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Yi Huawei indirectly acknowledged Fu Junzhuo's speculation, but then glossed over it. To him, identity was indeed the least important thing.

Looking at his indifferent expression, Fu Junzhuo knew that further questioning would yield no further answers. However, an even stronger emotion surged within her. Staring at Yi Huawei's face, whose Han Chinese features were still evident even under the scorch marks, and his extraordinary handsomeness, a long-standing, deep-seated pain rooted in her blood and memories suddenly erupted.

"Identity? Illusion?"

Fu Junzhuo's voice suddenly turned sharp, with a barely perceptible tremor and sarcasm: "Senior speaks so lightly! But your physical appearance, your Han Chinese appearance... to me, it means a blood feud!"

Yi Huawei's gaze remained calm, but he slightly raised his eyelids, signaling her to continue. This silent acquiescence was like opening the floodgates of Fu Junzhuo's emotions.

Her gaze instantly turned distant and icy, as if pulled back to that war-torn land; her voice also lowered, carrying a chilling edge.
“I come from Goryeo. My name is Fu Junzhuo, and my master is Cailin.” She paused, her fingers unconsciously clenching the fabric on her knees, her knuckles turning slightly white, as if she were trying her best to suppress something: “You ask me why I am so fixated on my identity? Because it is your identity as a Han Chinese emperor that has brought utter destruction to Goryeo!”

She suddenly looked up, her eyes burning with a fierce hatred, piercing straight at Yi Huawei:
“I hate Yang Guang! I hate him to the bone! He was ambitious and eager for quick success, and he was warlike and aggressive! For his so-called ‘Celestial Empire’s majesty’ and for the unparalleled achievement of expanding the territory, he launched three campaigns against Goguryeo! Each time, it was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with white bones filling the fields!”

Her voice suddenly rose, filled with uncontrollable trembling and grief, startling even the campfire.
“I saw it with my own eyes! I saw the Sui army's iron hooves trample our villages! I saw them burning, killing, looting, and committing all sorts of atrocities! The old were pushed into fire pits, and children were impaled on spear tips! The land of Goryeo was soaked again and again with the blood of Han people and our blood! Each time, it was a desolate wasteland, each time, it was a field of starving corpses! My relatives... my compatriots... countless people died in that endless war! It was Yang Guang! It was him and his ambition that destroyed my homeland! They took everything from me!”

Her chest heaved, and she gasped for breath, as if the horrific scenes were replaying before her eyes. After a brief pause, her voice took on a deeper, more complex tone of bewilderment:
“I hate Yang Guang! I hate that tyrannical and incompetent ruler! I also hate... I hate you Han people! I hate those emperors who are high above us and treat us like dirt, I hate those powerful families who aid and abet the tyrant and only know how to fight for power and profit! Your Han people’s world was built with the blood, tears and bones of countless foreign peoples! What right do you have?!”

Her gaze was fixed on Yi Huawei, filled with accusation, but also with a confusion and struggle that she herself was not fully aware of:

"Senior, tell me! Since you are not from this realm and possess such extraordinary abilities, why... why were you born with the appearance of a Han Chinese? Why did you save me? Why did you get involved in this... this vortex filled with the dirty struggles and blood debts of the Han Chinese? Should I... should I hate you? Or should I be grateful to you? Is this identity... this appearance... really... really meaningless?"

Her final words carried a barely perceptible sob and wavering. For the first time, the ethnic hatred that had long sustained her showed cracks before this mysterious and all-powerful "Han Chinese." What exactly did she hate? Was it Yang Guang and the Sui army specifically? Or all Han Chinese? Or the world itself? She felt an unprecedented sense of bewilderment.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were awakened by Fu Junzhuo's unprecedented excitement and hatred. They opened their eyes groggily and looked blankly and nervously at the woman in the firelight whose figure was trembling slightly and whose emotions were on the verge of collapse.

Yi Huawei listened quietly, his face expressionless. Fu Junzhuo's overwhelming hatred, her tearful accusations, and her bewildered questions were like wind brushing across the water, leaving no ripple in his eyes.

A century-old emperor, he had witnessed far more horrific scenes and heard far more heart-wrenching cries. The rise and fall of dynasties, the strife among nations, were but ordinary ripples in the long river of history.

Only after Fu Junzhuo had vented her anger, her eyes burning with hatred, tears, and confusion, staring intently at him, did Yi Huawei slowly speak. His voice was not loud, even somewhat low and hoarse, yet strangely it drowned out the crackling of the campfire, clearly reaching everyone's ears, carrying a kind of indifferent detachment that seemed to survey eternity:

"The way of heaven is merciless and treats all things as stupid dogs."

His gaze swept over Fu Junzhuo, over the awakened Kou and Xu, and finally landed on the deep, boundless dark night sky above the campfire.

"Dynastic changes, rise and fall, glory and disgrace, are but a fleeting moment in the cycle of fate. Yang Guang's tyranny and the collapse of the Sui Dynasty were also due to their destiny, not solely the fault of one person or one family. Your hatred stems from national and personal grievances, and from differences in stance."

Yi Huawei paused slightly, his deep gaze seemingly able to see through people's hearts: "However, clinging to hatred will ultimately blind one's heart with hatred, causing it to backfire on oneself. Under the laws of Heaven, Han people, Koreans... are all ants, struggling to survive, and there is no essential difference between them."

His words offered no comfort, no explanation, and not even a judgment on Yang Guang's actions. Instead, they revealed a cold and cruel cosmic truth in an absolutely detached manner: before the laws of nature, personal love and hate, and the rise and fall of a nation, are all insignificant.

Fu Junzhuo was struck dumb, frozen in place!
Her grief, hatred, and confusion were like a monstrous wave crashing against an invisible reef, instantly shattered! She had considered that the other party might try to explain, might remain silent, or might even be dismissive, but she never expected to receive such a cold and ruthless statement about the "Way of Heaven" that pointed directly to the origin of the universe!

Ants? Are we all ants? Even hatred seems so laughable and insignificant?
This realization was more impactful than any rebuttal or threat! It completely overturned her reason for living, which was based on ethnic hatred! She looked into Yi Huawei's eyes, which were as calm as ancient ice, devoid of any pity or mockery, only a pure, indifferent gaze that looked down upon all living beings. This indifference chilled her to the bone and made her feel... an indescribable despair and emptiness, even more so than hatred.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling only vaguely understood what Yi Huawei was saying, but the detached and icy aura in his words, as well as Fu Junzhuo's instantly pale face and distraught expression, made them feel a strange sense of unease and chill.

Yi Huawei fell silent, closing his eyes again. The barely perceptible purple-gold light around him began to circulate once more, as if those astonishing words had never been uttered. He once again immersed himself in the operation of the "Longevity Technique," repairing his body and resisting the rejection from this world.

Around the campfire, only the crackling of the flames remained. Fu Junzhuo sat there blankly, staring at the flickering fire. Yi Huawei's words, "Heaven's justice is ruthless," echoed repeatedly in her mind like a curse, shattering the walls of hatred she had built up over time. The night wind blew, bringing the chill of the deep forest, but it couldn't dispel the cold confusion in her heart.

That night was destined to be sleepless for her.

………………

Traveling south and experiencing many twists and turns, the four of them, while not exactly inseparable, had become quite familiar with each other and developed a peculiar tacit understanding.

The biggest change was in Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, who were naturally lively and talkative. Under Yi Huawei's silent yet omnipresent deep aura, especially under the gaze of his indifferent eyes that occasionally swept over them as if they could freeze their souls, the two of them forced back all their curiosity, amazement and a million questions, like two quails with their necks being choked.

Most of the time, they communicated only with quick glances, occasionally whispering a few words. The moment they sensed any movement from Yi Huawei, they fell silent. This past month had been a profound lesson in the power of silence for them.

In stark contrast to them was Yi Huawei's almost extravagant wealth. He seemed to have inexhaustible money, as if some inexhaustible treasure trove was connected to his sleeves. Whenever they passed through a major city, he would lead the three of them straight to the most luxurious clothing shops and inns.

Fu Junzhuo changed out of her comfortable, coarse cloth outfit. Now, she wore an expensive autumn gown made of Shu brocade. Over this was a moon-white brocade long jacket with flowing cloud patterns, the collar and cuffs trimmed with delicate silver thread. Underneath was a begonia-red cloud-patterned silk ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) with a cross-collar. This magnificent garment was impeccably tailored, perfectly outlining her tall and shapely figure. Her shoulders were slender, her waist narrow, her breasts full yet firm, her waist slender and strong, and her long legs were glimpsed and revealed beneath the hem of her skirt as she walked, showcasing the unique slender and supple beauty of a Goryeo woman.

Her dark hair was styled into an elegant yet slightly aloof Lingyun bun, adorned with a kingfisher feather and pearl hairpin. A few slightly curled strands of hair fell beside her cheeks, making her already fair skin appear even more radiant and jade-like.

Having changed out of her sharp attire and washed away the dust of her journey, Fu Junzhuo's fierce killing intent, characteristic of a "Rakshasa Woman," was softened by her elegant attire, revealing a cool and noble air, like a solitary lotus atop a snow-capped mountain. However, deep within her eyes, as clear as autumn water, remained an indelible tenacity and a hint of barely perceptible confusion, adding to her contradictory and unique charm.

As she walked, her hair ornaments swayed gently, and her jade pendants tinkled softly, attracting frequent glances from passersby. However, she kept her eyes fixed on them, her expression indifferent, as if all this splendor and magnificence had nothing to do with her.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling also changed into brand-new brocade robes. Although they appeared somewhat reserved due to not being fully accustomed to their new attire, the clothes still made them look quite dashing. However, in front of Yi Huawei, the two still dared not utter a sound, even only daring to pick at the food in front of them while eating, let alone offer any "wise opinions" on Fu Junzhuo's stunningly beautiful appearance.

The food and lodging were top-notch. Wherever they went, they were always entertained in the most prestigious restaurants, with delicacies served in abundance. For lodging, they were always in quiet, elegant, and heavily guarded superior rooms. This extreme material enjoyment opened the eyes of Shuanglong, who came from humble origins and was used to going hungry. His awe of Yi Huawei was mixed with an indescribable shock—this senior not only had extraordinary power, but he also had extraordinary ability to spend money.

At the heart of all this enjoyment, Yi Huawei himself always maintained his original attire: a faded coarse linen outfit, his loose hair obscuring his young, handsome face with its indifferent gaze.

Fine clothes and delicious food were like roadside dust to him, causing no ripples. He spent most of his time meditating and regulating his breathing, circulating the "Longevity Technique" to resist the still stubborn repulsive force of this world. His aura was more concentrated and restrained than a month ago, the scars on his newly formed skin had faded considerably, and his jade-like radiance was contained within. His movements no longer carried the heaviness and weakness of before, but his unfathomable pressure and indifference remained undiminished.

As Fu Junzhuo's injuries gradually healed, she began formally instructing Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling in basic martial arts knowledge and the principles of swordsmanship during breaks in their journey. Yi Huawei merely observed this from the sidelines, offering no guidance whatsoever. Fu Junzhuo, a near-grandmaster, was perfectly capable of teaching two complete novices with no foundation whatsoever.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were both afraid of and curious about Yi Huawei. They had witnessed Yi Huawei's ruthless methods and extraordinary strength, but they were also grateful for his saving their lives. However, the two were still closer to Fu Junzhuo, eagerly learning everything she taught them, regarding Fu Junzhuo as their true "mother" and master.

A month later, in late autumn.

Chengdu.

The biting autumn wind swirled golden leaves along the official road. The air was filled with the dry scent of withered grass and earth, and the distant mountains were ablaze with color, a tapestry of reds and yellows, exuding a sense of both desolation and splendor in the depths of autumn.

In late autumn, Chengdu enjoys a mild climate, with hibiscus flowers in full bloom, adorning the ancient city walls and bustling streets. Pedestrians throng and merchants gather; despite the chaotic times, this place exudes a rare tranquility and prosperity.

The towering city gates came into view. Looking at the bustling street scene, Fu Junzhuo was filled with mixed emotions. Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling also breathed a long sigh of relief; they had finally arrived! Although they had eaten and slept well along the way, the mental pressure had been immense!

Yi Huawei stopped at the city gate, stood with his hands behind his back, and glanced at the ancient city before him before settling his gaze on Fu Junzhuo and the other two.

"arrive."

His voice remained hoarse and flat, devoid of any emotion.

Fu Junzhuo looked at him, her lips moving slightly, as if she wanted to say something. Thanks? Farewell? Asking about the road ahead? All the experiences of the past month, that thrilling confrontation, that mind-blowing "Heavenly Way" statement by the campfire that night, and the silent yet comprehensive protection along the way... A thousand words were stuck in her chest, but in the end, under the gaze of those deep eyes, they turned into a silent, complex emotion.

She simply clasped her hands in a solemn gesture and bowed deeply: "Senior, you have protected me all the way. I will always remember it."

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling also quickly bowed and paid their respects, their attitude more respectful than ever before.

Yi Huawei nodded slightly in response. He reached into his sleeve with a casual and natural movement, and when he extended his hand, several gleaming, heavy gold ingots lay in his palm, shimmering alluringly in the autumn sunlight.

He handed the gold ingot to Fu Junzhuo, his tone leaving no room for argument:

"Take it."

Fu Junzhuo looked at the gold ingots, enough for the three of them to live comfortably in Chengdu for a long time. Then she looked up at Yi Huawei's young yet weathered face, and his still-rough hemp clothing. The contrast made her heart tremble slightly. She silently took the gold; it felt heavy in her hand, carrying a slight coolness from his palm.

"See you soon."

Yi Huawei uttered four words, crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Before he finished speaking, he had already turned around. His long, loose hair billowed in the autumn wind, and his figure, dressed in coarse linen, stood out starkly against the backdrop of the bustling Chengdu city gate, yet exuded a sense of aloofness and isolation. He strode forward, merging directly into the flow of people coming and going through the city gate, without looking back. His figure quickly disappeared into the depths of the throng, like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

Fu Junzhuo held the still-warm gold ingot in her hand, gazing in the direction where the crowd had disappeared, standing there for a long time. The autumn wind stirred her magnificent skirt and hair, causing her hair ornaments to sway gently, making a soft sound. Her exquisitely beautiful face held a complex and unreadable expression. Gratitude? Sorrow? Awe? Or perhaps the lingering confusion of that night when the words "Heaven's Way is ruthless" shattered her not yet fully healed? Perhaps all of these.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling watched the direction where Yi Huawei disappeared, and their nerves, which had been tense for a month, finally relaxed completely.

Kou Zhong patted his chest dramatically and let out a long sigh of relief: "My goodness! We're finally leaving! I was so bored on the way here!" He then scratched his head, looked at the gold in Fu Junzhuo's hand, and clicked his tongue: "But... this senior is really... kind! Young Master Ling, if we ever make it big and run into him again, we must repay him properly!"

Xu Ziling also gazed at the city gate, his eyes filled with a youthful longing and lingering shock, and murmured softly, "Yes...may we meet again someday..."

But where will this "fate" lead in the vast sea of ​​people and the chaotic world?

…………

After a long and arduous journey, the three finally arrived at the agreed-upon location with Song Shidao. Song Shidao, the sycophant, had been anxiously waiting for some time. Seeing Fu Junzhuo safe and sound, he was overjoyed and finally felt relieved.

Under Song Shidao's arrangement, Fu Junzhuo and Shuanglong moved into a safe and secluded manor owned by the Song clan in Sichuan.

Fu Junzhuo focused on recovering from her injuries and formally began teaching Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling martial arts. She imparted all her knowledge, including the essence of Goryeo swordsmanship, the foundation of internal strength, and techniques for lightness and agility. More importantly, she guided them to understand the principles of martial arts.

Three months later, Fu Junzhuo's injuries had basically healed, and her martial arts skills had also recovered to most of their former level. At this time, Fu Cailin's order came, urgently summoning her back to Goryeo.

Although Fu Junzhuo was reluctant to part with the two dragons, she could not disobey her master's orders. Before their departure, she instructed them never to let outsiders know that they possessed the 'Longevity Technique'. She also instructed them that if they were fortunate enough to comprehend it, they must be extremely careful, proceed step by step, support each other, and harmonize yin and yang.

Based on her previous observations and Yi Huawei's state at the time, she vaguely felt that Yi Huawei seemed to have gained some kind of inspiration from the "Longevity Manual," which gave her a sliver of hope for the possibility of the twin dragons cultivating together, but more than anything, she was worried.

Finally, Fu Junzhuo earnestly requested Song Shidao to take care of Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, and to bring them back to Songjiashan City in Lingnan, where they would be given protection and guidance.

Song Shidao readily agreed to Fu Junzhuo's request. He also took a liking to the two clever, resourceful, and loyal young men. After dealing with affairs in Sichuan, he set off with Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, traveling south by water or land, towards Lingnan, the core stronghold of the Song clan.

Along the way, Song Shidao was not only their protector but also one of the Twin Dragons' mentors. He taught them the etiquette of their aristocratic families (though the Twin Dragons mostly scoffed at it), the rules of the martial world, the general trends of the world, military strategy (the Song clan was founded on martial arts, and military strategy was also part of their family learning), and the Song clan's way of dealing with people. This knowledge greatly broadened the Twin Dragons' horizons and laid an important foundation for their future rise, in addition to martial arts skills.

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, carrying the "Longevity Manual," felt a mix of uncertainty about the future, a yearning for power, and gratitude towards their "mother" Fu Junzhuo and "master" Song Shidao. They began secretly studying the diagrams and text within the manual, their understanding limited, yet the wheels of fate had already begun to turn.

Upon arriving in Guangzhou, Shuanglong officially entered Songjiashan City. Here, they will begin a new life, growing under the protection of the Song clan and awaiting their destined moment.

Although Yi Huawei has temporarily disappeared from their sight, no one knows when he will reappear or what changes he will bring. (End of Chapter)