any other text you'd like me to translate!Sun Xiaoman simply sat on the ground, a silver small hammer swaying at her wrist. She used her hand as a pillow and leaned her head against her mother's knee...For the vast majority of attendees at the Dragon Palace banquet, Lin Zhengren was merely an insignificant footnote.

Besides Bei Gong Ke's few words of concern, which hit the spot about his lung injury, Sheng Xue only gave him a second glance. She was probably thinking, 'How come this guy didn't just cough up blood and die on the spot'

Zheng Xuan remained impassive, sipping his wine slowly. In this world, the vast rivers and flowing time, the tides of fate, were all contained within that cup.

Who is the contemporary Marquis of Bo Wang

He is not like Champion Marquis or former Martial An Marquis who are indifferent to official duties and proud of their position, acting like they are on duty when attending court.

He actively participated in politics and grasped the political landscape. In a very short time, he completely digested the political legacy of his predecessor, the former Duke of Bo望, and grasped the political resources accumulated by the Xuan family over generations. He thrived in the treacherous court like a fish in water. Through official channels, he supplemented his cultivation and achieved a state of perfection that was almost divine.

Even when he was unknown, he could leverage his power and influence the war of Qi Yang to accumulate political capital for himself.

By now, having inherited the title of Marquis of Juebo and married into the family of Yi Xingchen, a high-ranking official who advises the emperor on political matters, his political influence is terrifyingly vast.

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As a true high-ranking imperial official, he could influence the Empire's decisions and even guide the nation's course!

Lin Zhengren made an excuse to leave his seat, and of course, he could see it at a glance.

But does not intend to interfere.

The situation has developed to the point where it is no longer something that Lin Zhengren can influence.

Lin Zhengren is a smart person.

Wise people make the right choices.

Compared to those fools who act impulsively, the actions of a smart person are easier to predict—of course, provided you're smarter than them.

On stage, Dou Shao and Ye'er's words grew increasingly fierce, both intent on engaging in a verbal battle.

Everyone is paying close attention.

Fu Yunqin suddenly spoke up, "Taking life is not the original intention of a gathering of celestials. It's our responsibility in the Dragon Palace to ensure no one dies in battle. I regret to inform you that your duel cannot proceed."

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Dou Zhao glared at him, discontent: "I willingly chose to fight and die. Life and death are not the responsibility of the Dragon Palace. Steward Fu, isn't this play of life and death more interesting than sword dancing"

"Fu Yunqin said calmly, "The Dragon Palace banquet is held to cultivate geniuses, not to eliminate them. After leaving the Dragon Palace, you are free to do as you please. Life and death are fate, survival of the fittest. But within this Dragon Palace, I have a responsibility to protect each and every one of you. You can spar with each other, but when it comes to life and death, I will intervene."

Neither the death of Ye'er by Dou Zhao nor Chu Guo acknowledging the Three Fragrance Lou would please Longgong in the Changhe River.

So his attitude was very clear.

Dou Zhao put down his wine glass: "That's too boring!"

"Young Master Dou seems to think he can certainly kill me." Ye'er chuckled softly, "The affairs of the world cannot always go one's way. I have long since gotten used to it, but Young Master Dou has yet to."

Dou Zhao grinned: "You're all used to this world, I'll make this world get used to me."

He turned his head to look at Fu Yunqin, his tone arrogant and undisguised: "When you can't interfere anymore, I will definitely kill someone in this Dragon Palace for you to see."

Fu Yunqin showed no anger: "This old man will wait and see."

The Dragon Lord in the palace silently shifted his position, sitting beside Lady Jade True of the Washing Moon Hermitage. In this situation, he softly sighed: “This sword dance is not worth seeing, it lacks the thrill of life and death, and it's rather bland.”

To be honest, this topic was opened very naturally.

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In Yu Zhen's eyes, clear as water, innocence and curiosity shone through: "Are you challenging Dou Zhao to make this banquet more exciting"

Long Bo coughed lightly: "Forget it, the Dragon Palace forbids private fighting. After the Dragon Gate opens, there will be many opportunities to obtain rare treasures."

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The voice of Emperor Longhe echoed from above: "Today is a good day, this feast is a family gathering. I want to have a few heartfelt words with you all - today's scene, unprecedented for millennia, the world is at peace, and the rivers and seas are calm. I emptied the Dragon Palace treasury to entertain you descendants. My heart desires nothing, only that the world remain peaceful, and you young ones can grow strong and not disappoint the sacrifices of our ancestors."

"The prosperity of humanity brings great comfort to my heart. The light of humanity, just like a bright candle, can illuminate all corners of the world, bringing brightness to past and present. This is not something that has come about without the selfless sacrifices of our forefathers and the tireless efforts of those who followed."

Her crown swayed gently: "In past years, I've seen many talented dancers who are now gone. It fills me with sorrow. I want to see Jiang Wang dance with his sword, for the same reason. It's not just about remembering the past, but also reflecting on the present and looking forward to the future. Unfortunately, Jiang Wang is out due to an urgent matter... does anyone wish to take his place"

The palace was eerily quiet for a moment.

Nobody wants to be a substitute for the Yellow River's leader, nor do they want to entertain others in their leisure time.

Only Ye Qingyu felt a slight tightening in her chest. She didn't want people to guess too much about Jiang Wang's whereabouts, but Long Jun always loved to mention it...

She nodded lightly, her clearly defined jawline tracing a graceful arc in the air.

Her voice, like a clear stream flowing out of the forest, said: "If Dragon King does not find it objectionable, I would be delighted to play a piece on the qin for you."

“Great!” Huang Sheli called out first.

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She was angry with Jiang Wang, but she wouldn't hold a grudge against Ye Mei Ren. So she moved closer, taking Jiang Wang's place, and looked at Ye Qing Yu with anticipation: "I love music all my life, I am ready to listen!"

Master Zhong Xuan had heard of Jiang Wang's "Qiao Yan Jun" long ago and had even secretly investigated it. At this moment, he was enthusiastically supporting her: "A country on the clouds, a spring breeze that melts frost, this marquis is full of anticipation and wishes to hear the immortal's voice!"

"Eh Xu Xiangqian let out a light snort. This fat man has been acquainted with this young master for some time, and he has a bit of culture. Spring breeze melts the frost... Well, this sentence can be... copied... and adapted!"

From atop his throne, the Dragon King of the Grand River declared: "The Lingxiao Palace is close to our Dragon Palace. Music and rituals are the blessings of humanity. My joy knows no bounds! Please, hasten their arrival!"

At this moment, the nun from Xiyue Temple also spoke: "Today is a good time and occasion. With such joy, how could we not dance Miss Ye has this elegant intention, and Yuzhen wishes to dance with you."

"Wow!"

"Huang Sheli clapped his hands together, turning red with excitement: 'Both of you are peerless beauties, one playing the qin and the other dancing. Could this be a scene from heaven itself Now I understand what it means to attend a banquet in the Dragon Palace! Huang Mou has truly come to the right place!'

Long before the Yellow River Gathering even began, Zha Wu-Yan was capable of achieving divine manifestation. Because his knowledge was too vast and his choices too numerous, he struggled to decide which path to take, leading to a period of confusion. After traveling thousands of miles, experiencing the diverse wonders of the world, and diligently practicing in seclusion at Tianbei Snow Range, he finally attained enlightenment through contemplation and integration. This led him to "amalgamate teachings from a hundred schools and forge his own unique path," achieving the state of divine manifestation.

In terms of worldly wisdom, she surpassed Xu Xiangqian by a great deal. Xu Xiangqian relied on his simple moral principles and thick-skinned demeanor to navigate the world. He was sincere and reckless, lacking any profound wisdom.

When Jiang Wang left the country, she had already guessed that this was Jiang Wang's preparation for drawing his sword to fight Gao Xian. Xu Xiangqian may have said something like "My brother lives a free life"... Today, as soon as Jiang Wang made a move, she felt it. Although she didn't know where Jiang Wang got the confidence...

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The reason why I pulled Xu Xiangqian into this was because the matter at hand was too difficult, and it wasn't something Xu Xiangqian could bear alone. If things failed, both Xu Xiangqian and Jiang Wang would end up buried together on Gushan Mountain. If things succeeded, even if Longmen Academy and Qingya Academy combined their efforts, they wouldn't be able to protect this hefty sum of money.

No matter what, she didn't want Xu Xiang to walk down a path of no return. So she and Jiang Wang tacitly understood each other.

But this kind of "understanding," especially, is regrettable.

At this moment, she couldn't help but sigh: "This scenery and atmosphere are unparalleled, it's a pity that Jiang Wang is not fortunate enough to enjoy them."

"It's fine." Xu Xiangqian waved his hand grandly beside him, full of vigor: "I will record it in a poem and, later on, share it with him for appreciation, allowing him to truly experience it!"

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Face without expression, silent.

Ye Qingyu sat gracefully before the table, her posture elegant. She spoke softly: "It's wonderful that Master is willing to join in. However, I fear this Buddhist chant will not harmonize well with my melody. The piece I intend to play... is not pure."

Yu Zhen looked at her, only feeling that this woman was truly peaceful and beautiful. He couldn't conjure up any ill will towards her. How could there be someone in the world so pure and unblemished

She had never walked on muddy ground, she was born in the clouds.

Even though dust and dirt may cling to socks, this heart remains unburdened by worldly affairs.

It's so clean!

The nun at the Xi Yue Monastery, with lips as red as cherries, gently replied, "I came to the Xi Yue Monastery not for purity."

Ye Qingyu also looked at her, and in the quiet stillness separating them, she saw a brilliant vitality. She thought she was living very earnestly, she thought she had bloomed alone for a long time.

She pursed her lips and couldn't help asking, "If Xiuzhen isn't for purity, then what is it for"

Yu Zhen clasped his hands together: "Let the donor know--the Buddha loves all beings, of course he wants to save all living things, and also himself."

Ye Qingyu also clasped her hands in return and simply said, "Please."

She separated her jade-like palms, taking out the qin that Jiang Wang had gifted her.

When the attendants at the Dragon Palace had cleared away her dinner table, they brought in a music stand for her and let her place her harp on her lap.

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This qin was made by a famous craftsman from the Xia dynasty.

It is a piece of camphor wood rescued from the fire. A zither was made from it, and because the tail of the zither remained charred, it was named "Jiao Wei" (Charred Tail).

Jiang Wang and Chong Xuan led their armies to conquer Xia, and the latter plundered quite a lot of good things. He only picked out a few as gifts for An'an Qingyu.

He actually didn't know if Ye Qingyu could play the piano. He just thought this piano was beautiful, even the cracks were graceful and matched Qingyu very well. Even hanging on the wall as a decoration would be good, so he gave it away.

But unexpectedly, Ye Qingyu started to learn the piano from then on.

Having adjusted the tuning pegs and tightened the strings, Ye Qingyu took out another beautiful orb from a celestial blue jade case. It was inlaid with strands of silver-white silk, and she placed it on a corner of the table—

This was the first gift Jiang Wang had given her, a naturally-occurring artifact called Ding Fengzhu obtained from the hidden star world.

She held it dear, playing with it constantly. Now she took it out to settle the wind, so as not to disturb the sound of the qin.

After doing all of that, she cleansed her hands with a spell, and then held her finger poised over the string, waiting patiently for Yu Zhen.

Yu Zhen Nv Ni rose from her seat, like a figure stepping out of an ancient painting illuminated by a quiet lamp, and entering the bustling world of mortals. Step by step, she walked to the center of the vast hall.

Eyes met—

She is a beauty adorned in rouge and jade, a vision of loveliness in this world.

Ye Qingyu's slender fingers turned —

Winter is coming!

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The moment the string was plucked, it transformed from stillness to intense movement in a flash, as rapid as raindrops striking glazed tiles.

That voice was also sharp, its meaning weighty.

Fingers flew across the keys, each strike resounding louder than the last.

Just a song——

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《The Music of Breaking the Army in Battle》!

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Above the great position, the expression of Changhe Dragon King could not be seen.

Would this piece composed by Lieshan prior to the great war move her

In the midst of this intense music, Yu Zhen moved.

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As if the wind rustles through a bamboo forest, with waves surging across thousands of miles.

She wore a gray monk's robe and ordinary cloth shoes, her appearance was so plain that it reached the extreme. But with just a step, she moved with an alluring charm, leaving behind strands of worldly desire, swaying with all sorts of allure!

Extremely alluring, extremely enchanting, extremely beautiful.

Yet, within this Dragon Palace, a heavenly demon dance was performed.

People only now realized that throughout the long years, Xinyue Monastery had always been at the forefront of fighting demons.

Xiyue Temple has a terrifyingly powerful bodhisattva, rumored to have half a foot already in transcendence. The number of heavenly demons he has vanquished is uncountable. In that hidden bamboo grove, countless studies on heavenly demons are conducted, which is no surprise at all.

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With the thought of enlightenment, taming the dance of heavenly demons, and the scattered pearls and jade fragments of "The Music of Breaking Through Armies," they surprisingly blended perfectly, making one intoxicated as if in a daze.

This is truly a breathtaking underwater palace!

Tick!

A drop of true blood fell from the sky, scorching the space until it was dry and cracked.

Han Xu's flat crown had been knocked down, the black background and yellow sash of his imperial robe reduced to a few tattered scraps barely covering his shame.

The emperor, with a body worth ten thousand golds, finds it hard to command majesty.

At this time, his temples were scattered with hair, his face was ashen, and his breath was visibly weak.

Unarmed and with unsteady steps.

Several puppets of divine levels, their ranks already stripped bare. The elaborate organ array specially crafted by the Mohists, a set that cost a fortune, couldn't hold back Zhuang Gaoen for long.

He had to admit that, as a real person, he was not yet JZ's opponent for the time being.

That, after all, was under the overwhelming pressure of the former Emperor Han Yin who never gave a chance to breathe...still risking his life to achieve enlightenment.

This opponent has only recently become truly powerful, and in the direct confrontation, he blocked Emperor Han Yin's

attack. This allowed him to reclaim his national strength and develop his tactics of crafting armor.

In his plan to usurp the throne by killing his father, Zhuang Gaoxian was the absolute mainstay.

He previously believed in Zhuang Gaoxian's abilities, and now of course he wouldn't underestimate him.

> Because he never underestimated the situation, he dared to take such a risk and put his life on the line!

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He... after all, escaped!

Ahead, not far away, lies Yongtu. Safety is no longer a concern.

Zhuang Gao was bold enough to pursue Yong Jing, he dared immediately gather the forces of the world and exhaust the country's armies, fiercely counterattacking. Let alone relying on Mo Men who established their sect in Yong soil!

"Han Xu! Your time has come to an end!"

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Then, from behind him, came Zhuang Gaoxian's voice.

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Han Xu stumbled back several steps and suddenly turned around. All he saw was Zhuang Gaoxian's unremarkable, affluent official-like face, and... a fist that was relentlessly approaching, constantly enlarging, and resolutely smashing into his chest!

The tremendous explosion obliterated the air.

Circles of air, pushing aside the clouds.

Feeling the revolutionary crack of the fist, Zhuang Gaoxian couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He shattered the blood-and-flesh puppet hanging from his fist completely.

He had underestimated Han Xu. In the midst of this bloody battle, he could still come up with a way to survive at this juncture.

...even hiding a counterattack...

But that's all for now.

In the midst of constant pursuit and opposition, he has seen through Han Xu's cards. There is still a distance to Yong Kingdom, and he will not give any more chances. For this, he will not hesitate to show his trump card, which he has never shown to anyone!

With a single step, they had traversed the space. All distances were disregarded, and with a mere extension of their fingers, they pressed upon Han Xu's heavenly spirit.

At that moment, a shout of anger suddenly rang out: “Don't harm my master!”

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A flash of blade light sliced through the air, stopping just before his palm.

At this time, the one wielding a sword and charging was none other than Xue Mingyi, the Martial Marquis of Yong Kingdom!

Zhuang Gaoxian crushed the sword light with his hand, ready to kill this person, but stopped in his tracks.

Because right behind Han Xu, one after another powerful figures from Yong Kingdom came out.

Yong Guo Province Body Lord Yao Qi!

Yong Guo Chengde Marquis Li Ying!

The Honorable General Jiao Wu, Duke of Yong!

The valiant Marquis of Yong Guo, Lang Xiaoshù, stands ready to defend his country!

The prime minister Qi Maoxian of Yong Nation is virtuous!

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The First Duke of England, Beigong Yu!

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