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Chapter 357 - 155: Transmitting the Dharma and Giving Treasures, Twenty-Four Generals_3

Chapter 357: Chapter 155: Transmitting the Dharma and Giving Treasures, Twenty-Four Generals_3

Then came an intense, dizzying sensation, like trying to do math while suffering from motion sickness. The physical discomfort made Li Guanyi’s vision go black as he leaned against the wall, and it took him a while to slowly recover.

"It seems that the power of the Primordial Spirit also has its limits, just like muscles,"

"Push muscles too hard, and you’ll feel unbearably sore; push your spirit too hard, and you’ll feel nauseous enough to vomit."

Li Guanyi sat down on the ground, taking a while to recover his senses. With a thought, the Shaoyang Sword flew into his sleeve, nestling quietly against his wrist guard, emanating only a faint warmth. Suddenly, Li Guanyi felt a soft buzzing—it was the Ghost Market token.

This indicated that the Netherworld Ghost Market’s token for esteemed guests was displaying twisted characters.

The things Li Guanyi asked to be looked into were now completed.

Li Guanyi, seeing that it was not too late, heard that the Imperial Palace was hosting a banquet. He changed his clothes, donned a mask, and went to the Ghost Market to handle the delivery of his commission, no longer needing to go through the Marquis Bu Ye, but rather to fetch it himself.

Li Guanyi arrived in front of a wall and saw a box marked with his own trace placed there.

The voice from the other side of the wall was hoarse.

"Thirty taels of gold."

A twitch ran through the corner of Li Guanyi’s eye.

He reached into his bosom and took out the gold left behind after killing Chen Yuyun, which was just about enough. The Mystic Turtle had scrambled its aura, and since it was just ordinary gold, it could be used. Other items, like the hand crossbow, were handed over to Breaking Army for disposal.

Thank you, Chen Yuyun.

Although you were very annoying while alive.

You really do make a decent person in death.

Li Guanyi thought to himself.

Disposing of loot in the Ghost Market was also a common affair; no questions were asked about the origin, just about the transaction. Soon, the box was in Li Guanyi’s hands. He left the Ghost Market carefully, allowed the Mystic Turtle to perch on his shoulder, and didn’t open the box again until he was back at the Xue Family.

Inside were just a few sheets of paper, causing Li Guanyi’s heart to ache again.

This paper was worth more than gold.

On the white paper were the whereabouts of the generals he had written down. Li Guanyi quickly skimmed through, his gaze falling on two figures mixed in there, both belonging to the Taiping Duke’s ranks. The thirty taels of gold were at least well spent, as there were even portraits included.

Li Guanyi saw a big man from the north, burly in stature.

With hair standing on end and eyes like fierce beasts, his formidable physique was intimidating.

"Yan Xuanji, a man from outside the northern borders, rampaged across the lands twenty years ago as a formidable guest. Wielding a Mixed Iron Vajra Long Stick, he could split open mountains and shatter rocks, possessing the strength of tiger bones, leopard skins, and mad bulls. Among the greatest physiques throughout history, he ranked second. The Taiping Duke endured twenty of his punches without taking a step back, became thoroughly convinced, and took him under his command,"

"As a Fierce General under the Taiping Duke, he never retreated in face of mountains of corpses and seas of blood,"

"Having survived thirty-six wounds, he cast off his armor to fight hand-to-hand, shouting with the thrill of battle. With one punch, he stopped a charging Iron Futu, lifted city gates, turned the tide of battle. Upon the Taiping Duke’s death, he wept bitterly, hung up his seal, and disappeared into the Martial World of the Central Plains. He took off the Divine General List, became a monk under the Buddhist Sect’s Master Wu Yin,"

"Taking the Dharma name Zhi Ge, afterwards he vanished without a trace."

The other was a middle-aged man with a cold demeanor, eyes like a hawk.

"Bow Cavalry Commander Wang Shunchen, under the Taiping Duke."

"Once guarded a city alone, firing three thousand arrows in a single day, killing two thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven men, halting the enemy’s charge. When the Qiang staged a rebellion, camped in the mountains outside the city, Shunchen stood atop the city wall with his bow, his arrows pierced the sky, embedding deeply into the mountain rock, even capable of passing through the rock to kill a man."

"The bandits were terrified, hailing him as the Divine Shooter General."

"The rebellion was thus quelled."

"He was the Taiping Duke’s number one Divine Shooter."

"The Taiping Duke is dead, so he took his bow, shot three arrows at the city gate, and left in plain clothes with his bow. Even with a thousand soldiers in front, no one dared to block him."

"Later, he entered the Daqi Village of the Western Regions."

"He drank daily, immersed in the song and dance of beauties."

"This lasted ten years."

"Never again did he grasp a bow."

"Envoy from the Qiang came to pay respects, trembling with fear. After leaving, he gasped for air and exclaimed, ’Is the Divine Shooter General dead? No, it’s his heart that has died.’

Li Guanyi looked at the records of these two men, at their sorrow and anger, and let out a sigh:

"Both the fierce general who carried the great banner and the commander of the bow cavalry."

He recorded both of them down.

...

At this moment, in the Imperial Palace of Chen Country, the banquet had ended. Ji Yanzhong returned to his lodging, and the attendants withdrew. He stood alone, sober yet sad. He sighed, paced back in the moonlight, walked to the side of the sword box, and laid a hand on the Chi Xiao Sword.

"Chi Xiao, oh Chi Xiao..."

"Can you truly find a new master?"

He spoke softly. It wasn’t his first visit to Chen Country. The last time he had come, he had met a young and brash martial artist, saw his bravery, and passed on some Red Dragon Energy to him. Only recently did he learn that the young man had become a famous general who had betrayed Chen Country.

How times have changed.

Ji Yanzhong mocked himself with a smile, "Even if Chi Xiao were elsewhere, could it truly find an enlightened ruler? Is our Emperor of the Central Plains, nurtured from a young age, truly inferior to an outsider?!"

"Si Wei, the madman, a mere commoner!"

"People from the royal family are even more dull-witted! Dull-witted!"

"Without the slightest sense of purpose."

He still possessed the pride and dignity of the Imperial Family, along with a sense of desolation that came with watching familiar things fall apart. At that moment, the Chi Xiao Sword suddenly emitted a stream of light. As the man who had grown up with the sword, Ji Yanzhong was astonished.

He suddenly saw a glimmer of light reflecting from Chi Xiao.

It seemed to have a figure within.

The appearance was blurry, and the voice indistinct.

But he distinctly heard the voice saying, "The Emperor’s Sword is meant to be the edge for the border city, the cutting edge for the mountains and rivers, the backbone for Ying Country... formed by the Five Elements, governed by Crime and Virtue; opened with Yin Yang, wielded with Spring and Autumn, and operated in Autumn and Winter."

"This sword, unmatched in its directness, supreme in its lifting, incomparable in its sheathing, and unparalleled in its movements. It parts the floating clouds above and cuts through the earth’s records below."

"Once this sword is wielded, it will rectify the nobles, and the world will submit!"

The voice was ethereal.

It struck his ears like a heavy hammer hitting empty space!

Yet Ji Yanzhong’s face slowly froze.

?!!!

The Emperor’s Sword?!