97: Chapter 93 Who Sends the Brocade Letter from the Clouds_1 97: Chapter 93 Who Sends the Brocade Letter from the Clouds_1 Jade Balance Peak collapsed, the realm of San Shan City shook.
Not far from Jade Balance Peak, Dou Yuei, clad in armor, suddenly turned around and swiftly flew back to the city lord’s mansion.
Upon landing, she doffed her armor and relaxed her expression.
“Go bring Xiao Yan back.
There’s no need for him to run so far anymore,” she instructed, her steps light as she entered the study.
The commander of the City Guard Army, who had always been stationed in the city lord’s mansion, went from shock to joy and eventually burst into tears.
“I’ll go at once!”
The city lord Dou…
she had been prepared to face Jade Balance Peak alone today.
After a long period behind closed doors, she finally made such a decision.
Having sent away her daughter and son, she wiped off her makeup and donned her armor.
Alone, she resolved to challenge the mountain once more.
The mountain she challenged was not one outside the city, but the one in her heart.
But whether by luck or misfortune, she no longer had to go.
From now on, with Shubi Peak clear and Jade Balance Peak fallen, within the realm of San Shan City, only Feilai Peak remained as a source of the fierce beasts.
With only one-third of the fierce beasts remaining, it was no longer an unbearable pressure for the entire San Shan City.
…
…
On the way back to Fenglin City.
“Alright!” Bai Lian, with her hands behind her back, bounced twice like a little girl.
“What I look like depends on how you see !”
“I wish not to think anymore,” Jiang Wang said with a clasped-hand salute.
“I will take my leave first.”
“Hey,” Bai Lian stretched out her hands, blocking his path.
“Are you angry?”
“No.”
“Then, smile for .”
“…”
“See, you really are angry!”
Jiang Wang did not wish to entangle himself further and said helplessly, “I am in a hurry to go back and take care of my younger sister.”
“You only know to take care of your younger sister.
What about your elder sister?”
“…Miss Bai Lian, do you need anything else?”
Bai Lian looked at him, seemingly quite fond of his helpless deanor, her eyes brimming with mirth.
“Sister…” Suddenly, she changed her tone, “Never mind, you can go.”
Jiang Wang felt bewildered, but his heart was in turmoil at that mont, and being able to extricate himself was indeed fortunate.
Thus, he leaped away without any hesitation.
“What a heartless man,” Bai Lian murmured with a soft smile as she watched his retreating figure.
Her voice was still tender and soft at that mont.
But with just a turn, her deanor dramatically changed.
She shot up into the air, surrounded by white flas.
Though the flas burned, they gave off a chilling sensation.
It was only then, from the direction of Jade Balance Peak, that a thunderous black light swept over.
Bai Lian, like a white cot, collided with it resolutely!
The black light dissipated, revealing an old man in a white robe.
His deeply wrinkled face seed no different from that of other elders, but his long hair was pitch black, without a single white strand.
He hovered in mid-air, stretching out a hand, from which nearly infinite black light poured forth, condensing into a massive hand that pressed down.
But Bai Lian, even before the collision, had already made her turn.
She transford into a cold white radiance, slipping through the gaps between fingers, heading straight for the east.
“Hmph.”
The old man with black hair rely humd and, without any visible movent, positioned himself in front of the fleeing radiance.
The cold white light seed to have been prepared for this, taking another sharp turn.
The old man with black hair clearly lacked the patience for a cat-and-mouse ga and once again stepped ahead of the cold white radiance, clenching his hand.
Black light shot out like ribbons, instantly binding the white light.
The white light then burst forth, transforming into a gracefully poised woman.
But instead, the old man with black hair frowned, lifted his foot, and vanished into the void.
The woman also dissipated like smoke, turning out to be unreal.
…
Almost at the sa mont as Bai Lian’s white flas soared into the sky, a white lotus seed fell to the ground.
As the brilliant white light fled, the seed instantly sprouted, blooming quickly into an oversized lotus flower.
Bai Lian rose from that flower, smoothed over the scene with a wave of her hand, and sped away close to the ground.
Shortly after she left, an old man with black hair arrived at the site, looked around with lifted eyes, but no human figure could be seen anymore.
He had an expert in tracking under his command, who had captured a wisp of qi on Jade Balance Peak and pointed him in the right direction.
Consequently, he had set off in pursuit, but the crafty woman had slightly delayed him with a fake body, and thus he had lost her trail.
By the ti the tracking expert arrived, it was already too late.
He wasn’t angry, however; he just sighed deeply.
…
Jiang Wang returned ho with complicated emotions and did nothing else but lie down on his bed directly.
He was always busy, with little free ti except for taking care of Jiang Anan.
Whether it was Control Yuan Jue, Four Spirits Body Refinent, or Purple Qi Eastward Sword, each required extensive ti for cultivation, and cultivating Path Origin was a matter of daily accumulation.
But right now, he didn’t want to do anything.
His mind was, at one mont, on Zhuang Country.
Because of Zuo Guanglie’s death, the Zhuang Country envoy had been humiliated in Chu not long ago; the academy’s head, Dong Ah, had earnestly told him to cultivate well and serve the country in the future…
At another mont, it was also Zhuang Country on his mind.
The slls and sights he encountered in the streets and alleys, the diligent farrs, the hunters and herbalists who risked their lives, the countless people who could not defend themselves against fierce beasts.
Even now, he didn’t know whether his choice at Jade Balance Peak had been right or wrong.
Since childhood, Jiang Wang had always been decisive.
He had left ho at a young age to take the academy exams; if he wanted to experience the scenery of soaring through the skies, he would walk the path until now.
He had always had clear goals and steady steps, but in this mont, he felt lost.
Zhuang Country was his birthplace and ho; of course, he loved it.
But were the choices he had made out of love for his country?
He had no answer.
…
Just then, he heard the cry of a crane and looked out the window.
He saw a cluster of white clouds descend, solidifying into a small crane which circled the yard a few tis, seemingly harmless.
With so perplexity, Jiang Wang stepped out the door and the little cloud crane flapped its wings, flew in front of him, and transford into an envelope that floated down.
He opened the soft and delicate envelope to find a beautifully designed invitation, along with a piece of paper made of the sa material.
It read—
Jiang Daoist Friend:
Since our parting at Jade Balance, nearly a month has passed.
I have long awaited your visit, fearing Qingyu insincere.
On the sixteenth of the twelfth lunar month, Yun River Trade Gathering.
Kindly et, to repay the grand favor.
If you see Yun He, please send a response back.
The signature was: Yunshang Qingyu.
Having read the letter, a wisp of cloud arose from the paper, spiraling into the shape of a pen, hovering in front of him as if prompting Jiang Wang’s reply, while the words on the cloud paper had already vanished.
For soone like Ye Qingyu, a pride of the heavens, to owe soone a favor was uncommon.
By giving out the Order of the Clouds, her hope was likely to clear the debt as much as possible.
If it were soone aware of Lingxiao Pavilion’s prestige, they would have likely already planned how to use this order, perhaps for an unparalleled cultivation technique or a precious cultivation relic.
Yet, Jiang Wang had paid little heed to this matter, and the Order of the Clouds, due to its beautiful appearance, he had even given to Jiang Anan.
It was locked in her little box along with various other gifts she had received.
Jiang Wang was not aware of the scale of the Yun River Trade Gathering but could guess that it must be an assembly of rarities.
Ye Qingyu’s intention was probably to help him choose so treasure at the gathering so that she could feel at ease.
However, Jiang Wang truly didn’t feel that he owed much to Ye Qingyu; he had later heard of her prowess and treasures and thought that even if he had not intervened, she would have escaped unscathed.
Not to ntion, would the Pavilion Master of Lingxiao not ensure his only daughter had life-saving asures?
Jiang Wang himself preferred not to engage in acts of exploiting favor for personal gain.
So, he imdiately picked up the cloud pen and wrote:
A small effort, not worth ntioning.
With a younger sister to care for, I cannot travel far.
Mountains high and rivers long, we’ll et again in the world of martial practitioners.
That would have been the end, as Yun He would have flown back to where it belonged.
But, as if possessed by so whimsy, Jiang Wang penned one more line.
This sentence was much simpler and more casual:
I have a question.
To do the wrong thing for the right reason.
Is that correct?
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