Chapter 1757: Chapter 475: Techniques Stolen, Moon God Out of Contact
Yu Ziqing stood up and gazed into the distance towards the East Sea.
With such occurrences, even with little thought, he knew without a doubt that the Ancient Gods were behind this.
He originally thought these Ancient Gods had been quite well-behaved lately because not long ago, Yu Ziqing had personally killed an Old Emperor Qian who had just entered the path of the Ancient God on the New Continent.
Moreover, Yu Ziqing had personally traversed every inhabited land of Dadui, anchoring these places with himself.
Logically, in Dadui at least, it wouldn’t happen anymore that someone wakes up to find everyone they knew and were close to had disappeared.
Back then, Yu Ziqing spent a great deal of time; though he couldn’t say he’d seen every person in Dadui, he at least laid eyes on 99.9% of them, imprinting them in his mind.
He thought the Ancient Gods could no longer arbitrarily alter things and had cooled down.
Unexpectedly, they changed their methods.
Instead of making significant changes, they started to stoke the fire.
Especially under the current circumstances, this kind of nationwide support was much needed; the court couldn’t suppress such fervency by force.
No one could say the absolute devotion of the citizens to the Divine Dynasty was wrong.
No one dared to say that.
Yu Ziqing stepped out of the courtyard, assuming the identity of Yi Sijiu, and walked the streets of Jiachen City.
In a tea house on West Street, he ordered a pot of tea and sat there quietly, listening to the sounds from the entire street.
He turned to look inside the teahouse, where there was a passionate scholar, his Qi-Blood surging, eloquently speaking.
"Now is the opportunity for us to make a significant contribution!
For the court to reclaim lost ground, not only does it need the brave soldiers of the Dragon Elephant Army, but also us scholars.
To control and educate the tens of thousands of miles in West Qian, countless personnel are required.
If we stabilize the rear, the frontline soldiers will be able to advance bravely.
We should avenge the pain of losing our homeland back then, letting Daqian taste this bitterness."
Before the scholar could finish, another literary and physically sturdy scholar with at least Third-tier body cultivation level rebutted by shaking his head.
"Brother, you are wrong; our Dadui Divine Dynasty is a force of benevolence and righteousness; there’s nothing like revenge.
My older brother is following the army, serving as an official in the reclaimed territories.
In his letter home assuring his safety, he mentioned that our Dadui army is invincible and has met almost no resistance.
The citizens in those territories warmly welcomed our royal army, lining the roads as we passed.
The people of those territories live in such misery that even having enough to eat is a luxury.
Now, it’s our dynasty’s royal army saving thousands from flames and floods; it’s a matter of great righteousness.
We should never again speak of revenge."
The scholar who was rebutted, hearing these words, instead of getting angry, showed a face of realization and repeatedly bowed.
"Brother, you are indeed right; it was rash of me to misspeak."
The discussion went on, and soon, within an hour, a scholar stood up and spoke with enthusiasm.
"What’s the use of talking more? Why not request engagement in battle?
If we die on the battlefield, it would be a fulfillment of our wishes.
Even if we are not strong enough, we can still contribute a bit from the rear."
Saying this, he left abruptly, heading directly for the Prefectural Governor Mansion of Jiachen City.
As someone took the lead, a bunch of people immediately followed suit, each full of spirit, with an attitude of not returning if they didn’t achieve their goal.
Yu Ziqing watched silently, sensing very clearly.
Their patriotic hearts were undeniably genuine, and their determination burned like fire, indicating they were not just making empty promises.
He left a piece of Spirit Jade behind and followed the crowd outside.
Arriving outside the Prefectural Governor Mansion, a large crowd had already gathered, not only those from the teahouse.
There were people from other places, and some accents were distinctly not from Jiachen City’s region.
Yu Ziqing vaguely remembered people with such an accent coming from at least ten thousand or eight thousand miles away from Jiachen City.
Judging by their travel-worn appearance, they had evidently just arrived in Jiachen City today, heading straight for the Prefectural Governor Mansion to request engagement in battle.
From afar, Yu Ziqing felt as if he sensed intense flames burning, such was their fervor.
Yu Ziqing glanced around and saw someone in the back of a group not far away, chanting slogans with the rest, gesturing to him.
He knew this person; they were a member of Jiachen City’s Riddler group, usually gathering intelligence within the city.
Unexpectedly, the Riddler was also chanting slogans asking to go to battle.
Upon seeing Yu Ziqing, that Riddler was suddenly shocked, calmed down, and quickly slipped away, approaching Yu Ziqing furtively.
"Greetings, my lord."
"Why did you join them?"
"Forgive me, my lord. I originally came here to gather intelligence, but after a while, I unknowingly joined in.
I truly want to go to the front lines to fight bravely, but unfortunately, I lack the strength.
However, if I can contribute something, I would be content."
The Riddler said, noticing Yu Ziqing’s calm expression, promptly added.
"When I was younger, my family was in West Qian; I escaped to Jiachen City, surviving the first tribulation.
However, 182 members of my family vanished without a trace.
After His Majesty broke the seal and led Dadui back, I realized that time had passed for a long, long time.
I cannot find peace in my heart; please forgive me, my lord..."
Yu Ziqing’s gaze remained fixed on the distant crowd, growing increasingly serene.
