Peace Order-Chapter 1460 - 132: The Waning Azure Dragon, the Mad Tiger
Sapar Mu’s neck throbbed with intense pain. The Central Plains Emperor’s Sword slashed into his neck, and blood gently flowed down the blade. His gaze turned sluggish, his vision dim, as he saw Chen Dingye ahead.
How is this possible!
I’ve come with the Great Khan’s intentions.
How dare Chen Dingye kill me?!
How could he take action?!
How could he refuse...
How could he refuse the opportunity for revenge, to gain greater territory, to even prolong the reign of Chen Country? Has he no interest in immediate benefits? Does he not care about his legacy?
Chen Dingye gripped the sword, his gaze tilted downwards, looking at Sapar Mu. In Sapar Mu’s eyes, this king, nearly breaking under immense pressure, raised his eyes to look at him, a massive shadow shrouding behind.
Black light swirled and transformed into a blood-crazed gaze. Behind him appeared the enormous black Qiongqi Dharma, massive, as if encompassing the entire palace, its gaze lowered, watching him. Chen Dingye spoke:
"My Great Chen, even in death, will not ally with you grassland barbarians. If I were to die in this world, I would at worst be a fallen king, but if I let you through the gates..."
"What would become of me for all eternity?"
Sapar Mu grasped the sword, unwillingly saying: "Your... your kingdom will fall. You will lose. Your life will be bitten off by the Qilin!!! If you kill me, the Great Khan’s army will come to punish Chen Country!!!"
"Even if you refuse, the Great Khan will still come to kill you all!"
Chen Dingye looked at him indifferently and said: "Understood."
"The Grassland Khan? Let him come."
"As for Li Guanyi..."
"Between him and me, it’s either he kills me, or I kill him."
"Though I cannot kill him, anyone who seeks my life, Chen Dingye’s, will pay a price. You from the grasslands fail to understand the principles of the Central Plains kings. Even if corrupt and tyrannical, they will not stoop to opening doors for foreign invaders."
"Though ruined, I will never be a child emperor."
Chen Dingye drew the sword, slashing open the grassland warrior’s throat. Blood spilled over the blade, falling into half a bowl of wine, the clear liquid tainted in an instant with bloodstains, a fierce aura surged.
Under the gaze of the grassland warrior, Emperor Chen lifted this bowl of wine, walking barefoot:
"I have taken your head."
"But my fine head, who can sever it... who will sever it!"
He downed the bowl of blood wine with a wild laugh, leaving Sapar Mu in indescribable fear. Chen Dingye played his sword alone, severing Sapar Mu’s head again, as a return gift to the Great Khan of the grasslands.
When the second envoy of the Great Khan came in anger, he found the Emperor of Chen Country had severed Sapar Mu’s thigh and used a large piece of bone to make a pipa, plucking its empty and forlorn sound. His white hair was raised, Qiongqi roared low.
The officials turned back to look at the Great Khan’s time, faintly like tens of thousands of evil spirits beneath a fierce tiger, their eyes deep and cold, chilling the heart.
Chen Dingye, with white hair playing the pipa, the sound desolate and hollow, became an indelible shadow in the minds of the famous grassland generals.
Having no retreat left.
Great Chen would not surrender, nor would it become an entry point for foreign invasion. Without retreat, Chen Dingye put down the bone picks in his hand, looking at the distant sky.
"If you want my head, then come, Li Guanyi."
"It’s either you take my head."
"Or I shatter your unrealistic dream."
Mad, threatening, dangerous Chen Emperor sent a gift to Jiangnan.
Before Li Guanyi led his men back south to Jiangnan, he went to return the food borrowed from the villagers. The old man warmly offered him food and curiously asked: "If you win, will our place belong to Jiangnan then?"
"Yes."
The old man stroked his beard, puzzled: "Then what country will we be?"
As Feng Xiao drank wine, Li Guanyi answered with a smile: "That, we don’t know yet."
The old man said: "It doesn’t really matter, anyway, we don’t have to pay as much tax as before, right? We can be treated like those in Jiangnan, right?"
When he talked about nobles and rulers, there was no real spirit.
But when talking about taxes, relieved from the multitude of taxes that confused people, his eyes shone, Li Guanyi nodded seriously, saying: "Yes."
"The items have been delivered, it’s time for us to leave."
"The main force of the Qilin Army must return to Jiangnan’s Eighteen States."
"Ah, can’t you stay for a meal? Alas, I’ve prepared it, but take it for your journey then." The old man brought out some roasted buns, golden and crispy. Li Guan initially intended to decline, but seeing the buns, he strangely decided to stay.
The old man escorted them to the village entrance, leaning on a cane, sighed: "Jiangnan’s Eighteen States, indeed wonderful, really, one day, I too want to visit Jiangnan’s Eighteen States, to see Marquis Qin Wu."
"I wonder if he is like the rumors, a robust man whose shoulder can hold a horse."
Li Guanyi responded: "What do you think Marquis Qin Wu is like?"
The old man said: "How would I know?"
"However, most rumors are unreliable. I think he should have black hair, tall and straight, looking young, quite an ordinary person?"
Li Guanyi looked at the old man and said:
"You are right, that’s exactly what he’s like."
As the old man said he would definitely return, the two departed, Feng Xiao said:
"Lord, do you think he’s right?"
Glancing at his drunken strategist, Li Guanyi replied: "Isn’t he?"
Feng Xiao fell deep in thought.
"Is this right? Is this not right?"
Ignoring the pondering literary man’s moment of sneaking a drink, Li Guanyi had already ridden away.
"Returned!"
"Ah, Lord, please wait, I’ve forgotten my wine!"
Upon returning to Jiangnan—
When casting the Nine Cauldrons.
