Chapter 234

Liyang Dynasty, Imperial Capital Tai’an City.

Inside the heavily guarded Imperial Palace, the atmosphere became grave again.

The young Liyang Emperor Zhao Dun, after listening to the report from the envoy previously sent to Northern Liang, which was exaggerated and filled with fear,

his originally somewhat gloomy face was filled with towering rage!

"Unreasonable! Simply unreasonable!"

Zhao Dun slammed the dragon chair and roared angrily: "That demon dragon! Actually... actually dares to despise me so much! Despise my Liyang Imperial Family!"

"Not only did he refuse my conferment, but he also spoke wildly, saying he would... let me be emperor for only a few days?!"

"He... he is trying to rebel?!"

He never imagined that he had already lowered his status and made such a huge concession.

The other party was still so unappreciative, so... rampant!

Zhang Zhang Julu and the other civil and military officials below were all silent, not daring to speak.

They knew that the Emperor was currently in a fit of rage, and whoever dared to touch the bad luck would certainly not have a good end.

After Zhao Dun vented for a while, he gradually calmed down.

He knew that just being angry wouldn't solve any problems.

He looked at the resourceful Chief Assistant Zhang Zhang Julu below and asked in a deep voice:

"Zhang Zhang Aiqing, now, the Northern Mang’s five hundred thousand troops have already arrived at the city, pointing directly at Northern Liang."

"And that demon dragon is so unruly and difficult to control."

"In your opinion, what... should I do next?"

Zhang Zhang Julu heard this, slowly walked out of the queue, bowed to Zhao Dun, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Reporting to Your Majesty, this old minister believes that this is... a heaven-sent opportunity."

"Oh? What do you mean by that?" Zhao Dun heard this, and a flash of doubt crossed his eyes.

A flash of cunning light crossed Zhang Zhang Julu’s turbid eyes, and he said slowly:

"Your Majesty, whether it is the Northern Mang’s tiger and wolf army or the East Sea’s mysterious flood dragon, they are both heart-and-belly troubles for my Liyang."

"Now, they are fighting each other, and there must be one injury, or even... both sides suffering!"

"We just need to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight!"

"This old minister suggests that Your Majesty can immediately issue an imperial edict, ordering General Gu Jiantang to command my Liyang’s three hundred thousand elite troops, stationing them at the border between Northern Liang and the Central Plains, and wait and see!"

"If the Northern Mang army wins, they will definitely be a tragic victory, their vitality greatly damaged! At that time, my Liyang army can take advantage of the emptiness to defeat them in one fell swoop, completely solving the Northern Mang threat!"

"If the East Sea Flood Dragon wins, I think it will definitely be a huge consumption, its strength damaged! At that time, my Liyang army can also wait for an opportunity to move, recover the lost territory of Northern Liang in one fell swoop, and even... suppress that demon dragon together!"

"In this way, regardless of the outcome of this battle, the final beneficiary will be my Liyang Dynasty!"

"This is the... Emperor’s Way!"

Zhao Dun, after hearing this insidious, vicious, yet airtight strategy from Zhang Zhang Julu.

The rage in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by deep... approval and excitement!

"Good! What a ‘sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight’! What a ‘drive the tiger to swallow the wolf’!"

Zhao Dun laughed and clapped his hands: "Zhang Zhang Aiqing, you are truly my Zifang!"

"Just follow your words! Pass my edict! Order Gu Jiantang to point troops immediately, station at the border! Let me... watch a good show!"

He seemed to have already seen the beautiful scene of Northern Mang and the Flood Dragon both suffering and himself reaping the benefits.

At the same time.

Mount Mount Qingliang, inside the Listening Tide Pavilion.

Ning Chuan was in a leisurely and self-satisfied manner, as if the changes in the outside world had nothing to do with him.

He was currently... teaching Li Li Hanyi to practice the sword.

Li Li Hanyi was dressed in a plain white dress, holding the peerless famous sword named "Moonlight and Morning Flowers," practicing a set of incomparably mysterious sword techniques in the open space in front of the pavilion.

That sword technique was elegant and agile, yet hidden with murderous intent. Every sword thrust seemed to trigger the moonlight in the sky, carrying a trace of cold chill.

It was the unique skill of her Snow Moon City.

Ning Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, watching quietly.

His brows, however, were slightly furrowed.

"Wrong." He spoke slowly, his voice calm, "Your sword is too cold."

"The sword, although it is a tool of slaughter, is also... a sentimental object."

"You blindly pursue the heartless sword, cutting off emotional ties; although it can make your sword heart pure, it also... loses the spirituality of resonating with all things in heaven and earth."

"Your sword has only form, but no... spirit."

Li Li Hanyi heard this, and the sword moves in her hand paused slightly. A trace of incomprehension and confusion appeared on her usually cold pretty face.

She didn't understand why the supreme sword path she pursued was worthless in his eyes.

Ning Chuan looked at her confused appearance, smiled slightly, and walked forward slowly.

He didn't explain directly with words.

Instead, he reached out and gently held Li Li Hanyi’s soft hand that was holding the sword hilt.

Unknowingly, he pulled Li Li Hanyi’s delicate body into his arms.

Then, he whispered in her ear with a magnetic voice:

"Close your eyes and feel it with your heart."

"¨． Feel the flow of the wind, feel the softness of the water, feel the blooming of the peach blossoms, feel... my heartbeat."

"The sword path is not heartlessness, but... ultimate emotion."

"When you can integrate all your emotions into your sword."

"Your sword can possess true... life."

Li Li Hanyi was made to blush by Ning Chuan’s sudden intimacy, her heart beating like a deer.

She could clearly feel the strong and powerful heartbeat coming from Ning Chuan’s broad chest, as well as the warm and reassuring breath.

Her heart, which had been frozen for many years, seemed to... melt at this moment.

She subconsciously closed her eyes, following Ning Chuan’s guidance, feeling everything around her with her heart.

The atmosphere became somewhat... ambiguous at this moment.

Jiang Ni, standing on the side, looked at the two hugging each other like a fairy couple, and a trace of faint envy flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She also longed to receive such gentle teaching from her master.

Ning Chuan also seemed to notice Jiang Ni’s thoughts.

He let go of Li Li Hanyi in his arms, turned his head, and said gently to Jiang Ni:

"Jiang Ni, you come over too."

"You carry the bloodline of the Western Chu Imperial Family and are destined to have a relationship with the sword path; you are a natural sword immortal embryo."

"It’s just that before, the hatred of the country and the family didn't give you the opportunity to truly contact and practice the sword path."

"Today, I will personally teach you a set of supreme sword techniques that truly suit you."

"Once practiced, it will be easy to advance by leaps and bounds."

Li Li Hanyi heard this and looked at Jiang Ni with some surprise.

She never imagined that this seemingly weak and pitiful fallen princess was also... a natural sword immortal?

And Nangong Nangong Pushe, standing further away and also observing, looked at this scene, her heart mixed with five flavors, her thoughts complex.

She looked at Ning Chuan’s appearance of pointing at the mountains and rivers, free and easy, and her heart was filled with endless worship and awe.

However, she immediately thought of the upcoming Northern Mang War God, Tuoba Pusa, whose strength was unfathomable.

She couldn't help but sigh secretly in her heart.

Can he... really defeat that enemy who stole a quarter of her mother’s destiny?

She didn't know, and didn't dare to think.

A moment later.

Xu Xu Weixiong, dressed in a white martial outfit, her temperament becoming more capable and steady, walked in hurriedly from outside the pavilion.

She bowed respectfully to Ning Chuan, her expression heavy:

"Reporting to Master, according to the latest military intelligence sent back from Jubei City."

"The Northern Mang’s five hundred thousand troops have already... already arrived at the city, less than a hundred miles away from Jubei City!"

Ning Chuan heard this, but just nodded faintly, with no ripples on his face.