e original artifact. These impurities all needed to be refined away by Qin Sang during the process of nourishing the sword with his primordial spirit.According to Qin Sang's estimation, the ebony swor...On the flying boat, the two people chatted happily and were about to become sworn brothers.
Their cultivation levels were similar, so they shared their cultivation experiences and insights, verifying their own understanding. They all gained a sense of enlightenment.
The flying vessel raced through the air, but it would still be a long time before it reached Hanjia Fort.
Qin Sang did not enter meditation to cultivate, he kept looking out of the flying boat.
White clouds drift leisurely across the vast, azure sky.
The ever-changing mountains and rivers, the dotted human villages—these scenes so different from the ancient fairy battlefield rapidly receded from view.
“Han Daoyou,” Qin Sang suddenly stood up, his face filled with apology. “I suddenly remembered something important, and I’m afraid I can’t return to Hanjia Fort with Daoyou. In the future, there will be opportunities, I will visit.”
Han Zhu's master was stunned and hurriedly spoke to persuade him, "Qin Daoist, what urgent matter could possibly require you to leave so hastily Qin Daoist saved my life, yet I nearly repaid kindness with enmity. I haven't even had the chance to apologize to Qin Daoist. Besides, there is also Zhen Ming..."
Qin Sang slowly shook her head.
"In Gulingshan, Qin merely raised a hand, and Han Daoist shouldn't mention the favor of saving his life anymore."
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"Moreover, this is not Han Dao-friend's fault. Back then, he guided me to the You Shanfang Market, and from there I embarked on the path of immortals. This was an opportunity that others would have eagerly sought."
"Qin has something important to attend to, so I'll visit Hanjia Fort another day to bother you. Then we can drink with each other and be merry, my friend Han."
As for Zhen Ming, things have passed so many years. What the truth is, doesn't matter anymore...
Hearing this, Han Zong pondered for a moment, glanced deeply at Qin Sang, and said, "I understand! However, Zhen Ming has ulterior motives and we must give Qin Daoist an explanation. Rest assured, Qin Daoist, I will handle this well. In any case, Han Mou will never forget your kindness, Qin Daoist. If you ever have trouble in the future, just send a message, and Han Mou will definitely lend a helping hand!"
Qin Sang nodded, jumped from the flying boat, and said, "Friend Han, farewell for now."
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“Until we meet again!”
The Han family head bowed and sent them off, then suddenly remembered something and shouted at Qin Sang's retreating figure: "Friend Qin, the capital of the Sui Dynasty has not yet been moved, it is still in its original location."
As night fell.
The capital city of the great Sui Dynasty, with thousands of households adorned with lights.
Qin Sang stood on a mountaintop north of the Imperial Capital, overlooking the majestic city.
He discovered that the present-day scale of Imperial City was at least twice as large as it was when he left. Even the pilgrimage mountain outside the city, Mount Chaosheng, had been enclosed within the city walls.
The prosperity is even more magnificent than before.
In just a few decades, it has developed from a war-torn city to what it is today.
The head of the Han family said that the empress was truly gifted, it was no exaggeration.
A sudden gust of wind, a figure that was hard to discern with the naked eye, drifted in like a wisp of clear wind. It was clearly a form of escapism technique. This person was not a martial arts master, but a cultivator.
Qin Sang withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to look at the person who had come.
"May I ask if you are Senior Qin in person"
Upon seeing Qin Sang, the man hastily bowed in greeting.
Who are you
Qin Sang sized up the person.
Judging by his appearance, he looked to be in his forties or fifties. He had a goat's beard and resembled a scholar. His cultivation level was not high, only at the eleventh layer of the Qi Refining Stage. He wore a brocade robe, which was exceptionally luxurious.
"Reporting to the seniors, I am a descendant of the Han family, and the current head of the family is my cousin..."
The scholar described his origins and took out a letter, presenting it with both hands to Qin Sang.
“The head of the family ordered me to deliver this letter to Senior Qin and report to Senior Qin.”
“Back then, Zhen Ming's younger brother lacked the necessary qualifications. Zhen Ming wanted to help his younger brother enter the inner sect by taking advantage of the opportunity to recruit guards in two years. Afraid of being replaced, he resorted to a despicable act of deception.”
The Patriarch has dealt with the matter according to clan rules.
The wicked shall be punished.
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Furthermore, his descendants were stripped of their cultivation levels and expelled from Hanjia Fort, left to fend for themselves.
Qin Sang listened to the scholar's recounting while unfolding the letter.
This is a handwritten letter from Han Zhu, filled with gratitude and apologies, as well as an invitation for Qin Sang to visit Hanjia Fort.
Qin Sang put the letter away and bowed to the scholar: "Thank you, friend, for running this errand. Please also tell Master Han that Qin appreciates him upholding justice. When I have some free time, I will definitely visit."
"This junior obeys!"
The Confucian scholar paused for a moment, seeing that Qin Sang had nothing else to say, so he tactfully withdrew.
The Grand Sui Dynasty, Ministry of State.
It was already late at night, but the study was still brightly lit. A white-haired old man was hunched over his desk, writing furiously. On the table before him lay a mountain of documents.
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The old man put down his pen, blew dry the ink, folded the paper, and put it into an envelope.
At that moment, the old man suddenly frowned and coughed violently. He covered his mouth with his hand, suppressing the sound of his cough so that those outside wouldn't hear it, and it took him a long time to finally calm down.
"Alas! Time flies!"
The old man lightly patted his lower back, leaned against the backrest, closed his eyes, and said softly: "Daughter-in-law, bring a few candles to change, and brew another pot of invigorating tea..."
"Creak!"
An elderly woman came in pushing a tray of tea. Her eyes swept over the old man's face, and she immediately sensed something was wrong. She said with concern, "You're coughing again You refused to ask the official for two pills even though you need them! Holding on like this won't work! Didn't you say the official is getting increasingly fed up with you all and wants to retire from office Why are you still worrying about so many things"
The old man took a sip of tea, his face looking a little better. He patted the woman's hand and said softly, "Resigning from office also has to wait until I finish the emperor's last wish and inform his spirit. The foundation laid by the late emperor and his colleagues was built with great effort, and we absolutely cannot allow a tragedy of 'government stagnation upon death'. So for now, you have to bear with the government for a few more years. After things are settled, we will return to your hometown to live in seclusion and stay out of worldly affairs. The rise and fall of the Sui Dynasty has nothing to do with me anymore."
What's the matter with going to Mount Guiling
The woman massaged the old man's shoulders, "My childhood memories are all filled with hardship. When your troops attacked, I was even captured, and... you saved me, allowing me to live a peaceful life. Where are you Home is where you are. Oh Your husband wasn't buried in Cuiming Mountain Why not go to Cuiming Mountain then The scenery there is nice too..."
As she spoke, the woman glanced back at the study behind her.
It's strange, the Wu family's tablet only has one, and it's not enshrined in the ancestral hall, but rather in the study.
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What's even stranger is that the spirit tablet reads Wu Yuba, which doesn't sound like a real person's name.
Beside the spirit tablet, there was also a painting scroll that had been placed there for years, never unfurled. All one could see was the husband kowtow to it, but he never burned incense for it.
Throughout all these years of marriage, her husband had never mentioned this person's identity to her.
Several children, ordered by their husbands to bow to the portrait, curiously asked who the man in the painting was. Their husbands simply replied that it was their own master. When they asked why they should bow but not burn incense, they were told that their master was blessed with great fortune and would surely live forever.
This old man is Wu Zhuanzong, the beggar from years ago. Now he holds the official title of Grand Master.
Hearing the wife mention Cuiming Mountain, Wu Zhuanzong immediately thought of his old friend, lost in thought and muttering to himself: "I wonder where Master is today Has he become an immortal"a ‘clicking’ tremor, then collapsed with a thunderous boom.Smoke billowed everywhere.The next moment, a figure shot into the sky, followed by a burst of unrestrained laughter that echoed throughout th...