Peace Order-Chapter 749 - 83: Red Dragon’s Long Chant, The Eight Hundred Year Alliance!_4

Chapter 749: Chapter 83: Red Dragon’s Long Chant, The Eight Hundred Year Alliance!_4

"Even if I change the outcome of his last battle [dying of exhaustion],"

"he will not have much life left."

Li Guanyi said, "I know."

The huge Red Divine Dragon asked, "For what reason?"

Grasping the Shadow of Divine Weapon, Li Guanyi answered, "He is my kin, my Grandpa. He once carved his way through a country alone for me, for my parents, and even broke his seclusion for me."

"He has been very good to me."

"He was once strong and vigorous, he once held a sword, and then stood in front of me."

"Everyone calls him Sword Madman, talking about what he was like when he was young, what he was like in his prime, but in my eyes, he is still an old man, an elderly head of the family."

"Sheltering me from the wind and rain."

"Now, it’s my turn to stand in front of him."

Li Guanyi said, "Actually, I know what Grandpa’s wishes are. When I came here, I even thought whether I should use this wish to fulfill Grandpa’s desire, to invite such an Ancient Red Dragon as you to Central State to give Grandpa the chance to fight with all his might."

"But if it were so, even Grandpa would surely get tired."

"He might fight to his utmost and then pass away."

Seen as heroic and valorous, that young man lowered his head, as if he returned to being the child who lived with only his Aunt, speaking softly and cautiously, "But I hope he can survive."

"Is it too much to ask?"

"He has had a hard life. I hope he can be happy in his last days."

"Even if he fights his hardest, he can still go home."

Li Guanyi said softly:

"Sometimes I feel I’m not a qualified Marquis."

"I should be more ruthless, but I can’t do such a thing. Even just the thought of letting Grandpa die like this, in exchange for a treasure that can amount to the strategic value of tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of troops, just flickering in my mind, makes me uncomfortable."

"Sometimes I feel that I am just an ordinary person after all."

"Not some hero destined to change the world or anything."

"With the Chi Xiao Sword and the Undying Dragon Essence, fulfill the ancient oath."

Li Guanyi released his grip, and the Dragon Essence soared up as the eyes of the Ancient Red Dragon shifted to look behind.

Perhaps because the conversation had lasted too long, exceeding the theoretical time for stating Li Guanyi’s intention, the elder in green robes had already returned, standing in the distance behind the young man, halting his steps.

Li Guanyi’s realm was simply not sufficient to sense that Murong Longtu had come back.

The Red Dragon asked, "No regrets?"

The young man merely said softly, "Anyway, this is who I am. I originally just wanted to protect those around me, to protect more people. I don’t want to become like Chen Dingye, nor do I want to become like Jiang Wanxiang."

"A true man has his principles, things he will and won’t do, I just hope everyone can be well."

"I hope everyone can be well, without starvation, without human trafficking, without treating people as if they were not human."

"It is for this reason that I set foot in the Martial World."

He took a deep breath and said loudly, "Then, in accordance with the ancient alliance,"

"Ancient Red Dragon,"

"please go to Central State, to witness the last battle of Sword Madman Murong Longtu!!!"

"And then, protect his Vitality, let him go home."

"To spend his twilight years in peace."

The youth’s face revealed a gentle smile as he earnestly said, "My Grandpa has toiled his whole life. A fellow like him deserves to end his days on the roads of Jiangnan, listening to Aunt’s zither music, and then passing away full-aged, without illness or pain."

"I, Li Guanyi, can’t rely solely on him to face the storms ahead."

"Li Guanyi is not a second-generation heir who needs the older generation to shield him."

Murong Longtu remained silent and tranquil, the elder lowered his gaze without a word, his face seemed to express both sorrow and joy, yet he remained speechless.

The red Divine Dragon looked at this young man; there had been many who abandoned their family, benefactors, and friends for the sake of the world, but It had never seen someone like this. The Ancient Red Dragon’s gaze fixed on him as It solemnly inquired:

"So, what is your name?"

Li Guanyi said, "Didn’t I tell you earlier?"

He clenched his fist, smiling as he said:

"From Jiangnan, I’m Li Guanyi."

"Good, Li Guanyi..."

The Ancient Red Dragon gazed deeply at this man, imprinting his silhouette onto the scroll of memory that spanned eight thousand years. Then, with a long chant, It consumed the Undying Dragon Essence into Its body, slowly restoring Its breath to its true peak:

"I will go myself, to witness the end of Sword Madman Murong Longtu. I will also remember you, Li Guanyi, you special fellow."

The Ancient Red Dragon ascended into the sky with a long chant, flying into the clouds and mist, its destination unknown, while Li Guanyi turned his head back to find nothing but the whispering pines behind him, feeling as if he were the only person in the world.

Li Guanyi rubbed his eyes, then with renewed spirit, he began searching for wood.

He planned to make a wooden sword for Shi Yisong.

Murong Longtu walked a distance away and waited a while before approaching. Looking at Li Guanyi as if he knew nothing, the old man gently asked, "How did it go, did you make a wish with the Ancient Red Dragon?"

Li Guanyi replied, "Well... that’s a secret!"

"But rest assured, it wasn’t wasted."

Li Guanyi laughed heartily and proudly said:

"I asked the Ancient Red Dragon for what is most important to me right now."

Murong Longtu replied with gentle warmth, "That’s good."

"Let’s go."

Li Guanyi nodded, "Yes, let’s go, Grandpa."

Their journey through the Martial World was drawing to its close, the trip to Central State was only a month’s distance away, and after returning to the caravan, they would continue slowly towards Central State.

Shi Yisong clamored for a wooden sword, so Li Guanyi smiled and said he would personally whittle one for him, then he took out the hard, good-quality wood he had brought from the secret realm, causing Shi Yisong’s eyes to light up.

Under Murong Longtu’s guidance, Li Guanyi began to strike the wood, carving out a wooden sword.

They resembled an ordinary grandfather-grandson duo, with the senior being hearty and the junior gentle, sharing a close bond as they went fishing, drank tea, enjoyed the scenery, felt the breeze, watched the clouds, and then the old man taught Li Guanyi to make a wooden sword.

Time flowed gently and warmly.

But no matter how long one wishes this Martial World road to be, it will eventually come to an end. People always hope that precious time could last forever, but it won’t.

People age in an instant.

Time also disappears in an instant.

Central State, the heart of the world and the turmoil of the Martial World.

Had arrived.

The Marquis, the Martial World, all were waiting for them—

An old man and a young boy.

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