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Chapter 1031 City Name Daqian
The capital city, the imperial palace for sacrificial rites to Heaven!
A clear and resonant voice rang out, traveling thousands of meters without attenuation, and clearly reached the throne of the feudal lord.

Although high-pitched, it was not jarring, carrying a sense of respectful worship.
"Your Majesty, the governor of Lihuo Prefecture has completed the construction of the city and has submitted a memorial to the emperor requesting a name for the city!"

Upon hearing the report from his throne, the lord knew it was a messenger from the palace, carrying intelligence delivered by express courier from outside the capital.

He nodded. "Judging by the time, it should be successful by now. Let me see what name he's come up with for the new city?"

A sheet of white paper is placed on the paperweight, which is cast in pure gold and has a lifelike tiger head on it.

The lord didn't need to lift a finger; his attendants carried the papers on wooden trays to him from both sides.

The words were written in black and white on white paper, and the two large characters "Da Qian" were prominently displayed.

The new city is named... Daqian.

The Great Thousand Cities!
Feng Jun's eyes narrowed, then he smiled, "It seems that the governor of Li Huo dotes on his adopted son, hence the name."

A voice came from the side, "What a coincidence, there's a young talent recently named Daqian, but his surname isn't Zhou!"

The speaker was none other than Duke Chongyang, who had been invited by the feudal lord to the palace today to explain seal script.

It was also by chance that I saw the text coming from Lihuozhou.

Upon hearing this, Lord Feng became interested as well. "There is actually someone with the same name but different surname as the governor's son. Lord Chongyang, tell me about it."

Chongyang Gong bowed slightly. "That young talent is named Dongfang Daqian."

East?

The lord's expression changed involuntarily; clearly, this surname was no ordinary one.

"A descendant of the Martial Saint?"

"That's right, he is indeed a descendant of the sixth Martial Saint, a pure-blooded descendant of the Dongfang clan!"

The lord nodded, asking no further questions, but simply told the Duke of Chongyang, "Such a talent is fit to serve the country and the court. If the Duke of Chongyang has the opportunity to recommend him to the court, I will certainly give him an important position!"

"The humble and lowly receive this command!"

The lord turned back to look at the two characters "大千" (Great Thousand), and his interest was piqued. He then ordered someone to bring him the Four Treasures of the Study (writing brush, ink stick, inkstone, and paper).

He flicked his sleeve and splashed ink, the brush moving across the paper, immediately writing two large, flowing characters... Daqian.

The strokes and hooks of the brush resemble a reclining dragon or a phoenix spreading its wings, ready to take flight.

Judging from this, the feudal lord's literary skills are definitely among the top ten in the world, surpassing many great calligraphers.

"Send someone to Lihuo Prefecture to present this as a plaque to the new city!"

The honor of receiving calligraphy from a feudal lord is immense; to have it displayed as a plaque on a city gate carries extraordinary political significance.

After this incident, the lord's interest in learning seal script faded, and he turned to ask the Duke of Chongyang, "The matter of Lord Shen's passing has come to an end, but I still don't believe that if he wasn't a martial saint, how could he have lifted the Nine Tripods in public?"

Over the years, the details of southern Xinjiang have been thoroughly explored from different perspectives.

A compilation and analysis of different versions of the events. The truth is no longer a secret: Lord Shen was not a Martial Saint before his demise, but a Half-Saint.

The unfortunate thing is that, given enough time, he could indeed have become a true Martial Saint.

Afterwards, because of his act of sacrificing himself to suppress the Heavenly Maiden, the martial artists present all spoke with one voice, claiming that Lord Shen had generously sacrificed himself as a martial saint.

The lord was not misled by the rumors, but learned that Lord Shen was a half-saint.

However, the large cauldron that Lord Shen lifted that day, from any angle, was undoubtedly one of the Nine Cauldrons of the South, the nine cauldrons that guarded the world. Even the imperial guards present that day, with their expertise in seal script and epigraphy, could not detect the slightest flaw in its authenticity.

Duke Chongyang sighed, "It's a pity I didn't go there myself, otherwise I would surely have seen through the mystery!"

He concluded that the large cauldron was not one of the Nine Tripods, but a replica, and a high-quality one at that, not much different from the real thing.

Such a treasure is elusive, appearing only once and never seen again.

"My lord, this matter has already been settled, and there is no need to delve into the details!"

"In Putuo Prefecture, a wicked alchemist forcibly concocted a malevolent elixir, and it was on the verge of success, so we had no choice but to deal with him!"

He paused and said, "With the two spiritual medicine masters, Sanwei and Wuwei, leading their disciples, they will definitely need a cauldron. Why not borrow the Demon Transformation Cauldron from Lihuo Prefecture? That would increase our chances of winning!"
"can."

The lord then sent another messenger who arrived first, catching up with the previous messenger who had presented the calligraphy, and also taking on the task of borrowing the tripod.

Another place!
The two fellow disciples, Master Sanwei and Master Wuwei, rarely met. With their hair turned white, they sat in silence.

Although both of them practiced medicine and taught students in the capital, one served a feudal lord in the imperial court, while the other managed a guild among the common people, so they rarely met.

Moreover, the matter of the Evil Pharmacist has dealt a heavy blow to the camaraderie among fellow disciples.

This meeting was also about the commotion caused by the Evil Pharmacist in Putuo Prefecture.
"Senior brother, we've found out the situation. Your twin disciples were controlled by the evil alchemist's drugs and have been refining medicine for him. They also contributed to the success of the Martial Saint Pill!"

The Five Flavors Pharmacist shook his head and sighed, "If he were more well-behaved, it would be fine. But by causing such trouble, doesn't he want to die even faster?"

The three pharmacists looked at him with disappointment and frustration, saying, "He asked for it himself, so he has no one else to blame but himself."

"The lord has ordered that you and I be sent to deal with him."

“You and I are here to clean house. As for those evil warriors in Putuo Prefecture, the lord will definitely have other plans for them.”

When the Three Flavors Pharmacist talked about his junior brother, he was filled with resentment. "He has always had his own ideas since he was a child. He doesn't listen to Master or us senior brothers. He does whatever he wants."

"If he hadn't caused such a huge disaster, why would I have risked my life to serve the lord?"

The Five Flavors Pharmacist sighed, "Of all people this kid could have his eye on, he had to pick on..."

Just as he was about to utter that name, the Three Flavors Pharmacist swiftly stopped him, saying, "Don't say it. Lord Feng has many eyes and ears, and the Great Gentleman is also in the capital. What are you doing on behalf of the former Lady?"

The Evil Pharmacist was their junior brother, with the highest aptitude and the most unruly personality, his ambition soaring as to rival the heavens.

He once boasted that worldly love and pleasures were a waste of time, and that pursuing the highest realm of alchemy was his lifelong goal.

However, it was because of a woman that his magic was broken.

That woman was the birth mother of the great gentleman, a virtuous lady before the emperor ascended the throne, and also the white moonlight that the evil medicine master could never obtain in his life.

The idea for the Martial Saint Pill was inspired by the death of the First Lady.

The evil alchemist harbored a deep-seated obsession, viewing the creation of the Martial Saint Pill as a way to make up for his regrets.

To this end, he did not hesitate to plunge the capital into turmoil, and went to Putuo to collude with evil martial arts, harming countless people just to refine medicine.

He treated all notions of camaraderie and public opinion as utter nonsense, ignoring them completely.

After so many years of luck, it finally caught the attention of the feudal lord, who issued an order to mobilize the forces of the capital to destroy it completely.

Driven by the will of the new ruler, even the great lords who had been recuperating for a long time were dispatched. There were at least three from the Heavenly Sect and more than ten from the Earthly Sect.
In Putuo District, a tumor that had existed for a long time finally reached the day of its removal.

(End of this chapter)