t a certain moment, he suddenly felt something in his heart and couldn't help but look up at the sky. In the far reaches of that celestial expanse, there was an extremely subtle response.His star towe..."Although business is business," Xi walked towards the door, then stopped and said, "I still want to ask you, don't you find this kind of life tiring"

"Tired"

“You’re just like a puppet made by our Mo Sect, seemingly destined to practice endlessly, with no other choice but to cultivate constantly.” Xi Ming said: “I've seen many hardworking people, but never one like you, who leaves no gaps for themselves. Isn’t there more to life than just cultivation”

"As I grow older, I increasingly realize that there aren't many things where you put in effort and reap the rewards. Cultivation makes me feel very fulfilled, and the power I gain from it gives me more freedom."

“What kind of freedom are you talking about” the playwright asked.

"Have you ever felt helpless"

Ximen thought for a moment: "I've had some."

"To no longer face those moments, that's the freedom I want," Jiang Wang said.

The voice of fate spoke softly: "No one can escape it."

“But if I try harder, perhaps those moments could be reduced. Just like the missing Zhu Wei, just like the captured Huang Jinmo. That should also be one of my reasons for diligently cultivating, shouldn't it” Jiang Wang said.

Fate merely sighed and said, “You do need to put in the effort.”

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Jiang Wang really needs to try harder.

Not even Jiang Wang now, let alone the former Marquis of Wu'an who had not yet left Qi, could have taken people away from Jucheng.

Even the future Great Qi God of War wouldn't be able to get this person from the Mohists, and even if the current Great Qi God of War, Jiang Mengxiong, himself opened his mouth, the Mohists wouldn't hand him over.

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This is something that's nearly impossible to do.

The reason Mojia has been able to ensure Huang Jinmo's safety until now and hasn't made her suffer too much is entirely because of the possibility of Huang Weizhen returning from her fantasy.

Jiang Wang Zhu Weiwo

It was never within the consideration of Mohist.

At least in this matter, the Mohists didn't need to consider them.

Xi De had left, and Jiang Wang said nothing. He simply continued his practice in silence, as he always did.

He can spout some big words, saying things like "everyone who makes a mistake should be held responsible."

He can stand on the moral high ground and criticize the unrestrained actions and arrogant attitude of the Mohists.

He could also speak harshly, saying that one day, when he had evidence to prove that Mo Jingyu's death was unrelated to Huang Jinmo and Zhu Weiyi, he would make sure everyone knew that the Mo family had made a mistake.

But what's the point

If it cannot be done, there is no need to speak of it.

He continued to transport dao essence, dismantling Dao techniques, and nurturing his sword.

And fate is walking its own path.

Qianjilou would never worry about business, no matter where it was located. This is thanks to the unparalleled mechanisms and ingenuity of Jucheng.

Like other schools of thought, Mohists were scattered throughout the states, serving in various positions. State academies were not without skilled researchers and renowned artisans. However, Jucheng always represented the highest achievement in mechanism art and puppetry, remaining the ultimate holy land for Mohist disciples.

During the Qian Jin Hua era, Qian Ji Lou rose to prominence, with branches spreading across the Five Domains and many countries. They sold goods that were "unavailable elsewhere" or "superior to what else is available," so the focus of Qian Ji Lou's business was never on customer traffic but rather on how to maintain good relations with local authorities.

Of course, the script wasn't going to take him to Bai Yu Jing Restaurant. Bai Yu Jing Restaurant was the main reason for his trip.

He would pick the stars from the sky for her, if only she liked them.

Whatever means you use.

Of course, within a proper and reasonable framework.

If Xi Xiangyi wanted to forcefully take it, she could have done so when she encountered Jiang Wang outside the city of Bu Xue. Facing a Dong Zhen-level puppet, Ming Gui, Jiang Wang at that time had no power to resist.

Rules are very important; they are the key to keeping the world running smoothly.

Now the protagonist leaves the tavern, and even the Star Moon Plains, heading for the Wanhe Temple in Xiang Nation. For a few days, a literary gathering is being held there, hosted by the envoy from Zhuang Nation, who is none other than Lin Zhengren, the first among the Eight Beauties of Xinan. He hails from Jucheng and is very interested in this event. After all, "articles spanning millennia" are a matter worthy of deep thought!

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“Literary gatherings, oh they are the most entertaining. A bunch of people who don't know good taste sitting together and admiring each other. Regardless of age or gender, the stench of pretentiousness fills the air. I love watching them, wearing their brightly colored masks, spewing nonsensical words, yet each one considers themselves superior and extraordinary. I love this naked hypocrisy... Come, Xiao Li."

Lin Zhengren sat on the high platform, silently whispering to himself, gently tilting the teacup in his hand downwards——

A shapeless mass of water, suddenly opened its pale blue lips, swallowing the spilled tea whole.

The officials from the neighboring kingdom of Xiang cast strange glances at him.

"My pet, he loves these kinds of elegant and refined atmospheres the most," Lin Zhengren explained with understanding.

"The minister of the Elephant Kingdom smiled politely: 'Your Excellency is so kind to treat the pet like this.'"

Had it not been for the nod from Mount Yu-Jing, how many countries would have echoed Zhuang Guo's diplomatic mission is debatable. After all, while Zhuang Guo claims to be in its period of revival, its influence has yet to extend beyond the western borders.

But as they were both in Dao's domain, the name Lin Zhengren was already well-known to them.

He is reputed to be an upright gentleman, kind and charitable to others, with a stellar reputation.

What is called the "Day of a Hundred Ghosts" where one governs ghosts with righteous energy...is also rumored to be a good story about subduing evil and upholding righteousness.

The Daoist art of commanding ghosts has existed for a long time. Those who practice this art and remain unaffected by evil are often people with strong integrity. However, someone as upright as Lin Zhengren is indeed quite rare.

But, bringing a ghost as a pet during the day, how does that feel so creepy!

“Where’s the talk of kindness I, Lin Zhengren, am just an ordinary man. The only principle I follow is to be honest in all my dealings…” Lin Zhengren said, then suddenly clapped his hands and exclaimed, “Good! This article is well-written. Reading it is like drinking strong liquor. I wonder who the talented author is”

He was highly organized in his official duties, hosting gatherings for officials, presiding over literary discussions, and engaging in exchanges of esoteric arts.

Who could know, with his breezy and light manner, the immense pressure he actually carried

It is widely believed that representing a nation on an embassy is a great honor.

Lin Zhengren, representing the Zhuang Nation, embarked on his first journey west, engaging in diplomacy across the land. He remained steadfast in his principles, showcasing national strength, and was hailed within as a once-in-a-millennium national prodigy, a sure candidate for the position of deputy prime minister, and the future Grand Prime Minister of the Zhuang Nation—at least that's how he was portrayed. But he alone knew the immense risks of this mission. The more acclaim he received from the public, the greater the price on his head in the eyes of Jiang Wang; the less fortunate his circumstances became.

In fact, neither Jiang Wang nor Zhuang Gao Xian had any reason to let him go.

He also found it hard to understand why, despite being so careful and intelligent, he always seemed to find himself in such terrible situations, every step a struggle.

The first of the Imperial Academy, the first of the National Academy, the rising star of the Yellow River Grand Tournament... A path paved with every step being a victory, how could it suddenly become a life-threatening situation

He was unable to escape, nor could he openly resist. He had to pretend to be eager and enthusiastic, dedicating himself to the state of Zhuang with all his might, actively reaching for that carrot dangling in front of him, one he would never truly be able to eat. He waited for this inevitable ending to play out.

But he found the only solution.

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He did nothing, for any movement would accelerate his death. He only let Jiang Wang know what Zhuang Gao Xian would do.

Jiang Wang would naturally avoid impulsiveness, and he would naturally avoid being framed or implicated.

Since he couldn't frame him, Zhuang Gaoxian didn't need to have Lin Zhengren killed.

If Lin Zhengren can survive this trip, then the title of Deputy Prime Minister of Zhuang Guo, studying at Yujing Mountain, and the blessings from Shenlin's resources... You, Zhuang Gaoxian, and Du Ruhui painted a pie in the sky, it's time to make it real!

In the low rumble of elephant calls, Lin Zhengren eloquently debated and praised literary works, chatting with ease with the literati from the Elephant Kingdom. Suddenly, among the onlookers gathered beneath the stage, he spotted a man with slightly cold features.

He remained composed, still passionately discussing the article, but now held the water balloon close to his chest.

As night deepened.

Jiang Wang sat in a high-rise building, leaning against the window, looking up at the starry sky.

A day's business had come to an end, the guests were gone, and the cooks and waiters all went to rest—the generous and wealthy manager, having bought several houses near the restaurant, used them for employee housing.

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Of course, the backbone of "Tianxia No. 1 Tower" was made up of those who lived in the tavern.

Lin Xian and Bai Yu Xia were on the eleventh floor, while Lian Yu Chan, Jing Li, and Jiang Wang were on the twelfth.

As night fell, Xi Ming returned to his own room. This was his last night at the Bai Yu Jing Tavern.

Jingli mumbled on the bed beside him, “Junior brother, I never knew you endured so much hardship. This will certainly affect your cultivation! The mattress is so soft and comfortable; I don’t even feel like meditating!”

Bai, the shopkeeper, was accustomed to a life of luxury and wouldn't stoop to anything less. All his living necessities were chosen as the most expensive ones. Take this Zhōngmèngjǐn quilt, for instance, or the Huangliang wood bed—all you had to do was lie down and fall asleep, waking up refreshed and full of energy.

Jingli could still mutter, thanks to his cultivation holding him up. He still wanted to have a few words with his junior brother before bed.

Jiang Wang manipulated starlight, constructing a star map in the depths of his consciousness. He casually said, "If you don't want to meditate, just sleep. If you're hungry, there's still hot soup and congee simmering in the kitchen. The stove on the east side is all vegetarian dishes."

I don't know where Guan Yan went on his travels. He hasn't replied to any of my letters in days.

He didn't learn any of the various secret techniques that Morie Haidoron had given him. He fulfilled his duties to the fullest. At his level, there was no need to learn every single secret technique.

Although Lao Long's skill level is quite high and he gives only the best, they aren't his ultimate techniques. Jiang currently doesn't look down on them.

It was the star chart's ancient structure, passed down from the ancient Dragon Emperor, that piqued his interest.

Of course, before practicing it, he also dedicated it to the Daoist stage, using the power of the illusory realm as a tool to check himself. As for the origin of this secret method being grand and benefiting the illusory realm... well, let's just say it's their loss. Anyway, in the end, it will all be mixed into the tide of humanity.

He had some doubts about the illusory realm of Tai Xu, especially after the Wei Guo group arrived. But at least so far, they were just doubts.

This celestial diagram's ancient technique received a bountiful response on the Dao Platform. The massive amount of Dao allowed his Dao Platform to soar past the seventh and eighth layers, directly ascending to the ninth layer. Coupled with his fame effect, he can now utilize a twelfth-layer Dao Platform!

As his understanding of the Illusory Realm deepened, Jiang Wang gradually grasped the purpose of the Dao Stage.

The level of the Taoist platform is basically related to the level of Taoism.

According to the four-rank twelve-grade Daoist cultivation hierarchy, the twelve layers of the Evolving Path Stage are already able to perfectly evolve any Level A Supreme Grade Dao Techniques.

But this doesn't mean that the twelve-tiered Dao Platform can't deduce superior Dao Arts, it just means that the lower the level, the more effort and difficulty it takes to deduce Dao Arts beyond its level, making it harder to achieve perfection.

For example, a one-tier Dao Stage could perfectly deduce lower-grade Dao techniques, costing ten units of power. To deduce middle-grade Dao techniques using a one-tier Dao Stage, the cost might be twenty, and it wouldn't yield a perfect version. Using a two-tier Dao Stage to deduce lower-grade Dao techniques might only cost one unit of power, and it could produce a perfect version of the technique.

The higher the level of the performance stage, the greater the amount of Taixu fantasy realm computing power that can be mobilized, and the better the effect naturally becomes.

Simply jumping from the eighth level to the ninth level requires 55 million points of the Tai Xu method. Because of Zuo Guanglie's legacy, Jiang Wang also needs 16.5 million points of law to be unsealed.

This is a test.

Before, he couldn't imagine when he would be able to meet the requirements.

Only a prodigious Taoist genius like Zuo Guanglie could effortlessly create various powerful Dao Techniques. It is through his originality and talent that he propelled the Dao Stage to eighteen levels high.

Just like Zuo Guangshus's performance on the stage has risen very quickly.

Those who create their own Dao arts like Jiang Wang are rare, and they can only rely on plunder to make offerings.

Of course, after several years of booming development, the current performance effect of the Taoist platform in the Illusory Realm is definitely better than that of Zuo Guanglie's time. Perhaps the difficulty of ascending the Taoist platform has also changed. The Illusory Realm has always been in flux. The ancestor Taixu who created the Illusory Realm himself was the one who advocated change the most.

Jing Li was wrapped in the blanket, lying on the bed, contentedly stretching her lips: "So happy..."

His disciples were really good to him, even hiring a master chef specializing in vegetarian cuisine to cook delicious meals for him every day. It would be great if they could bring the Master here too... However, the Master doesn't like getting involved in these mundane things, and I wonder if he could get used to it.

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Jiang Wang sank his heart into Xinglou.

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The ancient method of celestial chart deduction had already shown its value in the Illusory Realm of Vastness. Therefore, he could cultivate with peace of mind.

The so-called "star chart Xuan", the key lies in a "Xuan" character, which is the door to all wonders regarding the construction of the cosmic universe.

The ancient Dragon Emperor, Yuan Hong, observed the universe in a way unlike ordinary people. Since ancient times until now, cultivation has undergone countless transformations, and even distinctions between humans and dragons have emerged.

Jiang Wang also pondered for a long time, after repeated revisions and reconstructions, before he began his first "Xuan Gou."

In order to avoid being inadvertently misled or disturbed by the old dragon, Jiang Wang pondered over the entire process of cultivating the Star Chart Profound Structure ancient method alone, never asking a question nor revealing his progress to the old dragon.

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The reason why the method of celestial mapping is said to guide cultivators from getting lost in the cosmos lies in its core principle: it creates a unique and esoteric star chart for each cultivator, subsequently constructing a "doorway to myriad wonders" regarding the universe for them.

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When the Xuan Mi Star Chart is created, the door to the myriad wonders of the cosmos stands tall. Practitioners are then like having an eternal anchor point in the ancient star dome—from this perspective, its significance is akin to that of the current Starlight Holy Building.

But the significance of the Xuan Gu Fa of star charts lies in the fact that practitioners can step into their own mysterious star charts at any time, push open the doors to the wonders of their cosmos, and capture a specific location within the vast expanse of stars.

Ji Wang, using the Big Dipper as his foundation, has already completed his own mysterious star chart and is constructing his own cosmic marvel gate. At the same time, he is dealing with the ancient sea dragon in a haphazard manner, supplementing his knowledge of the Dragon clan.

"Young friend, you resemble me in my youth. Back then, I was full of vigor and ambition, a dashing figure who charmed countless dragon girls—"

“Actually, we're quite different. When I went out with my little brother before, no girls ever looked at me.”

That's because your method didn't work.

What method.

Have you ever studied any real magic

"Charm magic" Jiang Wang muttered, drawing the door patterns with a puzzled expression. "Men can have charm magic too"

"Of course," Old Dragon said with a story-telling air, "or do you think I would have known how to communicate and get acquainted with the Imperial Aunt of Tianfo Temple"

It turns out that this fellow stole the Heavenly Buddha's artifacts by seducing a nun who held the title of Imperial Aunt... It seems he truly understands the allure of men, or perhaps the charm of the celestial dragon

Jiang Wang shivered a bit, "To be called 'old woman' by you... That really means I'm old... right"

"You're still young, you don't understand." Lao Long said meaningfully.

"I don't really feel like understanding it either," Jiang Wang mumbled, finishing the inscription on the lintel.

"Hahaha." Lao Long chuckled like an impish elder teasing a close young friend. He suddenly silenced his laughter, becoming slightly more serious and saying, "Come to think of it, we've known each other for so long, I haven't actually properly introduced myself yet. Would you be willing to remember my name, little friend"

At this moment, introspecting into the depths of one's heart, amidst the intricate tapestry of the Big Dipper constellation, stands an ancient doorway etched with the boundless universe and glittering stars.

In the very center of the portal, within an elliptical seal etched into its core, stars rise and fall, wander through the heavens, following an ancient and enigmatic path.

The grand door to the universe's wondrous mysteries is now fully unveiled.

Jiang Wang couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having accomplished something great, and his tone became more relaxed: "Of course, I thought you wouldn't want to say."

The old dragon, Morihaizulong, laughed and said, “My name is Ao Kui.”

"Ao Kui..." Jiang Wang recited the name, casually replying, "Good name!"

But in the next moment, the gate of cosmic wonders that stood within his heart suddenly opened. An irresistible and immense force surged forth like a raging torrent. Before Jiang Wang could react, he was swept away like a tiny leaf on a boat, carried back against the current!

Regarding the need for a platform to be unlocked according to this protocol...

I designed a set of very complex algorithms, so complicated that I myself get dizzy. Kinda silly, huh

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Just don't follow suit, and see the result.Chong Xuan Zun... In these highly controversial plots, I have never said how it would go afterward. I just silently wrote the entire plot line and then jumped out and complained - look, it's your impa...