le to survive in the cracks between those terrifying older siblings and even stretching a hand out to the Jiang family. Jiang Wuyang is not without his abilities, either.However, he misjudged the ext..."Popularity", is a term that sounds familiar, but it's difficult to put into practice, making it somewhat vague and ethereal.

But it truly exists.

When the Emperor Qi asked his people about the country's well-being, Jiang Wu Xie said: "The national spirit and vitality are depleted. In terms of the country's system, the national spirit is even more the source of official energy. This constant warfare between nations stems from the fundamental act of capturing and enslaving people."

The previous sentence discussed the influence of human energy, as spiritual energy, on the primordial energy of heaven and earth. The following sentence discusses the connection between human energy and the national system.

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The shrine of Marquis Jiufan is just a place with no popularity.

Although it was enshrined in the Hall of National Protection and often visited by people who came to sweep and tidy, it still seemed deserted.

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Jiang Wang walked into the ancestral hall.

It is still morning.

Most parts of Linzi City were already bustling.

Only here, solemn and peaceful.

The slightly cool morning light streamed in from somewhere.

There was a figure standing with its back to Jiang Wang, bathed in the morning light.

This is a familiar person.

Perhaps hearing the footsteps, he slowly turned his head and looked at Jiang Wang.

Seeing Jiang Wang, he didn't seem surprised. He just turned his head back, inserted the Tianyi Xiang in his hand into the incense burner, and then turned completely around to face Jiang Wang.

"Long time no see, Jiang Qingyang," he said.

The scent of Heavenly Will is green, like the curtain of blue sky.

A faint wisp of smoke, barely visible but undeniably present, rose gently behind him.

Smoke billowed over him, swirling around the imposing statue of the First Nine Returns Marquis—

This is a life-size statue, about eight feet tall. Its figure is not particularly strong. The statue is wearing an upper garment, and there are countless wounds on its body. It is said to be so because it is also wearing half a purple robe.

...When Jiu Fan Hou fought nine times and returned nine times, he died from exhaustion. Emperor Wu took off his robe and draped it over his corpse.

To enshrine a statue like this is probably to commemorate the event.

And being able to pass unimpeded, arriving at the Taimiao Guogong Hall and offering sacrifices to Lord Jiu Fan here, could only be Zhang Yong, the only blood relative of Fengxian Zhang Shi.

Or, it is very possible that it was not Zhang Yong.

Jiang Wang subconsciously thought of Chong Xuan Sheng's reminder yesterday: "You might have trouble."

On guard in my heart, but showing nothing on my face: "It's been a while."

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Since the battle at Mount Yunchu, they had not seen each other again. Even if they happened to meet, they would only glance at each other briefly.

After emerging from the Tianfu Secret Realm together, he grew increasingly close to Xu Xiangqian and Li Longchuan. However, after several encounters with Zhang Yong, their relationship became distant.

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“Come pay respects to my Zhang ancestors” Zhang Yong said softly, “You’re kind.”

As he spoke, he moved aside to let Jiang Wang take his place at the altar.

Of course Jiu Fan Hou was a hero. Jiang Wangqi came to pay his respects, intending to offer incense as well.

Without saying much, he walked to the altar and took three incense sticks of heaven's will. He lit them all at once, respectfully performed a ritualistic bow, and then inserted the incense sticks into the incense burner.

I bowed once more.

Zhang Yong stood by the side, waiting for Jiang Wang to finish his routine before asking, "Why can you be so nonchalant You don't know him, and you aren't from Qi. The current Phoenix Immortal Zhang clan can't possibly benefit you… how can you be so serious"

At this moment, Zhang Yong was unlike any other Zhang Yong that Jiang Wang had ever seen.

Before entering the Tiangfu Secret Realm, Zhang Yong was brave but also carried a hint of naivety and timidity.

After venturing out of the Tianfu Secret Realm, Zhang Yong became more reserved and introspective, but also noticeably more confident.

At that time, Zhang Yong, who was following the Eleventh Prince Jiang Wuqian on Yunwu Mountain, was eager to make a name for himself and achieve great things. His eyes were full of ambition.

This is a complete depiction of personal growth.

While Zhang Yong, whose eyes pleaded in the overlapping layers of "Dao Techniques: Solitary Tree" and "Dao Techniques: Sea of Flowers," was complex and mysterious.

But no matter which Zhang Yong, wouldn't be like today, so much to say. So proactively speaking.

“Why don’t you speak” he asked again.

“I don't think your question is a problem. Do we have to force everything in the world to have a 'why'” Jiang Wang said, “Nine Returns Hou is a respectable person, so I respect him. That's all there is to it.”

"You're very sincere, really, you're very sincere," Zhang Yong looked at Jiang Wang, then turned her head to look at the statue of Jiubanhou.

He sighed: "Unfortunately, I can't do that."

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Jiang Wang retreated silently, "So"

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Zhang Yong seemed to suddenly come to his senses and comforted, "You don't have to be nervous, we are not enemies. I personally have no hatred for you. And..."

He smiled. "I'm not your opponent, am I"

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Of course, Jiang Wang wouldn't relax his vigilance because of his words. He kept his hand on the hilt of his sword: "Who are you"

"You could ask me this a thousand times, a million times, and my answer would always be the same." He lowered his gaze slightly and said, "I am a descendant of the Jiubǎnhóu, the only surviving bloodline of the Fèngxiān Zhāng family, Zhang Yǒng."

“That’s strange.” Jiang Wang stared at him. “I find it strange now. Back when we were on Yunwu Mountain, I chose to remain silent and didn't expose your doubts. And for so long, I haven't thought about this again.”

Zhang Yong chuckled: "There's nothing strange about that. You are inherently kind and know how to empathize and sympathize. The you from Yunwu Mountain simply succumbed to your nature."

"Were you under my spell then" Jiang Wang asked.

"Jiang Qingyang, that doesn't matter," Zhang Yong said. "What matters is that you are kind."

Jiang Wang thought for a moment, then slowly drew his long sword. The beautiful blade of Chang Xi was, in the morning light, even clearer than the sunlight itself.

"I think it was just because..." he said. "At that time, I hadn't made any plans to settle in Qi, and I wasn't a blue-badge captain yet."

Zhang Yong was still smiling, he smiled and asked Jiang Wang: "Duty calls"

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"Then what about compassion" he pressed. "What about your kindness, your empathy, your pity"

Jiang Wangping looked at him calmly: "My compassion will not be given to assassins, nor to those who scheme and cower in the shadows."

After Mount Yungu, Zhang Yong would always walk around Jiang Wang, never wanting to meet him face-to-face.

Such a person, would expose himself today, his words no longer veiled. Jiang Wang could only think of one reason: he had already completely lost control.

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Why did he suddenly become unable to hide

The only thing Jiang Wang could think of was the case of Cui Zhu's assassination of the lord.

There must be some kind of relationship between Zhang Yong and Cui Zhu!

"Well," Zhang Yong sighed with a smile, "There are so many smart people in this world. You just let slip a single hair, and they can dig up eighteen generations of your ancestors..."

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He suddenly looked up and took a step forward. "Come on, take me!"uzhi Cave. The most elite warriors of the Qihuo clan reside here.The location of the Wuzhi Di Ku, is about twenty miles away from the Fire Temple."The tribe needs a strong leader to hold the fort, and...