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The air of the Spring Festival felt particularly fresh for the orphans at Imperial Capital Mountain. Even in the face of the looming Great Qin Empire, the cold winter was vibrant and colorful, with the common people showing no signs of being affected by the ongoing wars.
Moreover, a piece of good news spread from the imperial court, bringing smiles to the faces of the citizens. It was a rare sight to see the entire city celebrating, and Gu Ping experienced it firsthand. The atmosphere was lively, and the children at Imperial Capital Mountain played with such enthusiasm that they nearly lost their way back home.
Due to the fall of Anping Pass and the stalled progress of the Nine Nether Alliance against the Qin Empire, their focus had completely shifted from the Gray Wall Defense Line to the Chengfeng front. A new war was about to unfold around Chengfeng, with defenses being prepared.
Bu Luo's previous defense of Chengfeng was no longer in charge; instead, soldiers from Guangming and Lu State took over.
At this moment, numerous forces intertwined to form various defensive lines in Tiandong, none of which had fewer than a million troops. The Chengfeng front saw both sides gathering over a million soldiers, with the Nine Nether Alliance beginning to gamble everything.
After all, at this point, the Nine Nether Alliance could no longer attack boldly as they did at the start of the war. They could not place all their forces at the forefront without concern for their rear. With three parties now involved in the conflict, the situation grew increasingly complex, forcing the Nine Nether Alliance to divert attention to protect their own territory from potential threats.
On the day Gu Ping was stationed at Gray Wall Defense Line, Wei Wuyou had visited once. He appeared alone at Gray Wall but went unnoticed by anyone except Gu Ping.
He thought that even if he didn’t show up that day, someone else would. By this point in the war, he had only seen Ji Xian once.
No, from the very beginning, he never intended to kill him or truly eliminate Zhu Xian Mountain. Bu Luo indeed had an opportunity then. Wei Wuyou glanced eastward beyond Gray Wall, where soldiers mingled with old camp leader Dong Qi’s Wen Tian. After all, who could have imagined that Ru Ming’s Wen Tian could rival a Mahayana Practitioner or even be more terrifying than one?
Wen Tian was no longer just Wen Tian; he was strong enough that when Ming Shi could contend with him, there were only two who could match his prowess: him and me.
He didn’t want to discuss matters of war with me; it was merely a dignified gamble for Bu Luo. My presence was just an additional variable that had nothing to do with him. Wei Wuyou stood empty-handed; he didn’t know where his Forget-Me-Not Sword had gone. He had always guarded against demons in Nine Nether Depths but couldn’t afford to venture eastward without risking his position on that line—Ji Wuqiu had drawn a line for Ninth Underworld demons.
Gu Ping remained silent for a long time. He knew Ji Wuqiu hadn’t misjudged people; every individual who received gifts back then would not be ungrateful. Such a significant favor was not something one could easily forget.
Wen Tian did not keep quiet; the Academy needed him. At that moment, he could not leave, no matter what, even if it was Lun Tenglan, he would not be able to escape Wen Tian.
He might as well go.
The steps of the Gray Wall rose high, and Ye You walked step by step on the towering city wall, his voice penetrating the hearts of both.
I did not accept the Old Man's gift; I do not owe that person anything.
Wei Wuyou's group was persistent. I don't deny it. He did not wish for anyone to help him, but perhaps he hoped that the person who would help him had not accepted the Old Man's gift, so he would not owe anyone else a favor.
It doesn't matter; just consider it as if Gu Ping was not involved in that favor.
He would not help me there; everything depended on myself. He would represent the door in that war.
Was that war originally destined? I don't deny it.
Ye You looked at Gu Ping and nodded, showing no hesitation as Wei Wuyou prepared to join the battle.
Thus, they set off.
Wei Wuyou never dragged his feet when it came to work. That very day, he took Ye You away from the front lines, disappearing into the abyss leading to the Ninth Underworld.
As they approached their destination, Gu Ping recalled Street Bridge City. Chongming Pipe had asked Ye You to relay his message. They arrived at Yingdu, navigating through familiar paths to a once-familiar Residence. The name still resonated with familiarity, and he encountered a familiar face, yet it was someone he no longer recognized.
As he walked past the familiar face, Gu Ping leaned down and softly asked, "Tell Uncle, what is my name?"
His name is Zhang Yuchen, with "Yu" meaning universe and "Chen" meaning the time of dawn. Why would Uncle come to his home? The little girl bounced back into the yard, shouting loudly, "Uncle Mingguang, there's a strange uncle in the yard! I don't know what he's here for!"
Hmm?
The moment Chongming Pipe turned around and saw Gu Ping, he suddenly felt a surge of words he wanted to say, but they all got swallowed back down.
I have arrived.
He came late, but he never owed her anything.
Since I owe her nothing, why should I seek the bright moon?
It was merely a reunion of old friends. What about that girl?
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