Chapter Sixteen: My Heart Like the Moon, Yama Assembles

the enormous, beast-like Pig Bone Face outside the mine entrance, and then he thought about the ancient, secret poison of the Daqi imperial family that was burning within him—that terrifying plague th...“Aren't you going to say, 'A person is reflected in their handwriting'” Lian Que glared, he wasn't Chong Xuan Sheng after all. He knew his own appearance well. His hand had already silently pressed onto the book.

It seemed like they were ready to withdraw everything at the slightest disagreement.

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"The saying 'a person's writing reflects their character' is really true." Jiang Wang remained calm and collected: "Look at these characters, they twist and turn, like a dragon's path, with the power of soaring through clouds and mist! Ugly shapes are just superficial, the backbone is what truly matters! Besides someone as tenacious and talented as you, who else in the Liang family could write with such vigor"

Then, the swallow was satisfied and let go of her hand, allowing Jiang Wang to pull away the book on nurturing methods.

Chángxiānsī is renowned for its elegant form and can be considered a prized artifact, but it hasn't fully achieved that status yet. It requires the refinement of time, the gradual accumulation of battles fought alongside its holder, and the shared growth between artifact and wielder.

There are ways to accelerate this process, especially since the Lian Clan is renowned as the sacred land of blacksmiths throughout the world and there's no shortage of relevant research. However, with Jiang Wang's previous strength, most of those methods wouldn't be effective.

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Cultivating with divine seeds the famous vessel is one kind of orthodox and grand method.

While Lianque, as the forger of Changxiangsi, knew the sword best besides Jiang Wang, naturally understood and tailored the most suitable care method for this renowned blade.

Though Jiang Wang pretended to disdain it, he was actually quite eager. He flipped through the book on nurturing techniques several times right there and then.

It has to be said, although Lianque might be considered ugly in appearance and name, his talent for forging weapons is astonishing. The entire treatise on nurturing techniques progresses from simple to complex, reaching a level of brilliance. Even someone like Jiang Wang, an outsider to this field, can immediately recognize its value.

Ever since, Jiang Wang relied solely on Chang Xiangsi's sharpness in battle, but the unique characteristics of its status as a famed weapon never truly manifested. With this treatise on cultivation, Chang Xiangsi is sure to reveal its true potential sooner than expected.

The sparrow is hot-tempered and not good at expressing himself. In many cases, he doesn't speak much.

Jiang Wang was also used to sparring with people like Chong Xuan Sheng and Xu Xiangqian after getting along with them for a long time, so he subconsciously wanted to argue. Luckily, the two were good friends, and Lian Que wouldn't really take it to heart.

"There's more," said Lian Que as he took out another square, slightly flattened iron box. "The things you asked me to make are done. This thing is somewhat vicious, so use it with caution."

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That's just how someone like Lin Que speaks, they're always so direct.

Jiang Wang reached out and took it, not bothering to look at it, and directly put it into the storage box: "That must be hard to handle, right"

"It's not easy...but it's not impossible for me." Lian Que said with a hint of pride in her sigh.

“Of course forging is no trouble for you, you are Lianque!”

Jiang Wang thought for a moment, then said seriously: "I won't use it casually. I just subconsciously feel that this thing is very rare and don't want to waste it. After thinking about it, only you can handle it well."

Lian Que opened her mouth and said, "The more you fight for a position, the more complex human nature becomes apparent. Now, when I hear what others say, I have to discount it in my heart. Only you, Jiang Wang, everything you say, I can believe."

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At the Lian family's ancestral rites, he was willing to die to clear his name. A person like that could only be convinced by someone who possessed something beyond power, wealth, or influence.

To be recognized by someone like a sparrow, is undoubtedly a delightful thing.

Jiang Wang raised his cup to the window and said, "My heart is like the moon, fortunate to have you know it!"

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Under the same round moon.

Yin Guan stood on the treetop, facing the bright moon. His eyes were distant, lost in thought.

The coroner, Wang, wearing a mask, sat cross-legged under a tree.

Like a low-ranking ruffian like Su Xiuxing, escaping was easy. He blended into the crowd like a stone sinking into the sea, leaving only ripples for a fleeting moment. They vanished as quickly as they appeared. But those of us known as "Yan Luo," we are beings the Beiyaguan expressly forbids being ignored, regardless of the cost. Life and death matter not!

Hell's gatekeeper, Yan Luo, is an absolute top-tier figure in the assassin profession. He's a master at hiding his tracks.

However, it was still insufficient in the face of Qi's formidable pursuit power.

Even the mighty King of Mount Tai could be caught hiding and brought to justice.

For every individual in the Gates of Hell, this is an extremely difficult day. They haven't been unscathed by the pursuit of national power before, but ultimately nothing came of it, and they were never truly held accountable.

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But this time was different. Everyone realized that this time was truly different.

This time, it's the state of Qi. It's the hegemon of the East Region, and the strongest in all the world!

However, despite being relentlessly hunted by heaven and earth, Yin Guan did not appear to be in the least bit destitute. He stood independently atop a tree, unafraid of exposure, even finding time to appreciate the moon. On his handsome face, there was not a trace of despondency.

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"How is it Is the new hand useful" Yin Guan asked from atop the tree.

"That's all right, after all, he's just an Inner Palace Realm expert." Wang, the officer in charge of investigations, sat cross-legged under a tree, his voice raspy: "I can't even remember what my original body looked like anymore..."

For most cultivators, if a limb is severed and cannot be reattached, their combat power will be significantly diminished. Even if they consume certain spiritual medicines that can regenerate lost limbs, it takes years to fully recover.

Any powerful individual, who has reached his level, has every part of his body forged and shaped through years of relentless effort. That time and sweat, once lost, are irretrievably gone.

But Officer Wang X修 had a unique situation: most of his limbs and flesh were "obtained" from others. This is also why he could decisively sacrifice a hand to give Yin Guan a chance.

Yin Guan didn't elaborate on the topic, but instead went straight to the point: "Then, let's gather everyone."

The coroner Wang then pinched his ten fingers, after a dazzling series of hand gestures, clasped his hands together in front of him, and then slowly drew them apart.

A silvery-white light curtain appeared between his palms. At first, it trembled slightly before gradually stabilizing. The light curtain was neatly cut into ten sections.

Among the six grids, a shadow appeared.

Yin Guan and the coroner Wang were also inside, taking up two of the spaces.

And the remaining four squares were occupied by four men wearing the same style of mask as Officer Wang.

They are——Emperor of the Song Dynasty, King Biancheng, King Dushi, and King Pingdeng.

This time, Qi State's actions mobilized seven Yama Kings from the entire Hell Without Gate. Among the Ten Halls of Yama, only Chujiang Wang, Yanluo Wang, and Zhuanlun Wang did not participate in Qi.

Although only five people actually made a move at Xiaolian Bridge in the end, their preparations were definitely thorough, leaving room for two more of Yanluo's forces.

Though the infernal gates seem impassable, Qi State still maintained a considerable degree of caution. However... now it appears that this level of caution is woefully inadequate. Perhaps they should never have taken that job in the first place!

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There were only six figures present, because the three Yama Kings outside of Qi State could not possibly cross the Qi State's protective barrier to communicate with them at this time. Especially during such a tense moment, it would be practically equivalent to directly exposing their location.

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...and the remaining grid space belonged to King Taishan...

These days, the hellish King Yama and his aides, who have been hiding everywhere like rats, are gathered here by a rare chance.

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As soon as he appeared, the Urban King fell silent and said, "In such a dangerous time, asking for communication, Qin Guang Wang, do you think it's appropriate"

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