Chapter 2438: Within This Door

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Jiang Mengxiong at Huo Shui Fist defeated Zhongzhou's first true person, You Qin Xu, in the Dao calendar year 3882.

Immediately after, the palm teaching of Jade Capital Mountain, Zong Dezhen, came directly to his door, letting him know what the so-called "Zhongzhou first" truly meant.

It was only because of the strong protection of the Qi country emperor, Jiang Shu, that he avoided certain death. But the living crime was not spared; he was thrown to the extreme north ice river. Zong Dezhen personally created the extreme intent cold prison, torturing Jiang Mengxiong for five full years.

Clearly, Jiang Mengxiong and You Qin Xu had a fair fight, a Dao encounter, a battle both were aware of the stakes of.

If Jiang Mengxiong had lost and died, absolutely no one could have said anything for him. But he won, yet had to suffer an unfounded lesson. For a spirit as high as his, receiving punishment without crime, it's no wonder he has held a grudge for so many years.

However, this is reality.

Reasons, of course, exist, but not everyone has the qualification to speak them.

Justice, of course, exists, but before power that can trample rules, you must have equal power to uphold it for yourself.

The premise of sitting down to discuss right and wrong is that you have the qualification to sit down.

And the year after Jiang Mengxiong emerged from the extreme north ice river, the Qi-Xia war erupted. Qi country leaped to become a world hegemon, occupying the eastern domain.

What happened at Huo Shui will not happen again!

Later, in the proud war of Star Moon Plain, Jing proud had the qualification to kill people, and Qi proud also had the quota to kill people.

Jiang Mengxiong's single-handed defeat of Zhongzhou's first true person was, of course, an expression of Qi country's leap in national power. But not yet a hegemon, ultimately an ant. In an era where the national system flourished greatly, facing Jing country, which stood at the peak of the present world order, there was no right to discourse at all.

It's hard to say whether Jiang Shu's single-minded focus on war that year, his determination to throw everything into seeking hegemony, was stimulated by this event or not.

But history simply moves forward grandly, through countless wills and unwillings.

The vast Town Country Great Marshal Mansion was quiet and silent.

Wang Yiwu gazed at the distant sky — Jiang Mengxiong challenged Yu Zhaoluan outside the heavens. Standing here, he naturally couldn't see anything, but he didn't avoid it either, just waited for the result.

He wasn't good at expressing himself, always spoke few words, but along this path, how lucky he was. There was always a lighthouse in front, and his master was always the image he dreamed of becoming.

Outside the Town Country Great Marshal Mansion, at the end of the long street, a donkey cart slowly approached.

The donkey cart was a very ordinary one, the blue donkey pulling it was thin and old, walking with great effort. On the cart was a not-too-high pile of grass, and a person, whose life or death was uncertain, lay in the middle of the grass pile, motionless.

The setting sun hung alone, the prosperous city was quietly cold.

The creaking sound of the donkey cart was like a desolate erhu.

The one-armed gatekeeper glanced at it, wanting to step forward cautiously, but was stopped by Wang Yiwu's outstretched hand.

So this donkey cart, carrying this person, slowly came to the outside of the Town Country Great Marshal Mansion.

The old donkey stopped.

The person lying in the grass pile stretched lazily, sat up from the donkey cart, and only then began to breathe.

He wasn't a corpse after all.

This was a person with a stubbly beard, overly unkempt, thus appearing very shabby. He sat on the donkey cart, opened those pair of dead fish eyes, turned them for a long time, before they finally settled on Wang Yiwu's face.

Within those lifeless eyes, instant divinity appeared.

God descend.

Two people qualified to compete for the name of contemporary strongest God descend met just like this.

"Wang Yiwu." The person on the donkey cart asked, "You knew I was coming?"

Wang Yiwu, standing under the 'Town Country Great Marshal Mansion' plaque, was meticulous like a carving knife: "I cannot yet divine foreknowledge."

"Then you are here... forget it." The dead fish eye male was too lazy to care further and said directly, "Forward!"

"Forward." Wang Yiwu looked at him, "You specifically came to challenge me?"

Speaking of coming, it was also interesting. This successor of Xiang Fengqi and the successor of Jiang Mengxiong, one traveling the rivers and lakes, one marching with the army, had both gained considerable fame and were often discussed together by busybodies, yet this was their first true face-to-face meeting.

Just like Wang Yiwu going to the court to hear the Dao Heaven Palace "settle old time intent." Choosing to challenge Forward on the eve of Wang Yiwu's Cave True breakthrough also had the meaning that before seeing the true, he must see the mountain.

That was the year the previous generation invincible Cave True, Xiang Fengqi, shattered the sky, and a youth fell into a long abyss of despair.

He climbed for a very long time, only to climb to Linzi.

"I am not challenging you," Forward seriously corrected. "It is Xiang Fengqi's disciple, now representing only my flying sword, coming to challenge no I kill fist."

Wang Yiwu frowned: "The era of flying swords has already been eliminated. Only my sword way has also been shattered very thoroughly."

"But I still exist," Forward said.

"Even if you defeat me, it cannot represent that only my flying sword defeated no I kill fist." Wang Yiwu looked at him: "That is my master's path, not my path."

Compared to the refined and stern, soldier-like Wang Yiwu, Forward's appearance was truly decadent.

But he slowly said, "I will defeat you, then pass by you, and then someday in the future, challenge your master, using only my flying sword to suppress his fist."

This sentence wasn't spoken with much force, like a madman muttering.

In any case, it didn't show much determination.

But Wang Yiwu treated it seriously: "You and I both know this is an impossible thing."

"Which impossible are you talking about?" Forward asked.

"You cannot defeat me. You are even more impossible to defeat my master," Wang Yiwu said.

Forward didn't believe the first impossible and was about to verify it. But he also believed the second impossible.

Jiang Mengxiong was too strong, and growing stronger.

Like a peak that can never be reached, and is forever rising.

Along this path, he had already walked very far.

But the mountain was yet higher.

He would always walk forward.

Regardless of whether that goal could be achieved.

He would never again stop, just set out towards the impossible direction.

This was his sword way.

Wang Yiwu said no more, directly stepping aside: "Come into the mansion. There is enough space for us to fight inside. I cannot go out these days."

Forward roughly glanced inside the marshal mansion, calculated about how many steps he would have to walk: "Can the donkey enter?"

"Probably not," Wang Yiwu said.

Forward sighed deeply, like a patient who had been paralyzed for a long time, difficulty moving down from the donkey cart. Only then did he grow several bones, lazily walking towards the marshal mansion, asking quite casually: "Why can't you go out? Will it affect your fighting state?"

"Not to that extent," Wang Yiwu said. "It's just confined to three days, and you happened to come today. It's all incidental."

Forward said as he walked: "What a pity. If you could go out of the mansion, you and I could choose a good place, imitate Jiang Wang and Dou Zhao selling tickets at the Canglang fight field. It would surely be a spectacle."

Since Bai Yuxia became the wine house boss, he had become increasingly fond of calculating accounts. Forward, with his ears and eyes, sometimes couldn't help but be influenced.

Today, his and Wang Yiwu's strength, compared to Jiang Wang and Dou Zhao who competed at the Canglang fight field originally, was only stronger, not weaker. By rights, they shouldn't earn less.

Wang Yiwu looked at him: "The regret is, this battle between you and me might not have many people paying attention."

Forward was very surprised that this guy would say so. In his impression, Wang Yiwu was a very arrogant person: "Although it is said that now is a great world of cultivation, the people standing at the forefront continuously change history and innovate records. Are cultivators like you and I, God descend cultivators, not just like common vegetables?"

"Great Luo palm teaching just arrived, and master is currently sparring," Wang Yiwu said.

Forward was stunned in place, only sighing after a long time: "Life is too long."

"Still coming?" Wang Yiwu stood there and asked.

"Why not?" The loose and sloppy Forward, without energy to lift his steps, stepped across the high threshold of the Town Country Great Marshal Mansion.

Once, he thought his life would end, that he could only wander outside of Qi country. In midnight dreams, he dared not touch this threshold. Now he had entered this door. So what reason was there not to continue walking? Although the road was long, although the courtyard was deep.

Wang Yiwu no longer spoke, quietly leading the way ahead.

He couldn't quite understand the meaning of doing something that couldn't succeed.

But he could feel the life force burning in the man named Forward behind him, on this path.

He respected strength.

He would use his fist to show that respect.

In the alley outside the Town Country Great Marshal Mansion, a man whose hair was not a strand out of place sat in a wooden wheelchair, calmly watching the sunset.

The sunset slowly slid down into the distance, still selflessly gifting its last spring color.

He was, of course, not just watching the sunset.

Today there were two very important battles, and he wanted to know the results of both as soon as possible.

Of course, the first battle he could only wait for, the second battle he had to watch.

Standing at the peak of God descend, both standing at the door of Cave True, to truly divide victory and defeat, neither had the possibility of holding back.

He naturally had great confidence in his junior brother, but confidence couldn't fill worry.

He knew his junior brother was high-spirited and proud, so he just waited silently here.

It was best if he didn't need to appear.

At some moment, he raised his eyes and saw an ethereal figure, like an immortal posture, condensing in the dusk light.

His handsome posture was extraordinary, like an immortal dragon.

The immortal dragon law image stood on the high wall, clothes fluttering, seemingly riding the wind.

Ten thousand lights all fell on this body, and like flying birds, passed through freely.

Those who should see him, would see him. Those who could not see him, would never see him.

Both the alley head and alley tail had forbidden laws, yet this law image appeared soundlessly.

His research into sealing techniques during his time in the Heaven Human state was, of course, indispensable, but the key lay in the vision from standing at the absolute peak.

"I was thinking it might be Bo Wang Marquis coming over, did not expect Jiang True Monarch to come personally," Chen Zeqing said calmly.

Just as Wang Yiwu had someone to care for him, Forward, walking in the world, was not alone.

Once, Xiang Fengqi was an invincible Cave True, and naturally had some friends, but not a single friend was qualified to interfere with his Dao struggle.

Today, Forward was different.

His friends, made in humble beginnings, had already grown to be some of the most peak figures in this world. They were qualified to protect his Dao in any contemporary battle.

The immortal dragon law image smiled faintly: "Coming quietly is too impolite, so I made a little movement - well, I came to watch the battle. You continue."

Chen Zeqing smiled: "Watch whose battle?"

"It's hard to choose, ah... didn't expect to happen upon such a grand feast outside of this Dao's main meal," the immortal dragon law image said with a slight regret, arms crossed. "I'll still accompany Brother Chen to watch the sunset."

Chen Zeqing looked at him standing on the edge of the wall, the sunset hanging just behind him, illuminating him brilliantly.

What an enviable posture!

"Your Dao body in Yun country dares not move lightly, are you still worried about Yan Chunhui?" Chen Zeqing asked.

Qi country's external intelligence was basically all handled by Chen Zeqing. His news was very well-informed, beyond what many people could achieve.

The immortal dragon law image didn't deny it: "Although we have already made a treaty, but..."

He shook his head: "Perhaps I am also a suspicious person."

"You yourself are a man of your word, yet you cannot bet that Yan Chunhui will also keep her word, cannot bet that Yan Chunhui will always remain rational," Chen Zeqing said. "We all have people we cherish. I can understand."

Jiang Wang inexplicably thought of the person he met in the demon world that year, thought of that stunningly peerless gun.

"Always forgot to ask." Jiang Wang looked at his legs: "Your legs... no hope?"

If he could help, it would be a form of repayment.

Chen Zeqing lifted the old blanket on his knee, as if lifting a sealed night, baring his legs in the dusk. One could see dense blood-colored ants crawling on them. One could barely see flesh and blood, only occasional glimpses of bone color. These legs... had been completely gnawed into an ant nest.

"No hope."

He smiled calmly: "These are called blood soul ants. Planted with life blood by heaven demons. They are already connected to my life soul. Killing them is suicide."

"Mind if I take a look?" Jiang Wang asked.

"Why not?" Chen Zeqing smiled. "When military affairs aren't busy, I often observe them."

In countless lonely nights, he didn't count stars, he watched ants.

The immortal dragon law image walked down, helping Chen Zeqing push the wheelchair.

Endless knowledge light shuttled through the "ant nest," suddenly gathering into a bundle, all returning to the immortal dragon's eyes.

These lights made Jiang Wang's eyes very complex. He slowly said: "These years, you have truly endured hardship."

Chen Zeqing smiled and shook his head: "I didn't die. Just a little painful."

There were, of course, many ways to relieve pain, and it wasn't difficult to cut off the sense of pain.

But he couldn't not feel the pain.

Not feeling the movements of these blood soul ants was tantamount to giving up on himself.

"Involved in the root of the life soul, all return to the source sea, human power is not enough. Perhaps transcendence will have a way," Jiang Wang finally said.

"Who knows?" Chen Zeqing smiled, pulled up the old blanket and covered his legs again. "I've gotten used to it these years, only three small problems prevent me from completely adapting. Pain is one of them."

Jiang Wang listened quietly to his narration.

"The second is..." Chen Zeqing said, "As long as these blood soul ants are not resolved, I can never derive the Dao in my lifetime."

He could not derive the Dao, yet he still inherited the Spring Die army — after Cao Ji's time overseeing the military affairs hall, this army commander was almost defaulted as the next core of the military affairs hall — this showed his military strategy.

Jiang Wang asked: "The third problem?"

Chen Zeqing said: "These blood soul ants can only be slightly suppressed in the present world. So I can never again enter the Ten Thousand Demon Gate in my lifetime."

He gently stroked the texture of the old blanket, with a sigh so faint as to be almost undetectable, as if only this problem made him feel pain. "I really want to go there."

"The demon world is not a place one must go to. Moreover, everyone has their own battlefield," Jiang Wang asked, "Why do you want to go so much?"

Chen Zeqing looked at the distant sunset: "My junior brother, in order to help me seek a method to resolve the blood soul ants, never came back."