Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Qinghe Water Prefecture
also to protect this new body of his.The soul approaches the body, almost like water and milk merging together, like returning home.At this moment, he is Jiang Wang. From now on, he will be Jiang Wang...When it comes to the wealthiest places in Qinghe County, many people would think of the Qingjiang Shui Fu rather than the Cui family, the Lin family, or even the county magistrate's mansion. This is because all the treasures and wealth within the 700-li stretch of the Qingjiang River are concentrated in the Shui Fu. Its extravagance and grandeur are well-known throughout the world.
Nestled at the bottom of the Qingjiang River lies the Water Palace, subduing waters for seven hundred miles. The architectural complex stretches and rises, a sight to behold with its precious treasures and dazzling jewels.
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In a secluded side hall, a handsome man in fine robes sat regally, sipping tea with his head bowed.
And below, the emissary wearing a white bone mask spoke with anger and indignation: "Young Master, our previous agreement was not like this! We paid so much, why is the Qingjiang Water Tribe only swimming on the surface of the river"
The man in fine robes let out a satisfied sigh, "Mmm, this Jade Dew tea is indeed quite good, invigorating the spirit. Messenger, you truly won't have some"
The envoy, probably weary from speaking, lifted a cup of fragrant tea nearby and drank it in one gulp. He continued, “The Qingjiang Water Prefecture has always valued its word, as everyone knows. Back then, the Lord Prefecture made a promise to Zhuang Chengqian and, true to his word, led his entire clan into battle, turning the Lan River red with blood. To this day, people still sing his praises! Why would Young Master go back on his word Are you not afraid of damaging Your Lordship's reputation”
The Lan River is a great river in the Yong territory. The envoy's words refer precisely to the war of founding the Zhuang nation by the Yong Nation. Yong Nation employed both land and water forces, aiming to annihilate Zhuang in one fell swoop. It was precisely when the Water Master of Qinghe Prefecture fought valiantly for his clan, that he defeated the Yong Nation’s naval forces on the Lan River. At that time, the river ran red with blood, and boats were unable to moor. This removed the worries from behind Zhuang Nation's founding ancestor, Zhuang Chengqian, allowing him to go all out and ultimately successfully establish the nation.
And the alliance between Qingjiang Water Mansion and Zhuang Kingdom also continued from then on, all the way to the present.
The man in the brocade robe lightly placed his teacup on the table. Although a smile was still on his face, the atmosphere had changed drastically.
“The envoy reminds me of this. My father had an alliance with Emperor Zhuang long ago. If I agree to help you, wouldn't that be a betrayal of my father's word That would be deeply unfilial.”
"Come here," the man in fine robes tapped his hand on the table, summoning a guard. "Send word that Yu Yong's troops withdraw three miles and refrain from disturbing any life on the shore."
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“My lord!” the emissary in the white bone mask rose to his feet angrily.
“Enough acting.” The man in the fine robes extended a finger, stopping it before him. His expression was calm. “Right now, the entire Qinghe County army is on guard against us, afraid to leave their posts. You can do whatever you want without fear of interference. Your goal has been achieved, so don't be so… greedy anymore.”
“As we agreed beforehand, you were only supposed to make a random landing and cause some disruption..."
A man in a brocade robe interrupted him: "Do you think it's possible for us to get ashore Aquatic creatures out of water are like your human race without land, both losing their foundations. Unless you can truly make me decide to fight Zhuang Ting, but can you offer such capital"
The messenger's face was hidden behind a white bone mask, making it impossible to see their expression, but the voice came out as if squeezed from between their teeth, "What I give you, that is a whole Dragon Ball!"
“Indeed, a precious gift.” The young master of Qingjiang Shui Mansion smiled, a very satisfied smile. “However, it is only worthy of me doing this much.”
Seeing that the situation was beyond saving, the messenger wearing a white skull mask swept his sleeves and left.
In the side hall, left alone, the man in fine robes let out a cold laugh: “Someone so clumsy, dares to speak to me of honor”
At this moment, a majestic voice echoed in her ear, but the speaker remained unseen. "Qingyue, tell me your thoughts."
Lord Song Qingyue, the young master of the Qingshui Mansion, retracted his arrogance and sat upright. "The alliance between Zhuang Ting and my Qingshui Mansion has lasted for centuries, but they have grown increasingly arrogant. Now even Zhuang Gaoen dares to act as if he were our ruler! He recently sent word asking for my sister Qingzhi's hand in marriage, claiming that it would be an honor to make her his son's empress and forge a bond between their families…"
“I absolutely cannot agree to this. Back then, when my aunt married that Zhuang Chengqian, she poured her heart and soul into it, only to be schemed against and die in the cold depths of the palace! How could I let my sister repeat the same mistake I was just looking for an opportunity to take action and let that Zhuang scoundrel know who is in charge of these seven hundred miles of water. But the balance must be carefully considered, after all, the human race is powerful now. Even if we overturn the Zhuang family, other monarchs might not be better. The 30,000 navy patrolling the Qing River is just right. However, this Bai Gu Dao person coming to my door and offering the dragon pearl was truly a pleasant surprise.”
That majestic voice sighed, “Your aunt and Zhuang Chengqian were also in love back then. It wasn't that my father wanted to arrange a marriage... Forget it, let's not talk about this. Qingzhi, how do you plan on handling this”
Song Qingyue pondered for a moment and said, "Now that we've had a falling out with the magistrate of Qinghe County, and Zhuang Gaoxian is such a shameless person, it's not pleasant to stay in Qinghe City. But Qingzhi is just starting her education. My son suggests sending her to Fenglin City to study for a while before making other plans."
Then the voice asked again, "Why Fenglin City"
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"It's no use hiding from my father," Song Qingyue said, "This time, Bai Gu Dao even dared to send the Dragon Pearl. They must have a huge plan in Fenglin City, enough to shake the entire realm. But this also means that Fenglin City will be the most peaceful place afterwards, perfect for studying. Besides, it's also a little son's selfish thought. Qingzhi went to Fenglin City, so we can openly send people to protect her. Fenglin City is small and has no powerful cultivators. It won't disturb us at all. I can take this opportunity to find some clues about Bai Gu Dao and investigate their background. Bai Gu Dao's resurgence feels like there's a big secret behind it. Besides, Bai Gu Dao has a long history, they must have many good things. Demonic cultivators are enemies of everyone, one Dragon Pearl isn't enough to satisfy me."
Regarding Song Qingyue's intricate calculations with every step, the imposing voice refrained from comment, merely stating: "Water Department affairs have already been entrusted to you. You handle them as you see fit."
"Yes." Song Qingyue nodded. "Also, I've had someone deliver that dragon pearl to outside your secluded cultivation area. Remember to refine it."
“I’ve seen Dragon Balls, and some of their techniques have been erased by me. Rest assured, you can use them freely to save a thousand years of effort. As for me, I'm already terminally ill and there's no hope of becoming a dragon. Your aunt has been dead for two hundred and seventeen years and three months, and Zhuang Chengqian has also been dead for almost two hundred years. Of the old friends from back then, few remain. The reason I’m still alive is merely to keep living, and now I'm just here to escort you on this journey. Dragon Balls are good, but they are useless to me.”
The voice grew lower and lower, until it finally faded into a sigh and vanished in the side hall.
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And Song Qingyue leaned lightly against the high chair, suddenly feeling listless.
The messenger with the white bone mask left the Water府 and boarded a small boat. The boat seemed to be made of bones, but it was bottomless. It moved incredibly fast on the water. If it encountered fish or crabs that couldn't dodge in time, it would simply run over them, leaving not even a drop of blood.
The Skeletonless Boat quickly sailed out of the water. The messenger disembarked, and then the boat turned back into the depths, disappearing without a trace.
The messenger moved swiftly, his steps light and silent. He seemed to know the patrol routes of the Qinghe County army like the back of his hand, gliding effortlessly through the gaps in their positions. Before long, he had left the area behind and ascended a mountain.
This mountain, when viewed from afar, resembles a bull's head. Up close, it is also quite beautiful. The messenger walked to a stone wall and without stopping, charged straight into it.
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But within, there is a hidden world.
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Various bloody and terrifying murals covered the walls, and the long corridor was paved with blue bricks.
As soon as the messenger entered, someone greeted him and asked, "How is it"
The Bone Mask Man snarled, "That bastard Song Qingyue swallowed the bait but only lightly brushed it against the hook!"
That person said, "Song Hengjiang, that old thing, isn't dead yet. He won't let Song Qingyue run wild. We never expected them to truly tear their faces and fight with Zhuang Ting anyway."
"Though I understand, I still find it infuriating. Those were Dragon Balls! They've been extinct since ancient times, each one rarer than the last." The man in the white bone mask sighed.
"Since things in Xiaolin Town are settled, we've achieved our objective. These trivial matters don't need attention. Besides, our Dragon Balls, that little beast probably won't be able to handle them..."
"He thought he could toy with me, Bai Gu Dao, but he didn't know…" The man with the Bai Gu mask said this, then turned fierce: "When the Dao Child appears, the first thing to do is slaughter Qingjiang Shui Fu! Let the entire seven hundred li of Qingjiang become a sea of bones!", disregarding their majesty. She only looked at Zhu Weiyi, a tender smile appearing in her phoenix eyes: "See, you still wanted to escort your junior brother Jiang away alone, looking for an opportun...