[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-peace-decree":3,"chapter-the-peace-decree-the-peace-decree-chapter-528":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Peace Decree",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2328703,4553,"Chapter 528: The Final Chapter of Chen Dingye","the-peace-decree-chapter-528",528,"\u003Cp>The question, once asked, seemed to carry an indescribable weight; Chen Wenmian’s hand paused, his qi subtly dispersing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian had already reached the peak of the Seventh Heaven Realm; his spirit trembled, his breath scattered, and the fishing rod beside him shuddered slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thread hanging from the rod trembled faintly, sending ripples across the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the ripples swept across the entire lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi gazed at Chen Wenmian before him, his expression gentle; by all reason and the overwhelming tide of circumstance, Chen Wenmian should be the one to end this hatred—but precisely because it was Chen Wenmian, Li Guanyi feared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian’s nature was gentle, yet possessed extraordinary resilience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was suited to be a teacher, a quiet scholar reading books, a guest sipping tea while others spoke of the grandeur of the martial world and the majesty of mountains and rivers—but he took up a spear, mounted a warhorse, and stepped onto the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fate always forces people onto paths they never wished to walk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Dingye’s deeds were utterly unforgivable, yet for over a decade, he had been Chen Wenmian’s father, and in his youth, Chen Wenmian had always looked up to that father’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, he trained in martial arts and studied, hoping to earn his father’s true approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, in this chaotic age, he was asked to kill Chen Dingye himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a man of such gentle disposition, was this not too cruel?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi looked at him, his expression pained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian remained silent for a long while; Li Guanyi exhaled, unaccustomed to such acts—he himself charged into death, stepped forward before all, almost without thought—but when it came to tending the tender hearts of others, he was awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Murong Qiushui had said it, it would have been as clumsy as a tabby cat playing with a ball of yarn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi felt uneasy, scratching his temple and plucking at his hair, saying: “Chen Dingye is to be punished, so Qin shall strike Chen; by common logic, I should take you with me to that small city for the final battle against Chen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But he was, after all, your father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You need not go to this final battle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian said: “I cannot stay away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi asked: “Is it your own heart that drives you to go—or is it all you’ve endured, your morals and beliefs, the words of everyone around you—that tell you you cannot stay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian opened his mouth but could not speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi looked at the quiet, silent Chen Wenmian before him, stood, and placed his hand on Chen Wenmian’s shoulder: “Naturally, you are the son of Shenwu Wang; by common worldly logic, you should be brave, should go to punish your enemy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But what does it matter what the world believes you should do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is what the world thinks you must do truly so important?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian froze, raising his head unconsciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi spoke softly, gently:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fate is cruel and merciless. I leave the choice to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi looked at the gentle youth; amidst the storm of this chaotic age, heroism and ambition surged—but when viewed closely, such grandeur was cruel. Chen Wenmian’s tragedy began with Dantai Xianming’s ruthless schemes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dantai Xianming even used his own daughter as bait, guiding the young Chen Dingye, awakening in him a twisted, obsessive desire—whether it stemmed from Chen Dingye’s own ambition or Dantai Xianming’s manipulation, no one knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or perhaps, both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus came the tragedies of Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian’s past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Dantai Xianming’s ruthlessness sprang from the slaughter of this chaotic age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi had gradually learned to make peace with himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what Chen Wenmian bore was heavier still—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His most revered grandfather had personally guided his father’s early indulgence in desire and ambition, crafting a complete tragedy; for over a decade as crown prince, his father ignored him, his mother could not bear to touch him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the one who treated him best—Dantai Xianming, the man who truly taught him to be a gentle, refined gentleman, a mentor, the most reliable elder—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was the very architect of his lifelong tragedy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His biological father had been exiled as a rebel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he had a biological father was the moment everything he once cherished collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lost everything from those first decades: his mother, the father he believed in, the grandfather he cherished—he bid farewell to it all, took up his spear, and stepped into the chaotic world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, his biological father fell in battle, his mother burned herself beneath palace walls, his grandfather—the mastermind—committed suicide to atone for his schemes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In all his life’s journey,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one still clinging to his path was Chen Dingye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A foe. A former father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Chen Wenmian, who remained gentle despite such fate, to finally draw his sword and sever the last tie—Li Guanyi found it unbearable. But such a monumental decision, he had no right to make for Chen Wenmian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He merely looked at this friend, this general, and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The world always teaches courage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But sometimes, cowardice is not wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do not let the world’s gaze bind you, nor let Shenwu Wang’s glory constrain you—life is a vast wilderness; walk as you will. You need not go to this final battle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi patted Chen Wenmian’s shoulder and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian sat quietly, seemingly unaware Li Guanyi had left; Xiao Wu liang, outside, saw Li Guanyi emerge alone, rose, and looked toward the cold lake with concern: “...General…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi said: “Let him think for himself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such a decision must be his alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Wu liang fell silent for a long while, then nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi departed; Chen Wenmian sat alone there for a full day and night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting motionless. Sitting vacant. Lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled his youth: his time with Chen Dingye, Dantai Xianming’s teachings, his mother touching him, then returning to wash her hands again and again, rubbing them raw until her skin nearly tore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A decision…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian exhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached out, his palm brushing lightly against the Canglang Blade planted beside him; his fingertips glided over the cold steel, feeling its unique texture—the blade’s edge reflected his eyes. Chen Wenmian whispered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The world is like this—there are few choices truly left…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dantai Xianming guided. Chen Dingye executed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fate for the first decades had been bound by threads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet even now that he had stepped free, he was still shaped by other forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this chaotic age, excuses, momentary choices, regrets—there were too many. To examine every detail would leave nothing clear; life’s fate is a tangled knot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian’s fingers closed one by one, gripping the Canglang Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The divine weapon howled; waves of deadly aura shook the air, lifting his hair; he tightened his grip and slowly drew the blade from the ground, qi radiating like a gale, his gaze steady as iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right and wrong, grudges—how much was right? How much hatred? How much truth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he hate Chen Dingye entirely, or did his hatred carry the longing and reverence of his first decades?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And how had Chen Dingye treated him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had Dantai Xianming seen him as a cold, emotionless pawn?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or as his own reflection—a strategist, a poisoner destined to be remembered in history—who had nonetheless truly raised his pawn into a refined, cultured, martial scholar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Dingye, Dantai Xianming, his mother, his father, and countless others—how had they treated him? With guilt? With hatred? With the coldness of a pawn? Or, even as a pawn, had they poured everything into shaping him into the person they longed for?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Love, hate, affection, enmity—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long entangled, inseparable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human affairs were never meant to be clearly divided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If so—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then let one strike sever it all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade tore from the earth, trembling as it emitted a metallic howl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Canglang’s low cry shook the land; Chen Wenmian drew the blade, its afterwave sweeping the cold lake—ice cracked instantly, then shattered beneath thunderous roars, sinking downward, water spraying like clouds of dawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian’s hand brushed the blade’s edge, whispering:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Twenty years of madness in this bloodline.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The final fate of Great Chen must be severed by my own hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This conspiracy, this deceit, this heroism, this grandeur, this petty scheming, this boundless ambition…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who else has the right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who else, but me, should end it all?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian lowered his gaze, softly: “Perhaps I could choose weakness—but this is no good thing. I cannot burden others.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Qin Wang Li Guanyi personally led his troops to attack Chen Dingye, the young general Chen Wenmian rode his divine steed, leading the Canglang Guard, standing outside Zhenbeixiongcheng all night—moonlight faded, leaving frost like snow on his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian whispered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I volunteer as vanguard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He too was a hero riding through chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world’s second divine general, the peerless Qin Wang, personally led his army to attack a small city defended by only ten thousand men—a city long besieged by Fan Qing’s hundred thousand Qi Lin troops, morale shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outcome required no thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi rode his divine steed, the Qilin curled on his shoulder, before ten thousand soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The city’s defenders, already demoralized, saw the Qin Wang—the world’s second—then Yue Qianfeng, the world’s ninth; then Duan Qingyu, the Western King; then former crown prince Chen Wenmian—all appearing together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The banners of these legendary generals rolled like clouds, sealing the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sealing the fate of Great Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These generals, in their own way, offered their respect and honor to a nation’s fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi raised his weapon, pointing forward, his qi surging upward in a torrent; under the impetus of his Grand Master’s aura, his voice echoed across the land: “Gentlemen, the realm is in chaos—Chen Guo’s mandate shall end today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I shall be the spearhead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wind!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four armies surrounding the city stepped forward in perfect unison. They wore different armors, came from distant corners of the land, even belonged to different ethnicities—yet now they raised their weapons, proud and fervently devoted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shouted in perfect harmony:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wind!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great Wind!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fierce, grim martial aura surged skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the western gate, the Phoenix of Xiyicheng soared into the sky, circling slowly within a golden aura of military spirit, letting out prolonged, resonant cries—Li Zhao’s legion, the Xiyicheng Black Armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the northern gate, Yue Qianfeng, the Ninth of the Top Eight Divine Generals of the Realm, saw the Crimson Dragon coil slowly around him, emitting a deep dragon’s roar; behind him marched the elite Yue Family Heavy Cavalry, the Beiwei Army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the southern gate, Chen Wenmian gripped his Canglang Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roar of the Canglang surged into the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi held his weapon; behind him to the left stood Fan Qing, to the right stood Ye Buyi and Zhou Liuying—these two had stepped forward for themselves, and for their kin. The martial spirits of the four armies rose like a storm, piercing the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi spun his battle halberd in his grip, pointing it forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his eyes appeared the city—the same city from nearly a decade ago, the one he had fled from, desperate and broken—and now behind him, ten thousand helmets, the vast, unstoppable march ahead. At last, he spoke, uttering one word:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Attack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fire Kirin leapt from his shoulder; as it fell, azure and gold-red light flowed and shifted, transforming instantly—the Kirin rolled once in midair, becoming its true form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It raised its head and roared, golden-red flames exploding from its mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a deep breath, a pillar of flame—rooted in gold-red, wreathed in azure trails—struck the city gate with crushing force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fire Kirin’s charged attack clashed against the city’s feeble defensive formation. Still commanding the resistance, Wang Yunqi, the last Grand General of Chen Guo’s Jinwu Guard, stared with bloodshot, tearing eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hold! Hold!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fire Kirin’s assault gradually slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wang Yunqi saw it—the glow behind the Kirin’s flames, as the Qin King slowly raised his halberd. The twin-crescent blade shimmered with swirling aura, roaring like dragon and tiger. The color of iron and blood, ominous and fiery, surged skyward, leaving in Wang Yunqi’s vision a final, despairing afterimage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrifying aura on the halberd gathered, paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, merging with the full martial momentum of the entire army, it surged forth, vast and overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And slashed downward with crushing force!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Qin King himself led the charge, wielding a divine weapon, combining the power of ten thousand soldiers—the Kirin’s spirit-roar pierced the heavens, and as it surged forward, it became a black-red flame, forming a perfect arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This dark arc, like the moon fallen from heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shattered the city gate, reinforced countless times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A city with only ten thousand troops—insufficient manpower, no famed generals, no protective aura array—its four gates were breached simultaneously. The thunderous crash shook the land; the entire city trembled violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the central courtyard, the changes across the city were visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Chen clenched his lips, watching the dust rise from different walls, the grim, icy martial aura. He lowered his gaze to the scholar’s sword at his waist—yet even this scholar’s blade trembled violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stirred by the martial aura, guided by the killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Chen gripped his sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Dingye sat there, calm and composed: “Have the enemy forces arrived, Master Yan? What do you see?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Chen’s voice was calm and smooth: “The four armies are the finest of this age; their commanders are the greatest generals of the realm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Dingye asked: “Who are they?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Chen watched the rolling banners, naming each general aloud. When he spoke Chen Wenmian’s name, Chen Dingye said: “Good. He has come…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Chen looked at Chen Dingye before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Dingye was nearly dead—his hair white, bound into a king’s crown, gripping his sword, his bearing still unruffled. Yan Chen did not know what the Emperor of Chen Guo felt, knowing his own former crown prince had come to kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This city was small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, it was weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four armies poured in, unable to fill its streets. Chen Guo’s last Jinwu Guard fulfilled their duty: ten thousand men, fighting to the death. These imperial guards were bound by blood and oath to the royal house—everything they were had defined their past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Kirin Army held back—but found the Jinwu Guard, eyes red, slashing desperately, refusing to drop their blades even wounded. One Jinwu Captain had once fought shoulder-to-shoulder with the Kirin Army on the grasslands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, wounded and fallen, he saw Kirin soldiers approaching to disarm him, to take him prisoner for healing—and he went mad, slamming his head into one Kirin soldier, staggering up, gripping his blade again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasping heavily, he stood in the alley, no one behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him stood Kirin soldiers in heavy armor, wielding sword and shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gasped, shouting: “Come!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why hold back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fool! On the battlefield, hold back and you’ll die—then you’ll have nothing left! Don’t hesitate!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Kirin soldier gripped his sword, knuckles white with strain—but could not strike. The Jinwu Captain gasped, staggered, tore off his sleeve, binding his bleeding arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arm had been slashed, tendons severed, fingers trembling uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his trembling right hand, he gripped the hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with his stronger left hand, he clasped his trembling right hand, gripping the blade—behind him stood the Emperor, behind him no comrades—and he pointed the blade forward, aimed at the countless armored elite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crouching low, adopting the final death stance, his voice hoarse, he shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great Chen Jinwu Guard, Longwu Army Clerk, Luo Xingyi!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Traitors—do not advance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Qianfeng’s expression turned solemn as he gazed upon this former comrade. He gripped his weapon and spoke: “Kirin Army!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Divine General’s voice, rough yet solemn: “Give a warrior’s farewell to our brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Xingyi, crouched in death stance, grinned—and charged forward. The Kirin soldiers drew their crossbows; Yue Qianfeng, the Ninth Divine General of the Realm, raised his halberd, poised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouted: “Attack!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, the bowstrings sang like birds taking flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Xingyi saw the Divine General’s blade-light slash—he raised his sword to meet it. The Jinwu blade shattered instantly, spinning over his head, then plunged deep into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Xingyi staggered two steps, then collapsed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He died in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yue Qianfeng gripped his weapon, breathing heavily, and slammed his fist hard against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chaos! Chaos!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their justifications—useless. Useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A city, hand-to-hand combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since ancient times, elite troops lose morale after thirty percent casualties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guo’s Jinwu Guard fought until every man fell. Blades flashed; armored warriors lay dead across the ground, blocking the path between enemy and monarch. Beneath them, only ordinary bricks and stones of a humble city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now stained with the blood of brave men, they became the jade steps before the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten thousand Jinwu Guard—from Grand General down to guard—fell in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All fell face-first, not one turned back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utterly horrific—this was the funeral of a nation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen’s fall must not be sordid, crawling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guanyi fell silent. The four generals surrounded the small courtyard, breaking through the walls. A eunuch sat before the wall, gripping a blade, already pierced by arrows, gasping heavily, face pale, life fading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian rushed in first, seeing Chen Dingye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Dingye’s eyes were blind, dull as wood or stone, white hair falling over his shoulders, gripping his sword, seated calmly. The generals surrounded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian looked at him—at his fate—at his father—at his enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Dingye rose, leaning on his sword, sneering: “All of you are here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then come!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dharma forms of Qiongqi and Poison Dragon roared skyward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phoenix, Crimson Dragon, Suanni, Canglang, Tiger, Black Panther—the aura of the realm’s greatest generals surged upward, dyeing the air with fierce, grim martial energy. Chen Dingye himself raised his sword and charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he stand against so many famed generals?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The foremost generals struck, pouring out their pent-up rage. Fan Qing’s history, Yue Qianfeng’s bitterness—Chen Dingye’s body was carved with sword and blade wounds, blood streaming. His aura faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, through the shouts, came a familiar presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Dingye seemed to hear a voice from long, long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian gripped the Canglang Blade. He had asked Li Guanyi to let him end it himself—so Li Guanyi held back. Behind Chen Wenmian, the Canglang Dharma form erupted. He held the blade, staring at the white-haired, broken Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian could not name his own feelings—only his eyes burned red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It must end…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Dingye!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single, almost invisible tear glistened at his corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Canglang’s roar surged skyward, crashing down—yet in that instant, the staggering Chen Dingye seemed to return to his peak after mastering the Forbidden Art. In a flash, he shifted form, raising his hand to grasp the Canglang Blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to catch this blow, he left his back defenseless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Chen Dingye, Fan Qing, Yue Qianfeng, and others brought their weapons down with full force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tore through his qi, piercing his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood gushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian stared at Chen Dingye. Chen Dingye clutched the blade, a faint smile on his lips. His eyes, utterly destroyed by the Fei poison, stared forward—yet still held a look of supreme disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, with a violent surge of force, Chen Wenmian’s body was dragged closer, allowing him to see Chen Dingye more clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Dingye expended his final ounce of strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his foot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kicked Chen Wenmian square in the chest, pouring every last breath, every last drop of his blazing blood into the blow, sending the Seventh Heaven Divine General flying out of the chamber and crashing to the ground. Chen Dingye plunged the Gray Wolf Blade into the earth, gazing down with haughty disdain, and said softly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anyone may kill me. I may die by any hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But never by yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, this had been Chen Dingye’s desire—to lose his father, his mother, his maternal grandfather, and then personally kill Chen Wenmian, leaving himself without weakness. But now, thinking on it, such a thought was utterly dull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too dull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Wenmian coughed violently, struggling to rise, watching as Chen Dingye turned away with cold indifference. The eunuch supervisor struggled up and shut the door. In the end, Chen Wenmian saw only Chen Dingye’s calm eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Live in this world, carrying the regret of failing to kill me—and the relief that you ultimately did not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had you killed me, after defeating Jiang Su, you would have lost all reason to live, wouldn’t you, Dantai Xianming? How truly did you raise him into a gentleman…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Dingye’s eyes were pitch black, “watching” the child in his memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not approach to touch that child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He released his grip on the Gray Wolf Blade, turned, and walked away slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His spine straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chen Emperor stepped forward, each footstep leaving behind a trail of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mixed with the heroic blood spilled in the sacrifice of a nation’s death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My head is worth the greatest reward the realm can offer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chen Emperor swept his sleeve, the bloodstained fabric radiating a fierce, chilling aura. He sat upon the most ordinary stone in the courtyard of the small town, his voice calm and haughty as he spoke to the world, to the great generals before him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I grant you the title of Duke of Founding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?? Please vote for monthly tickets, friends~\u003C\u002Fp>",3570,"2026-06-20T19:20:36.387Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d831ca4fe22a57d73893ff5d8c03077cfe67e2584b02da119a3dbaf075221c21","the-peace-decree-chapter-529","the-peace-decree-chapter-527",593,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-peace-decree-cover.jpg"]