Achieving the Dao from the Hundred Schools of Thought

Goujian rushed into the palace, followed closely by a junior official carrying a precious sword.

"Your Majesty! I was overjoyed to hear of your summons, and I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness for my disrespect!"

Zhuang Weiyang quietly turned her head and saw that Goujian was covered in dust, with a few dry grasses stuck in his hair, and the smell of horse manure could be smelled from several feet away.

As the ruler of a country, he was able to endure such humiliation and hardship.

Goujian was truly a ruthless man!

Fuchai was not surprised by this and ignored Goujian's little scheme, and immediately gave the order.

"Goujian, pick up your sword and have a duel with me!"

Goujian was terrified and kowtowed repeatedly, pleading incessantly:

"Your Majesty, this humble servant would never dare! How could a servant draw his sword against his master? Your Majesty would shorten this humble servant's lifespan!"

Fuchai sneered twice.

"What? Back in Kuaiji Mountain, you dared to attack me with the sword of the King of Yue, but now you don't dare?"

"Take this!"

Fuchai gave Goujian no more chance to speak, and picked up his sword to strike Goujian fiercely.

Goujian scrambled to avoid it, and the official behind him threw the Yue King's sword to him, which Goujian immediately caught.

At this moment, Goujian no longer cared about being a disgraced official or a slave; if he continued to pretend, he would be killed by Fuchai!

"Very well! Goujian, come and have a contest with me!"

Fuchai's face showed excitement. As a regional overlord, Fuchai had not fought anyone for a long time.

Now that I have obtained a fine sword, how can I not try it out?

"Buzz—!"

Fuchai infused the sword with royal energy, and the sword immediately emitted a humming sound.

"Take this!"

Fuchai did not intend to kill Goujian, but rather to test his sword, so he did not use the royal power to pressure Goujian.

Goujian fought back in a sorry state, using the royal fortune that had fallen a level, pouring it into the Yue King's sword, and wielding the sword to protect himself.

In an instant, the Wu King's palace was filled with the glint of swords and the resounding clang of clashing swords.

After a dozen or so breaths, Fuchai's face turned grim, and he halted his attack.

"Gan Jiang, what kind of king's sword is this? It can't even cut through the Yue King's sword!"

Gan Jiang knelt on the ground, remaining silent.

Fuchai infused the sword with the third-order royal fortune, which not only carried the fortune of the Wu Kingdom's heyday, but also could not sever the Yue King's sword, which contained a trace of the Yue Kingdom's fortune.

The difference in quality between the swords is immediately apparent!

"Gan Jiang, you are far inferior to your senior brother Ou Yezi! Since that's the case, you're useless now."

Fuchai, feeling disheartened, casually abandoned Bu Guang and sealed Gan Jiang's fate.

"They're here! Take Ganjiang out and behead him!"

Gan Jiang turned pale, kowtowed to Fuchai, and accepted his fate of death.

Two soldiers entered from outside and dragged Gan Jiang away.

When Bingxiu dragged the apprentice behind Ganjiang, the apprentice did not have Ganjiang's courage.

As the soldier dragged the apprentice along, a water stain was left on the floor beneath him.

The apprentice was so terrified that he lost control of his bladder.

When they finally reached the door, the apprentice looked at Gan Jiang, who remained silent.

The apprentice's psychological defenses collapsed instantly!

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! This is not only fake! The true sword of kings is not this one!"

"Oh?"

Fuchai's disappointment turned to clarity again.

"Go on."

Gan Jiang's apprentice swallowed hard and said, trembling:

"Your Majesty, spare me! The real sword is not only completely black, but it also shines gold in the sunlight, unlike the one in Your Majesty's hand!"

"I suspect it was my master, Gan Jiang, who, being a Yue man, was unwilling to offer the king's sword to the Wu Kingdom, so he hid it away!"

Fuchai smiled amusedly, waved his hand, and signaled Bingxiu to drag Ganjiang back.

"Gan Jiang, where have you hidden my king's sword?"

When questioned by Fuchai, Gan Jiang remained silent. After a few breaths, Fuchai lost his patience and slashed at Gan Jiang with his sword.

"Bang--!"

"Goujian, how dare you stop me from killing people! What? Are you worried about your people now?!"

Fuchai suffered a series of setbacks today, and coupled with his lack of rest yesterday, his anger surged.

If Goujian doesn't provide an explanation, he will die on the spot today!

Goujian immediately knelt down and pleaded:

"Your Majesty, Gan Jiang deserves to die for his hidden sword! But if we kill him, we will not be able to find the true source of justice!"

"I beg Your Majesty to send men, with this general in tow, to investigate the Sword Pavilion!"

"Very well! I will go myself!"

As a hegemon, Fuchai always longed for a king's sword to prove the legitimacy of his status.

At this moment, reminded by Goujian, he instantly regained his senses and immediately set out to find the true scourge himself.

"Your Majesty! This humble subject will go with you!"

Zhuang Weiyang: "..."

A few breaths later, only Zhuang Weiyang and a few attendants remained in the hall.

Zhuang Weiyang walked up to the minor official, extended her hand, and said:

"Please hand over the inkstone to me, as I must return to Zuili today."

Zhuang Weiyang initially wanted to observe the Yue people and investigate whether the bloodshed was related to Goujian.

However, the King of Wu was unpredictable and prone to killing people, making Gusu truly dangerous.

With only one level of cultivation, I have little power to protect myself in front of Fuchai, so it's best to run away first.

Upon hearing this, the minor official hesitated.

Although King Fuchai had already bestowed the black jade upon Prince Di, he had not yet issued a formal order, which was somewhat contrary to etiquette.

Zhuang Weiyang didn't care about anything else. She attached wind magic to her hand and snatched the black jade.

"Your humble servant will depart immediately to return to Zuili and hand the ink jade back to the Second Young Master!"

After saying that, Zhuang Weiyang left without looking back.

Xi Shi has entered the palace, and Zhuang Weiyang has received the return gifts of sacrificial wine and meat. Her trip has been successful.

With a sigh of relief, Zhuang Weiyang immediately rushed back to her residence, intending to call Zilu to leave together.

……

In the sword pavilion, Fuchai sat in a chair, propping his head up with his hand, coldly watching the farce unfold before him.

Goujian said he could find it, but half an hour later, the Sword Pavilion had been turned upside down.

Where's the sword?!

Goujian searched high and low, his forehead beaded with cold sweat, and under Fuchai's silent pressure, he drew the Yue King's sword.

"Gan Jiang, where's not just the sword?! Tell me! Tell me now—!"

Gan Jiang had long been prepared to die, but when faced with the King of Yue, he couldn't help but have his eyes turn red.

My king, why must it come to this!

As a Yue person, I am unwilling to forge a king's sword for another country's king, so why is Your Majesty so lowly?!

Goujian thought Gan Jiang was afraid, so he gritted his teeth, dragged over the man who had just betrayed him, and beheaded him with a single sword stroke.

"puff--!"

The sword of the King of Yue sliced ​​across his neck, and the apprentice's flying head still held a plea.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing onto Goujian's panicked face, making him look even more pathetic.

Gan Jiang gave a bitter smile, stared at Goujian for a moment, and then flew into Goujian's blood-stained Yue King's sword.

Goujian was unable to dodge in time, and Gan Jiang immediately pierced his chest with a sharp blade.

A master swordsmith died in his sword workshop.

"Goujian, you won't let me kill anyone, saying you'll find it unsavory."

Fuchai was thoroughly annoyed by this farce, so he got up and left, leaving only the sound of his reproach echoing in the sword hut.

"After all this trouble, you've found nothing. You, Goujian, are truly a useless piece of trash!"

A moment later, only Goujian remained in the sword hut.

He was not alarmed by Fuchai's reprimand, but instead fell into deep thought.

In his mind, he kept replaying the look in Gan Jiang's eyes before he died.

"I think I know, not just where it is."