Peace Order

Chapter 1815 - 84: The Most Difficult Situation—Striving to Be Myself!

Prince Qin remained silent for a long time.

Then he reached out and grasped the Jiuli Divine Weapon.

His fingers slowly caressed the dark golden blade, feeling a cold sharp sensation. He then wielded the weapon, his brow serene. The Fire Qilin realized and said, "...you have yet to surpass Guan Yi, you still need to go..."

The voice of the Fire Qilin lowered: "To stop Jiang Su?"

Li Guanyi softly responded, "If I don’t go, then who can?"

"I borrowed the Nine Provinces Tripod, and within a mere ten years, my martial arts soared, yet it’s also a path I’ve walked myself, battling on all sides, encountering countless powerful foes. The things a man must do have never changed."

Chang Ning’er curiously gazed at the nearby Fire Qilin, reaching out constantly trying to pet it, shouting cutely, "Big kitty, big kitty."

In her world.

Though it curbed its form, compared to itself, the Qilin was indeed like a big kitty. Yet the Fire Qilin wasn’t willing to be petted by this little girl, skillfully dodging her palm.

Li Guanyi cradled Chang Ning’er in his left arm, holding the Jiuli Divine Weapon’s metal with his right hand, strolling as he walked. Miss Xue stood under the tree, her eyes revealing slight ripples of pain upon seeing Li Guanyi.

"Miss, please take care of Ning’er for now."

Li Guanyi handed Chang Ning’er to Xue Shuangtao’s embrace, gripping the weapon. Xue Shuangtao said nothing, simply holding the child. Chang Ning’er was bold, not rejecting being held by this beautiful older sister, merely asking curiously: "Where is foster father going?!"

Li Guanyi reached out and tousled the little girl’s hair.

Chang Ning’er enjoyed it seemingly, squinting her eyes and rubbing her head against his palm.

Li Guanyi replied, "I’m going to find your father."

Chang Ning’er’s eyes brightened instantly, saying: "Foster father is amazing!"

Li Guanyi laughed heartily, clutching the Jiuli Divine Weapon’s metal in hand. The Nine Provinces Tripod couldn’t assist him, couldn’t let him face the First Divine General of the martial arts legend level, nor face Jiang Su entangled with the Qi Fortune of a nation, moving forward on this foundational step.

However, whether can or cannot, and choosing to do or not do, are two separate matters.

Without the assistance of the Nine Provinces Tripod, he was still Li Guanyi.

Indeed.

Prince Qin!

Li Guanyi strode forth boldly, calmly serene.

The sleeve robes’ Qilin Pattern billowed, and as he calmly walked forth to confront death, a slight fissure appeared in that unshakable pass, the fissure of martial arts legend, slowly expanding.

Only when you need no external force, are you truly yourself.

Only then can you truly have the caliber to handle such existence.

Yue Qianfeng, Yue Pengwu, and others were silently waiting. Seeing Prince Qin step forth, sensing the fierce aura emanating from him, everyone quieted down. Li Guanyi spoke: "Mobilize the troops, I ask General Yue to accompany me to Zhenbei City, to confront Jiang Su together."

"The rest of you, lead the army via the waterway, return to aid Jiangnan."

"The world is vast, until this moment, we..."

Prince Qin said:

"Not a step back!"

The generals’ gazes turned calm, unanimously responding.

"Understood!"

The Qilin Army quickly reacted, striving with all efforts to intercept the two. At this time, abandoning Jiang Su and Jiang Wanxiang, directly splitting through the middle into Ying Country’s strategy was no longer effective.

The lord has stepped forward; this is a melee of swords against one another.

Both sides resolved to fight relentlessly.

Ying Country’s Great Emperor, just as he and Gongyang Suwang had said, gathered the old great powers, those noble families’ heritage, and renowned generals like stones swept within waves, surged grandly, rushing towards Jiangnan.

Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, and Qin Yulong were beside him.

The Great Emperor of Ying Country showed a clear strategy, completely unguarded.

Yet it was so blatantly straightforward, leaving no room for maneuver, using all of the old empire’s might to rush down, determined to use Prince Qin’s strength to tear apart the old shackles.

Also borrowing from the old empire, all those families, that dross, those eight hundred years of glorious empire, from its back side, its twisted shadowed parts, to break Prince Qin’s sharp sword!

He intended to smash the old affairs, opening the future Golden Age as an ambitious ruler, yet he also craved victory, showing no willingness to give away triumph, being nonetheless a loving father.

He wished with one battle, to crush both Prince Qin and the old powers.

Leaving the shining future of peace for his child.

What do they want to do?

He thought.

They wished to crush the flame of the new era, using the heritage of the old era’s eight hundred years to transform into an angry dragon, then use such a Dragon Roar, this force of the soon dying ancient dragon, to kill the yet completely awakened Qilin.

Vile, valiant, unscrupulous, ugly, yet courageous and fierce.

For victory!

This is the rule of the court and battlefield.

Thus is the grandeur of emperors and ministers over eight hundred years.

It is vast grandeur, choosing the most likely time and way to achieve victory, these eight hundred years of grand court, this might of successive rulers, from monarchs, to officials, noble families, court scenes, battlefields, these honorable gentlemen, this boundless grandeur, heroic and majestic.

Like waves, like thunder, like eight hundred years of past people’s hearts’ desire, turbid and grand, who could match, thus boldly and majestically rushing forth, facing ahead, so the heroes of this world contend, the grandeur of this world, the majesty of emperors.

Yet here’s a change before the eight hundred years’ honored court in grandeur:

Someone blocks the way.

Clad in a fierce green robe, harboring martial world’s delight.

Finally, the martial world intercepts the imperial aura!

There lies One Sword.

From Jiangnan.