Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 1149 - 1149 50 Marshal Meng Joins the Army 6 Wishing

Chapter 1149: Chapter 50 Marshal Meng Joins the Army 6 [Wishing Everyone Happiness] Chapter 1149: Chapter 50 Marshal Meng Joins the Army 6 [Wishing Everyone Happiness] Qing Ming, the Great Lord, said indifferently, “His Majesty the Emperor is busy with military and national affairs. Why bother him?”

“Yes, the Great Lord is thorough in his considerations.”

…

The next day.

After lunch, Meng Fang followed Shi Hongzhen to the Dark Division. This was the first time Meng Fang had the chance to meet Bu Changkong, the head of the Dark Division.

This also proved that Meng Fang had officially made a name for himself among the high ranks of the Qin country.

Bu Changkong too was of a military background and naturally had a very good impression of Meng Fang. He took this meeting as an opportunity to gauge Meng Fang’s soul strength—yes, and also to file a record for Meng Fang in the Dark Division, while dispersing Meng Fang’s relevant information throughout the entire Dark Division and Heavenly Clothes.

From then on, Meng Fang would receive the full support and help of the Dark Division and Heavenly Clothes in any situation.

Yes, in any situation!

Even if it meant sacrificing themselves, they would gladly do so, one after another!

All because Meng Fang’s status had reached such a level.

However, Bu Changkong, after repeatedly observing Meng Fang’s soul, and even activating the long-unused Heavenly Soul Realm of the Dark Division, still did not find anything unusual.

Taking into account Meng Fang’s superficial cultivation, a conclusion was reached—Meng Fang was definitely not a reincarnation of an ancestor from Great Qin. Well, it should be said he wasn’t the reincarnation of anyone, nor was he the external embodiment of a strong person’s experiences in the mortal world.

Bu Changkong made the final judgment: “No.”

Hearing this conclusion, Shi Hongzhen felt somewhat disappointed.

Before they came, the Qin Emperor had once said: if there was another person who could strengthen the country’s destiny with their own power, connected to the royal destiny, it would be Doctor Feng.

That is the world’s top assassin from eight years ago, Gentle.

He still has a plaque with the words “As if I were personally present,” directly related to the fortunes of Great Qin, sharing its fate.

In other words, whatever Doctor Feng did was tantamount to the Emperor doing it, and Doctor Feng had benefited countless people, creating endless good karma. It was not that everyone desired him, but at least few would speak ill of Doctor Feng. Such popularity naturally greatly added to the foundation of Great Qin.

And Doctor Feng had been withdrawn from the mortal world for years. According to what Qing Ming, the Great Lord, had said, Doctor Feng’s cultivation had progressed at a miraculous pace—Wan Li in a day—placing him among the pinnacle of this world.

The Qin Emperor couldn’t help but wonder if this Meng Fang could be Doctor Feng’s incarnation going through trials.

For this guess, the Qin Emperor was very hopeful, truly eager from the bottom of his heart.

Although the age discrepancy couldn’t be more apparent, Doctor Feng had a mysterious origin, and his lineage was even more mysterious. What if his sect had some method of integrating dual souls, one for Doctor Feng and the other for Meng Fang, lying dormant and being shaped by the mortal world?

According to the timeline, isn’t it that after Doctor Feng withdrew from the world, Meng Fang rose abruptly, making a name for himself?

Now, Bu Changkong had denied this possibility, and Shi Hongzhen, who understood the Emperor’s heart, could quite imagine His Majesty’s disappointment and loss.

“The Great Lord is inside.”

Bu Changkong also felt disappointed because he shared the same hope as the Qin Emperor.

And now this hope had been dashed.

Although Meng Fang was remarkable, a prodigy seen but once in hundreds of years, he could not compare to Doctor Feng after all. If the two were the same person, it would naturally be an added blessing, but now that it was confirmed there was no connection, their hopes vanished and disappointment naturally followed.

Sensing this, Meng Fang was puzzled as to why the head of the Dark Guards seemed so enthusiastic and even respectful when he first saw him, but now seemed to have lost interest, his warmth gone…

But Meng Fang had an open nature, with the innocence of a child still present; he truly didn’t take it to heart.

“The ways of the highly skilled are always eccentric. With my shallow cultivation and humble background as a country villager, it’s reasonable that communication with them is challenging.”

Understanding.

…

Qing Ming, the Great Lord, watched Meng Fang with a gleam in his eyes, revealing a very interesting and thought-provoking look.

“General Meng is truly accomplished for his youth, not yet of the age of ‘established,’ I presume?”

“The Great Lord flatters me. Meng Fang is indeed not yet thirty.”

“May I ask, General Meng, where does your great ambition lie?”

Meng Fang pondered for a moment, then said, “To live a good life.”

Qing Ming, the Great Lord, was taken aback, “Live a good life?”

“Yes, I wish for nothing more than a devoted partner, never to part until white-haired; peace and smoothness in life, not seeking wealth or grandeur, just hoping to stay together for life, without illness or disaster, living a simple life—that’s the true beauty of life, what one dreams of.”

Meng Fang answered earnestly, word by word, without missing a beat.

Qing Ming, the Great Lord, was just dumbfounded, “Is that it?”

To someone like him, who had cultivated for years and lived for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, Meng Fang’s perspective on life, or rather, his meaning and vision for existence, seemed too… shallow?

“Just that, living in the moment, seizing the present.”

“And yet you have conquered cities and built a myriad of achievements, risen to the rank of general…”

Qing Ming, the Great Lord, had truly not expected that a casual question of his would result in such an unusual response.

“All of this comes from the heart, and is also… out of necessity.”

Meng Fang sighed and said, “I come from a remote village, a simple country man. Even my enlistment was due to being framed. If I had a choice, why would I take the path of no return in joining the army? But on the battlefield, if I did not kill, I would be killed; I fought with all my might in order to survive and hope for a reunion with my wife and children. Winning battles not only meant survival but also led to promotions, and with each promotion came more dangerous battles, necessitating even greater effort… Step by step, I have reached the high rank of a general, and when I think about it, it all seems like a huge dream.”