Chapter Fifty-Eight: May You Be Free From Worry
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The southern region is mountainous, cloudy, and filled with miasma.
In the south of Xuan Guo, far away and among towering mountains, there is a perilous peak named "Tianjue."
As its name suggests, it is perilous and formidable, aptly called "the southern sky ends here."
The gigantic Jucheng, representing the highest achievement of the Mohist school and constantly evolving over countless years, hovered here as spring neared its end.
The date of stay was from March 28th to April 5th. It seemed like a mountaintop shrine, a heavenly platform above the heavens.
The moment it arrived, Tiānjùfēng was no longer perilous.
Beside the sprawling Jucheng, a nation of intricate mechanisms arose overnight in Nanyue.
On the mountain peak, a bridge is built, horses run on the clouds.
The wooden hawk soars in the sky, while the iron dragon carries passengers.
The high-altitude cable cars, with a kind of orderly beauty.
From the foot of the mountain to tens of thousands of feet above, you can reach the summit through the "Flying Cloud Chamber" embedded in the mountain. It only takes three breaths to complete the journey.
A high-speed carriage hanging from the mountainside can also deliver goods to the highest altitudes smoothly.
Furthermore, there is a massive "Toad Palace Platform," which perfectly blends mechanisms and formations. It can directly transfer entire spaces, delivering everything on the Toad Palace Platform to its intended destination.
Different ways have different prices.
The Mohist school would never have charged here in the past, and of course they wouldn't be so considerate.
Now, the Mo family's transparent pricing and services have truly crossed the boundaries of time.
Xie Ruixuan is rather frugal in this regard, opting to air dry his clothes outside.
The lengthy merchant caravan was divided into ten detachments, entering the colossal organ-shaped carriage one by one.
With a veil covering her face, Zhu Wei sat in the carriage. Through the window, she watched the scenery outside speed by as their carriage plunged downwards at an alarming rate. Her heart, which had sunk for so long, unexpectedly felt light and buoyant.
Having heard of the great city, I have long known of it. Today, I arrive in this magnificent city!
How many times has he entered meditative states, telling himself to focus on his practice, but in a moment of distraction, his mind drifted to the city of Ju Cheng. He had imagined countless times what form he would take when arriving here.
He has made preparations he has been waiting for a long time.
But eight years is still too long.
This time, it wasn't even the right time at all.
Not even mentioning the truth that a sudden breakthrough at the last moment, or achieving the Dao through practice, is impossible in Jù City.
But he still came.
He is by no means stupid, but he really misses it.
"Welcome to Ju Cheng!" A cast-iron sparrow painted with colorful patterns stood outside the open carriage, chirping a melodious tune.
The merchants streamed out of the carriages, curiously eyeing this legendary city. Everything they saw astonished them, and they couldn't help but whisper to each other in amazement.
"Where in this life can one find freedom Today, I am pleased!" A monkey in a red official robe stood on the welcoming platform, bowing with great grace: "Heaven's craft brings forth wonders; may your worries be absent!"
Its appearance was even that of a monkey, with every hair incredibly lifelike and moving realistically. Apart from wearing clothes, it was no different from an ordinary monkey. The only difference was its tail, which resembled a metallic hinge, hanging halfway down and swaying at a fixed rhythm.
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The Mohists certainly did not shy away from using extremely realistic methods to construct their mechanisms. It is clear that the mechanical beasts here deliberately retain the texture of a mechanism.
Being in this city, I cannot see its whole picture. But at least in this area, the visible style is like this: bare steel bones, pulling the veins of this city.
There are puppet welcomes, and the street lamps resemble a starry river. All kinds of fantastic colors, as embellishments within steel.
Then the monkey official bowed, and from atop his platform snapped his fingers.
There was no sign of any major movement, and everything before my eyes suddenly seemed to vanish like a curtain being ripped away.
Whoosh —
The bustling crowd of voices suddenly surged upon me.
I couldn't tell if it was the space shifting or the phantoms changing. Even I, Zhu Wei, didn't catch the trajectory of that extraordinary power.
The entire caravan from the Cloud Kingdom poured into a bustling city.
This is the "city within a city" of Ju City, but it is not cramped. Instead, it is vast and imposing. Space here is given concrete extension, making one feel as if they are in Tianjing or Linzi.
One can see merchants from different countries all over the world bustling about in the square. Stalls of every variety, with goods of every description, are intertwined, creating a dazzling marketplace.
The thousand opportunities presented by the revival of Mohist thought after hundreds of years are indeed exceptionally lively.
“Come with me, come with me!” The cast iron finch flew ahead leading the way.
Zhù Wéi wǒ gěi Xiè Ruìxuān chuánle gè yīn, biàn dúzì liúqì shāngtuì, bù zhe hénjì de hùn jìn rénqún zhōng.
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Since the fall of Zicheng, all he knew about Huang Jinmo's current whereabouts came solely from Mo's descriptions.
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He didn't know where Huang Jinmo was imprisoned in Ju City, nor how he was faring. Ju City was always isolated from the world, only accessible to core disciples of the Mo family. He had no crucial information.
Over the past few years, he hasn't been idle. He has collected some information related to Jucheng, but any specific details are over three hundred years old. In the last three centuries, Jucheng has hardly ever opened up to the outside world. When it occasionally reveals itself, it only shows glimpses, just scales and claws, making it impossible to see clearly.
In this city within a city, Huang Jinmo should not be here.
This obviously was a new city built by Qian Jinhua for business, welcoming guests from all directions. There's no reason to place Mohist prisons here and let people from all over the world watch.
How can one know the true location of a prison
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I shouldn't know the answer.
But he took out a map, looked at it for a while as if studying it carefully, then casually chose a direction and started walking forward.
He was no stranger to the ways of gathering information, but he hadn't done anything concrete about it. He didn't follow the crowd or have a particular goal in mind, but as he walked, like a car arriving at a mountain and seeing a wall that looked slightly different.
Walk straight ahead and you'll pass through the illusion, arriving at a dark and gloomy alleyway.
In the bustling marketplace where a thousand opportunities were being unveiled, this alleyway felt so out of place.
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Without hesitation, I plunged into it.
This alleyway has many traps and hidden dangers, of course, all avoided one by one.
At the end of the shadowy lane, one could see the entrance to an underground palace. Two iron-clad puppets stood guard before it, their eyes, black orbs set in steel, radiated a chilling glow.
This defensive strength can't be said to be weak, if you have to describe it, it would be "just right".
With no major complications, Wei merely summoned a sliver of spear light and pinned the two puppets in place. He then swaggered into the underground palace—
There were no too many twists and turns, passing through the corridor and curtains all the way forward. In the center of the underground palace, on the throne, sat a woman in black as expected.
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She is an immortal being, a unique and unparalleled godlike presence throughout eternity. Even the extreme divine manifestation of Jiang Wang's six-thousand-li stele inscription cannot challenge this special state of divine presence.
She looked the same as eight years ago, with that same cold demeanor. Her long almond-shaped eyes were like ice.
In the next moment, the glacier melted, and she saw Zhu Wei.
She was free from shackles, fetters, and any other constraints. Yet, she remained seated, immobile, offering only her ardent gaze to Zhu Wei.
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I hope for myself too that I haven't moved forward.
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The two of them just stared silently at each other for a while.
They just looked at each other, and that was enough. But this place wasn't meant for visits after all.
"You're looking quite unkempt now," Huang Jinmo said.
I'm just too lazy to care.
He was actually telling himself he had no face, that he couldn't save his loved one, and would be forever shamed by it. But he wouldn't say any of this.
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Huang Jin Mo took a slow breath, wanting to say something, but stopped herself. Finally, she said: "Have you ever thought about how you could save me How could you possibly save me"
She grew serious and criticized, "Concern leads to chaos."
Coming to Ju Cheng to save people, of course, is not such a simple matter.
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All my journey thus far has been meticulously orchestrated. Even the plot led him to Star Moon Origin to inform him of matters concerning the Zhuang Kingdom. He left the Zhuang Kingdom and coincidentally encountered a merchant caravan participating in the Thousand Opportunities, belonging to the relatively friendly Yun Country...
Such a coincidence, Zhi Wei of course knew that things were not simple.
He currently has no ability to save people from Jucheng. How could he not know that
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He looked at Huang Jinmo: "I just came to see you."
Huang Jinmo looked at him and couldn't help but laugh: "You saw it."
> May I always remain motionless, never taking a step forward. He walked into the underworld but stayed rooted there, like a stubborn nail, simply saying: "You've suffered."
“See, I'm perfectly fine here now.” Huang Jinmu said softly.
"What did they do" Zhu Wei asked, trying his best to keep his expression neutral.
Huang Jin Mo remained silent for a moment, then finally said: "I didn't do anything, I'm just not happy."
"I heard you clearly," he said, "and not being happy is the biggest reason."
He turned and walked out, “Wait for me here. For the rest of my life, I will keep searching for a way to make you happy when I come back for you.”
“My life is very long,” Huang Jinmo said behind him. “I mean— I can wait forever.”
> Wish I had never looked back. This person couldn't say anything too passionate. He just emphasized: "Wait for me."
He then left.
Huang Jin Mo sat silently on the throne. She was, of course, free to move as she pleased; now she had freedom in the objective sense. But she would not leave.
She wasn't invited here, she can't just leave like this.
That turning corner of the corridor once again became a place of farewell.
She can't see me anymore.
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May those who know me understand the weight of his promises.
He will definitely make an effort to come over.
Eight years is not enough, make it eighty years. If five hundred years is not enough, then a thousand years. Until his last moment in life, he will always be walking towards you.
This gloomy dungeon has been deserted for a long time.
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At first, this was a prison, the most heavily guarded prison in Jucheng.
She was tried and punished here.
Ask her why she killed Mo Jingyu, ask her what method she used to kill Mo Jingyu - of course, these questions yielded no results, and in the end, all that was left was torture.
The throne she now sits upon was once a scaffold.
Afterward, Zhuang Gaoen died. The Mohists uncovered the "truth," and contemporary tycoon Qian Jinhu personally came to clear up the "misunderstanding."
She didn't say a word and wouldn't take a step.
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Later, this place was transformed into an underground palace. The railings became pillars, and the execution platform could even be refurbished into a throne. The ingenuity of the Mohist craftsmen is truly unparalleled.
But no matter how things change here, Huang Jinmo won't move an inch.
Whether it was the execution platform or the throne, as long as she remained there, she would forever be described as a prisoner held captive by the cultivators of Ju Cheng.
“Wei Wu left for a long time, and deep within the dungeon, a low sigh echoed: “Lady Huang, why Just leave like this, to be with your loved one, traveling mountains and rivers. What’s wrong with that You both hold onto hatred now, and he carries it too. Both of you could be happy, yet you can't. You know he will never come for you, and you seem unwilling to step out.”
Huang Jin was silent.
She had been hidden deep underground for many years, and she was very unfamiliar with the world. She didn't quite know how people connected with each other. Although she later built a city without redemption and met all sorts of people, most of the people in the city without redemption were not normal.
But she found it even harder to understand the so-called "normal" people.
Those people will always say what is better and more advantageous. But they won't say what is right.
She wasn't afraid of loneliness anyway. She lived and slept alone in the place where the sun never reached. Now, she fears it even less.
In the depths of the subterranean palace, a voice spoke once more: “Zhuang Gao deceived so many people, who can guarantee that they will never be deceived again This matter was originally a treacherous scheme, but now the culprit is dead, and it’s too late to reverse what has happened. Shouldn't we all try to let go”
Huang Jinmo sat on the throne like a statue, motionless.
Then the voice said again: "The mistakes of Jucheng, Jucheng is willing to bear. You have any conditions, feel free to say, Jucheng can satisfy, will definitely be satisfied. What Jucheng can't satisfy, I will personally find a way to satisfy."
"Why don't you represent the Mohists" Huang Jinmo opened his mouth and said.
A sound deep within the palace of earth chuckled bitterly, "I am unworthy."
“You are quite qualified, Qian Zongshi.” Huang Jin murmured, “You used me as your research subject. Through each so-called torture, you plundered my flesh and bone marrow – do you truly believe that after they are separated from my body, I cease to feel This disregard for all costs in the pursuit of knowledge is precisely the spirit of Mojia.”
The spirit of Mohism involves sacrifice, but it is the sacrifice of oneself, rather than others. This is a huge irony!
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In the depths of the subterranean palace, "Qian Zongshi" naturally refers to Qian Jinhua, the leading figure of the Mohist school in contemporary times.
While the thousands of opportunities weren't specifically created for Zhu Weiwo, having him brought to Ju Cheng during this period was indeed a plan orchestrated by the Mohists. It was yet another failure.
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The Mohist school, due to the death of its true disciple Mo Jingyu, sought to apprehend Huang Jinmo under the circumstances where evidence was conclusive. Each interrogation also adhered to the rules within Ju City and had corresponding records – this should have been a matter that wouldn't cause much controversy. At least on the surface, there were no major issues with what Ju City did.
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If there's nothing wrong on the surface, then things can be let go.
But Huang Jinmo's persistence was beyond imagination.
From Lu Maoguan to Qian Jinhua, all attempts by the Mohism school to resolve hatred have failed.
"Miss Huang truly has a profound misunderstanding of Ju City!" Only that voice echoed in the underground palace, followed by silence. It was as if it had been shattered by an eerie wind.
Then came a rumbling sound, and the entire underground palace began to ascend. Everything in the underground palace was changing, mechanisms shifting, carvings floating. All the arrangements were becoming more magnificent. Soon, this cold and gloomy palace transformed into a grand building. The hall was tall and wide, with a plaque hanging in the center that read: "Hall of Guilty Monarchs."
It will stand in the city of cities, visible to all under heaven during this thousand-opportunity era.
It is the Mohist apology and sincerity to Huang Jinmo.
It is what the Mohism of the future can say "reason".
Huang Jin remained silent.
The contemporary tycoons of the Mohist school can arrange everything properly, leaving no room for complaint. They can even lay the groundwork in advance, so that when things become irreversible, they can reason with those who need to sit down and talk.
Huang Jin Mo Lun was just silent, and she didn't know how to prepare "reason," she didn't want to think about these things.
She was thinking about wishing Wei Yi well.
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She was also missing him, the one who would never reason with Qian Jinhua and the others.
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