The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 174 The Unlucky Guy Who Bound Himself by Karma

As the towering flames soared into the sky.

Beneath the commander's banner, the richly dressed young man, with countless knives held to his neck, was incessantly explaining to the old general and the surrounding soldiers:

"Lord Shi'an! Have you forgotten? When I was young, I accompanied my father to visit you. At that time, my father always told me that you are a pillar of the country and a peerless hero, and that I must take you as my role model for the rest of my life!"

Those around him remained completely unmoved. The richly dressed young man felt the blade at his neck press even closer, the icy touch now permeated with warmth, making it impossible for him to distinguish whether it was body temperature or blood temperature.

So he quickly said:

“That’s right! That’s right! Uncle Shi’an—no, my great-uncle! Listen to me! My mother often says that your granddaughter is stunningly beautiful, elegant, and has a graceful and generous personality. She and I are a match made in heaven. She has been wanting to find an auspicious day to ask someone to come to our mansion to propose marriage! You see, we, we might become in-laws in the future!”

The elegantly dressed young man was practically in tears. He was nothing more than a mortal; how could he have impulsively wandered into this place?

At first, he was able to stall for time by using his silver tongue to ramble on and on.

But the old general was no easy opponent. After a few rounds, he was at a disadvantage.

Now he is in dire straits, his life hanging by a thread, and he could pass away at any moment.

The old general sneered, about to rebuke the boy for making up such nonsense as "recognizing in-laws" just to save his own life.

But as soon as he smiled, he and all his soldiers felt a lightness on their heads, and then they saw the towering flames on the Cold Pine Mountain!

At this moment, not only the armored soldiers, but even many generals who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood beside him were jolted and fell off their horses, hurriedly kowtowing and begging for forgiveness towards the towering flames.

The old general was also dumbfounded.

Having fought on the battlefield for decades, he had seen barbarians, southern barbarians, giant elephants, and poisonous miasma, but he had never seen anything like this before!
'Is it true?! Is what this Wang family brat said true? So Zhang Wei and Wang Pingzhang both switched sides? Our entire army was really deceived by this smokescreen?'

Upon seeing this, the elegantly dressed young man carefully removed the blade from his neck and glanced behind him.

When he saw the towering fireworks, he breathed a sigh of relief and instantly calmed down.

"Oh, senior, you're so reliable! You got it done so quickly!"

He shoved aside the stunned soldiers, then stood up straight with a flourish, slowly tidying his disheveled sleeves.

Well, at least Wang Pingzhang didn't die because of his own foolishness, and he didn't end up owing the Langya Wang clan a huge karmic debt.

In order to protect him, I ended up standing out, which is a bit tricky.

Alas, cause and effect, cause and effect, it's truly a tangled mess that can never be untangled.

He had clearly fled to this godforsaken place in the southwest to escape the Buddha's karma.

Why is it still so difficult to deal with?

Lost in thought, the old general dismounted and walked up to him, asking:
“My dear nephew, is what appears on this mountain as I have imagined, and as you have said?”

Looking at the old general who had been brought to him, the elegantly dressed young man cupped his hands and smiled:

"Now that you know, why ask any more questions?"

The old general paused for a moment upon hearing this, while the richly dressed young man turned to look at the Cold Pine Mountain, which had regained its light, and said:

"What you need to do as soon as possible is to get up the mountain! So don't delay any longer!" The old general nodded hurriedly and left.

Looking at the towering flames of Cold Pine Mountain, the elegantly dressed young man became increasingly curious about the identity of this senior. The Three Mountain Lords were no ordinary figures; they were deities who had existed since the time of the ancient human emperor.

In terms of experience, knowledge, and strategic planning alone, He was already a first-rate veteran. Otherwise, how could He have survived those two earth-shattering battles between mountains and rivers, amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood?
It is clear that if He were to take action, He would be absolutely certain of His safety.

But even such a person stumbled on his own turf, and was defeated by someone else.

Tsk, with your cultivation level, senior, you're probably already on par with the patriarch.

I wonder what a frustrated look the Three Mountains Lord will have after suffering such a huge misfortune.

It's so interesting to think about!

The elegantly dressed young man was secretly amused when his brows suddenly furrowed, his gaze fixed on Cold Pine Mountain—which had previously been barren and its peaks charred black, now showed faint hints of green, as if it would spread out in an instant with a gust of wind.

'Huh? What does this mean? The great disaster hasn't subsided, the drought continues, how come the mountains and fields are turning green?'

As he stared at it, his heart skipped a beat, and he gasped.

Could it be that the Three Mountain Lords not only arrived in their golden bodies, but were also directly killed by their predecessors, causing their divine positions to collapse, their golden bodies to vanish, and all their supernatural powers to be returned to nourish the earth's veins?

The Three Mountain Lords are great mountain gods who guard this region!
It was already shocking that he could be beaten to death on his own mountain, and how would the Confucian school explain this? What would the officials in the Confucian temple think?
According to Confucian rules, no matter how deserving the Three Mountain Lords were of death, they should still be sent to the Temple of Literature for trial!

Oh, this, this, how did I get into trouble again!

The elegantly dressed young man was filled with despair.

I thought the karma I had incurred was over, but how did I end up getting involved with the Temple of Literature again?

Just as he was lamenting to himself, his wrist was suddenly grabbed. Turning around, he saw it was the old general who had returned. The old general was now holding his hand, a smile on his face.

“My dear nephew, our families are of different social standing, and my Xiao family should not presume to marry into the Wang family. But since your wife is so fond of my granddaughter, I think there is no need to trouble any matchmakers or gossips. I will personally agree to this marriage today!”

The Langya Wang clan was the most prestigious family in ancient times, ranking first among the five surnames and seven prominent clans.

Although the rigid rule of intermarriage within the same family has been abolished since the beginning of this dynasty, it is still extremely rare for a family to lower its social standing. The Xiao family is a prominent family, but compared to the Langya Wang family, it is truly nothing.

Therefore, he won't let this matter go. Anyway, it was you who spoke up, not me!
"what?!"

The elegantly dressed young man was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. His mind, filled with thoughts of the Confucian Temple and the law of cause and effect, was instantly shattered by these sudden words.

Just as he was about to explain, a thought struck him, and he pinched his fingers together slightly. A moment later, he stared at the old general in front of him, speechless.

Damn it, I've really drawn a red line for myself!
Since ancient times, there have been three unfilial acts, the greatest of which is having no offspring.

He had noticed this before and had tried to avoid it, but he never expected that he would actually run into it today.
'Senior, please forgive me. I've really ruined my own life!'

He wanted to say, "Senior, you've really ruined my life," but then he thought that it didn't seem to be the senior's fault.

They could only swallow their words and wallow in self-pity.

She comforted herself, "Forget it, forget it. I already owe them. Besides, how could a girl from the Xiao family be more troublesome than Palace Master Hanqiu?"

(End of this chapter)