I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 638: The imperial court fosters scholars! Die for justice!
"Supervisor, something bad has happened—"

The capital of gods, the Imperial Observatory.

Lingtai Lang, who was in charge of guarding the Sky Survey Mirror, flew over in a hurry, but before he landed, a faint response came from the Sitian Palace.

"I already know about this, you can go down now."

Lingtai Lang, who came here on the clouds in a hurry, froze and spoke in a stammering voice.

"Then... Supervisor, the great thief has come with a mighty force from eighteen states. His momentum is so fierce, what should we do..."

There was no need to explain the anxiety mixed with hesitation in the voice.

But the supervisor in the Sitian Palace seemed to still speak in a calm tone.

"When the enemy comes, we will stop him; when the water comes, we will block it with earth. There is nothing else like this."

This was too casual a statement, and Ling Tai Lang didn't know how to respond.

But the scene he just saw in the astronomical mirror was so shocking that he had no choice but to get to the bottom of it.

"Supervisor...Supervisor, can...can this be stopped?"

In fact, facing Shangguan's questioning, it was somewhat presumptuous.

If it were any other government office, perhaps the next moment would be the thundering wrath of the superior.

However, the Imperial Observatory is quite different from most government offices in Shendu.

It is said to be a government office, but in fact it is more like a sect that has been passed down for generations.

The official positions of varying sizes within the sect correspond to the teachers and leaders at all levels within the sect.

Therefore, there are not many other government offices with such strict hierarchy, where a higher-ranking official can crush someone else.

Just like now, facing Lingtai Lang's words, the supervisor could only sigh in silence.

"Even if we can't stop it, we have to stop it."

Not to mention that the Imperial Observatory had been worshipped by the Ji clan of Dayong throughout the ages, just the fact that his sect had long been entangled with the destiny of Dayong.

One glory and one glory.

If Dayong were to encounter a disaster, his clan would also have no chance of survival and would suffer a miserable end due to the backlash of luck.

Upon hearing this, Lingtai Lang outside the Sitian Palace fell silent.

Yes, the catastrophe is coming, and anyone can retreat, even if they are a god. Anyone can retreat.

Only they cannot retreat, they cannot retreat.

If you retreat, there will be no recovery.

When he thought of this, the panic on Lingtailang's face gradually faded away, replaced by a determined look of no retreat.

He bowed deeply towards the Sitian Palace and said in a deep voice.

"I understand."

"I will go and inform the Supervisor right away. Don't worry, since this disaster is unavoidable, we swear to fight with the Supervisor until death, and will never bring down the prestige of our Imperial Observatory!"

But just as he resolutely turned around and left, a voice from inside the Sitian Palace suddenly called him.

"and many more."

Lingtai Lang paused and looked back, with a look of doubt in his eyes.

At this moment, he saw a golden light flash from the hall to him.

"Don't do anything extra, it's meaningless."

"This Taoist certificate is a secret treasure that I have refined over the years. It can conceal the secrets of heaven. Anyone listed on it will be difficult for even the Ninth Realm Taiyi to see through their origins..."

When Ling Tailang heard this, he looked at the jade tablet in his hand and instantly realized something, and his face suddenly changed.

"Supervisor! This——"

It was a pity that the person in Sitian Palace did not give him the chance to speak more and interrupted him with one word.

"Okay, no need to say more."

"We don't have much time left."

"Hurry up and pick someone."

At this point, the voice in the Sitian Hall seemed to hesitate, and then sighed heavily.

"Forget about those who are too talented."

"A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind, which is not good for hiding... So choose someone with a calm temperament."

Those who are talented will inevitably be arrogant.

I will not be willing to live a life of frustration and inaction.

Rather than letting them suffer for their entire lives, until they could no longer hold back and took the initiative to cause trouble and seek death, it would be better to let them die together with him, the supervisor, and the glorious Yong Dynasty for more than two thousand years.

Although this is equally cruel to them...

Upon hearing this, Ling Tailang's body completely froze in mid-air, his expression dazed.

"Supervisor..."

Hearing the weeping voices of the younger generation, there was another sigh in the Sitian Hall.

"Fool, fool, don't linger on for too long."

“Those who survive today are not necessarily lucky, and those who perish here are not necessarily unfortunate.”

"I don't expect you to achieve much in the future. I just hope you can keep my Huangtian Wuji Sect alive..."

"Let's go."

Sometimes, staying alive requires great courage and perseverance.

During this period, the suffering that one will inevitably encounter and endure may just be what the word "煎" in the phrase "来煎人寿" means.

That is why the supervisor sighed and said that they might not be lucky.

However, for Ling Tailang at this moment, the only thing he could hear was the words of the Supervisor, "Keep the flame of our Huangtian Wuji Sect alive."

So he could only kowtow to the void with a face full of sorrow, and no longer called him "Supervisor", but "Master" instead.

"Master, take care. I am leaving now..."

……

There is nothing in this world that comes without a price.

His Huangtian Wuji Sect was supported by the Dayong Ji clan, and has prospered for more than two thousand years.

Today, Dayong has fallen, which has affected the Imperial Observatory and his Huangtian Wuji Sect.

This is the price.

After sending away a little bit of the spark of hope for the continuation of the inheritance, the frown on Yangming Zhenren's face in the Sitian Hall obviously relaxed a little.

Then he looked up at the huge dragon tripod in front of him, his eyes filled with regret and sadness.

What is regrettable is, of course, that the sacred weapon of a country that once suppressed the vast mountains and rivers has now become a broken state with cracks all over it.

"Whose fault is this?"

He had no answer to this murmur.

This is the helplessness of the Qi-gazers. They can observe the sky, the earth, and the Qi, but they do not have the ability to change anything according to their own wishes.

Ten years ago, his teacher obeyed his heart once.

The price to pay was to sacrifice one's body and soul and merge them into the cauldron.

Reaching out his hand and gently stroking the large dark area on the tripod, Master Yangming's eyes were filled with sorrow.

The area that once only needed to be blocked in eight states has now spread to eighteen states. He knows that the gift left by his teacher will eventually fail.

And he himself can't hold on any longer...

"I'm sorry, my disciple Yangming is incompetent and has disappointed the teacher."

After he apologized, the supervisor Yangming Zhenren looked gloomy and ashamed.

In just ten years, his once black hair had turned completely gray, a manifestation of his mental exhaustion.

When the teacher entered Zhenlongding, he said that his school no longer owed anything to Dayong Ji.

He understood what was meant.

But he couldn't do it.

Over the past two thousand years, his family has devoted everything to this dynasty and this country. How could they give it up so easily?

What's more, his teacher is still here, on the Dragon Cauldron that guards the country. How could he bear to choose the gecko that cuts off its tail?

It's just a pity that even with his level of cultivation, in the end he can only do some repairs on this national dragon cauldron.

Trying your best to do this seemingly stupid, but in fact extremely stupid and useless thing.

Fortunately, all this seems to be finally coming to an end.

"Teacher, the disciple is gone."

As he spoke, a smile of relief appeared on Yangming Zhenren's face.

"But don't worry, Master. I have already made arrangements."

"Even if my disciple dies, our Huangtian Wuji Sect will still be passed down, and when the time comes, we will surely be able to revive."

As long as the heritage is not lost, there shouldn't be any problems.

But the "re-emergence" in the second sentence is just self-consolation and a beautiful vision.

After all, looking at the past and present, there are countless inheritances that were brilliant in a lifetime, but after a period of decline, how many of them can rise again?
Even if you understand it in your heart, don't people live on their spirit and thoughts?
Yangming Zhenren's smile gradually became bitter, and he said sorry to his teacher in his heart.

This was the limit of his ability, what could his disciples do? Just as he was sighing with emotion, he suddenly felt that vast and terrifying aura was getting closer and closer, and it might only take a moment to reach the capital of the gods.

Zhenren Yangming turned his head and looked into the distance, then finally took a step forward.

At this moment, the National Defense Dragon Cauldron, which had been with him every day and had long been connected with him by Qi, hummed, as if it wanted to go with him.

But Yangming Zhenren refused.

Indeed, the Dragon Cauldron, which embodies the fortune of the day, is undoubtedly one of the most powerful artifacts in the world today.

In the past, the directors of the Imperial Observatory could easily kill many powerful enemies in the world with just this tripod.

It’s a pity that it’s no longer possible now.

In its current state, even though it still has some unparalleled power, it is broken and cannot be moved without authorization.

However, just as Master Yangming was about to step into the void, he still separated one of his thoughts and focused it on the Chaofeng Palace not far away.

Like the Imperial Observatory, the Chaofeng Palace was also supported by the Dayong Ji clan for generations.

It doesn't make sense. The Imperial Observatory has been working themselves to death for this, but the Chaofeng Palace can sit on the mountain and watch the fight with peace of mind.

With one thought, he connected several powerful souls like gods, and Yangming Zhenren didn’t say much.

"This time the great thief Zhang Xian has come with the might of 18 states. We are facing a great enemy. I hope that the great palace masters can put aside their past grudges and join forces to meet the enemy."

"Otherwise...when the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact?"

After he finished saying this, the several god-like spirits remained silent. Even though Master Yangming had long been calm, he still couldn't help but secretly curse these people for being so selfish that they were blinded by a single leaf and became short-sighted!

"That's it! That's it!"

"The country has nurtured scholars for more than two thousand years! Today is the day to die for justice!"

"Just sit here and enjoy yourself! I'm leaving now!"

After saying this, the divine thought that had descended upon him was withdrawn.

At the same time, his figure had already stepped onto the void of the divine capital Haojing.

Seeing this situation, several great palace masters who had been sitting like clay statues in the Chaofeng Palace finally sighed.

"It's too late to avoid it. Let's go."

……

When Zhang Xian arrived, he was still thousands of miles away, but what he saw was the endless vast palace of the capital city of Haojing.

It is almost like a heavenly palace and truly deserves the name of the capital of gods.

It's a pity that this divine capital, which should have been full of mighty power, is now gloomy and looks old and dilapidated.

Zhang Xian, who was holding the Dragon Slaying Sword, had a hint of sneer on his face.

But just a moment later, he was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the Taoist figure standing alone in the void, he said with some surprise.

"Who is this Taoist? Are you trying to stop me?"

Taoist Yangming made a Taoist seal and snorted coldly.

"You are a rebel and a scourge to the world. Everyone has the right to kill you."

"Since I am receiving your salary, I shall punish the thieves for you! What's the problem?"

Zhang Xian concentrated his attention for a moment and realized that the red Taoist robe the visitor was wearing was actually an official uniform.

"Oh, whether he is a righteous person or an official, he is nothing more than a hawk or dog raised by the Ji family."

After responding with such a sarcastic remark, Zhang Xian immediately felt a little emotional.

"But you, a flying eagle running dog, are somewhat loyal and filial."

"I came here today, and no one dared to stop me, but you came here alone. Your courage is commendable."

This statement may seem like praise, but in fact it is a greater mockery.

Think about it, the Yong Ji family has enjoyed the world for so many years, but now that the catastrophe has come, only these five-rank petty officials have stood up. Isn't it ridiculous?

So Zhang Xian smiled.

And this smile of his undoubtedly peeled off another layer of the fig leaf of the Yong Ji clan.

As a result, the already weak luck of Dayong was reduced by another two points.

When Master Yangming saw this, his face suddenly changed and he shouted harshly.

"My Great Yong has always been very kind to you cultivators, but it has nurtured ambitious villains like you. Not only do you bring chaos to the world for your own selfish interests, but you still have the nerve to speak so shamelessly?"

After saying this, he drew the Taoist formula in his hand, and instantly released a terrifying magical power with astonishing power.

At this time, the smile on Zhang Xian's face had disappeared.

The Ji clan of Dayong has indeed been very kind to the cultivators, otherwise how could there be so many noble families in the world who have been noble for generations?
But what about this?

What about the millions of people?
"This is what it means to talk without agreement..."

Zhang Xian sighed.

"Foolish people, stubborn and stubborn."

He looked up at the magical powers pouring down in front of him. Although it was also the power of Taiyi, it was nothing to Zhang Xian in his current state.

He didn't even use the Dragon-Slaying Sword. After all, this sword had been prepared for the Emperor Ji since the day it was forged. How could he easily let such a small fish or shrimp blunt its edge?

Therefore, I just point it out with one finger.

As endless ochre-yellow air boiled and spread, a ray of extremely bright golden light pierced through the void.

In just a moment, the seemingly terrifying Taiyi magical vision disappeared like a bubble.

At the same time, Yangming Zhenren, who was about to continue his attack, was shocked all over. He looked down at the blood-red official uniform of the Imperial Observatory, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"How...how could this happen?"

They are all at the Taiyi realm. Even though this big thief has the luck of eighteen states, which is far superior to ordinary Taiyi like them, the gap between them is still so huge.

Zhang Xian looked indifferent to this.

"Ants cannot see the blue sky, so I ask this question."

Upon hearing this, Master Yangming seemed to finally realize something and his pupils contracted violently.

"You...you took that step?"

Zhang Xian did not answer.

He just looked into another void and said sarcastically.

"You guys always seem to be a step late."

The last time I had contact with Chaofeng Palace was in the 60th year of Taikang.

That year, one of them arrived a step late, so the three Zhang Xian brothers successfully asked Taiyi for the truth.

In a sense, if it weren't for their delay, Dayong might not have fallen into its current situation.

At least... not this fast.

Being mocked and ridiculed by Zhang Xian right after their debut, the faces of the several Grand Palace Masters of Chaofeng Palace were naturally not very good.

They were indeed late again.

Looking back in the direction of Yangming Zhenren, I saw golden sword energy accompanied by boiling hot blood bursting out from his body.

The figure that was originally standing tall and upright staggered and almost fell into the air.

One of the great palace masters showed a look of pity, and he used a gentle force to lift it up, sighing.

"Sorry, we're late."

Zhenren Yangming, whose aura was rapidly declining, glanced at them. His eyes were brighter than ever before and he smiled.

"It's good that you're here. It's never too late."

"Next, I'll leave it to the Grand Palace Masters."

Upon hearing this, the several great palace masters fell silent.

At this time, Yangming Zhenren, whose Taiyi aura was about to disappear, suddenly summoned up the remaining aura, glared at Zhang Xian and shouted.

"Kill the thief! Kill the thief! Kill—"

It was a pity that his figure suddenly appeared, but before he could actually reach Zhang Xian, a gust of wind blew past, and he was blown away by the wind like dust.

He passed away suddenly.

All the Grand Palace Masters who witnessed this tragic scene sighed at this moment, no matter what they were thinking.

"He's a good junior..."

"Pity."

Although the Director of the Imperial Observatory was at a similar level to them, he was indeed their junior in terms of status.

They can be considered as witnesses of Yangming Zhenren's journey.

And they were impressed by his talent, and even a little afraid of it.

But now, seeing him die in front of me and others with my own eyes, it is really... so sad!
Looking up at the celestial phenomenon caused by the fall of a Taiyi above their heads, several great palace masters sighed and had no more words to say.

After looking at each other, they began to unleash their Taiyi origin magical powers forward.

"Yangming is right."

'When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact?'

……

(End of this chapter)