Chapter 98: I'm Not a Genius
ity became less vigilant because of him, Liu Dayong!For a moment, he wanted to draw his butcher knife and fight you to the death.But the fat general from Qi who dragged him into the city had no defens...Accompanying Zhao Lang in a maze isn't a good idea, especially when the maze is constantly changing under the control of an opponent.
Then, Jiang Wang decided to leap up and onto the stone wall.
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What greeted him was the whistling barrage of firecrackers.
Jiang Wang flipped in the air, his feet lightly touching the stone wall as he charged forward with his sword drawn.
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And at some point, the vines that had been creeping up the stone wall suddenly sprang to life, coiling around Jiang Wang's ankle.
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As the sword flashed, severing the vines, Jiang Wang could only shift to the side, creating distance between himself and Zhao Lang.
The long-awaited wind blades sliced through the air, one after another.
The two engaged in a fierce battle, exchanging blows with skill and grace. The soldiers watching from the sidelines were astonished by the spectacle.
On the one hand, they put aside their contempt for the disciples of the Dao Institute. On the other hand, they also held Zhao Lang in higher regard.
Now Jiang Wang had abandoned his use of Dao techniques. His understanding of Dao techniques was still far behind that of Zhao Lang, leaving him with little room for development. He had been repeatedly interrupted forcefully.
Since he had made up his mind, he focused on honing his swordsmanship.
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At this point, he no longer adhered to the five sword techniques. Instead, he shattered the Purple Qi Coming East Sword Technique and gradually integrated it into every sword strike. Later on, each sword could transform into a killing technique, and each killing technique could be freely reversed.
Every sword is the Violet Qi Arrives Sword.
This process was arduous and lengthy, but Zhao Lang was willing to facilitate it. Although his Taoist techniques were skillfully employed, they never managed to deliver a decisive blow, instead merely pushing Jiang Wang to continually improve.
Every refinement in Jiang Wang's swordsmanship corresponded to a proportional increase in his magical power. Compared to Zhao Lang's current combat strength, this level of control was particularly terrifying.
At last, Jiang Wang flipped over and leaped out of the stage, bowing deeply to Zhao Lang.
"Thanks for making this happen, Zhao ge!"
At this time, he held the sword in his hand, the sword already complete.
A sword can always be drawn, and every strike is a killing technique.
"There's no need to thank me," Zhao Lang smiled. "Maybe we'll be comrades in arms someday."
He was indeed a talent for assisting Wei Yan in managing the military camp. In a fight, he not only showed kindness but also educated his subordinates. Even at this moment, he didn't forget to pull someone in.
The outcome is naturally self-evident.
The soldiers in the audience cheered and egged him on, “That’s right, brother, with such skill, don't go to the county academy! Come join our army camp! We're all brave men!”
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That's what he said. He is a valiant man, but is there any appeal Although the City Daoist Academy doesn't have many famous senior sisters, it is said that there are many beautiful female cultivators in the County Daoist Academy.
Although I've already firmly rejected these people in my heart, on the surface I enthusiastically prevaricated: "The county exam is still a long way off, so we'll make a decision then."
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Today's trip to the City Guard camp was incredibly rewarding. Having made an appointment with Zhao Lang to seek further guidance when he was free, Jiang Wang left with Tang Dun.
The soldiers dispersed one after another. Zhao Lang paused for a moment before seeing Wei Yan walk over with his sword drawn.
“All appearance and no substance,” he scoffed.
Zhao Lang smiled wryly: "If I could break through as easily as you, I wouldn't waste so much time on these things. I spent so much effort in the Xiao Zhoutian, yet it still wasn't perfect. After finally completing the Da Zhoutian cycle, progress was slow, and I couldn't see any sign of the Heavenly Gate. The army needs combat power so badly, how can I not ponder over Dao techniques"
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He spoke simply and with a flat expression.
However, how much sweat would it take to reach his level of mastery in almost all common low-level spells
Now, he could stand proudly as the deputy commander of the Maple Forest City Garrison, standing beside Wei Yan, calmly accepting the respect of his subordinates.
The crossing is not just the distance between an ordinary person and a genius.
...what is paid, is not something that ordinary people can imagine how difficult it is.
The entire Fenglin City garrison consisted of one commander, two deputy commanders, and five lieutenants. These eight people were the high-ranking officials in the army, including Wei Yan and Zhao Lang.
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You are thinking too much about others and not enough about yourself.
"Don't talk about me." Zhao Lang changed the subject. "What about you You've already opened the Heavenly Gate, when are you going to Jiujang"
Wei Yan's face fell: "The order has not been approved."
Zhao Lang, of course, knew the reason behind this, so he didn't ask why. Instead, he patted his shoulder: "You no longer need to go to that place to prove yourself. In fact, your career path is broader in Bai Yu Army, and it's right here in the capital. You are not inferior to Zhu Wei. Who knows, maybe one day you will be noticed by General Huafu."
"Heh. As long as I can't spread my wings and fly, as long as I can't break free from this confinement, I will never surpass Zhu Wei."
Zhao Lang noticed that Wei Yan's knuckles were white from gripping the knife too tightly.
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He always thought he was right and never considered other people's feelings. If it weren't for my mother..." Wei Yan stopped there.
Zhao Lang fell silent for a moment, waiting for himself to adjust his emotions before saying, “Or maybe he cares about you very much, but just doesn't know how to express it.”
“Hmph,” Wei Yan sneered, “You don’t understand him at all. You don’t understand me either.”
Zhao Lang was silent.
“Do you think he's atoning for his sins Do you think he feels guilty You're too naive!” Wei Yan walked away with the blade still in his hand.
Zhao Lang watched his back and didn't follow him.
As the cloud cranes flew gracefully, one of them had a white, round jade stone in its mouth.
Jiang An'an grabbed it, and the yunhe transformed into a piece of paper. The jade stone lay in her palm.
"Here!" Jiang An'an held up the jade with one hand, partially covering her eyes while extending a piece of paper to Jiang Wang with her other: "An'an didn't peek."
Jiang Wang poked her nose playfully: "You little rascal."
Unfold the letter.
Friend Jiang:
Who can be without doubts A teacher who claims to have mastered the path dares not call themselves such. The path is long, and even Qing Yu is a person trapped within doubts.
Please give my regards to your younger sister. I send a jade stone inscribed with the image of a crane, hoping for a reply from her.
Also, I don't know where Fengxia is.
——Cloudy blue rain on the clouds.
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"This jade stone is how your sister writes to you." Jiang Wang looked over the letter, took the white portrait stone, poured a Dao Yuan into it, and then returned it to An An.
“Now when you speak to it, your appearance and voice will be recorded and seen by the master of Yunhe.”
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"Really" Jiang Anan's eyes widened.
A white light curtain suddenly popped out from the stone, and a beautiful little girl with wide eyes appeared on it: “Really”
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It perfectly replicated Jiang An'an's appearance.
"Isn't that amazing"
After a while—“That’s amazing, isn’t it”
"Let's start taking pictures now, AnAn. Speak politely." Jiang Wang reminded from the side.
"Let's start taking pictures now, AnAn. Please speak properly."
The Shadow Stone echoed back with an identical voice, causing Jiang An'an to giggle uncontrollably.
After laughing, she lifted her chin and thought seriously for a moment before addressing the stone tablet: "Sister, can you speak to me with this stone An An wants to see what you look like!"
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After finishing, she handed the keepsake stone to Jiang Wang.
Not until Jiang Wang closed the Relics Stone did the white light curtain disappear. She then whispered, “I’m...done...talking...”
Jiang Wang's smile suddenly vanished: "When you're done, go write your homework. I knew you were just trying to take advantage of the situation and slack off!"
After chasing away AnAn, he pondered for a moment and picked up his brush to write a reply on the cloud-like paper:
Greetings, fellow cultivator:
Fenglin City is my hometown, and the maple forest outside the city is very beautiful.
Every autumn, maple leaves are ablaze with brilliant hues. Words fail to capture their splendor, and thoughts struggle to express the beauty of this season.
Fellow cultivator, you reside in the Cloud Nation, while I dwell in the Maplewood City.
Under the maple tree is the meaning.
With this letter, I am returning your jade portrait. My younger sister is young and naive, please do not blame her.
——Maple-Xia Jiang.et sinking into the heavy snow.The frail Qin An was caught off guard and blown over by the strong wind.Two relieving sentries saw them come out, exchanged knowing smiles with each other, and extinguis...