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Chapter 510 - 23: Sword Madman Draws His Sword, The Strategist Offers a Plan, Martial World and Temples!_3

Chapter 510: Chapter 23: Sword Madman Draws His Sword, The Strategist Offers a Plan, Martial World and Temples!_3

"Isn’t that the role of a strategist?"

Murong Longtu replied indifferently, "You needn’t say it, I would protect Guan Yi regardless. Your reasoning only hopes that I do not intervene in this battle, hoping that he can defeat the general of the Yuwen Family fair and square."

Even when facing the foremost Grandmaster in the world, Pang Shuiyun still spoke calmly:

"Since ancient times, all famous generals have been thus!"

"The Young Master is a hero who lashes out at the world, not meant to be a decorative sword."

Murong Longtu was not difficult to communicate with; facing the old man’s reply, he merely smiled and said, "You are very good to Guan Yi, old man, I promise you. But afterwards, Guan Yi must travel the Martial World with me for at least a year."

Pang Shuiyun breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It should be so, becoming famous throughout the world, letting the world know the name of my Young Master; then he should sheath the Sword amidst momentum, consolidate strength, and wait for the opportune moment to come, to astonish the world anew."

"This is indeed the most direct and simple way for a famous general to make his name."

Sima grumbled with a smirk, "Indeed a typical trick from a Zongheng School born fellow, crafty."

Pang Shuiyun ignored the renowned Grandmaster.

Sword Madman said with a laugh, "Good, during this year then, let my child and I traverse the Martial World once again."

To traverse the Martial World again?

Sima’s body stiffened slightly.

?

Old Siming had lived for a very long time, and he understood the meaning of Sword Madman’s words.

He looked up at Murong Longtu, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Those four, were they just appetizers?

Where do you want to go?

Where in the Martial World could let you tread under heaven again?

This question did not need to be asked.

Sima already knew—

[Academy].

......

Li Guanyi was unaware of the conversation between his strategist and the green-robed old man. He merely slowed his steps, arriving at the location he had agreed upon with Ji Yanzhong. In fact, for safety, this place was originally the [Flowing Wind Returning Snow Pavilion].

Li Guanyi, dressed in a simple Taoist robe and carrying a sword, approached.

Upon seeing the young man, the administrator of [Flowing Wind Returning Snow Pavilion], subconsciously wanted to bow; Li Guanyi gestured with his hand, and the woman stopped her action, then led Li Guanyi to the appointed place—the highest standard quiet room of [Flowing Wind Returning Snow Pavilion], where Ji Yanzhong was looking at a painting.

On the table was a Sword Box, inside it, undoubtedly, lay the Chi Xiao Sword.

Li Guanyi thought to himself.

The day had still come.

He had leveraged Ji Yanzhong’s influence, mobilized the Great General, and thereby, Pang Shuiyun had been able to persuade the other two generals. It can be said, this strategy revolved around Ji Yanzhong and the Chi Xiao Sword; given Ji Yanzhong’s character, he probably wanted Li Guanyi to go to Central State.

The young man entered, exchanging pleasantries with Ji Yanzhong for a long time.

This generous elder looked at Li Guanyi, admiration and approval in his eyes. The youth was valiant, watched by him all along, the Grand Ritual martial contest, the turmoil at Chen Country’s Grand Ritual, Guan Yi City, and now the affair at Zhenbei City—he had traveled the world for a long time but had yet seen no greater hero.

Thinking of such a demeanor in a fifteen-year-old youth.

Then that Emperor of Central State, in his years of standing, became more irritating to the eyes.

Ji Yanzhong casually chatted with Li Guanyi for a while. The young man did not delve into substantive matters, provoking Ji Yanzhong to sigh and gently smile as he asked, "Guan Yi, where do you intend to go next? Have you made any plans?"

Li Guanyi looked at Ji Yanzhong and said earnestly:

"Imperial Uncle Ji, I am unable to accompany you to Central State."

The young man chose a direct approach to reveal his thoughts, ever so candidly.

For a moment, Ji Yanzhong found himself at a loss for words. He fell silent for a long time before saying, "Do you know the dangers you currently face? The Yuwen Family, Zhenbei City, and many others in the Martial World think you are highly desirable."

Li Guanyi said, "Going to Central State, they would think the same."

Ji Yanzhong said, "In Central State, there could be many who support you, marrying a princess of Central State would make you a marquis. The princesses of our Imperial Family in Central State are exceptionally beautiful and gentle..."

Bang!

A noise suddenly came from the window.

Ji Yanzhong paused, then saw the window suddenly rattle, and the youth laughed before quickly standing up and opening the window. A silver-haired girl stood quietly on the green tiles, looking at him.

The youth smiled and reached out his hand to let Shaking Light jump in.

The silver-haired girl sat down next to him, holding pastries and nibbling quietly.

Li Guanyi pointed at Shaking Light and said with a smile, "This is my... ah, good friend."

The generous elder looked at the silver-haired girl, speechless for a moment.

Li Guanyi bowed slightly towards Ji Yanzhong and said with a carefree laugh:

"Since ancient times, those who took princesses as wives, how many had a good end? Besides..."

Li Guanyi’s voice grew quietly serious, "The Great Emperor of Central State himself is heavily constrained and cannot act freely, how could I? A junior entering Central State would likely get trapped in a vortex, unable to move freely."

"In such a constrained place, even a tiger would become stifled into a cat."

"What’s more, I am but an ordinary fifteen-year-old boy?"

"Meeting me today, Imperial Uncle Ji, you surely do not wish for me to become a politician, right?"

Though Li Guanyi spoke politely, his words were sharp as a knife.

The generous elder sighed deeply, seemingly melancholic, as he stretched out his hand to touch the Sword Box, his expression tinged with hidden sorrow, he sighed deeply, "I know that Central State, although splendid, looks up only to see the confined skies. In such a place, even if one has the spirit and ambition, it all gets gradually worn down."