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Heavy snow weighed down the branches at the entrance of Plum Garden. The carriage arranged for Ying Wuyi temporarily housed them there, allowing them to settle for a while. After nearly two seasons of travel, Gu Ping finally led a group of children into the territory of the Qin Empire.
It seemed they had crossed two feudal states. How far had they walked?
Would they be there soon?
It had been three months already, and even Xiao Han was starting to doubt it.
A group of children followed closely behind Yang Yan, chattering excitedly. Bu Luo had already expressed his disbelief. This was their first time here, and they should be able to stay for a while. If they rushed through again, even the most energetic children would eventually find it boring.
Gu Ping awkwardly maintained a smile as Ying Wuyi emerged from Plum Garden to welcome them inside. Beside him, the Old Guard and Dong Yishi assessed the elderly man who had initially approached them.
Although it was difficult to discern Yin Tianheng's cultivation level, the subtle aura he exuded was enough to make Minghong feel the depth of his mastery.
Celestial Unity?
The Old Guard murmured in surprise; after all, such a concept seemed only to exist in martial arts novels. They had never heard of such an enigmatic realm in the Cultivation World.
Yin Tianheng casually shifted his weight onto his right leg, and a plum blossom happened to fall into his palm.
At that moment, the Old Guard felt as if he hadn't experienced a breakthrough in years; he sensed signs of breaking through his bottleneck. He quickly led the group into the living room and instructed an Eastern Person to prepare lunch before returning to his quarters to focus on overcoming his limits.
His father had sent him to the western town to meet them, creating an air of mystery. He wondered who they were; aside from his master, he thought those children could easily handle any common bandits.
Upon their first meeting, Ying Wuyi was startled by a group of children. To his surprise, even the youngest among them had already reached the Golden Core Initial Stage in their cultivation. Their rapid progress made Ying Wuyi, who was still stuck at the Late Stage of Golden Core, feel somewhat ashamed.
He couldn't help but thank Emperor Dong for this. Gu Ping bowed slightly in gratitude before taking a seat. The Two Realms War continued, and Yuanji had yet to reach the peak of the conflict. He wondered how many more children and guards would join them, hoping that Emperor Dong and Mo Qiu would eventually see them as burdens. Gu would be deeply grateful if that happened.
How could the Ying Clan hope to survive such a great calamity? Ultimately, they relied on their master, the great tree of support. Without it, no matter what the Three Thousand Sharp Warriors said, they wouldn't let their elder brother lead them into battle.
The combat power displayed by the three thousand Nascent Soul Realm Martial Cultivators had already made their strength known in that world. Last autumn, the Three Thousand Sharp Warriors single-handedly faced off against three thousand Nascent Soul Cultivators from the Ninth Underworld and a hundred gods.
Such power, even if not enough to challenge the Nine Nether Three Great Gates, would at least account for a significant portion of their core strength, leaving Zhu Xian Mountain and others in dire straits.
At the same time, the Great Qin Empire's border troops occasionally launched proactive attacks, alleviating some pressure on Anping Pass. Yan Dong was eager for spring to arrive; a new round of offensive and defensive battles was about to commence. Reinforcements from the other two major vassal states had already arrived; it remained to be seen whether Anping Pass could withstand the first wave of attacks come spring.
If they could hold out, they would endure. If not, Cheng Dao Sect would have to face the Nine Nether Three Great Gates head-on, with annihilation as a possible outcome.
No way! He wouldn’t allow anyone to compete with him.
Who said that? If he did, he wouldn’t give me anything.
At the Great Round Table, a group of children were fighting over several Sauce Pig Trotters, getting grease all over their faces.
"Don't fight! There's enough for everyone!"
Manager Uncle chuckled warmly, as if watching his own disciples. He kept calling out for Eastern Person to prepare more.
They were all my disciples. What was Jie Donglai planning? To establish his own Daoist Sect like Wei Guangming did back in the day?
Gu Ping played with the Zisha Teapot set aside, wisps of blue smoke occasionally curling from the spout, making one wonder if there was tea brewing inside. He tilted the teapot slightly, yet not a single drop of tea spilled out.
Perhaps, over time, the Daoist Sect would become like the academies, a place solely for teaching and nurturing. I don't deny it. Just like Ru Ming, who has Legs Covering the Sky.
Ying Wuyi did not dwell on that matter any further. Although it was the first time he had heard discussions about it, when Gu Ping spoke those words, Ying Wuyi realized that the era of the Daoist Sect had reached its end, and a new era was about to begin.
What about me? I know and I don't deny that everyone hopes for such change.
And what does it mean for him?
As Gu Ping placed the Zisha Teapot between his legs, Ying Wuyi suddenly recognized that the person before him was no longer the young man described in the imperial archives—one who would never reveal his emotions.
Having experienced various trials in the World of Mortals, Gu Ping had truly grown into someone capable of standing on his own, someone who could face everything head-on.
He could take up burdens and also let go of them.
What about Plum Garden? Is being a descendant of emperors truly enviable?
Gu Ping casually sighed. All along, his family had viewed him as a Dandy. Ying Wuyi felt a bit embarrassed as he rubbed his face, which felt somewhat flushed.
What is there to envy? They don’t know how many rules bind me. If only he had my strength, then those Old Men at home wouldn’t be so incessant in their nagging.
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