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Chapter 227. Yin Ju's Future

[Correct answer.]

Intuitively, he was very satisfied with Jiang Jianxin's reaction speed.

It just goes to show that smart people are indeed smart; their brains are there, and even if they forget everything from the past, they can learn and improve faster than normal people.

Such a thing can be accurately judged with just a glance.

Jiang Jianxin knew that the world could change drastically in just a few months, but he never expected that such a big change could happen to a person in such a short period of time.

The woman wielding twin swords on the battlefield moved with practiced skill, cutting people down as easily as slicing melons; a single strike felled a large group of people. The twin swords traced crimson paths in the setting sun, each flash of silver accompanied by a burst of blood.

Can such a significant change occur in just a few months?

She asked her intuition in her mind.

Never underestimate the melting pot of our times.

Intuition stirred ripples deep within her consciousness.

War is like a tempering anvil—a sharp edge that takes three years to hone in peacetime can be forged and shaped here in just three months.

Jiang Jianxin didn't speak. She suddenly realized that what she was gazing at might be a microcosm of this crazy era—when the mask of civilization is torn apart by iron and blood, the most primitive survival instinct in human nature will give rise to a chilling evolution.

She should have realized this long ago, because this crazy era is infinitely similar to the cultivation world she originally lived in, where people also change at an extremely rapid pace.

Perhaps she will witness firsthand how the familiar world has been completely transformed, and how the personalities of familiar people have changed drastically, and these things are inevitable.

It seems that my old friend is about to embark on an extraordinary life journey starting today.

Jiang Jianxin sighed calmly:
It's a pity they targeted my faction.

Be confident; it won't long be part of your faction anymore.

Intuition speaks plainly.

[Didn't you already find a suitable company to switch to?]

【……Yes.】

Jiang Jianxin stopped wallowing in self-pity.

She stopped looking at the burning battlefield, turned and flew towards the Cangjiang River on her sword, sighing as she did so:

That's good; we all have a bright future ahead of us.

……

“Sizzle——————”

As Jiang Jianxin flew back to Haidu on his sword, he pressed down and swooped down, the green blade sparking as it struck the stone surface of the embankment.

She had just regained her footing when she saw Yin Ju leading General Qin Xuan as they walked out of the river.

Upon discovering that Jiang Jianxin had landed at the same time as him, Yin Ju's eyes widened. He nearly choked on the goji berry tea he had just drunk. He coughed twice, then pointed at Jiang Jianxin with trembling eyes and asked in surprise:

"No, what speed are you going?"

"Is this the speed a human could fly at?"

Jiang Jianxin remained calm. She sheathed the Tangguang Sword, hanging it at her waist, and slowly tilted her head, saying:
"Didn't I tell you long ago? I can fly much faster than you on a sword."

Yin Ju didn't say anything more, and the three of them walked down the embankment together. During this time, Qin Xuan's eyes were dazed, and Jiang Jianxin felt that she might not have recovered yet.

Yin Ju also realized that the commander-in-chief was not in good condition, so after arriving at the flood control office, he asked Xiao Zhang to arrange a separate tent for her to stay in so that she could rest for a while.

He then invited Jiang Jianxin to his office, because Yin Ju arrived late and hadn't quite figured out the general outline of the matter.

Jiang Jianxin sat down and explained it to him little by little, and only then did he understand what she meant.

"...So what should we do now?"

Yin Ju frowned as he drank his goji berry tea.

"With the commander here, will we be targeted by the Dream Weaver Pavilion?"

Jiang Jianxin shook his head and said:

"Dream Pavilion doesn't have time for that. There are still two players who haven't exerted their full strength in this battle for the cake."

"Don't question the TV station and Black Eye Pharmaceuticals' ability to stir up trouble."

She said.

"Just dealing with these two is enough to give the Dream Weaver Pavilion a headache. When it comes to orchestrating things, I wonder if the strategist behind the Dream Weaver Pavilion can rival the elite contingent of a legitimate, reputable television station." Yin Ju understood her meaning and guessed:

"Could TV stations also get involved and compete with Dream Maker for market share?"

"It should be, but Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals should have made the first move."

Jiang Jianxin said.

What she didn't mention is that, given the shrewdness of the TV station, it is likely to be a strong contender for the position of the fisherman, so it is highly unlikely that it will make the first move, but will instead push Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals to the forefront first.

Yin Ju sighed deeply and asked with some sadness, "Then... is it really impossible to protect our power?"

Unlike Jiang Jianxin, who had no feelings for him, Yin Ju had been part of the War Alliance since childhood and had deep feelings for it. He still remembered the years when he was homeless, how the Alliance took him in and nurtured him, and how he had witnessed the Alliance's glory within the organization and had aspirations for the future.

If the league truly falls, he will undoubtedly be the saddest person.

"It's highly likely that it can't be saved."

Jiang Jianxin's voice was very soft, yet it was like a dull knife slowly cutting through the stagnant air inside the tent.

She deliberately used the ambiguous word "high probability," but both of them knew perfectly well that being targeted by three major forces simultaneously meant that the alliance was like a paper boat in a storm, destined to be torn to shreds.

The Dream Pavilion's move was merely the first death knell.

Next, those hyenas that have been eyeing us will swarm in and chew up the Alliance's bones.

Yin Ju's fingertips caressed the thermos, the orange-yellow goji berry tea reflecting his taut jawline.

Outside the tent, the Cangjiang River, carrying silt from upstream, rushed past, its turbid waves crashing against the rocks one after another, breaking into whitish foam.

Jiang Jianxin looked at his profile, which was flickering between light and shadow in the water, and thought of how cruel fate had been to him, always giving him a little sweetness first, and then taking it all away with interest—just like now, the aroma of tea had not yet dissipated, and he was about to lose his place of refuge again.

"What do you plan to do if the alliance really falls apart?"

Jiang Jianxin asked.

Yin Ju took a sip of tea and said:

"I'm tired of wandering all year round."

"If the War Alliance is destroyed, I'll probably stay in Haidu."

He took a deep breath and said, still relatively calmly:
“I remember the first time I met Xiao Zhang, she said she thought I was so strong that I must be a Black Domain Lord who rules the Delta.”

"What was your reply?"

Jiang Jianxin said with some interest.

“I told her that her most urgent task right now is to uninstall the Red Persimmon free novel from her phone.”

Yin Ju gave a standard, veteran cadre-style answer:
"People have to be down-to-earth. Reality isn't a wish-fulfillment novel; the Delta isn't something you can just unify overnight."

The tea swayed gently in the cup, reflecting his lowered eyes and brows.

Those orange ripples seem to hold silhouettes of a boy's wanderings—a father submerged in a flood, blood flowing from sewers and ditches, and a sense of loss and an insatiable longing for "belonging."

"But if we stay in Haidu..."

His fingertips tapped on the rim of the glass:

“I will probably try to build my own power to take over Delta, so that I will have a stable ‘home’.”

These words were spoken lightly, yet they carried the weight of a stone sinking to the bottom of the water.

The tea reflected in his pupils, and the obsession within them almost overflowed.

For someone who has experienced a happy family life but has also spent more than a decade in loneliness and wandering, the longing for "home" is probably etched into their very bones—if they can't find one, they'll build one themselves.

"Who knows, they might actually be able to create a Black Domain Republic."

He suddenly laughed, but his laughter was tinged with bitterness.

"Why a republic?"

Jiang Jianxin asked:
"In novels, everyone is from the Black Domain Empire."

Upon hearing this, Yin Ju immediately straightened the collar of his executive jacket, and even his back unconsciously straightened.
"No, even if it's the Dark Domain—"

The tea rippled in his suddenly emphasized tone:

"It has to be a republic."

I'll update today's and tomorrow's episodes together tonight.