Mythical Three Kingdoms: Martial Arts Reach Divine Ranks, I Alone Rule the World

Zhang Mu has never been one to easily sympathize with someone.

but.

After listening to the elderly Zhang Jiao's explanation, Zhang Mu felt pity for Liu Bei, whom he had never formally met before.

It's hard to imagine what Liu Bei would think when he learns that he has been under the surveillance and scheming of both the lineage of Emperor Guangwu and the Heavenly General.

Ha ha!

I imagine Liu Bei was able to withstand it.

After all, this descendant of Prince Jing of Zhongshan experienced numerous setbacks and hardships on his path to becoming Emperor Zhaolie of Han.

For him, the actions of the Guangwu lineage and Zhang Jiao were nothing more than minor hardships.

"Old Taoist priest with a bull's nose, you should know your limits."

Zhang Mu had no objection to the arrangements made by the elderly Zhang Jiao. "As I said before, if you need my help in the future, just let me know."

"Although Mu is not as radical as you, wishing for the Han dynasty's fate to collapse immediately, he doesn't mind lending a hand when demons and monsters like Liu Zhao appear."

A spatial rift appeared out of nowhere in front of Zhang Mu, but before stepping into it, Zhang Mu glanced at Wang Mang's undying obsession and extended an invitation to it.

"If you have some free time in the future, you might as well come and visit Bingzhou."

"Mu is looking forward to the day you regain your memories. If you really are wearing... well, we'll see when that happens."

"If you are not, then everything is in vain."

Zhang Mu arrived suddenly and left just as gracefully.

However, the unfinished sentence he left behind left an even deeper question in the minds of Zhang Jiao and Wang Mang, who remained obsessed with the idea.

"Fellow Daoist, will you leave with me, or...?"

The elderly Zhang Jiao spoke up, asking about Wang Mang's undying obsession.

Although he had no intention of seeking favors in return, the elderly Zhang Jiao would be willing to join forces with such a deceased supreme expert as an ally to fight against Han Ji before the uprising next year.

Wang Mang, unwavering in his conviction, answered without hesitation, saying, "In that case, I will trouble you!"

The words were spoken.

Wang Mang's undying obsession overlooked the three volumes of the Heaven, Earth, and Man celestial book that were still floating above Zhang Jiao's head and had not yet been taken back by him, and directly transformed into a ray of spiritual light and threw it in.

The elderly Zhang Jiao did not stop Wang Mang from pursuing his unwavering obsession.

Even if Wang Mang's undying obsession was left behind by the strongest, it is difficult for it to remain exposed in the world for long without a physical body to rely on.

His three volumes of heavenly books form their own space and are rich in spiritual energy, making them an ideal place to nurture Wang Mang's undying obsession.

Seeing that the elderly Zhang Jiao was also planning to leave, the young Zhang Jiao, who had named himself Yu Ji, suddenly became anxious.

"My lord, have you forgotten something?"

"Three years after three years, I've been guarding this tiny Zhuojun city for over twenty years. Shouldn't it be time for that fellow Zuo Ci to come here and keep an eye on Liu Bei?"

"Otherwise, if your uprising fails next year, and I, the Daoist, haven't even had a chance to experience this wonderful world before I perish along with you, it would be a great regret!"

As the young Zhang Jiao spoke, a touch of tenderness suddenly appeared in his expression. "Moreover, Ning'er is not only your daughter, but also mine."

"Master Dao wants to spend more time with her before the day of the uprising next year."

"so."

"Even if the uprising fails next year, or if I lose my true self after merging with you, I will have no regrets."

Although his personality and that of the elderly Zhang Jiao are almost the opposite, the young Zhang Jiao reveals a sincere and genuine affection when he is with his only daughter, Zhang Ning.

"Yu Ji!"

Zhang Jiao called out the name of the young man who had become his corpse, and said in a deep voice, "Zuo Ci couldn't possibly be here."

"He, like you, is also keeping an eye on people like Liu Bei."

"Liu Bei is a pawn we use to deal with the fate of the Han dynasty, but the person Zuo Ci guards is the retreat that countless followers will choose after our uprising fails."

"An escape route?" The young Zhang Jiao was dissatisfied with the old Zhang Jiao's answer and sneered, "Isn't the escape route you've chosen Zhang Mu?"

Realizing that his desires had been rejected by the true form, the young Zhang Jiao had no intention of listening to the old Zhang Jiao's explanation.

He punched the trunk of the mulberry tree, and his body slowly merged into it.

The elderly Zhang Jiao looked at the young corpse who, despite being angry with him, still stayed behind to continue monitoring for the sake of the overall situation, and he sighed heavily.

"Back when the old Taoist priest placed his bet on the person Zuo Ci was guarding, he hadn't yet met Gongzhi!"

"It would be a pity to take the chess piece back halfway after it has been placed."

Perhaps influenced by his state of mind, Zhang Jiao did not choose to tear through space and leave like Zhang Mu did. Instead, he slowly rode the wind and drifted into the distance.

His departure.

All that remained was the large mulberry tree standing quietly beside the Liu family's courtyard, and the corpse of Zhang Jiao that had been incorporated into it.

At this time.

As a gentle evening breeze blew by, the lingering echo of the old Zhang Jiao resounded in the wind…

When the first snow of the year falls, Ning'er will come here to stay with you for seven days.

Under the moonlight, the mulberry tree canopy swayed gently.

I don't know if it was the wind that moved it.

Or perhaps it's a feeling of attraction.

The very next day at noon, after Zhang Mu and his group left...

A young eunuch, escorted by over a hundred knights, appeared on horseback on the official road outside Zhuojun City.

However, before the eunuch could even enter the city gate...

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a thunderclap struck from the clear sky, exploding three zhang in front of the eunuch.

This scene instantly threw the hundred or so knights surrounding the young eunuch into chaos.

but.

Compared to the knights' panic, the eunuch closest to the thunderclap stared thoughtfully at the blackened ground blasted by the lightning, a look of wild joy gradually appearing on his pale, beardless face.

"How could lightning strike out of nowhere under a clear blue sky? It must be that the person with great fortune that Zhao Changshi mentioned is in this Zhuojun city."

"Heaven is sending a warning with thunder; it's trying to make us back down."

As he spoke, a loud, hoarse laugh came from Xiao Huang's doorway.

"But this monumental achievement rightfully belongs to our Zuo Feng; how can we refuse it?"

"Everyone, listen to my command!"

"Ignore this lightning strike."

"Immediately come with me to the prefectural government to check the household registers and search for the descendant of Prince Jing of Zhongshan."

at the same time.

Yingfu Restaurant, located in Zhuojun City.

Having been assigned by Zhang Mu and leaving Luodu for Zhuojun, Ji Yuan scanned the many people attending the banquet in the restaurant, but still couldn't spot the person he was waiting for...

He couldn't help but start to doubt himself.

"That doesn't make sense!"

"I saw Jian Yong leave with the invitation with my own eyes. Didn't this childhood friend of Liu Bei give the extra invitation to Liu Bei?"

Unable to understand why Liu Bei and Jian Yong hadn't appeared, Ji Yuan instructed the restaurant manager to treat the guests who had arrived with invitations well, and that he would pay for everything. He then immediately headed to the place in the West Market where Liu Bei usually set up a stall to sell straw sandals.

Before even getting close, Ji Yuan looked at the scene not far away and couldn't help but smile silently.

There.

A simply dressed young man was squatting on the ground with his hands in his sleeves, listlessly guarding the stall in front of him, yawning from time to time, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

Do these tattered straw sandals really have to be sold?

Ji Yuan's lips twitched twice. Standing a few steps away, he crossed his arms and looked the young man squatting on the ground up and down, his face full of disbelief.

They couldn't see anything about Liu Bei that made the garrison commander think highly of him.

Perhaps sensing Ji Yuan's resentment, Liu Bei, who was yawning, happened to meet Ji Yuan's gaze.

next moment.

Ji Yuan only heard Liu Bei speak: "This brother..."

Liu Bei tilted his head slightly, revealing a somewhat simple and honest smile.

"Would you like a pair of straw sandals?"