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"Should I invite him?"
Hong Yulong hesitated as he held an invitation in one hand and an Azure Wolf Hair Brush in the other.
"Of course you should. After all, he is considered a friend, and there are only a few of those," Hong Ling replied with a dismissive glance at Hong Yulong. The Hong Clan was large and prosperous, yet her son-in-law seemed utterly clueless about business matters. He constantly shouted threats and wore a stern expression that scared away customers, making him seem anything but a businessman. If this continued, Hong Ling feared that the Hong Clan might have to consider changing their heir.
Watching as Jing Dingdong came day after day, Hong Ling felt that her long-held wish was finally coming true. She wanted to ensure that there were no regrets and that they could invite friends over.
But how many true friends does a cultivator have? Unlike the Hong Clan, which came from a lineage of cultivators, most cultivators would have lost their parents to the passage of time long ago.
After much hesitation, Hong Yulong finally wrote two crooked characters on the invitation: Gu Ping. This only made Hong Ling sigh in exasperation.
He was already at the Peak of Nascent Soul, yet he couldn't even write properly. This was probably his first attempt at such a task.
As for the Night Emperor, she knew little about him. The Northern Border Army had given many of their battlefield geniuses nicknames based on the Heaven and Earth Rankings. The Night Emperor was privately referred to as the Night Sovereign by them, while she was called the Red Emperor. There was also Wen Shiren, known as Wen Hou. Those individuals were all invited; it would certainly add to their prestige.
Hong Ling continued to ramble on about nicknames, which distracted Hong Yulong from his thoughts. It seemed that more and more cultivators were joining the military, bringing with them a hint of the rogue spirit from the martial world.
What about the Ninth Underworld? Mu Qinglong?
If she was the Red Emperor, then he must be the Azure Emperor. She couldn't understand how people could compare that guy to her Yu Long.
Hong Yulong's lips twitched as he held back the urge to interject, watching Hong Ling, who had been unusually cheerful lately.
Oh, he was mistaken; it was indeed that Zhu Xian Mountain. They privately referred to him as the Butcher, known for leaving no survivors. Wei Wuyou had a good reputation, often called the Wuyou Emperor, while Lu Chen Zhou was simply known as Mr. Lu, with many claiming he was hypocritical.
That Legitimate Eldest Son of the Great Qin Empire, Ying Zhan, had earned the title of God of War. After all, who could compete with those three thousand Nascent Soul Martial Cultivators?
Why was there no title for Gu Ping?
Hong Yulong asked curiously. He knew that Gu Ping was undoubtedly one of the strongest of his generation, and even in previous generations, it would be hard to say that Gu Ping was inferior.
He had once discussed Gu Ping's swordsmanship and celestial techniques with Night Emperor Si Dongli, concluding that it could make Ren He, who fancied himself a genius cultivator, feel ashamed.
Whether it was the Radiant Cutting Array or the Overlord Sword, even mastering just one would be enough for an ordinary cultivator to dominate their peers. Moreover, according to what Hong Yulong learned from Xiao Zhang, Gu Ping was adept at One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones and possessed powerful secret techniques like the Celestial Sacred Body.
As of now, no one had managed to force Gu Ping to reveal all his trump cards; he remained unfathomable.
That guy hadn't appeared on the battlefield for a long time; it seemed he was preparing something in secret. The person who had been following him closely, Ye You, had recently been spotted near Cheng Dao Sect in Xixia Town—another dangerous individual.
She wasn't Ye Youluo.
Seeing Hong Yulong's fighting spirit rise, Hong Ling remained silent for a long time. She knew that if it were Ye Youluo speaking, Hong Yulong wouldn't have made such a mistake.
Perhaps in this world, only Gu Ping could be measured against Ye Youluo; at most, there would be another butcher from Zhu Xian Mountain.
It was wrong. Recently, news came from the Northern Region about a guy claiming to be Wen Tian, who seemed to be like the Disciples of the Academy and sounded quite impressive.
That person, Hong Yulong thought for a long time, finally remembered seeing Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, in Tiandong City. There was someone who always followed Tenglan around, holding a sword and never shutting up about the Disciples of the Academy. He never expected that Mingdu had grown to such a level; time really flies.
With the Battle of the Desolate Mountains coming to an end, many began to officially step onto the historical stage. Those once considered geniuses, like Mingjing, had grown into banners that could stand on their own.
Those Coco might sound like interesting titles in the ears of cultivators, but in the eyes of soldiers, they were symbols of strength and guarantees of victory.
A war among various Daoist Sects had quietly begun, unfolding without anyone noticing, yet it sparked collisions in everyone's hearts.
They were just waiting for an opportunity—the Battle of the Three Realms would officially commence at some point; they were just waiting for that chance.
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