The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 96 A Fine Knife, A Precious Treasure
Obey the imperial decree!
Although Ao Xuantao had been lying low in the mountains for a hundred years, he was, after all, a member of the Jinghe River tribe and had witnessed the magnificent sight of the Dragon King's procession and the surrounding waters. Therefore, his words at this moment naturally carried a grand and majestic air.

Shen Haoyang was overwhelmed by this magnificent aura, so he bowed respectfully.

Ao Xuantao raised his hand and sent the imperial edict given to him by Zhou Yan with a wisp of water vapor. Shen Haoyang received it with both hands and felt the atmosphere of thousands of households in Chang'an City. He could even faintly sense the heroic spirit connected with the aura of a human emperor.

Without a doubt, this is a true god.

Holding the object, Shen Haoyang vaguely sensed that this divine aura was the same as the scene that appeared in the princess's dream. Looking at the imperial edict, he respectfully said, "Your subject understands."

"Thank you, God, for your blessing."

This was personally delivered by a water deity of the caliber of the Jinghe Dragon King!

Beyond the legal decrees, it also contains the vibrant atmosphere of Chang'an.

How could such a "gentleman" possibly be an evil spirit or minor deity?!

Perhaps those powerful and revered deities are immortals and gods who have been passed down from the Qin and Han dynasties, or even earlier. Could it be that they are beings capable of commanding the Jinghe Dragon Lord, who could not stand the collusion between the Qingming Fangzhu and the Pei family, and thus sent a dream to the princess?

Yes, yes!
When the princess was born, the Zhongnan Mountains were shrouded in mist all day long. Was this a divine connection, which is why the princess received a dream from this unknown person?

That’s it, that’s it!
I understand!

Shen Haoyang understood everything.

Ao Xuantao understood the principle that one should never explain things clearly, so he nodded slightly, transformed into a dragon, and hid in the surging waves.

Holding the imperial edict in his hands, Shen Haoyang was anxious and hurriedly stepped forward to ask, "Dragon Lord, Dragon Lord, may I ask what kind of deity you are, so that I may report to the Marshal and establish a temple to worship you, with incense burning continuously!"

"Dragon Lord, Dragon Lord?!"

However, there was no further response, only the desolate roar of the dragon echoing and lingering in the Zhongnan Mountains. The mist in the Misty Peak Mountain swirled and receded, disappearing as the dragon's roar of the Jing River Dragon King departed.

Shen Haoyang bowed, and only raised his head when the dragon's roar was almost inaudible. He then ordered the creature lying face up in the water to be lifted out, and said triumphantly, "Let's go back to Chang'an!"

This seemingly insignificant piece in the eyes of Prince Guangping, Lord Guo, and others suddenly gained immense weight!

Knowing he held a decisive advantage, Shen Haoyang didn't dare delay. He rode at full speed to report the news to the Crown Prince of Guangping, whose expression instantly turned stern.

"Good, good, good."

He just said these three words.

Prince Guangping knew that nothing could shake his position as crown prince.

He immediately went to find Guo Ziyi.

He also took his daughter Li Zhiwei, who had had that dream, with him to see His Majesty the Emperor.

He recounted many matters and also presented the imperial edict. The Xuanxiang Bureau examined the edict and discovered that it even faintly possessed the aura of humanity and destiny. Therefore, they reported that it was undoubtedly a righteous god.

However, the sage lowered his eyes and still did not make a decision to take action against the Pei family.

They remained silent.

The excitement in the heart of the Prince of Guangping gradually faded. He realized that even if a righteous god appeared in his dream, and even if there was other evidence besides the dream, his father, the sage of the Tang Dynasty, still had no intention of taking action against the Pei family.

Li Zhiwei's eyes flickered slightly, and she smiled like a young girl:
Has the Jinghe Dragon God appeared?

The Prince of Guangping was somewhat irritated when he heard Li Zhiwei say:

"When Chang'an fell into the hands of the rebels, the Jing River became silent and dried up. Now that His Majesty the Emperor and Aye have subdued Chang'an, the Jing River Dragon King has reappeared in the Jing River near Chang'an."

"It's as if the Dragon King returned with Father and His Majesty."

A thought flashed through the mind of the Prince of Guangping.

The connection between these two is as if to prove that they are the true Sons of Heaven.

This auspicious omen has a different meaning for them.

Because now, there is another saint!
He subconsciously looked at his father, and saw the sage lower his eyes and say:
"Go."

He was overjoyed and quickly got up and walked out.

Countless pieces of evidence cannot move the heart of the sage, and evil deeds cannot shake the sage's will. However, if there are auspicious omens, if they prove that I am the true Son of Heaven, then the barrier that previous evidence of good and evil could not shake will instantly disappear.

The only name, the only righteous cause.

May you receive the mandate of Heaven and enjoy longevity and prosperity.

At this moment, the brothers Pei Xuanbao and Pei Angju were in a villa in Chang'an City. There were beautiful women singing and dancing, and melodious music playing. A peerless beauty poured wine for the two of them. Pei Angju said, "Xuanbao, there is no need for this."

"What are you afraid of?"

"My Pei family stands firm in this world like a mountain; who can move it?"

Pei Xuanbao nodded, his expression calm, and said, "I am not afraid."

Pei Angju smiled: "The woman you liked before, I have already tied her up and brought her here. She is in your room now and has been given good medicine."

Pei Xuanbao hummed in agreement and asked, "Where is her daughter?"

Pei Angju smiled and said, "She's only twelve years old, but she's definitely blossoming into a beauty."

Pei Xuanbao picked up his wine cup and said, "I don't know why, but I've been irritable these past few days."

"Send them all together."

Pei Angju laughed and said, "If you're interested, it means you're not really angry yet. Don't worry, don't worry, her husband is dead, and her whole family has been given the title of being killed by rebels."

“My brother, enjoy it while you can; when you’ve had your fill, hand it over to me.”

"Just leave this family matter to Shen Cangming and Zhou Yan." Pei Xuanbao nodded.

Just then, a commotion broke out outside. Pei Xuanbao frowned slightly, clearly displeased. Pei Angju was about to send someone to open the door when it was smashed down. A group of fierce Shuofang soldiers had already broken through the gate and rushed in.

These Shuofang soldiers were all clad in armor.

He exudes a fierce and valiant spirit.

Pei Angju's heart skipped a beat, but he still managed to maintain the cold and stern expression on his face, and shouted, "Who are you?!"

"I am a military officer of the Shuofang Army. How dare you come to my Pei family and cause such a disturbance? Are you trying to rebel?!"

Pei Xuanbao said, "I am Pei Xuanbao of the Pei family!"

A fierce general rushed forward, swinging his iron round shield in a wide arc, aiming a powerful blow at Pei Xuanbao's cheek. The blow was so fierce that it nearly slammed Pei Xuanbao's face into the ground.

"I'm going to hit you, Pei Xuanbao."

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Meanwhile, in the misty peak, Ao Xuantao was about to leave when the mountain spirit invited him to a chat. Because Zhou Yan had received a favor from the mountain spirit, Ao Xuantao could not refuse. The mountain spirit asked in confusion, "The Dragon Lord is of the Jinghe River aquatic bloodline, but I do not know who else can command the Jinghe River Dragon Lord."

Ao Xuantao said, "The Mountain God is unaware of this."

So he recounted his experiences over the years, how he left the Jing River, how he ended up in the mountains and rivers of the Jing River's tributaries, how he became enemies with Zhou Yan, and how Zhou Yan saw through his illusions. Ao Xuantao said with emotion, "If it weren't for your guidance, I'm afraid I would have been trapped in the barrier I set for myself, unable to get out no matter what."

"Moreover, it was my husband who personally helped me integrate the tributaries of the Jing River, allowing me to get back on the right path."

"For such a life-saving grace, I am willing to serve under you, my lord. It is just a pity that, firstly, I have not yet mastered the Jing River, and my strength will inevitably decline if I leave the Jing River basin; secondly, I still need to transform into a dragon, so I will inevitably need to go into seclusion to cultivate and will not be able to protect you."

As we talked, a sense of regret began to emerge.

The spirit of Misty Peak exclaimed, "Such a person actually exists?"

"Ah, the mist in my mountains is even thicker than before, it's so comfortable. In the past, when the Jing River Water Lord disappeared, the spiritual energy of the entire Jing River decreased, and even my Misty Hidden Peak was affected. Now that the Dragon Lord has returned, I feel very happy."

He felt much more relaxed and was no longer as drowsy as before.

"If what Dragon Lord says is true, this young man has not only been kind to you, but also to my Misty Hidden Peak. I wonder if my mountain can meet him?"

“My lord once spoke of the mountain god, so of course it is possible.”

Ao Xuantao knew about Zhou Yan's relationship with Wuyin Peak, so he waved his hand and summoned a cloud of water vapor. The water vapor gathered together and revealed Zhou Yan's appearance.

The mountain spirit was stunned. It recognized the brave young man with a knife. At that time, Zhou Yan pretended to be the mountain god and woke the mountain spirit, who had been sleeping because of the Jing River's silence, briefly. The mountain spirit even helped to cover their tracks. However, it never expected that the one who would restore the Jing River and bring it back to its senses would be the young man it had once helped.

Every sip and every bite was truly wonderful.

The mountain spirit laughed heartily.

Ao Xuantao took his leave, but the mountain spirit called out to him, "Dragon Lord, is your young master still able to use his sword?"

The mountain spirit still remembered Zhou Yan's broken sword.

Ao Xuantao said, "My lord has been fighting for a long time and has no suitable weapon. Now that you are lingering at the riverbank meeting, you should find a weapon to use." Ao Xuantao was an old snake after all, so he asked, "Mountain God, do you have any advice for me?"

The mountain spirit said, "I can't explain it, but there is indeed a knife in this mountain."

Ao Xuantao was overjoyed and immediately followed the waterway back to find Zhou Yan. He told him that he had a good sword. Zhou Yan rode a dragon and finally arrived at the place. He greeted the mountain spirit and followed the wind. After wandering around for a long time, he arrived at a cave that was half exposed to the outside.

Ao Xuantao and Zhou Yan's expressions froze slightly as they saw a strange sight amidst the mountains and valleys: a collapsed mountain peak embedded in the main body of the mountain range, its entire body extremely cold black, like a giant blade, embedded on the mountainside of Zhongnan Mountain.

When the wind blows across the mountain peaks, it sounds like a mournful wail, a plaintive cry.

Ao Xuantao murmured, "...This is a knife???"

The mountain god of Misty Peak said, "A fine blade."

Zhou Yan, who had already broken two knives, looked at the mountain peak that was as big as a summit, then looked at himself, gestured, and the corner of Zhou Yan's mouth twitched.

This size is wrong.

Even the part at the top is over ten meters high.

It looked exactly like a giant blade that could split a mountain!

"Mountain God, isn't this knife a bit too big?"

The mountain god of Misty Peak said, "Big? Hahaha, it has its own wonderful use, to shrink this thing."

"The Jinghe Dragon King can transform from a hundred-zhang-tall body into the size of an ordinary person."

Why not this knife?

“Pull it out, and everything will be fine.”

No, do you really think that thing is a knife?
...Well, from the perspective of a mountain peak, that size is about right.

Zhou Yan looked at the knife-like mountain peak and said, "But it's too heavy, we can't pull it out."

The mountain god of Misty Peak said, "This thing is beyond human power, and even I alone cannot forcibly pull it out. However, with the help of the Jing River Dragon Lord, it's a completely different story. Come, come, come!"

A cloud of mist lifted Zhou Yan to the side of the massive boulder. Zhou Yan swayed and, as promised, grasped the hilt of the sword. It was enormous and extremely hot. Zhou Yan exhaled, and Ao Xuantao raised his head and transformed into the true form of a serpent, engulfing the Jing River and wrapping his tail around most of the hilt.

The power of the mountain god of Misty Peak was channeled into the blade.

"pull!"

Zhou Yan pulled hard.

Boom! ! !
(End of this chapter)