Chapter Fourteen: Convergence Above the World

he border between Yangrong and the two countries seemed calm.The common people mostly only worry about their three meals a day and don't care much about the affairs of the world.On the second floor of...Jiang Sange went out, drinking with his friends.

Yuwen Tuo didn't leave. It wasn't because Zhao Rucheng trusted him. It was because Zhao Rucheng was worried about being left alone and kicked out of Yiyang Palace, so he dragged Yuwen Tuo down to wait with him.

This whole waiting thing lasted an entire night.

The wine in Yiyuan Palace, of course, was the best batch from the grasslands.

The two people drinking were both deliberately not using a toasting cup to wake up the spirits.

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At the third watch of the night, Yuwen Du was already drunk and passed out on the table, crying and laughing at the same time. He slept soundly.

Zhao Rucheng drank alone until dawn.

There is hardly any wine in the world that could make a god drunk, but if one desires to be drunk, no matter how high their cultivation level, they cannot guarantee sobriety.

Zhao Ruzheng was a very intelligent person, and precisely because he was intelligent, he could see clearly—He Lian Yunyun this time was not just being stubborn, or simply making a fuss out of it, but was truly determined.

How could he not know, Big Brother's methods didn't work

It's just like trying to save a dead horse by treating it, grasping at a single straw for someone drowning.

In the arena of Canglang, demanding hospitality from Yiyang Palace is a persistent and tenacious tactic.

Helen had given enough face, but also no opportunity.

He didn't want to dwell on it, but he really couldn't give up.

Let the intoxication flow into every drop of blood, and let the divine and the mundane be obscured.

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Humans suffer because of reality, but they are skilled at deceiving themselves with alcohol—believing that pain comes from being sober.

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When he went to fetch more wine in a daze, the wine jug was pressed down.

A familiar voice rang in his ears: "Who are you showing your drunkenness to"

He saw Helen with blurry vision, hazy and indistinct. In his drunken state, he just chuckled softly: "Helen, you're here"

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Helan Yunyun's true existence.

She had been helping the Grand Emperor with his government affairs—she and her brother, Emperor Zhaotu, had begun sharing state duties a long time ago—and was only just now returning to the palace. She didn't feel that she had intentionally avoided anyone.

The hall is wide and silent, the air thick with the scent of wine.

A vase of yi-che flowers was stuck in the corner of the table. Someone had done a good deed, for the roots grew together with the wooden table as if by magic. The petals were vibrant and full of life.

...so naive...

Huo Lianyun's gaze lingered on the flowers one last time before returning to Zhao Ruocheng.

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All say that beauty is best seen in the lamplight.

Actually, it is even more beautiful in the soft morning light.

At this time, the window was half open, and the palace hall was silent. The faint light that quietly crept in danced on the long eyelashes of the man. His peach blossom-like eyes were between opening and closing, making his overflowing, watery affection seem to appear and disappear.

The man was half-lying on the table, his handsome features bathed in light and glowing, half hidden in shadow, outlining a mysterious allure that invited exploration.

Light and shadow harmoniously coexist on this face, in perfect unity.

His eyes were slightly red, with tears threatening to spill, and he murmured dreamily...calling your name.

He thought it was a dream, but he didn't want to wake up.

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Of course, one could smell the strong scent of alcohol.

Helen stared at the man's lips, perfectly lined and with just the right amount of color.

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Thinking to himself, he realized she also liked to drink.

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“Still here” the man called out again, his hand resting on the wine pot as if he was about to rise.

Those who didn't drink woke up.

She retracted her hand without a trace, casually taking the wine pitcher aside.

With his hand empty, Zhao Rucheng also woke up a little. He blinked hard, and the world became concrete, the hazy figures in his vision gradually becoming clear.

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"Thus and so!" he shouted.

Helan Yunyun remained expressionless, only pointing at Yuwen Tuo who was still lying on the table with her chin: "What's wrong with him He seems to have cried"

Zhao Ruocheng shook his head, trying to clear the dizziness, and casually said: "I told him that after the Canglang Arena fight yesterday, Bian Meng went to find Jiang Sangu."

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Helian Yunyun was too lazy to care about the concerns of her subordinates, and besides, the regular visitors to Shen'en Temple simply weren't worthy of shedding tears over matters of the heart.

Thinking of the word 'unworthy', her voice also turned cold, and she asked, "What do you want"

"I miss you!" Zhao Rucheng blurted out.

"I'm saying, do you have any life goals You can't just waste your precious time here."

At this time, Zhao Ruocheng had already regained consciousness.

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He thought it was still pretty drunk.

How could you say I'm wasting your time, Helen

But he also thought, I really wasted it.

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"What is your life goal"

He sat up, then leaned back in his chair and suddenly laughed, shaking his head. “I have no goals in life.”

He looked up at the palace dome: “When I was very young, people always told me— ‘You are the King of Qin, you are a descendant of Qin Emperor Huai, and you are the only legitimate Great Qin in the world.’”

From Qin Huai Emperor to me, it has been five generations.

My predecessors... they hoarded many outdated killing methods, leaving behind a cadre of foolish lackeys.

"Time makes outdated tactics even more obsolete, and even the foolishly loyal incompetents are fading away."

“They all tell me that my life goal is to restore the country, that I should dedicate my whole life to reclaiming the legitimacy of Qin. That I was born to sit on that throne. But my Uncle Deng only asked me — what do you think”

"Well... I don't want to think about anything. I just want to get by and live my life day by day. I'm still so young, I have so many possibilities in my life, why would I do something that's bound to fail"

"My forefathers, I cannot fathom their foolishness. I do not understand what they were thinking—how they toiled and struggled, yet could never achieve their life goals, believing instead that they could be fulfilled through their descendants. They used procreation to project their own life aspirations, masking their mediocrity. They should have counted their days properly and directly given birth to a 'life goal'!"

At this point, Zhao Rucheng reined in his excitement and closed his eyes, speaking in a wistful tone: “I once thought I would spend my days in that small town, becoming a carefree, wealthy playboy. I would never let them know about my past, about my so-called noble bloodline, or my sacred mission.”

"No, when I get old, perhaps I will tell them - 'You know, actually, I am from the Qin royal family. My real name is Ying Ziyu, and I am a direct descendant of Emperor Qin Huai. You give me 500 taels each, help me restore my country, and when I succeed, I will make you all high officials!' "

"Third brother will bargain with me. Second brother will call me an idiot. Fourth brother will say he's actually the emperor of Jing Guo's illegitimate son, and has a better chance of ascending the throne than me, for just 499 taels... Big brother will just watch me with a smile."

Zhao Ruocheng didn't cry. He opened his eyes and said calmly, "Later, the Bai Gu Dao came."

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Later, Deng Shu disappeared as well.

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He sat up straight, his hands flat on the table, and said firmly: "I have no life goals."

He said slowly, “I just don't want to lose anyone else.”

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"That's what I said to myself in the desert," I said. "And on the balcony. All my efforts, all of them, that I've ever made in my life so far, have been for this."

"Now I have become very stingy, stingy to the point of not wanting to let go of anything."

He stretched out his left hand with all five fingers extended, and used his right hand to gather them one by one.

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Press your thumb: "Ginger Third Brother."

Press your index finger: "Xiaonan."

Press the middle finger: “Brother Du.”

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He stared at Helan Yunyun, really hard, and finally brought his index finger and pinky together and said, "And you too."

This clenched fist, that's his whole world.

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The palace was eerily quiet at that moment.

His gaze and hers, met high above the world.

Zhao Rucheng said nothing more, and Helin Yunyun did not either.

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Silence spread throughout the hall.

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Until a certain moment, a voice suddenly rang out from beside him.

"Without me"

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Having woken up a long time ago, Yuwen Tuo now raised his head and looked at Zhao Ruocheng with grievance.

All the kings of the world, while maintaining their unique styles, also embody inclusivity.

Of course, Jiang Wang has only stayed in three imperial capitals so far and cannot make a general conclusion.

Gu Shiyi invited Master to drink at Fei Hong Xuan. This was a wine shop with a very Qi state architectural style. A dignified real person naturally wouldn't treat himself poorly, so this was also one of the best wine shops in the highest royal court.

Jiang Wang walked swaggeringly into the tavern, carrying a wine jar in one hand and with a long sword hanging at his waist. He entered a private room.

Along the way, he garnered countless admiring glances.

The imposing Gu Shiyi sat majestically at the head of the table. Seeing Jiang Wang's appearance, he couldn't help but chuckle: "Who brings their own wine to a banquet"

Jiang Wang casually placed the wine flask on the table and said calmly, “This is good wine from Yiyang Palace. It's unlikely to be sold outside. I brought it especially to let Brother Gu try some.”

Gu Shiyi asked, “You just came over, the shopkeeper didn't give you any trouble Bringing wine to a tavern is considered causing a disturbance.”

Jiang Wang laughed and said, "They all know me. Even if they don't, just ask and they'll recognize me!"

Gu Shiyi let out an 'oh'. "I almost forgot, you just finished a battle that shook the grasslands. You fought against four of them alone, facing off against the four strongest divine prodigies from the Pastoral Nation at the Canglang Fighting Arena."

"Brother Gu knows, right" Jiang Wang waved his hand casually: "It's just a title, nothing to mention."

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He poured himself a bowl of tea—in any teahouse in the style of Qi, there wouldn't be one without tea. And it was an assortment of teas, quite rich and varied.

Jiang Wang didn't used to like drinking tea very much. After living in Qi for a few years, he gradually got used to it.

First, take a sip of tea, allowing yourself to be slightly sobered by its bitterness. Then, seemingly casually, ask: "How did they spread this"

“Let me read to you a battle report issued by the Canglang Fighting Arena,” Gu Shiyi took out a notice, held it at arm’s length, and recited like a sutra: “The world’s number one divine warrior, Jiang Wang, challenged the prairie prodigy at the Canglang Fighting Arena. After a fierce battle against the three thousand Qionglu horses, he struggled to make an inch of progress. He then fought against the contemporary ‘Hunababa’, suffering setbacks again and again… Finally, he won with a slight advantage.”

Jiang Wang's tea splashed out of his mouth.

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"How did you manage that" asked Gu Shiyi, looking at him. "I haven't finished reading about Yan Du's brilliant performance in this battle yet—you were defeated here and there, left and right, exhausted and running around, how did you finally win"

Jiang Wang laughed heartily: "Specific details are still based on this battle report. Gu Ge, take your time and read it."

Gu Shiyi said, “Ah. You are now the number one divine being in the world.”

Jiang Wang wouldn't say that.

At least compared to Huang Jinmo, who could directly confront the Heavenly Craftsman, he felt that he was still half a step behind.

Huang Jin Mo's immortality is unshakeable. She can endlessly burn her life force, and her power level almost always remains at the peak of burning her life force, an advantage unmatched by anyone.

Jiang Wang's ability to manifest as a being in the three realms is not permanent. And while he can use the boundless flow of immortal thoughts, it also causes harm in doing so.

Of course, among the normal cultivators with a lifespan of five hundred and eighteen years, he could indeed be called the "strongest". Although the current world is vast and talented people are numerous, at most, there are some who can rival him at this level, such as Wang Changji, Dou Zhao, who claimed to have hidden cards in the Dragon Palace, and Chong Xuan... they all have such a possibility.

But there is no one who can defeat him.

Because he had truly, tangibly touched the limit of this realm's power. Bystanders at most could stand shoulder to shoulder, impossible to step forward.

Now, looking back, Chong Xuan Zhu Liang's calm guidance of him, Ji Zhao Nan, and Chong Xuan Zun on the Poitngjiang Platform was truly the earliest portrayal of his imagination of top-level Shen Lin. At that time, it was astounding and awe-inspiring, but now, he himself is fully capable of recreating it.

But whether this name of the first divine being in the world is recognized by Jiang Wang himself doesn't matter.

The grassland people must vouch for him.

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If the Canglang Fighting Arena doesn't acknowledge him as the number one divine being, then what will become of those prairie prodigies he "defeated with difficulty"

Those were the Three Heavenly Horses of Qionglu, those were the contemporary Hu Naiba, when they joined forces, how could they lose to someone who wasn't the number one in the world

"Jiang Wangdao, 'Brother Gu, you were the unparalleled hero of the world back then. You single-handedly entered the Chi Long Pond, swept through the Ye Hu She with your sword, and your name echoed throughout the land. That is what truly deserves to be sung about. My mere strength pales in comparison.'"

Gu Shiyi laughed and said, "These old stories, you actually dug them up."

Jiang Wangdao: "It's not that I just easily picked it up, it's something you did, and this world remembers."

The Crimson Dragon Pond and the Wild Fox Society are notorious evil forces that have caused havoc for many years. Gu Shiyi, with his sword, single-handedly wiped them out, becoming the spiritual leader of the world's wandering heroes.

People respect him, not because of his strength, but because of his chivalry.

Gu Shiyi looked at him: "You don't rely on strength, it seems you have some life ideals."

Jiang Wangdao: "Still thinking."

"Take your time," Gu Shiyi said, breaking the seal of a wine bottle and inhaling its scent lightly. "You're still very young, there's no need to rush into defining your life."

Jiang Wang arranged the wine cups and said casually, "I think so too."

Gu Shiyi raised his cup and poured wine: "The news of you beheading Zhuang Gaoxian has spread throughout the land. Now I know what troubles you. How about it, can you enjoy your drink now"

The last time the two met, Jiang Wang drank three bowls of wine called "Sea Change".

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He drank only three bowls and stopped, because he still had a long way to go.

Today, Jiang Wang merely asked in return, "Brother Gu, can you enjoy your drinks today"

Gu Shiyi burst into laughter: "It seems like it's not possible!"

Jiang Wang didn't ask him what he was doing on the grassland, only saying: "Is there still contact with the person who accompanied Big Brother Gu to drink back then"

"That's our last meeting," said Gu Shiyi.

"Don't you want to see each other again"

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"I will not see you again."

Jiang Wang paused for a moment and said, "That's too bad."

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Gu Shiyi didn't speak, but simply raised his wine bowl. Jiang Wang raised his bowl to meet Gu Shiyi's, and they drank in one go.

Refill it, and drink it dry.

The two altars of wine brought out from Yiyang Palace were drunk clean.

Gu Shiyi rose to his feet and said, “You want to see the real scenery of the cave, don't you Follow me! I'll show you the 'real thing'!”

Jiang Wang got up and asked, "Where are we going"

Gu Shiyi's black and gold Imperial Wind Robe fluttered in the air: "Go kill Hu Yan Jingxuan!" and the suffering he endures is enough to atone for his deeds, then Shakong Temple will no longer pursue the matter. If not, then at the very least, we must strip him of all his knowledge, cast him d...