The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 254 The Qilin Steps on Water

Bing San's expression changed drastically as he looked at the figure. Almost instantly, he was completely captivated. His eyes lowered slightly, and he leaned against the gate tower of the village. His hands moved like butterflies flitting among flowers, forming ancient and obscure hand seals.

—This was the art of Qimen Dunjia that he had personally taught to Zhuge Liang in the past.
With the help of the abundant water vapor in this place, the 4,320 ancient Qimen formations are suddenly unfolded here!
The wind howled, the mist churned, and the azure, mysterious patterns spread rapidly like a living thing from the figure gently waving the feather fan, instantly enveloping the surrounding world.

C3's pupils contracted violently.

Because of Zhuge Liang's five-hundred-year-old reputation, when faced with this Qimen Dunjia formation that unfolded in an instant, he subconsciously chose the safest approach, crossing his arms, unleashing his inner energy, and steadily preparing for defense.

—And that's exactly why he got completely caught up in the situation.

Bing San's body stiffened, staring intently at Zhuge Liang in front of him. Under the weight of five hundred years of accumulated prestige, he dared not be distracted in the slightest. Zhuge Liang gently waved his feather fan, 'smiling' as he watched him.

However, the target of this vast and wondrous gate was not him. Kaiming subtly altered the perception and scenery around him. Seeing that he had successfully captured the guy's attention, Kaiming exhaled and whispered, "That's enough, kid, make your move."

Zhou Yan raised his eyes, made a hand gesture, and the river beneath his feet surged forward. The mist in the sky seemed to be summoned and gathered into clouds. Zhou Yan's figure was concealed by the water vapor and he instantly appeared on the high platform in the village. His finger was like a knife, and he cut the cold chains that bound Jiang Boyue without hesitation!

With a flick of his sleeve, the mist from the Shu River lifted Jiang Boyue's body.

Zhou Yan couldn't resist taking a closer look at this legendary figure.

This was an extremely old man, his face etched with the wrinkles and frost of time, his arms withered and bloody flesh, his chest cruelly ripped open, having suffered unimaginable humiliation. Yet his eyes were wide open in fury, and even in death, a fierce, powerful will, like a raging flame, stubbornly lingered on his mutilated body, refusing to dissipate.

Jiang Wei, also known as Jiang Boyue.

The last great general of the Han Dynasty.

A flame burned in Zhou Yan's heart. The young Taoist priest carried Jiang Boyue's body and remains with both hands to the riverbank in Shuchuan. He reached out and used magic to heal the old man's chest. He then reached out and placed his hand on Jiang Boyue's eyes, gently stroking them.

When he removed his hand, his eyes remained wide open in anger.

Zhou Yan remained silent, then said softly:
"General Jiang Boyue, your duty has been fulfilled..."

"Please take a rest."

She tried again to smooth his eyes, but Jiang Boyue's eyes remained stubbornly closed.

Zhou Yan took a deep breath, thinking of Jiang Boyue's persistence and the past. The Ji Xuanyuan Jade Talisman appeared in his hand, and he said softly, "Your will will be inherited by me, the Flame of Yan Han..."

"It will never go out."

"Your duty has been fulfilled, your achievements are complete..."

"Jiang Boyue".

He bowed deeply with his hands clasped and said softly, "Please, get some rest."

“I shall take over your duties here. As long as I live, I will not forget them. Even if I die, I will pass on these duties to the next generation. Zhou Yan makes this vow, and Heaven and Earth bear witness. The bloodline of Yan and Huang will be passed down from generation to generation.”

"As long as the fuel is exhausted, the fire will never be extinguished; this will continue generation after generation, and it will remain true throughout history!"

Those eyes, which had been wide open in fury for five hundred years, finally slowly closed.
The bright moon hung in the sky, the stars scattered, and the water mist swirled. Zhou Yan mobilized the power of the water god, causing the water mist of the Shu River to rise. The mist lifted Jiang Wei's body and slowly sank into the river.

Zhou Yan gazed at the body of this famous general. Jiang Wei's eyes slowly closed, and as he was carried away by the water, his body, which had endured for five hundred years and fought to the death, slowly dissipated.

Jiang Boyue's remaining will slowly dissipated.

'…Job, are you sure you want to accept this responsibility?'

Perhaps, hundreds of years ago, on such a quiet moonlit night, an old man gazing at the stars in the sky looked at himself with a compassionate gaze. But at that time, he did not know how long the journey would be.

Thus, Jiang Boyue, just like in every historical possibility, became...

It inherited the will of Zhuge Liang.

With my meager abilities, can I really pass on this flame to future generations?

The young Taoist seemed to hear something; an aged voice was chanting something. "Do you know—"

"Jiang Boyue of Tianshui".

The Qilin child of Tianshui, under this foggy moonlit night, finally returned to the water.

During this process, the last trace of fighting spirit or obsession remaining on Jiang Wei's body slowly rose up, turning into specks of light that merged into Zhou Yan's body. This was not a takeover, but a solemn handover and entrustment spanning five hundred years.

Just like how Zhuge Liang entrusted him with this task back then.

The young Taoist priest suddenly clenched his five fingers!

boom--!
In the void, a dragon's roar seemed to explode. Right in the village, a silver light shot up from the village, transformed into a dragon shape, and crashed down in front of Zhou Yan. When the light dissipated, a silver spear was revealed stuck upside down in the ground.

The gun blade was sharp, and the Gun God bore the marks of countless battles.

But that fierce fighting spirit remained immense and sharp.

This is the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear of Zhao Zilong of Changshan, which later came into the possession of Jiang Wei. It has been a symbol of obsession for hundreds of years. The spearhead represents the fire of the Han Dynasty. Zhou Yan slowly reached out and grasped the spear that was stuck upside down in the ground. When he pulled it out, the spearhead hummed.

The young Taoist priest's fighting spirit surged. He slowly turned to the side. The commotion here was still a bit too much. Even with Kai Ming's cover, even with the use of Qimen Dunjia and the authority of the Water God to make a feint, he was still detected.

Two figures rushed over; it was Ding Liu, who had returned.

He stared intently at the young Taoist priest standing with the spear, his gaze finally settling on the silver spear, his voice hoarse:

"We have obtained Zhuge Liang's backup plan."

Zhou Yan raised his spear, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, and his cold gaze swept over Ding Liu.

The man finally locked onto next to Ding Liu was a gaunt man, holding a bow in his hand and a knife at his waist. His body was surging with immense blood and energy, yet it felt like burning firewood.

It is a celestial lineage, strengthening the body, but it is for the purpose of inheriting and utilizing the power of heroes from history within that jade talisman.

Zhou Yandao:
"You are the so-called agents under the command of [Shi]?"

Ding Liu's pupils contracted, and he shouted sharply, "Kill him!"

The gaunt man beside him moved at the command, his figure like a ghost rushing towards Zhou Yan. Before the sword was even drawn, the violent aura of blood and qi was already overwhelming.

In Zhou Yan's hand, Zhao Zilong's spear whistled as he locked his gaze on Ding Liu's hand, where Ding Liu also held a jade book that emitted a slightly cold jade-colored light.

Bai Ze Shu...

The figure was already charging towards Zhou Yan. Zhou Yan flicked his wrist, and the Dragon Gallant Silver Spear pierced the night. In the instant of their collision, the young Taoist priest dodged the opponent's move and rushed towards Ding Liu in a flash. At the same time, he raised his hand and made a decision.

Jade Talisman – [Primordial Qi, Five Elements Great Capture]!
In an instant, the Qi of the Five Elements transformed into a handprint made of pure energy, which descended from the sky and directly grabbed the scroll of the Bai Ze Book. Ding Liu sneered, "This treasure resonates with my mind and is connected to my bloodline."

"You Taoist priest, you think you can take it? You're dreaming!"

Ding Liu was still talking when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The scroll of Bai Ze in his hand suddenly emitted a deep hum, and its surface began to glow uncontrollably. This sensation seemed to be generated autonomously by the scroll itself. Ding Liu had never encountered this before and exclaimed urgently, "Hmm?!"

"what happened?!"

"receive!"

This treasure was the foundation of his existence. When it changed, he panicked for a moment and forgot that he was blocking the Taoist in front of him. He wanted to use a spell to take back the treasure, but after he used the spell, Bai Zeshu not only did not obey, but trembled even more.

The light flowed and shifted, the radiance on the jade talisman flickering in turn.

Then, seemingly out of fear, they surged toward the boy in front of them!
"what?!"

(End of this chapter)