People in the Qin Dynasty, entertained during the Warring States period

"Sword Demon, you have lost."

Wuming said, "No, he didn't lose, you lost."

Donghuang Taiyi remained silent, then turned and said, "Let's go."

Yan Ri was somewhat unwilling. He never expected to fail. He had suffered serious injuries for nothing and feared that he wouldn't recover for several months.

But circumstances forced me to leave.

They traveled dozens of miles away, and after Yan Ri left, Donghuang Taiyi stopped trying to hold on and sat down cross-legged to practice breathing exercises.

Strands of blood trickled down his body, staining his black robe.

The air was filled with the stench of blood.

Yun Zhongjun exclaimed in shock, "Master!"

The black and white sisters exchanged a glance, their hearts pounding. Donghuang Taiyi seemed to be injured.

Donghuang Taiyi exhaled and said, "One sword strike will cut off ten years of my lifespan."

"As expected of one of the top three swordsmen in the world."

"Lu Goujian, the Three-Handed Sword Demon, truly lives up to his reputation."

"If he were to truly enter the Grandmaster realm unscathed, his fate would be uncertain."

The Black and White Sisters carefully concealed their ulterior motives, knowing that even if Donghuang Taiyi was injured, he could still crush them.

Yun Zhongjun asked worriedly, "Master, what should we do next?"

Donghuang Taiyi stood up and said, "Return to the Yin-Yang School, leave Wushan, leave the State of Chu, and from this moment on, begin a full-scale operation to enter Qin."

As one of the most prominent schools of thought in the world, the Mohist school had many disciples. If they did nothing, how could they continue to uphold the Mohist school's chivalrous code after the killing of the former leader?

In particular, the Yin-Yang School's headquarters were located in the State of Chu, alongside the Mohist School.

If they dared to stay on Goddess Peak, given the nature of the Mo family, they might dare to ride the Four Divine Beasts and lead thousands of disciples to attack the mountain.

No matter how arrogant he was, he didn't believe he could be a match for a thousand men.

Chapter 114 Seven Mansions

After the situation in Niushou Village calmed down.

Cao Ze did not immediately find a place to examine the scroll that had been dropped from Yan Ri's body.

Instead, they voluntarily stayed to help.

Send Jingni back to Handan to reunite with Liwu and Xiaoyan'er.

The Mohists opposed elaborate funerals, rituals, and music.

Moreover, Lu Goujian had already dug his own grave in Niushou Village, so there wasn't much of a problem.

After helping Jing Ke with the simple arrangements for Lu Goujian's funeral, he rode his donkey, unaware of what had happened, slowly towards Handan City.

The leader of the Mohist school, a grandmaster of his generation, the three-handed sword demon...

The next village, Niushou Village, will be very lively.

Night falls, stars are arrayed, a lone lamp hangs in the moonlight, shining brightly without being worn away.

Cao Ze returned to Qingping Residence and, under the watchful eyes of Jing Ni and Li Wu, took out a scroll in the courtyard.

"Jing Ni, do you know Yan Ri's identity, and... what his purpose is?"

Jing Ni shook her head slightly. Cao Ze had already asked her who Yan Ri was, but she really didn't know.

If anyone in the Luo Wang organization could possibly know this, it would probably only be Shen Leping.

"The purpose..."

Li Wu looked at the scroll in Cao Ze's hand and suddenly said, "When I was in Ba Linglong, Yan Ri once took us to Korea."

Cao Ze's spirits lifted. "What are we going there for?"

Li Wu recalled, "Escorting a magical box containing a scroll."

"As for whether it is this scroll, I'm not quite sure."

Cao Ze pressed further, "Where did you get that scroll?"

"I do not know."

Li Wu thought for a moment and said, "The person who contacted us at the time was a man in black, whose whole body was covered in a black robe, and we couldn't see his face."

Cao Ze was slightly taken aback.

The man in black? Could it be the man in black from the original story?

So you're already active so early...

Cao Ze slowly unrolled the scroll and laid it flat on the stone table.

The scroll was not large, about the size of an A4 sheet of paper, and was bound together with unknown silver threads.

There are seven bamboo strips in total, each with a different color.

Even more peculiarly, these incredibly hard bamboo strips have uneven marks on both sides.

Cao Ze thought for a moment and then carefully joined the seven bamboo skewers together.

The previously incomprehensible color became clear, resembling a mountain range.

What caught Cao Ze's attention even more was that two large characters appeared on the right side of the pieced-together bamboo strips—"Seven Mansions".

Thinking back to what Li Wu just said, this scroll was obtained in South Korea.

Could it be related to the Azure Dragon Scroll that Mo Ya obtained in the Cold Palace of Korea, the former palace of King Jeong, at the bottom of the lake?

Cao Ze handed the mountain map to Jing Ni and Li Wu for a look.

Li Wu shook her head.

Jingni's gaze lingered on some peculiar symbols on the side of the scroll.

"These runes seem to be from the Baiyue region."

Cao Ze looked puzzled. "Are you sure these symbols and runes are related to the Baiyue people?"

Reminded by Jingni, Li Wu said, "It really does look somewhat similar."

Jing Ni nodded: "I have been to Baiyue on missions and have seen similar runes."

Cao Ze asked, "What do these runes mean?"

Jingni shook her head; she wasn't a Baiyue person.

Even among the Baiyue people, not many knew the meaning of these runes.

Cao Ze studied it for a while longer before putting away the Seven Mansions Scroll.

It seems that to know the secrets behind the Azure Dragon Seven Mansions, we need to know what is recorded on the Azure Dragon scroll in the Cold Palace of Korea.

In the following days, Cao Ze resumed his simple yet regular life.

He went to the Hundred Schools Forum to lecture on the philosophy of mind, and to Chunqing Palace to promote his ideas to the Empress Dowager.

They went in and out of Feixue Pavilion to inquire about the latest situation in Handan City.

The death of the former leader of the Mohist school in battle at Niushou Village was a momentous event in the martial arts world.

Many leaders from various schools of thought came to pay their respects.

The day before the Hundred Schools Society meeting began, Cao Ze rode his donkey brother, along with Kong Chuan, a representative of Confucianism, and Ya Fei, a representative of the Zhao royal family, to Niushou Village.

After Ya Fei and Xue Nu got off the donkey cart, Ya Fei smiled and said, "I didn't expect your donkey cart to be so comfortable. There wasn't much of a bumpy ride along the way."

It was her first time riding in a donkey cart, and she found the experience quite novel, even better than the best royal carriage she had ever ridden in.

Cao Ze chuckled and said, "Don't let its small size fool you, it was handcrafted by a master mechanic and cost over a hundred gold coins."

Speaking of this, Cao Ze thought of Old Man Lü again, wondering if he had found the Dragon Soul yet.

The Snow Woman stood beside Cao Ze, her mouth slightly agape. "Over a hundred gold coins?"

Ya Fei chuckled and said, "Xue'er, you don't know much about the affairs of the martial world. To be able to hire a master mechanic to personally build a car, a hundred gold coins is not much, and may even be a little too little."

Cao Ze nodded in deep agreement; technology is indeed wealth.

Otherwise, with the limited resources of the Mo family, how could they have possibly built the Mechanical City?

Jing Ke looked somewhat melancholy as he followed behind a middle-aged man wearing a black robe.

"Your Highness, Mr. Zigao, Mr. Cao Ze."

The Six-Fingered Black Knight, with a strong voice, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you all for coming to pay your respects to the old master."

Consort Ya said apologetically, "It is our fault that such a thing happened near Handan City. Please accept our condolences, Your Excellency."

Cao Ze looked at the somewhat haggard Jing Ke and shook his head slightly.

A young hero's journey into the martial world is always fraught with hardship.

The Six-Fingered Black Knight was speaking to both Ya Fei and Jing Ke.

"Nothing is more valuable than righteousness, and all the members of the Mohist school disregarded life and death. The old leader died for righteousness, which is not something to be saddened by."

Jing Ke sighed heavily, "Jing Ke understands! I wish I could avenge Master Lu myself!"

Six-Fingered Black Knight said, "Wu Yang and Han Shen have already taken the White Tiger to the Goddess Peak of Wushan. Yesterday's letter said that the Yin Yang School has long been deserted and its whereabouts are unknown. Let's put this matter aside for now and finish the funeral arrangements for the Grand Master first."

Jing Ke remained silent.

Cao Ze thought to himself, "That old bastard Donghuang Taiyi is really fast. He's already entered Qin."

The Six-Fingered Black Knight then said to Cao Ze, "I haven't yet thanked you, Mr. Cao Ze, for your help to the old master that day. This is the Mo family's ink tablet; please keep it safe, sir."

Cao Ze took the black sign, made of some kind of wood, with a puzzled look in his eyes.

The Six-Fingered Black Knight said, "From now on, Mr. Cao Ze will be a friend of the Mo family. As long as his request is for righteousness, the Mo family will help him with this ink token."

Cao Ze understood; in other words, he would help anyone who aligned with the Mohist values.

However, judging from the casualness with which Six-Fingered Black Knight gave it, it shouldn't be the kind of thing he did at full strength.