Chapter 62: Awaiting Records in History

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"Ouch—it hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Sis, let go, let go—"

Sun Xiaoyan, growing increasingly plump and robust, shuffled forward with short steps, baring her teeth and begging for mercy.

Beside him, Sun Xiaoman was twisting his ears and pulling him forward with long strides — because of their height difference, Sun Xiaoman was now floating in the air, walking on air. Sun Xiaoyan had to strain his neck hard, avoiding having his ears pulled off.

"Now you know what it feels like" Sun Xiaoman sneered: "Just now, who was the one who wanted to try their hand against me"

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“I wouldn't dare, sister,” Sun Xiaoyan said with a mournful face. “I was just greeting you, really just greeting you!”

"Greetings, have you even bothered to use any magic" Sun Xiaoman asked.

"Isn't this a chance for my sister to check my homework It's been so many years!" Sun Xiaoyan swore by the heavens: "Heaven and earth bear witness, I am loyal to my sister with all my heart, I wouldn't even dare have a hint of defiance. Big mother, second sister, third heaven, fourth me!"

Saying this, he pouted: "You've been beating me up since I was a kid, and now that I'm grown, you still beat me Am I supposed to have no face"

That fat face was beginning to swell, with the eyes even seeming like they might well up with tears.

Sun Xiaoman released his ear and slapped him on the back of the head with her hand, making the fat flesh shake. Then she pointed at his nose: "You're about to see your mother, dare you cry one try—how old are you!"

Sun Xiaoyan, who was known for being a good cryer since she was little, immediately composed herself and even managed to force a smile.

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Sun Xiaoman, who had followed King Aozhi to practice martial arts and traveled all over the world, was back in her hometown for the first time in years.

The three mountains of Sashan City, Yu Heng has leaned, Feilai has flown away, only one mountain, Shupin Peak, stands upright. However, the name of Sashan City remains the same, and no one has changed it to Dushan City.

Just like Sun Xiaoyan was still fat, just from being a little chubby to being big and round.

How could you get so fat!

This issue ceased to be an issue the moment Dou Yuemei shoved a plate of braised pig's trotters into Sun Xiaoyan's arms.

Sun Xiaoyan held the pig's trotter and started to gnaw on it.

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Dou Yuemei gently beckoned with her hand: "Xiaoman, come here to your mother."

After so many years of separation, it's natural to feel a longing in one's heart. Even though Sun Xiaoman usually acts carefree and boisterous, she couldn't help but be touched at this moment. Her eyes welled up with tears as she rushed into her mother's arms, crying out, "Mother!"

“Good child…” Dou Yuemei held her daughter, gently stroking her hair. As she stroked, she found her ear and suddenly twisted it—

“Sun Xiaoman! You heartless wretch! Leaving for so many years without a word! Your mother’s beauty has faded, her face wrinkled and old. You don’t even come back to see her once!”

Sun Xiaoman always favored softness over rigidity. When Dou Yuemei dared to criticize her, she retorted loudly: "A virtuous woman should aspire to greatness and not be confined by domestic affairs!"

Although she argued with her mouth, she softened her ears as much as possible. In her memory, her mother, who was strong and fiery, single-handedly holding up a whole sky, could no longer twist the muscles of her warrior's body.

She is growing at a rapid pace, while her mother, who has always remained at the Inner Palace realm, will gradually grow old.

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"Dou Yuemei's willow eyebrows stood erect: 'If I had known you, Sun Xiaoman, aspired to explore the world, when you were born, I should have found a basin and placed you in it, letting you drift with the current, wandering far and wide. It would have saved me from this heartache now!'"

Sun Xiaoyan almost buried her face in the rice bowl, pretending to gnaw on pig's trotters. But she slyly glanced at her elder sister being scolded, so happy that the corners of her mouth couldn't be suppressed.

Sun Xiaoman knew her mother's temper well. Although she had always been stubborn, this time she compromised, saying in a sweet voice, "Mother, please stop twisting, my ears are about to break off, woo woo woo—"

“Hiss—!” Dou Yuemei gasped, “Who did you learn this from”

But after all, I let go.

“Hello there!” Sun Xiaoman giggled. “When you were young, you used to —”

She realized she had said the wrong thing and quickly changed the subject: “When I just came back, I heard a lot of commotion outside. What were they arguing about”

Dou Yuemei appeared oblivious, sighing, "This imperial court has had three reigns in the past ten years, each vastly different. Could anyone possibly agree with this The banners on the city walls change, and all that changes is whose family name is at the top. But with constant shifts in policy, nothing gets accomplished, only harming the common people!"

In the entire Zhāng State, Sān Shān City was undoubtedly one of the urban areas most suited to the implementation of Qǐ Míng's new policies.

Because the people of this place have suffered greatly from ferocious beasts. Former Lord Sun Heng, and countless warriors throughout the city's history, they did not know the rights of the beast nest, but they dedicated themselves generation after generation to fight against it.

The Three Mountains City has been a lair of ferocious beasts for a long time!

But this city-state is also the most difficult place to accept the truth about the Beast's Nest, because the devastation that destroyed countless families was man-made. Hundreds of thousands of citizens toiled and paid taxes for the state, but unknowingly served as fuel for the country, becoming medicine and firewood.

How can the heart remain unmoved

Fortunately, the court could attribute everything to Zhuang Gaoxian, who had already been overthrown and killed. The new policies served as a farewell to the past, thus winning understanding.

As the Qi Ming New Policy was implemented, the people of San Shan City were in unison, all rejecting the beast nest. The court also fully considered the feelings of the people, and therefore San Shan City was removed from the nest zone.

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In recent years, the city of Sān Shān has indeed been peaceful and tranquil. The people of Sān Shān are hardworking and brave, striving to build a brighter future in a new era they believe in.

But the winds of change are so unpredictable, and after five years of new policies, it came to an end. In the blink of an eye, old political groups either perished or disbanded, and with people gone, politics faded away.

Now the court is going to rebuild the beast den in the Sanshan City area!

Old wounds haven't healed, and new grievances are still fresh. How could the people possibly not be restless

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Dou Yuemei knew well that the people's resistance was pointless, there were only "acceptance" and "having to accept". This reality had already dawned on her when she first moved the mountain and encountered opposition from Du Ruhui.

But as a city official and someone's parents, how could she persuade the people not to resist and accept all of this

She could only worry and lament during this time!

Upon hearing her mother's words, Sun Xiaoman frowned. She had no good feelings towards Zhuang Ting, which was dominated by the head of the Daoist sect: "If it really doesn't work, let's just leave. My daughter has these fists, in this vast world, there is no place for my mother and daughter to stay"

"The three of you!" Sun Xiaoyan chimed in, even amidst her busy schedule.

“Your younger brother is certainly able to walk with you, but I can’t.” Dou Yuemei said calmly. “Even though Zhuang Ting may be bad in every way and San Shan City may be torturous in every aspect, this is the responsibility your father left behind. Your father is gone, and I have to shoulder it.”

The power of this sentence has already been proven by the passage of time.

“I’m not leaving either! I have a responsibility too!” Sun Xiaoyan said defiantly, chewing on a pig trotter.

Regardless of who is right or wrong, it's obvious who would get beaten up more easily. He wouldn't walk with Sun Xiaoman!

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Sun Xiaoman glared at him fiercely.

“Sister—” Sun Xiaoyan hesitated and offered a pig’s hoof. “Would you like it”

Before Sun Xiaoman could even finish shaking her head, he withdrew and mumbled while chewing, "Sister, where's your so-called 'World's Number One Warrior' master"

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Why Wang Ao didn't enter the city to see his old friends, Sun Xiaoman didn't say, and Dou Yuemei didn't ask.

Sun Heng, who had already passed away, was someone with extraordinary charisma despite not being particularly gifted in cultivation. Sun Heng, Dou Yuemei, and Wang Ao were friends who had known each other since their humble beginnings and traveled the world together. Later, Dou Yuemei returned to Sun Heng's hometown with him, while Wang Ao embarked on his martial arts journey alone.

To be honest, Wang Ao truly started to make rapid progress in his cultivation only after Dou Yuemei married Sun Heng. Before that, although he was naturally more talented than the two friends, the difference wasn't as pronounced.

Wang Ao likes Dou Yuemei, this Wang Ao knows, and Dou Yuemei also knows. But Wang Ao never says it out loud because Dou Yuemei's attitude is very clear. If he says it, they won't even be friends.

So he even avoided meeting face to face.

“Don't brag! His first one was hammered out.” Sun Xiaoman said, “He's gone back to Qin now. He said he wanted to go back and get what he should have. So he gave me a break - I just happened to be able to go home and see my family.”

The Wang clan of the Qin Dynasty, is a newly emerging prominent family in the West. But if we look into its history, it's been around for quite some time, only truly rising to prominence and being listed among the noble families within Guan Nei in the last hundred years.

Among them, Wang Zhao, the one in command of military affairs, was exceptionally gifted, with outstanding military strategies. He was a representative figure among the young and capable generals of Qin.

While Wang Ao was actually from a collateral branch of the family, he was impoverished since childhood and not taken seriously. He left Qin State very early to venture out on his own, ultimately making a name for himself through his fists.

As for Wang Ao's past, Dou Yuemei only knew these things and couldn't understand what Wang Ao meant by "going back to get what he should." But she understood Wang Ao, knowing that this person was not rash and would not let emotions control himself, making impulsive decisions. Besides, they really couldn't help Wang Ao much.

He simply patted Sun Xiaoman's head and said, "Isn't it said that practicing martial arts can make you grow taller Why haven't you grown Now you are three circles smaller than your younger brother."

Sun Xiaoman looked at Sun Xiaoyan with disdain: "Who can compare to him in size Look at how you raised him!"

"Oh, there's a fat man in Qi who is even fatter than him. I met him last time when I went to Linzi with my master. He's already a Marquis! He's a good friend of Jiang Wang. Do you remember Jiang Wang"

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“Mr. Jiang Ge! How could I forget” Sun smiled excitedly: “Yang Xingyong and Zhao Tiehe always bring him up. Back when we had the Sancheng Debate, he gave us a Dao-honor, he was a good man.”

"Being a good person isn't exactly a glowing recommendation, you know." Dou Yuemei said.

"How can a good person not have good reviews" Sun Xiaoyan was very assertive: "Here, they are excellent!"

"Your mother hopes you'll always feel this way." Dou Yuemei looked at Sun Xiaoman: "Xiaoman has been following your master all over the place for so many years—what do you think"

"I think he wouldn't care what others say about him." Sun Xiaoman clenched her fists lightly, the cultivation of a twenty-one heaven warrior no longer concealed.

She was calm and collected, laughing easily within the lord's mansion.

Outside the city lord's mansion, a bloody wolf smoke rose up, breaking through the clouds and crashing into the sky!

The last suitable place for a beast's nest in Sanshan City is Shupibi Peak.

There is a stone stele of Sun Heng's "Vertical Pen Peak" there, erected by Dou Yuemei herself. Sun Heng died from exhaustion while clearing the Vertical Pen Peak in that very spot.

As Sun Xiaoman, daughter of Sun Heng, she absolutely could not allow this place to become a beast's lair again. Therefore, with her fist raised, she issued a warning. She said, "Because Jiang Wang, like my master, is a true strongman."

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Dou Yuemei fell silent for a moment, then asked, "Is your master about to take that step"

Sun Xiao man only said: "Before this, he wanted to settle accounts."

> By today, the martial arts world has reached a consensus—martial arts is an honorable path.

This is not a branch of the current cultivation system, but another major path that can run parallel to it. Although it hasn't truly come out yet, more and more people are devoting themselves to it. Chu Guo Tianjiao Zhongli Yan is one such renowned figure.

But even if everyone knows it can reach extreme heights, as long as no one summits it, it cannot truly stand. The path ahead is shrouded in mist, unclear to the eye. No one knows what lies there.

Perhaps before the limit, it was a broken road. Perhaps the obstacle ahead is a heavenly rule that cannot be broken.

Embarking on this path is still an adventure.

Wang Ao is a pioneer who is at the forefront.

Martial arts has yet to reach its peak, history awaits to be written.

Many people think they are the ones who write history, but only when the tide of time has completely passed will we know who ultimately leaves their name behind.

This year, Master Jiang has been busy fulfilling his promises made in Heavenly Capital City. He constantly travels between the demon realm, the borderlands, and the Abyss of Yu Yuan, creating opportunities through constant maneuvering and battle, leaving demons, monsters, and Asuras on edge.

In the past, Dong Zhen's formidable combat strength allowed him to roam freely across battlefields. Now, he rarely ventures alone to the front lines out of caution.

Almost single-handedly, he changed the course of the battle.

But everyone understands that this is just a small skirmish for now, and all parties are currently restraining their forces.

The true war is yet to come, looming on the horizon. It is a giant sword hanging over our heads, its form still obscured in the shadows. Only when it falls will we know which way destiny will flow.

Either continue the protagonist's destiny, or go to a time even darker than ancient times.

The current world is in a state of constant activity because no one dares to underestimate the upcoming war. The higher one stands, the more one understands the weight of history.

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Jiang Wang left the State of Chu and soared into the sky, but he abruptly pressed down his sword light after flying no more than five hundred li.

This is a stretch of wild land heading towards the Song State - the southern regions have an abundance of wild lands, either choked with miasma or left behind as taboos by major sects. In short, many places are too dangerous for people to bother with.

Jiang Wang's descent was not without reason. He was startled by a touch of energy, and thus came down to see who was behind it.

But then, the miasma transformed into clear light. In the clearing of the forest, a bamboo mat was laid out.

An elderly man in a wide robe and tall hat, sat on a bamboo mat. On his left was an incense burner, and on his right were several scrolls of books.

In this evening, with spring having passed and early summer just arrived, he, together with this forest, formed a refreshing painting.

“Do you recognize me, old man” Jiang Wang asked after landing.

This old man, with his silver hair hidden beneath a high crown, had a ruddy complexion and a powerful voice. He gave off an air of righteousness: "Who in the world does not know you!"

Jiang Wang bowed his hands in respect and said, "I don't know who you are, sir."

"After a country's fall, how can there be any fame" The old man beckoned with his hand: "Please sit."

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Jiang Wang had a rough idea of who this person was, so he sat down opposite the elder in the same way. He tried his best to imitate the elder's posture, but it was clearly not up to strict inspection.

The old man looked at him silently for a while and said, "You haven't learned etiquette."

Once upon a time, there was someone surnamed Jiang who lived in Qi. The duke's etiquette was never standard, and he had never been seen to make much noise. Even the Duke of Qi didn't mind, and the officials still praised him for his elegance.

This old man is quite particular—he fancies himself a teacher.

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Jiang Wang sighed and propped her hands on her knees, adopting a relaxed posture. "My father taught me etiquette when he was alive," she said nonchalantly. "He emphasized mutual respect and reciprocity, but never mentioned the importance of strict adherence to rules. If I have offended the elderly gentleman, please forgive my lapse in decorum."

The old man didn't take offense, nor did he show any sign of joy. He simply said, "Old man Yan Sheng."

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"Mr. Yan," Jiang Wang looked at him, "I don't know what brings you here with such a grand gesture"

Yan Sheng looked at Jiang Wang with a complicated expression. After a moment of silence, he said: "This old man is the last prince of Yang Guo and an old man from the East Palace. As the Taishi, I haven't contributed much to the country. Today, when you flew past, I felt sentimental, so I took the liberty of inviting you."

He paused, then continued, "The last moments of Princess Taoyang, the founding princess of Dayang, were spent by your side. This old man wants to ask - did she have any entrustments regarding the country of Taoyang"

This powerful figure of the Daoist school, an unknown true immortal of great strength, spoke these final words with a slight tremor.

At this moment, Jiang Wang felt a multitude of emotions. The previous slight annoyance from being criticized dissipated.

He had thought of many answers, but looking into the old man's eyes, he finally said: "Senior Ji, she did not entrust me with anything."

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