Chapter 68: At the Same Level, My Giant Divine Weapon Is Invincible Under Heaven

Azure waves rippled, green waters encircled.

The lake surface shimmered with glinting light, ripples constantly splashing.

A fresh breeze blew against their faces; Liu Baiyu’s nine-tiered Linglong Treasure Tower emitted a tinkling sound, its wind chimes clashing in crisp, melodious notes.

They launched their attack immediately, no pretense, no games.

Liu Baiyu’s words struck like a sharp blade, piercing Liang’s territory and Gongshu Duwang.

Unrest in the north? That’s their geographic problem—they border the Hu Ren. If it escalates, twenty thousand border troops mutiny, the Eight Passes open, and the Hu Ren pour south—what will Great Jin use to resist?

The north still has Grand General Yu Yun, the foremost of the Ten Great Generals, the representative of the Military School, revered throughout the land.

What does Liang have?

Located at the heart of Great Jin, its martial spirit is weak.

If Liang dares to rebel, ten thousand border troops march south, the capital’s imperial guards advance north—they can encircle Great Liang in ten days.

If we appease the north, we cannot also appease Liang—otherwise, what authority does the Great Jin have to command the four quarters?

These words stirred anger among Liang’s crowd; Du Zhangwang glared fiercely, his expression indignant, sighing inwardly—he knew this was inevitable, but as a man of Liang, he could not lose face.

Du Zhangwang stepped forward and shouted: “Why does the Heavenly King treat the people of Liang so harshly?”

Before Du Zhangwang could speak further, Liu Baiyu coldly interrupted: “There is no such thing as ‘people of Liang’—there have only ever been people of Jin.”

“Du Zhangwang, you’re conflating concepts—you seek to divide Great Jin.”

“Speak.”

“Are you colluding with Eastern Qi to bring chaos to Great Jin?”

Changsun Taishi straightened his tall crown, stepped forward gracefully, his expression solemn, lips unsmiling, his steady voice rising: “The court is so brutal, offering no room for compromise.”

“You think Liang has no men?”

“Do you know nearly half the court’s taxes come from Liang?”

“Without the people of Liang, how could the court exert its dominance over the nations and stand as the foremost?”

Lin Sanxing, who had been carrying a beast-patterned longsword on his back, finally opened his eyes, fixed a focused gaze on Changsun Taishi, and spoke slowly: “Brother Changsun is a man of the world beyond—content to dwell in the mountains, playing the zither and reciting poetry. Why involve yourself in worldly strife?”

Changsun Taishi sneered: “There is no ‘world beyond’—born in Liang, die in Liang.”

“When Liang faces peril, if I do not stand up, if I only care for my own interests, how can I face the countless elders and kin of Liang?”

“You are the court’s hound, blindly obeying orders—how could you understand human compassion?”

A roar echoed from afar: “Well said!”

“For years, the north has suffered, resisting the Hu Ren—yet has Liang fared better?”

“Countless toil year after year, yet the court seizes their earnings; even the meager yield from their soil isn’t enough to cover taxes.”

“Forced to seek other paths, they turned to commerce—and that’s how Liang became prosperous.”

“Liang’s wealth today was painstakingly accumulated by our own hands—not dropped from heaven.”

“Why is having money a crime? Why is it a sin?”

“The court has destroyed the border fortresses, removing all barriers between the north and Liang—what does this make of us?”

“We’ve lost all means of self-defense. Even if the Hu Ren don’t come south, just the northmen pouring in overnight could reach Liang in days—then, across open plains, how long before Great Liang is surrounded?”

“The northmen are human—so are we. Must we be treated like cattle and horses, forced to sacrifice our entire lives for you?”

A man strode forward, his face covered in thick whiskers, arms tattooed, limbs muscular, towering and burly, his voice booming like thunder.

Lin Sanxing watched the newcomer and recognized him—the Liang martial hero, Lu Monk.

All three of Liang’s current Earth List champions—Gongshu Duwang, Changsun Taishi, and Lu Monk—were now present.

Normally, when Great Jin mobilized for war—whether against Eastern Qi or the south—these men were always “unwell” or “in seclusion.” They never appeared together. But when facing the court, they always stood united.

Last time in the north, Earth List masters appeared one after another—even the previous generation’s Bai Zizai showed up. Now Liang does the same.

Great Jin leads the four nations not just by military might, but also by its superior number of martial cultivators. Its Earth List masters outnumber those of other nations—but such power remains fragmented, a terrible waste.

Zhao Wudao, who had remained silent, his single eye deepened like a starlit sky, scanning each face in turn, then spoke suddenly: “As long as my father remains in the north, the north will never march south.”

“There’s no need to worry on that front.”

“The court sees Liang’s sacrifices—it will not ignore them.”

“But the Mohists are outsiders—they cannot enter Jin.”

“My father blocked the Mohist Juzi to protect Great Jin—and he personally instructed me before I came.”

“Liang’s demands must be heard.”

“We are all subjects of Great Jin—no hierarchy of first, second, or third class.”

Liu Baiyu frowned, glancing at Zhao Wudao, whose stance had suddenly blurred—he was deeply displeased. Lin Sanxing found this unsurprising; Yu Yun had always been this stubborn.

His loyalty was never to the north—he carried the character “loyalty” etched into his bones.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have lost the North's trust, which crippled the shogunate's strength.

The Chancellor sent Liu Baiyu and Zhao Wudao precisely because he understood them—no special arrangement needed; one would play the good cop, the other the bad.

Zhao Wudao paused briefly, then continued: “Each side has its own reason.”

“In the end, strength decides superiority.”

“Only then will people truly accept the outcome.”

“This is precisely why Master Gongshu invited all of you here.”

“But if we settle this by force, injuries are likely—damage to harmony.”

“We are all subjects of Great Jin—we are family. To make enemies over this would only make outsiders laugh.”

“The Giant Divine Weapon is an ancient treasure, famed throughout the land—it is our nation’s heritage. To wield it against our own people is utterly inappropriate.”

“Let us set rules: limit all combatants to below the Divine Level. Each side selects one representative to fight for victory.”

“Even if they fight to the death, your abilities are sufficient to intervene in time.”

The Grand General is quite skilled at muddying the waters.

At these words, everyone fell silent.

Gongshu Duwang sat cross-legged atop the head of his one-horned ferocious tiger, looking down at Zhao Wudao, then at Liu Baiyu—this was bullying Liang’s younger generation, assuming they had no strong contenders.

Jin Wuming’s origins are unknown, but the Divine Blood Sect is a demonic sect from Zheng’s Fangzhou—what’s the point of fighting this?

Across all of Liang, where is there such a powerful young successor?

Gongshu Duwang laughed, his gaze mocking as he surveyed the crowd: “Fight, but don’t break.”

“That’s not a bad thing.”

“I speak for Liang—not for my own selfish interests.”

“This solution is acceptable—but no need to send young successors.”

“I’ve already summoned the Mohist’s ultimate treasure: ‘Universal Love’—all beings are equal.”

“We all suppress our power to the Primordial Xuan Realm.”

“Let’s see who is stronger.”

“You saved yourselves—otherwise, at the same level, my Giant Divine Weapon is invincible under heaven.”