Chapter 370

When the qi waves dispersed.

The boundless array instantly surged in all directions, unfolding and shifting in an instant; the angler-whale's silver hair whipped like tidal waves, yet he coldly said: "Yu Langwang?"

"Just a legless stray dog."

"Come here to bark as well?"

Li Guanyi, gripping his battle halberd: "…………"

No, Elder, why has your aggression suddenly increased so much?

The angler-whale had already pressed his palm onto Li Guanyi's shoulder, forcibly suppressing his surging true qi and halting him in place, while he himself darted forward, facing five thousand iron cavalry—yet the angler-whale chose to launch a direct assault.

Yu Langwang's eyes flickered with coldness; he raised his battle blade and slashed toward the angler-whale with ferocious force, employing the transformation of a general who channels the strength of countless troops, reinforced by the battle array.

His ninth-layer Heavenly Peak Wu Gong erupted, surpassing all limits.

The battle blade swept horizontally; the angler-whale raised his hand and pressed down.

The two qi waves collided, their residual shockwaves sweeping outward and hurling boulders from the ground; Li Guanyi sensed the shift, leaped backward, seized Yao Guang to shield her behind him, and pointed his halberd forward.

But the angler-whale swept his sleeve.

Yu Langwang's brutal technique dissipated harmlessly before them, leaving not a scratch on either, yet the shattered, pulverized ground around them revealed the terrifying power of that strike.

Li Guanyi turned his head and saw Master Siming using the Black Tortoise to shield his own lower body.

He saw cracks already forming on the tortoise's carapace.

Master Siming's face turned pale as he erupted in curses.

"Damn it, you legless old wolf—and you, Bai Mao?!"

"Can't you two show some consideration for an old man?!"

Master Siming cursed loudly again.

Then he hid behind Li Guanyi and Yao Guang.

No one answered; Yu Langwang gripped his long-handled battle blade—capable of easily overpowering Li Guanyi—and stared at the outstretched palm before him, eyes widening slightly as he sensed the battle array's martial aura rapidly collapsing.

The angler-whale's eyes held contemptuous mockery: "A grand army's divine general may indeed drag us down—but Chen Fubi, are five thousand iron cavalry really enough?"

"To take the life of Fifth Zhai Tian?!"

"Go!"

"Bring three more ten thousand!"

The array's aura surged violently; the angler-whale clenched his fist and forcibly shattered the five-thousand-man military array, pressing his five fingers downward as if tearing something apart.

He suddenly ripped sideways!

With a clear cracking sound, Yu Langwang's battle array was broken!

None of the Four Legends can be dragged down by five thousand troops; Divine General Jiang Su and Sword Mad Long Tu need no mention—the Dao Sect cannot be captured by arrays, and the Array Master, Fifth Zhai Tian, can shatter this array in an instant.

The surname Zhai originated eight hundred years ago when the Red Emperor relocated the populace to the western passes.

But it has withered away.

The array shifted continuously; Yu Langwang slashed with his blade's edge, but the angler-whale flicked his wrist and dissipated the array's momentum, then closed in, pressing his palm toward Yu Langwang's chest—yet Yu Langwang simultaneously gripped his blade and met the strike head-on.

The military array surged again!

The two clashed and separated; Yu Langwang retreated, his wrist trembling violently, as the Gray Wolf Heavy Cavalry surged forward; the angler-whale looked at his palm—ninth-layer Heavenly Peak, carrying the might of a fallen kingdom, had taken the blow directly—and still, he was wounded.

The angler-whale lifted his gaze to Yu Langwang.

Yu Langwang rested his weapon on the ground, his eyes burning with fierce fire: "... Hah, Wu Dao legend—I never expected, at this age, to meet someone like you."

"Unarmed, dismantled a battle array in three breaths."

"Are you the first array master in a thousand years?"

The angler-whale said: "No."

Yu Langwang raised an eyebrow.

The silver-haired man raised his palm, gazing at Yu Langwang and the Gray Wolf Heavy Cavalry, and said calmly: "I am the first array master in the past four thousand nine hundred ninety-nine years, and the next four thousand nine hundred ninety-nine years."

"Including this year, the number one array master for nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine years."

"Not quite ten thousand."

"To show my humility."

Arrogant and disdainful, Yu Langwang laughed; their single clash had yielded no decisive advantage, yet under the full might of the 【Annihilation State】, leading five thousand elite heavy cavalry, Yu Langwang rivaled the pre-breakthrough Sword Mad.

He could only hold his own against a Wu Dao legend.

This is the weight of the five individuals who have ever existed in history.

Li Guanyi heard the angler-whale's voice in his mind: "Protect Yao Guang."

The silver-haired man stood before Li Guanyi and Yao Guang, transmitting his words with supreme technique: "I cannot defeat him, nor can he defeat me; if I wished to leave, they could not stop me."

"But Yu Langwang's array shifts too swiftly, his aura seamless—I cannot kill him within this army. The Annihilation Divine General is truly troublesome."

Yu Langwang raised his weapon, staring at Li Guanyi behind the silver-haired man, and laughed loudly:

"Young nephew, what a powerful backer you have."

"Living off soft meals!"

Li Guanyi had wanted to retort: "Aren't you living off soft meals too—you got yourself a free son!"

But the words turned in his throat; he held them back. The dead are gone. Li Guanyi had learned a little about the Empress, and held respect—he said nothing.

Yu Langwang said: "Today, fighting a Wu Dao legend and capturing you in one stroke—that's two satisfying deeds at once. I should thank you."

Li Guanyi said: "Why not call me Big Nephew anymore?"

Yu Langwang chuckled: "That Murong Qiushui girl's taught you to be sharp-tongued."

Yu Langwang spurred his steed forward to clash again with the angler-whale; their battle raged, qi waves soaring; Yu Langwang's techniques were brutal and decisive, his ninth-layer Heavenly Peak reaching the absolute peak of all divine generals throughout history—only Jiang Su surpassed him in personal martial prowess.

The array's transformations were profoundly mysterious, its qi currents unbroken and interconnected.

The Whale Fisher was even more domineering and composed, dismantling and fighting at once.

Both sides clashed together; the Wolf King's army charged back and forth, shifting formations, trapping the Whale Fisher within, who met the Wolf King's military thrusts with a flick of his hand, a sweep of his palm—casual, ethereal, like a celestial being—who sent one armored cavalryman after another flying.

If not for the Wolf King at the Ninth Layer's limit.

The Whale Fisher could have slaughtered all five thousand armored cavalrymen.

The role of the Divine General manifested precisely at this moment.

Li Guanyi gripped his weapon; this level of battlefield had surpassed his individual strength, yet he was by no means powerless—he had retreated in disgrace once; he could not afford to do so again.

Li Guanyi swept his palm; the Tiger Roar Heaven Halberd dispersed, then he reached out, and the Cloud-Piercing Thunder Bow appeared in his hand. His eyes widened as he locked onto the Wolf King; at the same time, his right hand extended, and crimson-gold fire flared forth.

Divine Weapon: Cloud-Piercing Thunder Bow!

Divine Weapon: Chi Xiao Sword!

Dragon's roar and tiger's howl erupted simultaneously.

Li Guanyi gripped the divine bow with his left hand and clutched the Chi Xiao Sword in his right; the Dharma Phantoms of the Crimson Dragon and White Tiger appeared on either side of him—both at their most extreme forms, their gazes cold with hostility, fixed on the chaotic battlefield ahead.

Xue Shen had once, at his peak, shot an arrow through three hundred miles, piercing through mountains and rocks, slaying the Great Tian Kehan of the steppe alliance.

At that time, Li Guanyi had just entered cultivation and knew nothing of the world.

A thirteen- or fourteen-year-old herbalist, he truly believed an arrow flying three hundred and eighty miles, piercing through a Sacred Mountain, was terrifying.

Now Li Guanyi was a Master, had seen the Jianghu, ridden across the land.

Only now did he realize that arrow had directly slain the Great Tian Kehan of the Turks—a man surely an unparalleled expert—and it was even more astonishing, more unbelievable, like gazing upon the bright moon hanging high above the Nine Heavens.

Today he was not as strong as Xue Shen, yet he was still enough to threaten the Wolf King.

Li Guanyi did not hesitate.

His left hand gripped the Divine Weapon of the Bai Hu Da Zong lineage; his right hand clamped tightly on the Chi Xiao Sword.

He directly attempted to place the two divine weapons together.

He aimed to place the Chi Emperor's Chi Xiao Sword upon the Bai Hu Da Zong's Cloud-Piercing Thunder Bow.

Boom!!!

A colossal shock erupted between the two divine weapons; their extreme resistance to this combination meant their innate mutual repulsion was like forcing the Chi Emperor and the Overlord to awaken and fight side by side.

That they did not immediately slaughter each other was already incredible.

Qi surged and twisted, shattering the ground beneath them, like fire and water incompatible; even the Wolf King turned his head, startled by the terrifying power unleashed, wanting to intervene—but as the Whale Fisher had said, the Whale Fisher could not kill the Wolf King now.

But neither could the Wolf King pass him to interfere with Li Guanyi.

The qi wave erupted violently; the divine weapon's power far exceeded what Li Guanyi could generate alone—vast, overwhelming. He gritted his teeth, forcing the two weapons together.

The innate repulsion shook him, blood bursting from his arms.

Finally, Li Guanyi clenched his teeth and roared inwardly.

The Nine Provinces Cauldron within him rang out.

He bellowed:

"Be quiet, damn it!!!"

The Nine Provinces Cauldron erupted in radiant light, forcibly suppressing the overwhelming power wrapped around the Chi Emperor and Overlord's divine weapons with the vast destiny it contained.

The Chi Xiao Sword became an arrow, placed by Li Guanyi upon the bowstring.

The White Tiger and Crimson Dragon Dharma Phantoms converged; flame and gengjin energy surged forth from the two divine weapons, merging internal qi, divine essence, and destiny—like bolts of thunder entwining around Li Guanyi, striking the earth, carving grotesque fissures.

As Li Guanyi unleashed this technique, his aura surged, breaking through the barrier of the Seventh Layer.

The power of this technique would far exceed the Seventh Layer Master realm!

Master Siming and the Old Tortoise stared, stunned, at Li Guanyi.

Master Siming's scalp prickled: "Holy shit?!"

"Is this thing gonna blow?!"

Thus, the power of the Overlord, the Chi Emperor, the Bai Hu Da Zong, and the Chi Emperor's heir all converged upon one man—Li Guanyi, entwined with dragon and tiger, aura blazing, the cauldron's chime ringing in his ears, 【Chi Xiao Sword】 locked onto the Wolf King.

Thus, the power of the Overlord, the Red Emperor, the Bai Hu Da Zong, and the Red Emperor's son all converged upon one person—Li Guanyi, entwined with dragon and tiger, his aura surging, the sound of a cauldron ringing in his ears, as the 【Chi Xiao Sword】 locked onto the Yu Langwang.

His Wu Gong's first technique: Slashing the Snake, Slaying the Bai Di.

"This is the second technique…"

"Bending the Bow, Shooting the Heavenly Wolf."

The Wolf King felt a jolt of dread; he turned his head, stared at Li Guanyi, his pupils contracting violently: "Where did this Wu Gong come from?!"

The Yu Langwang sensed a heart-jarring sensation; he turned his head, looked at Li Guanyi, his pupils contracting violently, and said: "Where did this Wu Gong come from?!"

Upon the Chi Xiao Sword, dragon and tiger followed, pointing at the Wolf King.

Li Guanyi had originally intended to fire immediately, but now his heart hesitated.

Using his Immortal Undying Body, he forcibly endured the immense drain of maintaining this technique, holding it ready but not releasing.

The Wolf King must fear Li Guanyi, unable to fully commit his moves; Li Guanyi alone here was an entire army. The Wolf King's smile faded, his face tightening, wary of Li Guanyi's inevitable terrifying arrow—and also alert to the Whale Fisher.

The Yu Langwang had to be wary of Li Guanyi, unable to fully unleash his techniques; Li Guanyi alone here was an entire army—the Yu Langwang's smile gradually vanished, his face now tense, forced to guard against Li Guanyi's inevitable, terrifying arrow, yet also to watch the Fish-Whale Fisher.

The battlefield formations shifted endlessly; the Wolf Army's spirit raised its head and howled, the shockwaves shaking the ground, shattering rocks, pressing down the sky—terrible yuanqi collisions made the Wolf Army's spirit visible to the naked eye.

The Great Wolf raised its head and roared, immense in size, while streaks of white light shot skyward, churning the surrounding yuanqi, locking the Wolf in place; at another position, the Crimson Dragon and White Tiger watched the Wolf with cold, unyielding stares.

The Gray Wolf raised its head and roared, immensely huge, while streaks of white light shot skyward, churning the surrounding Qi and locking the Gray Wolf in place; at another position, the Taigu Chilong and Bai Hu coldly regarded the Gray Wolf.

Clouds rolled and churned in all directions, surging outward.

Master Siming screamed, dodging back and forth from the residual waves.

He held the Tortoise's shell above his head, resisting falling rocks, when suddenly a terrifying blade-song rang out—he staggered aside to dodge, seeing a flash of cold light cleave downward, shattering the earth.

Master Siming seized the Tortoise, executing an impossibly difficult split, watching as the terrifying battlefield martial art—like a celestial river cascading—struck the ground, carving a trench seven feet wide and impossibly long.

The old Master Siming seized the black tortoise and split his legs in an extremely difficult pose, watching as the terrifying battle technique, like a cascade of the Tianhe, struck the ground and carved a gorge seven feet wide and stretching endlessly across the earth.

The old Master Siming and the Black Tortoise both turned pale.

Accompanied by a rumbling sound

The earth collapsed, forming a chasm; the old Master Siming stared at the massive scar, his expression shifting, his lips trembling, and said: "... the five-hundred-year passage has been utterly destroyed today in this battle."

Li Guanyi locked his gaze on the Yu Langwang, feeling the terrifying explosive power contained in this move—he knew he could not control it; it might be one of those attacks that, once released, would instantly unleash the might of Dragon and Bai Hu.

Destructive radius three hundred zhang, range two hundred zhang.

The relationship between the Red Emperor and the Overlord was truly terrible—upon meeting, they immediately fought to the death.

Even between the weapons of the Red Emperor and those of the Bai Hu Da Zong, it was the same.

Li Guanyi grinned and said: "Elder, take Yao Guang away."

Yao Guang was about to say something.

Li Guanyi said: "Xiao Yuer!"

The silver-haired girl froze.

She looked at Li Guanyi, then at the Whale Fisher, pressed her lips together, and gave a slight nod; the old Master Siming sighed, no longer the carefree, unrestrained figure he had been; the Black Tortoise Apparition lifted Yao Guang, and the old Master Siming carried her away from the core of the battlefield.

The Yu Langwang praised: "Fine technique."

Li Guanyi said: "Elder, would you like to test whether this sword is sharp?"

The Yu Langwang said: "If you release this sword, you may not survive."

Li Guanyi thought for a moment, then answered succinctly:

"I have eaten the Elixir of Immortality."

He paused, then added:

"Yours."

The Yu Langwang's emotions surged violently.

Li Guanyi said: "Yu Langwang, retreat!"

The aged wolf smiled, then replied: "Dream on."

As the Array Chief and the Yu Langwang clashed, even with his Immortal Body, Li Guanyi could not withstand the mutual repulsion of two top-tier divine weapons with nearly the worst compatibility—he loosened his grip, and the Chi Xiao Sword transformed into a dragon and shot away.

BOOM!!!!

The sword flew out, carrying a glimmer of white light.

A roar of Dragon and a howl of Bai Hu erupted suddenly, followed by a terrifying shockwave spreading in all directions; Li Guanyi did not hesitate—he curled his body, seized his Black Tortoise Apparition, and thrust it forward.

BOOM!!!

Violent residual waves surged skyward; this technique drew upon the Nine Provinces Cauldron, the Chi Xiao Sword, and the Po Yun Zhen Tian Bow—its power was terrifying; the Yu Langwang's face twisted in fury, his terrifying aura rising as he used his weapon and battle formation to forcibly resist this attack.

Li Guanyi rolled backward and landed; the Chi Xiao Sword was embedded in the earth, the Po Yun Zhen Tian Bow had temporarily lost its divine essence; Li Guanyi reached out, seized the Tiger Roar Heaven Halberd, and swallowed the blood surging in his chest.

Five thousand Canglang Heavy Cavalry were thrown into chaos, struck by the massive impact.

The Yu Langwang, commanding the formation, forcibly withstood this attack.

But the Yu Langwang's face had turned pale, a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth; he stared fixedly at Li Guanyi, who rose, gripped his divine weapon, raised it, and pointed the halberd at the Yu Langwang.

The Yu Langwang's eyes turned blood-red; he raised his weapon—his Canglang Heavy Cavalry had suffered heavy losses but still held formation; the Whale Fisher's gaze dipped slightly, then suddenly sensed something wrong—he turned his head toward the distance, where a long howl echoed—

The howl carried a mournful Dragon's roar; the Dragon's roar erupted.

A crimson Dragon's roar spiraled and howled.

The Crimson Dragon Apparition reappeared upon the battlefield!

The massive Crimson Dragon soared through the sky, let out a long cry, then plunged down; the Yu Langwang swept his weapon, shattering the Dragon; its scales scattered, transforming into an extremely heavy short-hafted hand halberd, spinning as it fell.

From the direction of the Dragon's roar, another heavy cavalry unit entered the battlefield.

Surge after surge of aura rose, carrying a fierce, blazing energy.

A black banner flapped wildly in the wind, bearing two golden characters—

【BEI WEI】!

The Yu Langwang's expression slowly hardened.

After the Taiping Army was reorganized into the Yue Family Army, this was its most elite unit—an armored cavalry force no less formidable than the world's top battalions; as it charged onto the battlefield, the standard-bearer Yan Xuanji locked his gaze on Li Guanyi.

Li Guanyi watched the swirling Crimson Dragon, saw the rapidly approaching armored cavalry, and the towering figure at the front—a massive man with wild, unkempt hair and beard, radiating three parts boldness and freedom, who let out a booming laugh:

"Li Guanyi!"

"Your brother Yue is here!"

"Hahahaha! Just as the Po Jun Master said—once the Yu Langwang learned the situation, he would surely lead a small elite cavalry unit himself!"

General Yue Qianfeng had crossed the grasslands using the Seventh King's letter of authority.

And the Seventh King's trade routes with the Western Regions had not ended.

The young strategist, amid this stalemate in the Western Regions, had still created the most promising opportunity to defeat the Yu Langwang—

Even using Li Guanyi as bait, leveraging overwhelming momentum, and accounting for the Yu Langwang's cunning, defiant, yet brutal nature, he had deliberately forged this very moment.

Seven thousand 【BEI WEI】 troops, the Whale Fisher, General Yue Qianfeng—ranked thirtieth on the Divine General List.

Li Guanyi, Yan Xuanji, General Ling Pingyang.

Against the now-imperfect 【Canglang Heavy Cavalry】 and the Ninth Heaven Yu Langwang.

In Anxi City, the purple-eyed strategist pinched a chess piece between his fingers, his gaze calm.

He had not rested for too long; his face was pale, yet his spirit was wildly energized; now, one hundred thousand Anxi troops were poised, the Tangxi Kingdom had been established, the Yu Langwang had entered the game, the 【BEI WEI】 surprise force, the Whale Fisher, Li Guanyi, Yuan Zhi, Wen He, the Yu Langwang, General Yue Qianfeng…

Ministers, mighty generals, kings, heroes, the martial world, legends.

Interwoven, forming a chessboard.

The Po Jun dropped his chess piece.

To win the small against the great, to reverse the tide—right now!

"Eliminate Yu Langwang, or secure your lord's destiny!"

"You old bastards!"

Pojun sneered with arrogance:

"Don't underestimate us—your era is over!"

A sharp crack.

The piece fell.

Yu Langwang, separated from the main force, gripped his weapon and suddenly realized he had underestimated these young strategists; his caution, born of respect for their youth and their fathers' legacy, had turned into reckless overconfidence.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware the oriole waits behind.

But did you truly see the oriole?

Was what you saw truly the oriole?

"Truly, the talent of the realm."

He reorganized his troops; the Canglang Cavalry and the Beiwei Cavalry clashed fiercely once more—both sides suffered minor losses, but Yue Qianfeng had just arrived and, at the peak of the Seventh Heaven Realm, directly parried Yu Langwang's blow.

Yue Qianfeng felt a violent tremor in his palms.

His weapon nearly flew from his grip under Yu Langwang's force.

His Crimson Dragon Manifestation nearly shattered—he had barely arrived and already absorbed a direct strike from the Fourth Divine General of the Realm, especially one enraged to the core by Li Guanyi's She Tianlang. His face flushed crimson.

He had just taken the blame for Li Guanyi's actions.

His abdominal qi churned violently.

Li Guanyi said: "Brother Yue!"

The Beiwei and Canglang forces reversed their spearheads, facing off across the vast battlefield. Yue Qianfeng reached behind him, caught his breath, and hurled a bundle to Li Guanyi: "Kid—armor up!"

Li Guanyi donned the armor; the Beiwei troops reformed their formation.

Yue Qianfeng and seven thousand Beiwei heavy cavalry faced fewer than five thousand Canglang cavalry—and still could not prevail. Yue Qianfeng roared his Crimson Dragon, fighting relentlessly, yet could not break past Yu Langwang, who was, after all, the pinnacle of this age.

Yu Langwang swept his long-handled battle blade; Yue Qianfeng met it with the full force of his army's momentum.

Blood tinged Yue Qianfeng's lips.

Though he had gained much in his battles against the third Divine General's Longxiang Army, using his Crimson Dragon Manifestation and a single halberd to rise from thirty-fourth to thirtieth on the Divine General Rankings—now a gatekeeper among the elite.

But the man he faced was the strongest Divine General of this era.

Yue Qianfeng felt every encounter with this brat meant a brutal fight.

He had never once walked away unscathed.

Either he was wounded, or he fought in place of the brat.

It was as if fate itself demanded it.

After only a dozen exchanges, Yue Qianfeng was already outmatched, face flushed, hands trembling as he struggled to hold his weapon—when suddenly, a streak of light shot forth. Yu Langwang's mind froze; instinctively, he slashed it apart.

It was not She Tianlang.

The Chi Xiao Sword and the Po Yun Zhen Tian Bow had both exhausted their power in a short time.

Only then had he unleashed that terrifying strike.

Had it not been for the Qi Yun of the Nine Tripods, even coordinating these two terrifying forces would have been impossible—just that single arrow had inflicted heavy losses on Yu Langwang's Canglang Cavalry. Yu Langwang dared not even imagine what the blow would have been if Li Guanyi's power were greater.

What power would that strike have held!

Li Wanli, your son is far stronger than I ever was.

He still thought this, then naturally formed his formation and turned to look—then froze. He saw Li Guanyi mounted on a warhorse, clad in Central Plains general's armor, crimson battle robe with civil-military sleeves.

The Whale Fisher looked at the Beiwei troops and said:

"…This time, I lend you a hand."

The Whale Fisher stepped into the formation.

The Beiwei formation had never synced with Li Guanyi before—but now, he found himself perfectly aligned with it, as if he commanded not the strongest army in the realm, but the Tiance Prefecture Fire Qilin Army.

Li Guanyi felt his command ability surge dramatically.

The Whale Fisher said: "Never again."

Li Guanyi stared at Yu Langwang, gripped his weapon, and suddenly felt a stir within him. He pressed against his warhorse, leapt into the air—and crimson flames erupted. Yu Langwang's pupils contracted slightly; even he, a man of such stature, felt a flicker of disorientation.

Flames flickered; a crimson Fire Qilin appeared before the army. The armored general held a golden mask, slowly pressing it to his face, then raised his hand—his halberd gleamed with lethal intent.

Fire Qilin battle robe, golden mask; under him, Yan Xuanji bore the banner, Yue Pengwu led the heavy cavalry.

Crimson Dragon challenges; Fire Qilin roars.

Yu Langwang was lost in daze.

He saw a pair of eyes piercing through the golden mask, weapon raised, pointing at him.

"Prince of Puyang."

Li Guanyi said: "Then—again!"

Yu Langwang remained dazed for a long moment, then burst into loud laughter:

"Hahahaha! Good! Good!"

His eyes blazed bright, as if his youthful arrogance had returned. He swung his weapon joyfully, pointing at the general atop the Fire Qilin, clad in golden mask, commanding seven thousand Beiwei—yet also pointing at his own memories, laughing like this:

"Li!"

"Come!"

Meanwhile, here in the Western Regions, as the two warlords clashed prematurely, Li Guanyi, Master Siming, and even Hao Yuan Xia all overlooked one man—Wen He, the gentle young strategist, still standing atop the city wall.

Wen He watched the nobles and gold within the city.

He watched the Western Alliance troops about to enter.

"Time is nearly up…"

Gentle and harmless.

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