This Martial Saint's Health Bar is Too Thick! Chapter 1492 6: Trumped-Up Charges

Yuanxing First Year, April 12.

Da Lan Dynasty's White Fla Army Commander Zuo Jun announces his breakthrough to sainthood to all!

Just as the celebration begins in Lanling City, urgent intelligence arrives from the Northern Territory—

Northern Governor, Prince Cheng Qin Shixian fails to reach the peak during his retreat and perishes!

Upon hearing the news, the Emperor is deeply saddened and sheds tears on the spot.

Soon, a decree is issued from the Central Governnt:

"Prince Cheng has defended the borders for several decades, achieving great rits in the Northern wars. Now, in pursuit of the highest martial arts, he has tragically fallen. My heart aches profoundly. I hereby grant the Princely Heir Qin Ziyu the title of prince, to be inherited perpetually."

There are fewer than five princes in Da Lan Dynasty allowed perpetual inheritance, and now there is one more, Prince Cheng!

In the Northern wars, most of the achievents are credited to Li Fei; Qin Shixian personally did not accomplish much, not enough to justify inheriting the prince title perpetually.

Now, with his unexpected demise, the Emperor's decree can be seen as a vast royal favor.

Early the next morning, Li Fei departed Lanling City alone aboard a flying vessel.

He had fought alongside Qin Shixian during the Northern wars, and now upon learning of his failed breakthrough and demise, he felt a bit of regret.

Actually, with Qin Shixian's talent and accumulation, if Qin Ziheng had been willing to disclose the most suitable ti for breakthrough to him and leverage more national fortune for assistance, he actually had a chance to succeed.

Even without Qin Mingli's previous example, given the current situation, Qin Ziheng could not possibly help Prince Cheng with his breakthrough.

The reasoning is simple, Qin Ziheng can ensure his friendship with Li Fei, and can trust Wenren Zheng's loyalty to himself.

But he cannot guarantee that his next generation will have the sa deep friendship with Li Fei, nor can he ensure Wenren Zheng's willingness to support his next generation.

When he passes away, if an imperial family mber achieves sainthood and his son fails to rally Li Fei and people like Wenren Zheng, the throne would face constant threats!

Should the country fall into crisis again, having a Martial Saint emperor controlling the national fortune would surely be far more effective than an ordinary or less cultivated person as emperor!

If Li Fei, Wenren Zheng, Zuo Jun want to be emperor, it would be rebellious, rarely would people support them, difficult to win popular support.

If Prince Cheng, with pure bloodline, in martial sainthood, steps forward during national peril expressing desire for the throne, many would support it!

During Emperor Hong Guang's reign, without the staunch support of State Preceptor Yun Shu and Military Affairs Grand Marshal Wenren Zheng, Qin Mingli would have had a chance to rise and call forth during Da Lan Dynasty's internal and external troubles.

In fact, if Emperor Hong Guang had been willing to abdicate and pass the throne to Qin Mingli instead of his own son, Da Lan Dynasty's later situation would not have been so perilous, perhaps Li Fei wouldn't need to co forward and save the day...

But humans aren't saints; emperors would rather the kingdom fall into ruins by their own hands than let it fall into others' hands.

This ntality is quite common.

Li Fei can understand Qin Ziheng's choice and knows that due to Prince Cheng Qin Shixian's failed breakthrough and consequent demise, Qin Ziyu can obtain that coveted perpetual inheritance.

Otherwise, Qin Ziheng might have pleaded with Li Fei to act as the villain in the future...

While assisting Zuo Jun in his breakthrough, Li Fei sensed another successful breakthrough in the south.

Therefore, he imdiately proposed going south to find this new Martial Saint to Qin Ziheng.

Qin Ziheng agreed, so Li Fei left Lanling City alone.

However, before heading south, Li Fei first needs to et soone.

....

Guyang City.

Ning Qingman leisurely sits in the tea house suite sipping tea.

In the battle outside Vajra City, she was severely injured by the 'Demon Spear,' damaging her Taoism further.

Originally, this injury would affect her combat power; fortunately, Li Fei later expended Qi fortune to heal her, stabilizing her condition.

Hence, Ning Qingman's current state is still good.

A mont later, Li Fei enters the suite.

"Here."

Ning Qingman smiles, gesturing Li Fei to sit, "Try the tea I've brewed."

Li Fei sits opposite her upon hearing those words, quietly watching her.

Ning Qingman carefully retrieves tea leaves from a simple bamboo-section tea caddy, gently touching the bamboo tea asure to the caddy's rim, emitting a faint "ding."

With her force, she brings the water in the kettle to the brink of boiling state.

She lifts the kettle, and the stream spills from the spout, first warming the cup, then placing the tea.

The tea leaves fall to the warm gaiwan bottom, the remaining heat subtly releases a hint of sweet aroma.

Ning Qingman adds water again, the stream is extrely fine and steady, descending along the gaiwan's inner wall, without directly impacting the tea leaves, known as 'suspended kettle high pour.'

For a mont, a fresh bean and chestnut fragrance rises with the steam.

Ning Qingman covers the gaiwan, her gaze unfocused, looking at the gaiwan, her expression attentive and serene, as if wielding a sword.

Her sword play creates a landscape painting in ink and wash.

In Li Fei's eyes, her tea ceremony is like a painting too.

After a while, Ning Qingman gracefully raises the gaiwan, thumb and middle finger clasp the rim and saucer, index finger lightly presses the lid knob, leaving a slight gap.

The tea soup is a clear light gold, poured into another pot, strained of tea leaves, pure and translucent in color.

Finally, she slightly raises her arm, pressing her wrist low, spout close to the cup's lip, ensuring fragrance doesn't disperse. A golden thread falls into a white porcelain tasting cup, water surface rises steadily, no drop spills. At seven parts full, she ceases, the tea soup ripples gently, then settles.

She lightly pushes the teacup towards Li Fei, her fingertips jade-like, a faint smile on her lips, without speaking.