Achieving the Dao from the Hundred Schools of Thought

"Your Majesty, that spiritual jade..."

After much deliberation, Fan Li couldn't help but ask the question.

Goujian seemed to have thought of something, and lowered his head slightly.

The cave was already dimly lit, and the faint light shone through the rock walls, illuminating Goujian's scarred face and making him look even more terrifying.

A few breaths later, Goujian's deep voice rang out.

"Everything as usual!"

The tone was resolute, allowing no room for argument.

Fan Li felt a chill run down his spine.

Goujian was so ruthless to himself and to his people.

What about to himself, his subject?

Fan Li stopped himself from thinking any further, and the image of Xi Shi unconsciously surfaced in his mind.

"I have staked my treasures, and the King of Yue should stake everything! Without this resolve, what is the point of talking about restoring the kingdom?!"

Having figured this out, Fan Li no longer hesitated, but seized the time to ask for details.

"Your Majesty, if Lingyu's 'dance' has angered Fuchai, it will consequently implicate Your Majesty..."

"No, I have a way!"

Fan Li bowed, accepted the order, and took his leave.

……

The following day, Fuchai yawned repeatedly and took charge of state affairs.

Since Xi Shi entered the palace, Fuchai's energy has rapidly declined.

Wu Zixu, watching from the imperial court, was deeply anxious.

If things continue like this, how can we fulfill the late king's entrustment, and how can our Wu Kingdom unify the world?

Wu Zixu finally made up his mind. After the court officials finished speaking, he stepped forward before Fuchai could speak.

"Your Majesty! This old minister has something to say!"

Just as Fuchai was about to end the court session, he saw Wu Zixu jump out again and unconsciously frowned.

"What urgent matter does the Prime Minister have to discuss?"

Wu Zixu took a deep breath, his face solemn, but his words were completely contrary to his solemn expression.

"This old minister sees that Your Majesty is fond of the Yue women, so I must inform Your Majesty of this matter!"

Two Yue women have come to Suzhou this time. One of them is Xi Shi, who has already entered the King's harem. The other one...

Wu Zixu drew out his words and looked up to check his king's expression.

At this moment, Fuchai's impatience completely disappeared, and his eyes brightened as he stared at Wu Zixu with great interest.

"Prime Minister, who is this other person...?"

Wu Zixu stopped being coy and said directly:

"This other person is a female general, especially skilled in sword dancing. At this time, this female general lives in Suzhou, training female soldiers every day to perform dances for the king!"

"Oh? Why aren't you inviting them up?!"

Wu Zixu's rare pragmatism put Fuchai in a great mood.

In a good mood, Fuchai suggested that the Yue woman be allowed to enter the palace.

Meanwhile, Bo Pi, standing in the hall, also looked at Wu Zixu with a smile on his face.

Wu Zixu took a deep breath, clapped his hands, and ordered someone to bring Lingyu and her group up.

"Clang!" "Clang!"

The first sound was the light clanging of armor, followed by the orderly entry of the Yue female soldiers into the hall.

Fuchai stared at the female soldiers, his eyes widening in disbelief.

These female soldiers were dressed in light armor that reached their shoulders and covered their hips with skirts, their bare thighs and fair arms exposed.

The combination of meat and iron, the interweaving of wildness and beauty, constantly assaulted Fuchai's eyes.

Even with Xi Shi in his arms and fine wine every day, these female soldiers were like a jar of strong, unrefined liquor, which aroused the interest of King Fuchai as well.

"Alright, I have some free time today. What songs and dances do you have to perform? Begin!"

At Fuchai's command, Lingyu immediately took a deep breath and issued the military order.

"All troops, listen to my command! Draw your swords!"

As the military order was issued, Lingyu simultaneously cast a spell, and the soldier's "Sword Dance" technique covered more than a dozen female soldiers.

Fuchai relied on the protection of his third-tier royal fortune, believing that a mere Lingyu with only a first-level cultivation could not overturn the heavens.

"cut!"

The female soldiers' shouts, accompanied by the cries of swords, intertwined to create a wondrous melody within the Wu King's palace.

Fuchai nodded repeatedly, scanning the female soldiers and searching for the most beautiful one among them.

Finally, Fuchai's gaze settled on Lingyu.

His body was like a willow branch, his face like a peach blossom, and he exuded a cold and aloof aura of a military cultivator...

This female general is the most beautiful; the others are all just average!

The Yue Kingdom, not bad!

After deciding on the person to serve him that night, Fuchai focused on watching Lingyu's sword dance.

Lingyu suppressed her excitement and, following the pre-rehearsed routine, maintained her dance posture and magic, gradually approaching Fuchai.

Lingyu moved only when the female soldiers reached the center of the Wu King's Palace!

"kill!"

Lingyu drew a broken blade from her waist, and with the support of the female soldiers around her, she unleashed the full power of the Bright Realm technique "Sword Dance"!

He leaped into the air, the broken blade gleaming with a cold light, and charged towards Fuchai.

"Hmph! They're courting death!"

Having weathered countless storms, how could a mere assassination attempt from a mere realm shake his resolve? With a thought, he summoned a third-tier human fortune to protect his body, and the aura of a hegemon immediately pressed down on Lingyu!

Lingyu was mentally prepared, and she pushed her inner fire to its limit, causing the broken blade to flash continuously.

"disease!"

Lingyu knew she could no longer get close to Fuchai, so she threw the broken blade with all her might!

The broken blade sliced ​​through the protective aura in front of him and flew straight toward Fuchai!

"What?! Why would my protective royal fortune fear this broken blade?!"

In the face of crisis, just as Fuchai instinctively tried to dodge the broken blade, Wu Zixu intervened.

"Hmph! Vietnamese people? A paltry trick!"

Wu Zixu snorted coldly, and a thick, bloody stench spread around him, while the phantom of his true nature was revealed behind him.

I will never forget the blood feud of my family; I will whip the corpse of a valiant man!

My true nature—a fierce and valiant man!

Wu Zixu's nature was different from that of other cultivators.

Other cultivators at the second realm have a nature that shines in all directions; Wu Zixu's nature, however, is unusually dim.

In his early years, his mind and nature were in harmony, and he entered the third realm. However, he broke his promise with the Blood Sea, extinguished the inner fire in his nature, and his cultivation regressed to the second realm.

Therefore, Wu Zixu's inner fire remained extinguished, and his nature was inherently dull.

But a second-realm cultivator is still a second-realm cultivator; stopping a mere first-realm cultivator is an easy task.

Wu Zixu's true nature transformed into a blood mist, permeating the entire hall.

Within a moment, the broken blade in mid-air stopped.

Two breaths later, all the female soldiers in the hall bled from all seven orifices and lay dead on the spot!

Only Lingyu was spared by Wu Zixu.

Wu Zixu withdrew the blood mist and, under Fuchai's gaze, stepped forward and spoke.

"Your Majesty, this matter was due to my oversight. I beg Your Majesty to punish me!"

Fuchai snorted coldly, not in a hurry to deal with Wu Zixu, but looked at Lingyu and asked the question that had been on his mind.

"Why is it that your weapon can pierce through my protective royal destiny? Tell me, and I will give you a quick death."

Lingyu struggled to stand upright, maintaining the last vestige of dignity of a soldier cultivator.

"I am Lingyu! Daughter of Linggufu, a great general of Yue! In the past, my father wounded Helü with his long spear; today, I, Lingyu, can naturally wield my father's blade and pierce your royal destiny!!"

It's a pity, all efforts were in vain! Fuchai, if you want to kill, then kill!

The reason why the broken blade can pierce one's own protective aura is that the weapon's original owner had once wounded the previous King of Wu.

This method cannot be replicated!

Fuchai was relieved, glanced at Lingyu, and snorted coldly.

"Hmph! Remnants!"

"Prime Minister, why did you allow such remnants to enter the Wu King's palace?"

Fuchai's face darkened, and the aura of a king was stirred up with his anger. In an instant, thunder roared over the Wu King's palace, and the entire city of Gusu roared together.

Wu Zixu walked step by step to the center of the Wu King's palace and performed the most standard courtier's etiquette.

"We beg Your Majesty to punish us!"