Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Chapter 513 The Right Path
The journey from outside Dongdu to Qianxingtai is quite long.

Especially when the two people running parallel intend to slow down.

The dialogue begins when the two people take their first step together.

Queen Mother Yang Shijun whispered first: "Master Wang Shan came from afar to visit, and finally took this right path."

Wang Luo burst out laughing when he heard this.

What a sharp-tongued, vengeful woman who refuses to admit defeat.

Not long ago, Yang Shijun questioned Wang Luo in a high-pitched voice, asking why he, as the envoy of the Immortal Alliance, could not come here in a proper way, but did dirty things in Sang County. As a result, Wang Luo pushed back with an almost arrogant attitude. Now that he brought up the old tune again, it was just right.

Indeed, the previous calculations in Sang County and Li Fengxian have now all failed. They were not able to sneak into Dongdu without attracting anyone's attention and rescue the national teacher. From this perspective, Wang Luo is indeed on the right path paved by the Yang family.

However, no matter how eloquent Yang Shijun was, it was nothing more than a powerless struggle in words.

So Wang Luo smiled and said bluntly: "The right path that the Queen Mother mentioned is the right path that the Yang family had to pave to save their lives because of the death of their ancestor, the tragic death of their think tank, and the betrayal of two great masters in the country? If I had known that the right path was so easy to take, I would indeed consider it."

As soon as these words were spoken, the air around them froze instantly.

Yang Shijun himself looked calm and unmoved, but the Xinheng civil and military officials who followed the two were all very angry. Yang Jiuzhong even drew his sword without hesitation, and his cultivation in the fusion stage was aroused at this moment, mobilizing the might of a hundred thousand troops, almost changing the color of the heaven and earth.

Then, Yang Shijun raised his hand without saying a word, but with just this gesture, he instantly suppressed the commotion of the civil and military officials behind him. Even the general Yang Jiuzhong was suppressed by this simple gesture. He gritted his teeth and put away his sword in a posture that almost vomited blood.

After that, Yang Shijun said softly: "Master Wang, even the right path has its ups and downs, so please don't make mistakes."

Wang Luo smiled and shook his head. When Yang Jiuzhong drew his sword just now, Nan Yingying and Yu Gong, the two Mahayana True Lords, also did not stand idly by. Although they could not confront the 100,000-man army head-on, they could not allow the Yang family to take advantage of their home field. Therefore, Yang Shijun suppressed Yang Jiuzhong, probably more to protect his brother's life.

But compared to this momentary struggle, Wang Luo cared more about another issue.

"Since I came to Xinheng, I have heard people mention more than once that I look like the late emperor. I wonder what the Queen Mother thinks of that?"

This question once again froze the space and time around him. Wang Luo could clearly hear the crackling sound of the air solidifying and shattering.

And the secret words that Nan Yingying whispered in a panic after she slapped her forehead behind her.

"Sir, please don't make trouble! Save the people first!"

But he didn't mind these disturbances at all, and just observed Yang Shijun's reaction curiously.

Because this is indeed very different from expectations. Nan Yingying once said that he looked quite similar to the late emperor, and Yang Shijun had long missed the late emperor and was sick, which might even affect his rational judgment.

Although it was later proved that Yang Shijun's irrationality did not come from his love for the late emperor, but from the unusual movement of the golden candle in the palace. But in any case, when a person who looked so similar to the late emperor walked so close to him, Yang Shijun had no reason to be so... calm and composed.

When Yang Shijun was walking side by side with Wang Luo, he did not conceal his heartbeat, breathing, or the fluctuations of his true energy, so Wang Luo could clearly judge the other person's cultivation level and even his emotions.

A cultivator whose foundation is not solid and who is almost forcing her growth. Her foundation is so superficial that even if she has reached the fusion realm, Wang Luo is 80 to 90 percent sure of winning in a one-on-one battle... It seems that her nearly two hundred years of practice were just to reach the fusion realm and then possess a not-so-important fusion magical power.

Not old.

Generally speaking, after a cultivator sets foot on the immortal path, he will gain a longer lifespan as his cultivation level increases, and aging will slow down. Some special techniques have the miraculous effect of maintaining youth or even reversing aging. However, the true immortality still needs to wait until the cultivator advances to the fusion stage, and refines the soul and the body into one again. Although it will not be possible to break through the thousand-year lifespan limit, it will be possible to make the body active and keep up with the changes in the state of mind.

A person who is always enthusiastic and has a pure heart will naturally look young. On the contrary, a person whose heart is full of vicissitudes of life will look old.

Judging from Yang Shijun's situation, she was the queen mother of a country, but she was as delicate and tender as a flower, like a girl in love who was worried about gains and losses. From this point of view, Nan Yingying was not wrong.

So, how does a young girl in love evaluate a man who is so similar to her late husband?

The next moment, the frozen air was melted.

Melted by a sweet and gentle smile. After a moment of surprise, Yang Shijun couldn't help but chuckle: "Similar to my late husband? In my opinion, he is completely different. If someone thinks that they can influence me with this, it is really wishful thinking... Well, it is the idea of ​​Duke Feng, right? People who have never experienced actual love are inevitably naive."

Nan Yingying, who was called out, immediately looked miserable and helpless.

Wang Luo nodded gently: "I see. For people who truly love each other, a counterfeit that is only 80% similar is like a joke of a failed attempt to draw a tiger. I am naive on this issue, please forgive me."

Yang Shijun smiled and said, "You are too polite, Master. However, it would be too harsh to say that it is a joke of trying to draw a tiger but failing to do it... The degree of resemblance between you and my late husband is indeed surprising to ordinary people. So I can't help but ask: Master, were you born with this appearance?"

Wang Luo nodded and said, "Of course it is 100% natural."

Yang Shijun sighed and said, "My late husband once said that the world is so big that there are always a few people who are exactly like you...but I never thought that I would be able to witness such a coincidence with my own eyes."

As they were talking, the two had arrived at the gate of Dongdu. Walking forward, they officially entered the territory of Dongdu.

Yang Shijun paused in front of the city gate and introduced to Wang Luo: "Xinheng Dongdu, named as the capital, is actually a large altar built around the Qianxingtai. Entering Dongdu is like entering a unprecedented Qianxing formation."

Wang Luo nodded: "The layout of the capital city is indeed unique. When I looked at it from the Rainbow Wing Shuttle, I knew it was definitely not the work of ordinary people."

Yang Shijun said: "The mountain master has good insights. Although the East Capital was gradually expanded and built by the Xinheng people for more than 200 years, it was not completed until my late husband's reign. But its original blueprint came from the previous national teacher's invitation to the heavenly gift ceremony, which is an absolute work of immortals."

Wang Luo praised again: "It is indeed so! With the current situation of the Heavenly Palace, it is amazing that it can build such an exquisite and complex capital city in the mortal world without any desolation."

Yang Shijun smiled slightly and said, "It's good that the mountain master likes it. After that, the mountain master can explore and marvel at this Dongdu to his heart's content."

The air froze again at this moment.

Wang Luo's expression remained unchanged, but he still sighed in his heart.

Sure enough, it came.

It should be said that it was not unexpected. As early as when Yang Qijian surrendered on behalf of the Yang family, Wang Luo was seriously thinking about a question: This... might not be a false surrender?

However, when all the insiders concluded that the Heavenly Court could not be relied upon and must submit to the Immortal Alliance, the Yang family resolutely stood on the side of the Heavenly Court, and even squandered hundreds of years of accumulation of the Duke of Weiguo's Mansion in the Northern Border and the political assets of the Queen Mother's decades of governing the country at all costs.

Would such a stubborn family really change their ways just because the situation was "irreversible"? If they were really so calculating and put profit first, then the best choice would be to actively cooperate with the national teacher Zhang Jincheng from the beginning and submit to the Immortal Alliance! If the Yang family could be more aware of the current situation and perform better in the process of cooperating and submitting, then when the foundation of Dinghuang was established and Xinheng became a member of the Immortal Alliance, the Yang family would actually have gained a broader world. Their influence could quickly expand beyond Xinheng and become political celebrities in the five states of Tianzhiyou.

However, they chose to cling to the long-vanished Heaven and fight the Immortal Alliance to the end.

Would such a family surrender honestly? Wang Luo was deeply skeptical.

Therefore, when setting out for Dongdu, Wang Luo was naturally prepared for unexpected events.

However, now that he saw his prediction come true, Wang Luo still felt a little regretful.

"So, this is the final answer from the Yang family?"

Yang Shijun nodded seriously, turned his eyes and looked directly into Wang Luo's eyes. That timid and lovely face became extremely resolute at this moment.

"Yes, this is my answer, and it is also Xinheng's answer. The Immortal Alliance wants to recapture Mingzhou, but it has to step over the ruins of Xinheng. And even if that day really comes, Master Wang Shan, you will never see it."

As Yang Shijun finished speaking, the military might of the 100,000-strong army outside Dongdu gathered again. Silently, dark clouds rolled up in the sky, like a cage that covered the sky and the sun.

A grim smile of satisfaction spread across Yang Jiuzhong's face, as if he was expressing his gratitude for finally waiting for this moment after lying dormant for such a long time.

The civil officials seemed a little panicked, and it was obvious that they were not fully aware of the incident... But when they saw Yang Shijun's expression, all the fear and anxiety in their hearts disappeared.

Although they were not good at fighting, these civil officials with high levels of cultivation still immediately showed an attitude of being ready to sacrifice their lives for the country at any time, glaring at Wang Luo and showing their fangs and claws.

Afterwards, Yang Shijun smiled and said, "Master Wang, when you are a distinguished guest, you should take the right path. Otherwise, you will end up on a wrong path full of thorns."

Wang Luo glanced to the side.

Nan Yingying sighed, took a half step forward, and looked at Yang Shijun: "Queen Mother, why bother?"

Yang Shijun looked back and asked, "Duke Feng, why are you doing this?"

Nan Yingying was stunned for a moment, then shook her head helplessly: "I really can't reason with you guys who are all in love..." Then she raised her hand and said loudly, "Men of Nanjun, step out!"

boom!
After a muffled sound like thunder, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated.

It's like an army of 100,000 troops forming an eight-sided formation.

The moment Nan Yingying raised her right hand high, more than 20% of the soldiers in the Qingqi Army and Fancheng Imperial Guards took a step forward silently and resolutely from their original military formations.

Thus, the Eight Directions Formation was broken.

More than 20% of variables are enough to destroy any well-structured military formation.

What's more, this sudden change also shocked all the civil and military officials.

"W-what's going on!?"

"These people have long been from the four southern counties?"

"General, what should we do?"

Yang Jiuzhong was not panicked, but the coldness and cruelty in his eyes showed that the development of the situation had exceeded his expectations... Only cruelty could continue to strengthen his will.

This 20% of the rebels were obviously one of the "trump cards" that Feng Guogong and Zhang Jincheng had calculated long ago. When Zhang Jincheng was planning to surrender to the Immortal Alliance, he had fully considered the possibility of accidents, and after he persuaded Feng Guogong to cooperate, the two of them worked together to lay a trap.

Yang Jiuzhong summoned 100,000 troops to besiege Dongdu on a whim, and any whim was inevitably accompanied by chaos and perfunctory management. The 100,000 soldiers who should have been the best of the best and absolutely loyal were mixed with a large number of impurities by the Duke of Feng.

Of course, judging from the ratio as high as 20%, the infiltration of the Qingqi Army and Fancheng Imperial Guards by Duke Feng was a long-planned one, and it was definitely not just started because of the surrender to the Immortal Alliance.

In other words, Duke Feng is truly a natural and authentic traitor.

But in any case, the situation has become delicate again.

Of course, 20% of the rebels could not completely overturn the situation, but it was enough to make the power of the 100,000-man army unable to be concentrated in one place. Without these 100,000 troops...

Only a few elite ones can compete.

Yang Shijun has hundreds of civil and military officials, and all of these important court officials possess very high levels of cultivation.

But in front of the two Mahayana True Lords, "quite high level of cultivation" was nothing but child's play.

After overturning the comparison of strength in one fell swoop, Nan Yingying said in a deep voice: "Queen Mother, since you are starting to reveal your trump cards, just reveal them to the end. Your killer moves should not be limited to this, right? For example, Eunuch Chen Lin, how long has it been since we last sparred? I am a little itchy."

The next moment, a sharp laugh echoed in everyone's mind like a thorn.

"Haha, Duke Feng is too polite. If you want to spar with me, I am always here to accompany you."

Along with the laughter, a hole was torn in the dark clouds in the sky, and a blood-red light from Fancheng shot up into the sky, piercing through the dark clouds. In the blood-red light, an old man with a plump figure and sparse hair was laughing in a sharp voice. Every laugh could stir up the clouds, showing an extremely amazing cultivation.

Nan Yingying curled her lips and said, "Two against one, it's a little tricky, but only a little tricky. So Queen Mother, your trump card should not be limited to this, right? Since three of the four remaining Mahayana masters are in place, the remaining brother who has lived in the sea for many years should not hide anything and come to meet him frankly."

As soon as he finished speaking, an inconspicuous censor among the civil and military officials silently tore off the disguise on his face, revealing a heroic middle-aged appearance.

Wang Luo felt a slight chill in his heart when he saw the peripheral vision of the object.

That was Guo Yanfeng, the only Mahayana Master in Xinheng who had never appeared before.

Now, Mahayana True Lord, the score is two to two.

And Yang Shijun's trump card obviously goes beyond this.

(End of this chapter)