Chapter 1871: Chapter 6: The Grand Spirit of Heroes Across the Land
The rise of Dou De.
Yet, Dou De was merely a piece in this chaotic era, and the cause of these disturbances cannot be attributed to a single event. It was the accumulation of seemingly insignificant incidents over the years that led to the current world situation.
The turbulent times, the unrest of people’s hearts.
It was merely a pawn in the hands of that gentle and approachable scholar.
The piece was played, sparking people’s thoughts and once again shattering the world.
Such things filled Jiang Yuan with intense anger and discontent.
According to historical records, he angrily said to his close ministers: "The bandits rallied ten thousand followers with a single call, further proving that the realm’s people should not be many, lest they unite as thieves. Without complete extermination, there will be no lesson for the future."
The bandits called, and the rebellious armies of tens of thousands rose up from all directions.
The people of the world should not be numerous; too many would become robbers!
Wretches, eating my grain, spending my silver coins, without thought of repaying the emperor’s kindness, yet plotting rebellion!
Kill, kill, kill!
They deserve to be killed! They deserve to be killed!
Even the harsh officials had to question their ears upon hearing such words, uncertain whether to say it was the emperor’s poor nature or the overestimation of human moral standards.
The turbulent winds from all directions arose, Yue Pengwu with a hundred thousand troops was able to restrain Ying Country’s three hundred thousand northern troops from departing, Emperor Qin personally balanced Jiang Su, or rather, these two top Divine Generals equaled each other.
The seventy to eighty thousand Taiping Army were like a nail.
It pricked the weakest and most powerless part of Jiang Yuan’s heart at the border.
Usually emerging suddenly, once a fight is imminent, they retreat like a turtle.
And across the vast Central Plains, various bandits arose, some numbering more than ten thousand, others at least thousand, gathering as robbers, causing the official armies to lament bitterly. He Ruoqinhu stood below the imperial palace, gazing at the vast earth, while Jiang Wanxiang’s Star-picking Tower had long been shut.
Standing there, he did not see the grandeur of the Ying Country Great Emperor who once viewed the world from high above, only noticing that the Star-picking Tower now exuded a sense of desolation and loneliness.
"Divine Martial King, Chen Fubi..."
He Ruoqinhu uttered the name, unsure of his own feelings.
Resentment, fear, unwillingness, or admiration.
Only now did he understand.
The final charge of Wolf King Chen Fubi, as if courting death, was not just a single strike of the sword - until today, everyone believed that Divine Martial King’s last desperate effort was to cut through the Qi Fortune of Ying Country Great Emperor Jiang Wanxiang, ultimately leading to the premature death of Jiang Wanxiang, who could have lived for over twenty years.
Shattering the dream of Daying Kingdom unifying the world.
With that single sword stroke, Chen Fubi secured his place among the top Divine Generals.
Yet, with a top-tier player in chess, an idle move early on.
When its significance is unveiled later, it turns out to be so, overwhelming and majestic.
He Ruoqinhu murmured: "Is this the second sword... Chen Fubi."
Passing martial arts, philosophy, and military tactics to the land like sparks of a fire, while Jiang Wanxiang was still alive, these sparks were dim, but once no one could suppress the situation, these sparks gathered into the most lethal sword.
One sword against the past, one sword against the future.
One sword severing the Qi of Daying Kingdom, another would cut the dynasty’s fate!
What an extraordinary Chen Fubi.
What an extraordinary one.
Divine Martial King!
Before, He Ruoqinhu had yet to accept Divine Martial King, believing this person was merely ruthless in martial arts, cultivating Forbidden Skills; if he too practiced forbidden techniques, the outcome would still be uncertain.
But now he could not resist, even as he was in a daze, a thought arose in He Ruoqinhu’s mind - if this continues to develop, wouldn’t Daying Kingdom’s decline and fall begin and end with the Wolf King?
How disastrous, how absurd, how...
An enemy not to be opposed.
Chen Fubi, oh Chen Fubi.
In the three hundred years of Chen Country’s dynasty, such a figure emerged.
And after your passing, there are still those who can stir the situation, guide your sword to manifest! Alongside Dou De and Dan Xiong, these people rise up, speaking for the people, disregarding their own lives.
"After your departure, the world becomes desolate."
"Yet this grand and magnificent aura has not ended."
He Ruoqinhu inexplicably thought of that proud Yuwen Lie and smiled self-mockingly.
The elegance of the world has reached this point, captivating yet filled with hatred.
An Imperial Decree arrived, summoning He Ruoqinhu.
This Divine General remained silent for a long time, already embroiled within the situation, as if entering a quagmire, bound and restrained, unable to be free, merely sighing, glancing at the Star-picking Tower, and turning towards the palace.
The Star-picking Tower soared skyward, yet a sense of loneliness lingered, unseen the old acquaintances of yesteryears, vaguely desolate. This once mighty and magnificent Daying Kingdom, within a few short years, seemed to have reached its end of Qi Fortune.
Lonely and desolate.
He Ruoqinhu cast one last glance into the distance, striding inside with the eunuch.
Whispering alone in his heart:
"Grandmaster, military god, what are you doing..."
Jiang Su raised his gaze, confronting the fierce Qilin Army ahead, his eyes as hard as iron.
He was—waiting!
