Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Boundless Sea of Suffering Becomes

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What is the biggest lesson

Is it that even with all your effort, you still failed

Is pain what the physical body endures

Is it humiliation to have one's dignity trampled upon

Zhongshan Yanwen's answer is "dedication".

When Zhongshan Weishun knelt down in the military camp, his heart was bleeding! He couldn't believe that this was the heir he had personally cultivated, so ignorant and oblivious to the bigger picture.

So careless, reckless, and self-centered.

But this is the choice Zhongshan Weishun has already made.

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Grandson knelt on the ground begging his grandfather to do something, and no matter how difficult the task was, his grandfather had to do it.

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He had to keep raising the stakes, until even Yingyang Mansion couldn't bear it, and until Zhongshan Weishun doubted his own existence, questioning whether he was worth it!

Only in this way can we give Zhongshan Weixin a true lesson.

Let Zhongshan Weisun understand, how heavy his knee is, and what it means for him to kneel down.

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Let Zhongshan Weisun see clearly, the choices he has made, whether he has the ability to shoulder them!

During this process, everything is the price of growth.

The long night is silent.

With disheveled hair, Zhongshan Wei Sun stood alone in the empty field of the military camp. He raised his parched head and gazed upwards at the figures suspended in the air. His face, washed by tears and mud, wore a complex expression at this moment.

The young masters of the State of Jing who often played together didn't have many true friends. On the first day he met Jia Fugui and Shangguan in the Illusory Realm, he found them very interesting. After years of getting along, they had long been regarded as bosom friends.

Even though my hair has turned white and time marches on, I remain devoted to you as ever. For your sake, I would travel thousands of miles without hesitation.

When Zhongshan Yanwen came to Chu State, he sought help in securing his position. This was what he had asked for and the reason he had knelt and pleaded with them before.

But what he imagined wasn't like that.

It wasn't that Zhongshan Yanwen had taken the path of exile before, nor was it that Zhongshan Yanwen had bowed his head and come to Chu. It wasn't that he would ask his most respected grandfather to make such sacrifices!

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But he had never truly considered it, and today he was forced to understand—Jing Guo's proud Eagle-Raising Guard General, how much face would he have in Chu To remove someone from Chu's death list, just how much would it cost!

But has he ever really thought about it Or perhaps he's afraid to think too deeply, and only fueled by youthful passion, is ready to fight tooth and nail to save his friend

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Zhanghuang Weishun, do you really think that a letter from the Eagle Yang Mansion and the name of Zhongshan Yanwen alone can save Long Boji in the hands of the Chu State

This is not the northern frontier, and Chu is not one of the Five Western States.

You will eventually know the price of your hasty decisions.

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In the cold wind of this night, Zhongshan Weisan took the most unforgettable lesson in his life.

Wu Zhaochang looked at the young man before him, Zhongshan Yanwen. He had been a devoted teacher, carefully guiding this ambitious student for many years, but now Wu found himself lost in thought.

Everyone has been young, everyone needs to go through hardship to grow, but the price of growth is not something everyone can afford. Not everyone has the opportunity to learn from their mistakes and get back up.

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"As a parent myself, and also a grandfather, I understand your feelings."

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Under the Imperial armor bestowed upon him, he concealed his loneliness: "When your third son, and last son, died on the battlefield, you drowned your sorrows in strong liquor and marched north with a spear, alone, into the desolate borderlands. Everyone thought you would die there. But you returned alive, erected the Eight Thousand Mile Monument of the Borderland, which to this day stands as the ultimate testament to human martial prowess."

“Though I have never spoken publicly about it, I do approve of you.”

"Now you, Zhongshan Yan Wendeng, have reached the pinnacle of your success. You are also a man of great generosity."

He raised his eyes: “But I cannot agree to that. A dragon-rider is nothing, even if he harbors hatred and creates chaos in his life, it wouldn’t matter much. But no force can save anyone from the executioner’s blade in Chu, and that is important.”

Zhongshan Yanwen completely understood this kind of expression.

Chu vowed to destroy Nandou. You, the state of Jing, come out to protect them. Whom do you want to protect Does the state of Jing surpass Chu in power

He knew that Zhongshan Weishun also understood. He didn't look at his own grandson, but observed everything about this troublesome child.

Looking at Zhongshan Wei Sun trembling lips, eyes confused, almost about to say it's okay! But he didn't say it.

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Zhongshan Yanwen decided to continue to increase investment.

But just then, a voice suddenly came from the distant sky—

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"Duke An Guo! Of course, no force could save anyone under the sword of Chu. But a mere dragon lord like Long Boji, wouldn't necessarily be executed immediately."

With the sound, a tall old man suddenly appeared, a kind smile on his face: "Why not be detained in prison until next autumn"

Wu Zhaochang looked over calmly: "It seems I am out of the loop! Who exactly is this Dragon Lord, to have alarmed Master Song"

The one who has arrived at this moment is precisely Song Huai, the Eastern Celestial Master of Jing Guo.

A figure of greater weight than Zhongshan Yanwen!

He made no attempt to hide his intentions, and expressed them very clearly—that the State of Chu should take care of its own affairs by exterminating entire families and killing anyone who stood in their way. No matter how important a figure they were, be it a leader or a member of the Southern Dou Six True, they should all be slaughtered. It was even acceptable to imprison disciples like Lung Po-ji and deal with them later.

Thus, no one could say that the State of Chu was shielding him from harm.

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By next autumn, or whenever the time is right, when things have calmed down and the impact has lessened, he and Zhongshan Yanwen can add more conditions and work together to get Bo Ji released. This approach, which is both calm and takes everyone's interests into account, is indeed a sound strategy.

The only thing to consider... is how this inconspicuous, major lineage passed down by Dragon Master Ji, how a cultivator of the divine realm, could stir up such chaos in the world, and create such intense ripples on the Sea of Suffering

His friendship with Zhongshan Weison stirred the hearts of the haughty Wei Da General, who commanded the northern hegemonic state. But why did this central figure, the Eastern Celestial Master, appear in this grand tableau

Song Huai glanced at Zhongshan Yanwen and shook his head sympathetically: "We are all this age, elders, why should we worry"

He said to Wu Zhaochang, "My incompetent disciple is still in Taixu Pavilion. Before all these wise men, Song Mou will not speak in riddles. I originally planned to wait for him to come out and use the position of Grand Inspector General to make up for his lost time. But this kid got the understanding of the members of Taixu Pavilion a few days ago and sent me a letter. The letter said, 'If my family and friends are well, I will be happy in prison. If heaven and man are separated, I will inevitably feel alone.' He said that for these five years of imprisonment, he doesn't want any other compensation, just the care of a friend—you say, can a master ignore what his disciple has said to this extent"

Prior to being imprisoned in the Taixu Pavilion, Chen Suan's official position was the Left Deputy Chief Inspector of the Jingguo Imperial History Office, ranking third at the Imperial History Office. Above him were only the Right Chief Inspector and the Left Chief Inspector, each step a significant leap forward, incredibly difficult to achieve.

Especially in a country like Jing, such an ancient empire with a long history and intricate power struggles among various factions, every position is under constant scrutiny. The seniority system would take countless years to navigate, and only those with the perseverance could climb the ranks.

Among them, the left censor was also known as "Grand Censor".

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To hold this position is to control the Censorate, overseeing all officials with a legitimate mandate. It is the most prestigious position in Jingguo. In terms of authority, it is equal to that of the true monarch.

The internal structure of Jingguo's power is described as follows: The Mirror World Stage overlooks the world, the Central Heaven Prison punishes the world, and the Imperial History Department supervises all officials, including both the Mirror World Stage and the Central Heaven Prison.

The compensation that the Eastern Celestial Master prepared for his disciple is indeed abundant.

But Chen calculated that he could use this as leverage to exchange for his friend.

Only now did Jiang Wang understand. Chen Suan had committed suicide repeatedly in the attic of Taixu Pavilion, seeking a certain opportunity. The letter was written for someone else. He realized that Chen Suan had also been friends with Long Boji from Nandou Dian.

He had only met Long Boji once, at a banquet in the Dragon Palace, and didn't know him well. He had no impression of him. But now he felt curious - he really wanted to know what was special about Long Boji that could make such a friend, who would be so devoted to him.

Wu Zhaochang said in a slow, gentle voice: “I think the name of your friend is also Long Boji.”

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Song Huai sighed: "It's unfortunate that this is my name."

Zhongshan Yanwen raised her hand and caught Zhongshan Weison in the air, adjusting his injuries in the process: “You three are friends”

Zhongshan Weisun nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

It was only then that he realized who Jia Fuguai in the Taixu Fantasy Realm was.

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Therefore, I understood why Jia Fugui suddenly disappeared without a trace and didn't respond to any of the numerous flying crane messages. It explained why out of the three Hongmeng Swordsmen, he was the only one left, lonely and wandering in the Hongmeng Space.

Life is full of ups and downs, everyone faces their own hardships and troubles.

In the past, in the Honghuang space, they talked about their own lives, all of them were smooth sailing and carefree.

But knowing that Jia Fu貴 was also trying his best to rescue Shangguanhou, he suddenly didn't feel so lonely.

He admitted that he acted very foolishly this time, but isn't a true friend someone who makes silly mistakes with you In a world where everyone is so smart, it's not as difficult to face.

Wǔ Zhàochāng glanced at Sòng Huái, then at Zhōngshān Yànwén: “General Zhōngshān and Master Sòng have both spoken, logically speaking, I shouldn't refuse their request. But then again, since both General Zhōngshān and Master Sòng have spoken, perhaps I need to reconsider the weight of this Lóng Bójī.”

Song Huai's sigh was for this!

Since he had promised his disciple to protect a dragon, Long Bomei, from being slaughtered by the State of Chu, it was impossible. Especially since Chen Suan's determination shown in Tai Xu Ge must have already been known to the State of Chu through Dou Zhao.

If it were someone like Qu Shunhua, a young person, explaining things with empathy and logic would have made it work.

Wu Zhaochang is no saint.

“We all become more sentimental as we age, being manipulated by the younger generation.” Song Huai said in a soft voice: “But I and General Zhongshan are quite different. He is deeply devoted to his grandson, while I have grown accustomed to solitude on Penglai Island. It's best if my disciple doesn't resent me, but if he must, I can accept it too.”

This is a test.

He drew a line - he acknowledged it, but this cut couldn't be too harsh, it had to be measured. Otherwise, he'd rather have his apprentice resent him.

Wu ZHACiang spoke decisively: “I think Chen Suan's feelings for Long Boji are no less than those of Zhongshan Wei Sun.”

Song Huai said nonchalantly: "But my love for my disciple is nothing compared to General Zhongshan's love for his grandson. Besides—my Chen clan hasn't offended you."

He also looked at Jiang Wang with a half-smile.

Jiang Wang was carefully observing the stars.

And then Zhongshan Yanwen fell silent for a while.

Wu Zhaochang waved his hand: “We men of action don't bother with trifles! The Eastern Celestial Master has made things clear, and this general won’t speak further. For supplies essential to the divine descent, you see them delivered. Besides, in the future if Chu needs anything, you must also help me look after someone in Jing.”

Song Huai was also very straightforward: "Limited to Shenlin. It cannot be treason."

"Very well!" Wu Zhaochang immediately decided on the terms, and then said, "After waiting for Nan Dou Dian for so many days, there is only the friendship of two young people. It can be seen that his skills are poor! Since this is the case, it's better to strike now than later. We will surround the mountain for many days and conquer it in one day. Tonight, we will overthrow Nan Dou and show it to the world!"

As he decisively marshaled his troops, he said to the two True Lords, "Since you have come to the Nan Yu region, why not observe from the sidelines and see the might of my Chu army!"

Qu Shunhua immediately turned back to camp and prepared for battle. Xiangbei in the distant camp also acted immediately. At the main camp where the Evil Face Army was located, everyone sprang into action upon An Guo Gong's command.

One lamp after another soared into the sky, and the well-trained Chu soldiers quickly donned their armor and assembled.

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Outside the camp of Chu's army on Mount Du'e, it resembled a slumbering dragon awakening, roaring through the night. In an instant, its formations rose like mountains.

...the attack will begin tonight!

Jiang Wang was just about to leave when Wu Zhaochang called out, "Why not watch from the sidelines, Councillor Jiang Represent Tai Xu Ge and record the downfall of Nandou Dian."

Jiang Wanglue thought for a moment and said with his sword, "Duke Guo has spoken, I dare not refuse. I shall remain here with just these two eyes of mine, but hopefully there will be no disturbances."

“Grandpa Wu!” Zuo Guangshu gazed at Wu Zhaochang with longing, then at Qu Shunhua who was busy organizing the troops, conveying his plea with his eyes.

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Wu Zhaochang chuckled wryly and waved his hand. "Go on!"

"The last general takes your order!" Left Guangxu performed a military salute, and in an instant, his armor steamed, flying towards Qu Shunhua— "General Qu! This general follows the command of the Duke An, here to support you, willing to serve as the vanguard for your troops!"

Under the cover of night, Qu Shunhua's voice rang out solemnly: "I am the vanguard. Do not lose heart, three armies!"

Zuo Guangshu stood on a water-colored dragon, flying in the night sky, and shouted an order: "With me here, there is no retreat!"

Morale soared, and the sound of battle cries echoed for a long time.

Here in the air, Zhongshan Yanwen glanced at Zhongshan Weison, whose expression was full of anxiety. Finally, he turned to Wu Zhaochang and said: "The Chu army's invasion of the temple is a brutal affair, with swords and blades flying everywhere. We naturally cannot intervene. And the lord would not expect our soldiers to lower their swords in battle and deliberately spare Long Boji's life – what do you think We can first arrest the criminal Long Boji, and then attack Mount Shan and break the Zong clan"

Wu Zhaochang's expression was hidden behind the mask of a demon, he just smiled: "That depends on whether Nandou Dian will give Zhongshan General face."

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“I hope they won't give me trouble!” After gaining consent, Zhongshan Yanwen raised his hand and pointed. The conversation they had just shared instantly transformed into a dark-black signal arrow that shot up to Du’e Peak and entered the Nandou Secret Realm.

All of this was witnessed by Wu Zhaochang, ensuring that Zhongshan Yanwen and Nandou Dian had no other communication, only putting forward the request to take away Longboji.

This is hardly seen as a problem.

Everyone knows that the fall of Nandou Hall is a foregone conclusion.

In this situation, Zhongshan Yanwen and Song Huai had to save a true disciple of Nandou Temple. In a sense, it can be seen as preserving the fire for Nandou Temple. How could Nandou Temple not want that

From beginning to end, the matter of rescuing Long Boji had nothing to do with Long Boji himself or the Nandou Hall. The only issue at stake was Chu's attitude. And at this moment, representing Chu's stance was none other than An Guogong Wu Zhaochang, the commander leading the campaign against Nandou!

The General, Yingyangwei of the State of Jing, and Dongtianshi of the State of Jing, have used enough sincerity to persuade Wuzhaochang to increase the length of the execution knife by one inch. With that, there should be a less than perfect, yet inevitably poignant, and arguably satisfactory result.

But the fact is, Zhongshan Yanwen's personally sent signal arrows, appealing to the secrets of Nandou, still went through a long wait.

Not until the Chu army had finished its preparations, formed its battle formations, and officially begun their ascent did Nandou Hall finally offer this belated response.

Long Boji is already dead.

He was a true disciple of Tiantong Hall, an unnamed man, carrying a mat of straw. He carelessly carried the body out.

He soared over the army of climbers, flying freely beyond Mount Doom. He swooped down before them all. He greedily inhaled the fresh air and, under the scrutiny of many powerful eyes, met their gazes with an odd expression.

"You... are all here to save Senior Brother Long"

“He's really got face! There are so many people willing to run errands for him!”

His eyes were a mixture of envy and sorrow: “It’s a pity you came too late. He’s already dead.”

"Dragonbor-ji is dead" Zhongshan Weishun stepped forward in disbelief, looking at the roll of straw mat he was carrying: "How did he die"

He certainly couldn't believe it, but there was indeed a corpse there.

Of course he didn't want to admit it, but a thin straw mat couldn't hide his eyes. He recognized Long Boji—

Long Boji is dead!

From the north to the south, running thousands of miles, paying such a heavy price, doing so many foolish things, and in the end, only saving back one dead person!

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