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Chapter 128: A Nation for the Nation, a World for the World
Upon reaching the Golden Core Stage, even though Yu Wuxia had agreed to let Ye Huan leave, he did not dare to spend three whole months drifting at sea in a small wooden boat. Instead, he took one day to stabilize his strength and another day to refine a flying sword named Flame Sun. On New Year's Eve, without even checking if the 2012 Arms Compendium had gained any special abilities with his rise in cultivation level, he impatiently soared into the sky like a rainbow, heading straight for the Nine Provinces.
The name Flame Sun Sword was not chosen casually by Ye Huan; it was because the sword glowed a yellow hue and, infused with Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy, resembled a small sun that could shine brightly. Thus, when it was forged, the words "Flame Sun" were engraved upon it.
Standing on the Flame Sun and wielding the sword in mid-air felt exhilarating for Ye Huan. However, for Yuxu Peak's Yanyue, who had lost her arm, it only fueled her hatred. Therefore, at the moment she saw the Flame Sun Sword flying away into the distance, she resolutely requested the Elder of the Sect to allow her to descend the mountain for trials and took her master's letter to another country in the Eastern State.
At the same time that Ye Huan and Yanyue set off, an unparalleled disaster struck the Capital of Huaxia in the Nine Provinces Continent…
December 30th on the Chinese Calendar is the last day of the year, known as "the day when the month ends and the year concludes," also referred to as New Year's Eve. However, it is unclear when it began that many people in Huaxia Nation started calling New Year's Eve "Year Thirty," treating it as the most important day of each year.
In previous years, during this time, citizens of the Capital of Huaxia would prepare various dishes and set off fireworks to celebrate. Yet this year, they did not have to light any firecrackers; the sounds of catapults striking against city walls from soldiers of the Southern Xiongnu Empire were far more shocking than any fireworks. As for preparing meals, who had time to cook their last meal?
Consequently, many citizens stepped out of their homes and turned their gazes toward those on the city walls. As long as they were there, home remained; if they were gone, then home would cease to exist…
Feeling the weight of countless eyes upon her back and witnessing soldiers clad in armor charging toward them through a rain of arrows below the city wall, Zhao Ziyu truly did not know whether she should leave this city that had raised her.
"Little Princess, shall we still go?"
As Liu Ruyan climbed up onto the city wall and stood behind the little princess, she could feel the hopes of the capital's citizens as they arrived at the center of battle.
Knowing the identity of Liu Ruyan, Zhao Ziyu found himself at a loss for words. His gaze swept over the people around him: Ye San, Weiyang, Zuo Yi, Zhang Ren, and even Han Cai'er and Han Xuan from the Southern Xiongnu Empire.
No one had expected that when Huaxia Nation faced its moment of life and death, most of its officials would flee, leaving only two behind: Durei IV, Ye Huan's master, and Zhang Daren, whom Ye Huan had met during her first visit to the palace.
Now, Zhang Daren had been injured by an arrow during the last siege and had passed away. Apart from Durei IV, Zhao Ziyu found that only Ye Huan's friends remained by his side. This realization filled Zhao Ziyu with despair regarding Zhao Wujie's dying wish for the restoration of their nation.
After much hesitation, the young princess finally made up her mind. Although she did not respond directly to Liu Ruyan, she turned to Weiyang and said, "Weiyang, I know Ye Huan likes to call you Fatty since we've known each other since childhood. Can I ask you for a favor?"
"Please go ahead, Princess."
Looking at Zhao Ziyu in surprise, Weiyang suddenly realized that the once mischievous little princess had matured significantly. Her tone was now more polite, lacking the previous arrogance. Yet he also reflected on how much he had changed; after all, he had lost quite a bit of weight during the war.
Nodding slightly, Zhao Ziyu's gaze drifted toward a gap in the formation far below the city wall. She raised her delicate finger and pointed to that spot as she spoke slowly. "Weiyang, I will have Durei IV help you open a path from there. You must promise me that no matter what happens, you will take Aunt Liu and Little Leaf Le to the East Sea. If..."
Pausing for a moment and considering that Ye Huan might have gone to another continent, Zhao Ziyu continued, "If Ye Huan is not nearby, then you should find a place to hide with Aunt Liu! As long as Ye Huan is not back, you must not show yourself. Oh, and you all..."
Having finished her words, she lightly tapped her finger and pointed at everyone except Durei IV.
At this moment, those who knew about the ambiguous relationship between Zhao Ziyu and Ye Huan exchanged glances in silence before finally speaking up, leading to a heated argument:
"Princess, Weiyang should be enough on his own; let me stay!"
"Shut your mouth, Ye San! A cripple like you staying behind is useless. It would make more sense for me, who has already advanced to a Level Five Mage!"
"Weiyang, it's not reliable for Ye San to leave alone. After all, Aunt Liu still needs someone to protect her. How about letting Zhang Ren go instead?"
"I'm not going. If anyone goes, let the Han Sisters go..."
"What kind of joke is that? We're not going either..."
The shouts of battle echoed from below the city, and the arguments among the people on the walls were equally loud. As it became clear that they could not come to a resolution, Liu Ruyan, who held the highest rank among them, suddenly spoke up with a frown and said angrily, "Enough! Stop fighting! Ye Huan's father once said, 'Take care of your family, your village, your country, and the world!' Therefore, I have decided that today, no matter what, I, Liu Ruyan, will not leave the capital even a step. As long as the city stands, so do we; if the city falls, we perish!"
"Yes! As long as the city stands, so do we; if the city falls, we perish!"
Ye Le's voice rang out. Perhaps feeling bored, Little Leaf Le had also made her way to the city wall just as the enemy hurled boulders at it. She spoke with righteous indignation, nearly scaring Liu Ruyan out of her wits.
After all, being a mother took precedence. Ignoring the discussions around her, upon seeing Ye Le appear, Liu Ruyan hurried over and pulled Ye Le away from the city wall. It wasn't until they had descended that everyone finally reacted. The little princess managed to squeeze out a question: "Aunt Liu, where did she go?"
One by one, they shook their heads in response; no one answered the little princess. Instead, they pondered over Liu Ruyan's earlier words. Among them, Han Cai'er and Han Xuan perhaps resonated with Liu Ruyan's sentiments as women themselves and softly murmured, "As long as the city stands, so do we; if the city falls, we perish..."
If even a woman from another country felt this way, how could the men of Huaxia Nation—like Weiyang and others—not follow suit? Thus, they all voiced in unison: "Yes! As long as the city stands, so do we; if the city falls, we perish!!!"
Due to their loud voices, many soldiers turned to look in their direction upon hearing their cries. When they saw the little princess among them, a surge of fervor welled up within them. They raised their weapons high and shouted towards the sky: "As long as the city stands, so do we; if the city falls, we perish!"
This thunderous roar converged into a torrent that reached the soldiers of the Southern Xiongnu Empire not far from the city walls. Their charging steps slowed momentarily...
Meanwhile, out at sea in the East China Sea, Ye Huan stood on Flame Sun and gazed at the endless horizon with a furrowed brow. He muttered to himself, "Which way is east again? The sea really is something; it says it's cloudy and then it just is. Is it trying to make me lose my way?"
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