Qin Shi: I went astray in the Heavenly Sect

Chapter 79 A Delicate Relationship, Yan Lingji Returns

"Young master, what is this??"

The sun was setting in the west, and in the blink of an eye, night had fallen.

Inside the Purple Orchid Pavilion, Nongyu seemed to have seen something, her face full of surprise.

Chen Xiuyuan sat to the side, somewhat lost in thought. When he heard Nongyu's words, he subconsciously looked over, and his gaze was more profound than usual.

His calm gaze was like a deep pool, unfathomable, his eyes sparkling like the stars in the sky, and his aura grew increasingly ethereal, as if he could ride the wind and disappear at any moment.

Nongyu subconsciously avoided that gaze, her eyelids lowered, and she pointed to Chen Xiuyuan's other free hand.

Chen Xiuyuan turned his gaze and looked over. He saw several blue sword lights, each less than an inch long, floating above his fingertips. These sword lights were unpredictable, sometimes merging into one and sometimes splitting into several, which was quite extraordinary.

As if he had thought of something, Chen Xiuyuan put down the bamboo slip in his hand, then raised his hand to examine it carefully. After a while, he said softly, "The Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, three gives birth to all things. With a single thought, countless things gather. It is an unexpected joy."

He then reached out and beckoned, and the wooden sword hanging by his bedside seemed to sense something, trembled slightly, and then rushed towards him.

Chen Xiuyuan casually grabbed the hilt of the sword, ran two fingers along the blade, and a sword aura arose in his heart.

Looking at the wooden sword in his hand, Chen Xiuyuan remained silent for a while, then shook his head.

Seeing Chen Xiuyuan shake his head, Nongyu was taken aback. Judging from the previous situation, this young man should have gained some insight, which should have been a good thing, but he didn't seem happy.

"The young master seems unhappy."

Chen Xiuyuan stood up and hung the wooden sword back on the headboard.

He then walked slowly to the window and replied softly, "No, it's just that I remembered some things."

"The relationship between various sects and countries is very delicate now. The Heavenly Sect's techniques are too conspicuous, and I'm afraid many people in the martial arts world recognize them. Now that I have another technique, I have more freedom in my actions."

Nongyu sat to the side, tidying up the books and scrolls that Xiuyuan had finished reading, and then neatly arranging them on one side of the table. From what he said, she could actually tell that this young man did not seem to want to trouble the sect.

"Going down the mountain for training is something that every disciple of the Heavenly Sect has to go through. It is naturally a good thing to have a sect to rely on, but if you rely too much on the sect, training will become empty talk."

"The situation among the seven kingdoms is tense right now, with war raging everywhere. In the face of thousands of troops, the strength of a single sect is ultimately limited."

At this point, Chen Xiuyuan's gaze became distant.

Several major sects in the world have experts in charge, but none of them directly confront the Seven Kingdoms. Even if they have grudges, they will never put them in the open and will mostly resolve them in private.

According to the original timeline, the elder of the Six Sages of the Farmer's Clan said that Bai Qi's death might be related to the Farmer's Clan, but the version circulating outside is different.

A delicate balance was maintained between the various families and countries. As long as they did not cause trouble openly, the monarchs would turn a blind eye.

After all, governing a country requires talent. Eliminating all threats is certainly satisfying, but in doing so, talents from all factions will likely be deterred. In a sense, this also cuts off the country's own escape route. They can distinguish between these two points.

For each individual, confronting a massive army head-on is unrealistic, and of course, most wouldn't be that foolish.

However, if we bring things into the open, the Qin state's methods towards the Mohists and the Agriculturalists are the best illustration.

In other words, when traveling abroad, it's best to save face for both sides, so as not to leave anyone with no way to save face. The consequence of a complete breakdown in relations is an overwhelming army pressing in and mutual destruction. As for the top experts of each family, most of them only serve as a deterrent. Perhaps they cannot stop thousands of troops, but if they were to carry out an assassination, probably no one could stop them. I suppose those monarchs are well aware of this.

The subtle relationship between them was something Chen Xiuyuan had only recently come to understand.

He gained something today; his cultivation technique is independent of the Heavenly Sect. If special circumstances arise in the future, he will have more freedom in using it to fight enemies.

As for these things, Chen Xiuyuan didn't explain them to Nongyu anymore, figuring that even if he did, she wouldn't understand.

Outside the city of Xinzheng, in a secluded mountain stronghold, a young woman stepped in.

Suddenly, a black iron chain rushed out of the house and blocked her way. Looking at the chain in front of her, her expression changed slightly.

"Can you tell me where you've been these past few days?"

A blue-haired man walked out of the room. His gaze was somewhat sinister, and his blood-red pupils radiated a violent intent.

Behind him were three other people: an old man, a man in a hooded robe, and a towering giant.

"hey-hey."

Upon seeing the newcomer, the old man chuckled, a faint green light gleaming in his cloudy eyes.

Seeing that the other party did not respond for a long time, the man's deep voice rang out again.

"Yan Ling Ji".

The newcomer was Yan Lingji, and the other people present were Tianze, who had disappeared for several days, the Corpse-Driving Demon, the Hundred Poison King, and Wushuang.

Seeing Tianze's dissatisfaction, Yan Lingji then looked at the others, her beautiful eyes flickering uncertainly.

Before leaving, she had already spoken with the Corpse-Driving Demon and the King of a Hundred Poisons, but judging from the current situation, her master seemed dissatisfied with her explanation.

Thinking of the boy in the city and the people she met at Mount Taiyi, she felt a sense of powerlessness. Such power was probably even more terrifying than that of Ji Wuye and Bai Yifei.

After thinking for a moment, she explained, "There is a young man in Xinzheng City who has a piece of fire essence. When I tried to take it from him, he subdued me. He knows a lot about the situation in Baiyue and even revealed information about Wushuang, the Corpse-Driving Demon, and the Hundred Poison King. I had no choice but to agree to do something for him."

Although Yan Lingji didn't spell it out, Tianze sensed something was amiss. If she knew Baiyue so well, she shouldn't have overlooked him. As for manipulating Yan Lingji, it was probably more than just intelligence; it was more of a threat than information.

"who is he??"

Tianze stood still, his gaze dark and uncertain. The expressions of the Corpse-Driving Demon and the Hundred Poison King also changed slightly. Having survived that great battle, they were all intelligent people. What Tianze could understand, they naturally understood as well.

Yan Lingji frowned slightly. She didn't want to say much about Qingxu's identity, as the matter was quite serious and the boy's methods were too strange. She was worried that if the information was leaked, the other party would kill her to silence her.

"He's a young man, and his strength is terrifying."

"He is the strongest person I have ever met. I can't even muster a single other thought in his presence."

Tianze withdrew his gaze. What he needed to determine was whether Yan Lingji had betrayed him, and now he had confirmed it: Yan Lingji had been coerced, not betrayed him.
"Interesting, a young man. But he dares to lay a finger on my people; he'll regret it."

(End of this chapter)