Instead, he smiled, “As the saying goes, ‘Education should be without distinction.’ Even birds and beasts, if willing to read, belong to our scholarly kind.
What you say, envoy, is the accomplishnt of cultural enlightennt.”
“I’m not speaking to you as an envoy of the Zhong Xuan Family but as the lord of Qingyang Town, here to hold you accountable.”
“Qingyang Town was granted to the Zhong Xuan Family for only thirty years.
To be precise, you are the lord of Qingyang Town for thirty years,” Liu, with an easy smile, pigeonholed Jiang Wang with limitations and filled in the gaps as if everything was under his control.
“Please ask, and Liu will have no secrets.”
This man’s art of eloquence was truly extraordinary; more akin to a disciple of a great master rather than a Confucianist disciple.
However, Jiang Wang’s tone was cold as ice, “I’ve finished asking.
Now it’s ti for retribution!”
He stepped forward and drew his sword.
Master Liu sohow produced a folding fan from nowhere, opening it before him.
Hiss!
With a soft sound, Longing pierced the relatively fine magic artifact, the folding fan, with ease.
The cold light was already upon his face.
Master Liu floated back, chanting loudly, “I am skilled in nurturing my vast and righteous energy!”
Before him, a white haze swirled like a rising dragon.
The most representative killing technique of the Confucianist Gate lay in the manipulation of this vast and righteous energy.
Master Liu’s cultivation was not to be underestimated.
But at this mont, Jiang Wang was a man with suppressed murderous intent for a full ten days.
Sotis, killing is a ans; at other tis, it is an end.
When it is a ans, the reasons don’t matter.
When it is an end, there are no excuses.
“I did not know that a black heart could generate righteous energy!”
The sword burst with a long radiance.
The sun and the moon shone brightly.
With a single horizontal stroke from Jiang Wang, the dragon-snake perished, the white energy extinguished.
“You chose the wrong path!”
His steps crossed, sword trailing behind; he was face to face with Master Liu in an instant.
The desire to kill in his heart grew boundlessly, expanding.
The White Tiger chapter of the Four Spirits Body Refinent automatically circulated.
Jiang Wang’s eyes turned red as he lunged forward with his head!
The vast and righteous energy was broken; Master Liu reached into his chest to pull out a fine wolf-hair brush, intending to dodge.
Suddenly, the wooden energy within him erupted from the inside out, binding him.
Binding the Tiger!
The Binding Tiger technique immobilized Master Liu of the Ascending Dragon Realm for only a mont.
But Jiang Wang’s head had already crashed into him.
Bang!
Head against head, both reeled backward.
Master Liu could only see darkness before him.
Swish!
Jiang Wang caught his sword with his left hand, pulled it from right to left and across, and a head soared into the air!
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