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Chapter 234: Returning Home in Glory
🕑 Added 2024-11-16 11:17:17 +0000 UTCStepping out from the confinement cell, Zhao Xing, Chen Shijie, Long Xiao, and Liao Rulong found several people waiting for them.
Some were Shennong officials who had trained alongside them, like Zhuang Zhiqing, Han Bing, and Che Shi Hai… Zhao Xing even spotted Shi Yong and Feng Qiu among them.
From the martial ranks were Xia Jing, Chen Fang, Priest Zhang Yi, Military Physician Yuan Yang, and Mechanist Wang Ji.
They all should have been stationed on the battlefield but had taken the time to come back to Yang City.
There were others too, people Zhao Xing had met later, such as Ji Ziyun, Liu Cheng’an, heir to the Prince of Xin, and Pei Yuanchang, grandson of King Ling Shuang, along with Wu Zhengting, heir of King Yuegang…
"Brother Zhao, we heard about your ordeal. That King Liang is truly despicable!" Zhuang Zhiqing was the first to rush forward, grabbing Zhao Xing's hand with a look of indignation. "A peerless talent like you, forced out of the battlefield by the Liang faction – it's outrageous!"
"Brother Zhuang." Zhao Xing appeared moved, patting the back of Zhuang Zhiqing's hand.
"Boss, to see you treated like this…" Wang Ji clenched his fists, teeth gritted. "I'd rather die than forge even a single nail for the Liang faction!"
"I actually managed just fine inside," Zhao Xing thought to himself, wondering if he was overdoing the whole 'miserable' act.
"No need to comfort us, Boss," Che Shi Hai said, teeth gritted and eyes moist. "You clearly haven’t had an easy time."
Zhao Xing's hair was slightly disheveled, and his clothes were tattered.
However, the truth was that he had deliberately made himself look like this before his release.
"I’m really fine," Zhao Xing assured them.
He recalled his experience in confinement.
He had been detained in early April, and now it was the end of May.
On his first day at Yang City’s confinement cell, he should have had all his equipment confiscated, swapped into prison garb, and had his fortune locked.
But this was Yang City’s confinement cell!
All the guards were loyalists, either from Lord Luohou’s camp or assigned by Liu Tianning.
Who would dare treat him that way?
There was no interrogation or torture to speak of.
Mistreating Zhao Xing? Out of the question!
Zhao Xing wasn't lying when he said he was doing well. In fact, he was more than comfortable.
On the first day, his shackles had been removed, although his equipment hadn’t been returned.
Meals were prepared according to the standards for a fifth-rank official, and he stayed in a large guesthouse rather than a regular cell.
The Yang City warden had even built a special residence for Zhao Xing, knowing the standard confinement cells were far too modest for someone of his rank. Within a single day, they constructed a 500-square-meter villa for him.
Had Zhao Xing not refused, the warden might have arranged for dancers and musicians to visit as well.
Because he wasn’t truly imprisoned, just detained.
Truthfully, this month in confinement was the best sleep Zhao Xing had gotten in a long time.
However, on the day of his release, he had deliberately disheveled himself, wearing shackles and prison garb and making his hair look unkempt.
"The Yang City warden treated you harshly?" Xia Jing came over, his tone sharp and gaze unkind as he eyed the guards behind Zhao Xing.
The guards were aggrieved. How could they have dared? It was Zhao Xing himself who insisted on this look.
"No, no," Zhao Xing waved his hand. "You’ve got it all wrong. They treated me well."
He then performed a water technique to restore his appearance. In this brief time, word had already spread about his 'miserable' state.
The sharp-eyed ones would know Zhao Xing couldn't have been mistreated, but for those unaware, this impression would deepen resentment against the Liang faction.
"Come, let’s talk somewhere else."
Surrounded by his friends, Zhao Xing left the Yang City confinement cell.
Later, Xia Jing organized a small gathering in Yang City to celebrate the release of Zhao Xing, Chen Shijie, Long Xiao, and Liao Rulong. Over a thousand people attended.
For the first time in a while, Zhao Xing let loose, drinking himself into a stupor alongside his friends until late the following day.
When most of the guests had left, Zhao Xing circulated his fortune to clear his inebriation, his gaze turning clear.
"Ah~" Exhaling deeply, Zhao Xing pulled Xia Jing over. "Brother, how have you been these days?"
Xia Jing, still slightly drunk, saw Zhao Xing sober up and knew he had something important to say. He immediately circulated his own energy, sobering up as well.
"I, too, faced pressure from the Liang faction, but with my father and uncle's intervention, I was spared."
Zhao Xing nodded.
Xia Jing wasn't a member of the Shenwei Army. His background was connected to the royal family, and he wasn’t a primary target. With the intervention of Prince Pingyang and General Xiahou, he naturally faced no repercussions.
"You lost your scattered rank and withdrew from the battlefield. Your official position didn’t rise much, so the Liang faction barely saved face."
"Interestingly, Ji Chen lost favor in King Liang's mansion and was sent to the battlefield."
"These past two months, Lord Luohou, Prince Xin, and Prince Anning have repeatedly opposed the Yuan Yuan Prefecture’s rulings."
"Your teacher, on the other hand, has remained silent, continuing his work in the Ministry of Supervision and the Transport Division of the Two Houses."
Xia Jing filled him in on the recent events.
Zhao Xing closed his eyes to review, nodding after a moment.
"This matter is settled for now. Brother Xia, since you’re still on the battlefield, please take care of yourself."
Xia Jing said solemnly, "Brother Zhao, if there’s anything you wish to say, please do."
Zhao Xing thought for a moment, then drew a flag on the table. "If you see this flag on the battlefield, don’t hesitate. Retreat immediately. This banner belongs to the 'Nine Nether Army' of the Southern Wilderness Holy Mountain, backed by the Nine Nether Divine Sect. Their methods are extremely sinister."
"The Nine Nether Army? I’ve never heard of them," Xia Jing replied.
"The Nine Nether Army has only appeared twice in history and has never faced the Great Zhou. I found the records in ancient texts," Zhao Xing explained. "Additionally, the Worm Shamans and Blood Shamans of the Southern Wilderness are stronger than ever. There’s also the Seven Nights Saint Group. A decapitation strategy might be the best course…"
Xia Jing listened attentively, recognizing some of Zhao Xing’s warnings from scattered battle reports or strategist mentions.
The Barbarian pacification battlefield was flooded with intelligence, vast beyond measure. Extracting useful information was no simple task.
Zhao Xing pointed out some developing threats that hadn’t yet fully emerged, offering Xia Jing a heads-up that could save him trouble.
"Did you get all that?" Zhao Xing asked.
"Got it." Xia Jing nodded gravely. After all that had happened, he had full confidence in Zhao Xing’s skills in analyzing military reports.
"I’ll be leaving in a few days," Zhao Xing said. "I won’t be seeing any more guests. I plan to visit some of my mentors."
"Take care."
At dawn the next day, Zhao Xing, Chen Shijie, Long Xiao, and Liao Rulong each went to visit their superiors and mentors who had supported them.
Zhao Xing’s first stop was Fuchun Garden, where he met with Lord Tian.
"Teacher, I’m leaving soon. Thank you for all your efforts on my behalf. Please take care of yourself."
Zhao Xing performed a deep, respectful bow. During his confinement, Lord Tian had been working tirelessly on his behalf, even leveraging previous resources reserved for Zhao Xing’s three letters.
Lord Tian gently smiled and helped Zhao Xing up. "Get up. I didn’t accomplish much, really."
Lord Tian hadn’t initially understood the full extent of what Lord Luohou and Liu Tianning were willing to do for Zhao Xing. By the time he realized, his efforts were largely redundant. Yet Zhao Xing viewed it differently. Whether or not it had proven useful, Lord Tian had taken action, and that was a favor Zhao Xing would remember.
"Where will you be headed next?" Lord Tian asked.
"My position hasn’t been finalized yet, but I expect I’ll be sent to the Eastern Sea," Zhao Xing replied. "However, I plan to go home and rest for six months to visit my family."
"The Eastern Sea…" Lord Tian murmured, nodding. "That’s good. If you encounter any difficulties, you can always send me a letter."
He gave a small smile, adding, "I may not be as formidable as Liu Tianning, but there’s a bit of gold in these old bones."
"Liu Tianning is an inspector, and he must be fair and just. Even if he has wealth, he may be limited in how he can help you financially."
Lord Tian spoke proudly, "I, on the other hand, am different. I may not be a king, but there are plenty of titled lords who aren’t as well-off as I am."
Zhao Xing was a bit taken aback before bowing with a laugh. "Teacher, it seems you’re being quite modest about your wealth."
"Hahaha, modesty is right! I come from the lineage of Grand Duke Tian," Lord Tian declared proudly. "If I’ve got anything left, it’s my money."
Lord Tian wasn’t exaggerating. As Zhao Xing left Fuchun Garden shortly afterward, a message appeared in his communication device.
[Lord Tian has transferred 'ten million' points to you]
The notification continued:
[Your point balance has changed. New balance: 10,021,522 points]
There was also a note with the transfer:
[Zhao Xing, you’ll likely have plenty of expenses in the Eastern Sea and will eventually need to break through to the Pure Essence stage. This is a critical step as a fifth-rank Shennong. Don’t compromise on your breakthrough. If you need more, feel free to ask.]
"A full ten million… Lord Tian truly is wealthy," Zhao Xing thought in amazement.
Ten million points—what did that mean in practical terms?
In his previous sixth-rank position, Zhao Xing’s annual salary, combined with his rank bonus, totaled about 350,000 points.
Although his official rank hadn’t increased after the recent struggle between Lord Luohou and the Liang faction, his merit level had risen to the tenth rank. Now, he earned around 800,000 points per year.
However, even at his new rank, it would take him more than a decade to earn ten million points, assuming he saved every single point and didn’t spend a single coin.
"This favor is too large," Zhao Xing thought, feeling slightly overwhelmed. He had come to bid farewell to Lord Tian with no expectation of receiving anything. Even if he’d been given a farewell gift, he’d expected something more modest.
But in Lord Tian’s eyes, ten million was indeed a standard parting gift.
"My mentor Liu Tianning may have countless avatars, but my mentor Lord Tian… he has wealth beyond measure." Zhao Xing chuckled to himself. "If only I’d known, I wouldn’t have bothered scraping together wealth in my past life. I’d have just maxed out my favorability with Lord Tian, and everything would’ve fallen into place."
After bidding farewell to Lord Tian, Zhao Xing made his way to the Taicang Academy to visit Lu Bang.
When the spirit of the cave heaven erupted, Lu Bang had sent two disciples, Cai Jin and Feng Qiu, to the Extreme Night Sea to fish. Their shared experiences had brought them closer.
Lu Bang was also a friend of Liu Tianning and Lord Tian.
However, Zhao Xing didn’t show as much deference when meeting Lu Bang. He simply bowed respectfully without performing any grand gestures or addressing him formally as “teacher,” instead calling him “Master Lu.”
"Boy, you’ve withdrawn from the battlefield and given up the chance to advance your title. How does that feel?" Lu Bang, carefree and uninhibited as always, greeted Zhao Xing with a tease.
"No particular feelings," Zhao Xing replied with a smile. "A move once made is a move set in stone. No regrets."
"Hahaha, that’s the spirit I admire!" Lu Bang laughed heartily. "Back when you were in training, stirring up the Shennong to oppose the warriors, I liked that boldness of yours."
"This time, as you return home, it wouldn’t be right to go empty-handed. I’m a master of brewing, so I’ll give you a shipload of fine wine as a gift."
"Feng Qiu!" Lu Bang called out, and a young man immediately appeared from behind a screen.
"Teacher."
"Go to my Earth-grade wine cellar and load a ship with wine for Marquis Yuanrang."
"Understood."
Zhao Xing feigned disappointment and remarked, "Master Lu, that’s quite stingy. If you’re going to give me a gift, why not some of your treasured Heaven-grade vintage?"
"Hahaha, you rascal!" Lu Bang joked, "You haven’t even reached the fifth rank, yet you’re thinking of tasting my Heaven-grade wine? Come back when you’ve achieved the fifth rank and condensed Pure Essence Soil, then you’ll understand the wonders of my wine."
"Master Lu, you’re truly generous. One day, I’ll come back and drink my fill!"
For his third stop, Zhao Xing visited Liu Tianning’s Myriad Palace.
The Myriad Palace seemed somewhat deserted, with only a tenth of its usual avatars, as Liu Tianning had taken on the roles of Transport Commissioner for the Two Houses and Inspector of the Ten Suns.
Since his workload had increased significantly, fewer avatars remained idle in the Myriad Palace.
"Teacher, I plan to depart for home tomorrow," Zhao Xing said. He didn’t perform any elaborate gestures. His relationship with Liu Tianning differed from that with Lord Tian. Liu Tianning disliked formalities, so after the initial apprenticeship ceremony, their meetings had always been informal, with Zhao Xing offering only a slight bow.
Zhao Xing suspected that Liu Tianning harbored a distaste for ritualistic customs.
"I know," Liu Tianning said, pointing to a bamboo box nearby. "My true self isn’t here. Take that with you."
"What’s inside?"
"A Floating Vine seedling," Liu Tianning replied. "It’s a cutting from the main vine, and I’ve nurtured it for two and a half years."
"Floating Vine?" Zhao Xing’s heart skipped a beat.
If Liu Tianning had been cultivating it for two and a half years, that meant he’d begun the process in the eleventh month of the 17th year of the Jingxin calendar—right when he’d first arrived at Jihun Pass.
A Floating Vine seedling, if it fully matures, is a seventh-rank plant life!
And this particular seedling had high potential, having merged with a parasitic strain. In other words, Zhao Xing might one day grow a tenth-rank Floating Vine, just as Liu Tianning had in his past life!
This rare parasitic vine was something Zhao Xing could not have found on his own, no matter how long he searched.
Its value was astronomical. If Liu Tianning’s gift was counted as a stroke of fortune, it felt so valuable that Zhao Xing wondered if even his Fortune of Derivation Five was worthy of it.
"Ordinary Floating Vines can only be grown in Pure Essence Soil, but the parasitic variant is different," Liu Tianning explained. "Open the box, cut your wrist, and let the Floating Vine seedling parasitize your body for growth."
"Understood," Zhao Xing replied, restraining his excitement as he opened the bamboo box.
From the box emanated a concentrated golden light.
Inside the three-foot-square box, there was no soil, only a rich concentration of golden light. A slender, light golden vine, about two feet long and as thick as a pinky finger, floated in the middle.
Zhao Xing quickly sliced his wrist to let blood flow onto the vine.
But he underestimated his own strength; his blade failed to penetrate his skin.
He’d forgotten that his Golden Bones had reached perfection—his body wasn’t what it once was.
"I’ll do it for you."
Liu Tianning’s right hand shifted like liquid metal, transforming into a sharp blade.
With a swift motion, he cut deep into Zhao Xing’s wrist, creating a wound that exposed the bone, blood pouring out freely.
"…"
This method was indeed typical of Liu Tianning.
The blood dripped onto the Floating Vine, which immediately reacted, gradually moving toward the blood source.
Zhao Xing extended his hand, allowing the vine to burrow into the wound.
"Ssss—" He felt his fortune plummet rapidly.
From ten to nine, eight, and so on…
By the time the Floating Vine had fully integrated, Zhao Xing’s fortune had dwindled to just one-tenth of its former strength!
"Damn, it nearly drained me dry."
As Zhao Xing withdrew his hand, a wave of exhaustion hit him.
Liu Tianning handed him a fruit platter from nearby. "Eat these; they’ll help you recover quickly."
"Thank you," Zhao Xing accepted the platter, intending to treat his wound first.
But upon looking down, he realized his wound had already healed.
A cool sensation radiated from the injury, courtesy of the Floating Vine.
"The vine’s well-being is now tied to yours," Liu Tianning explained. "If you’re hurt, it will be affected as well, which will slow down its growth. If you had continued fighting on the battlefield, I wouldn’t have been able to entrust this vine to you."
"Since you haven’t reached the fifth rank yet, its growth rate will be relatively slow."
"How slow are we talking?" Zhao Xing asked.
"A sixth-rank practitioner nurturing a Floating Vine will find that even after fifty years, it remains in its seedling stage," Liu Tianning replied. "At best, it may approach a mature form."
"At the fifth rank, possessing a Pure Essence Body, the vine can enter a growth phase."
"And once you cultivate Pure Essence Soil, it can mature in around thirty to fifty years, though it won’t yet be fully useful."
"Only when your inner world reaches the level where you can manifest Pure Essence Projection will the vine be capable of fighting alongside you."
Zhao Xing nodded thoughtfully.
In other words, the vine could only be sustained in the sixth rank for fifty years; any longer and it would wither. Liu Tianning had merely lowered the requirement so that Zhao Xing could start nurturing it early.
The real growth phase would begin once it was planted in Pure Essence Soil.
Since Zhao Xing was done with battles for now and had ample strength, Liu Tianning decided to give it to him early. Otherwise, he would have waited until Zhao Xing reached the fifth rank to present the gift.
"Thank you, Teacher."
Zhao Xing was deeply appreciative of this extraordinary gift.
"Go now," Liu Tianning said, and with that, his avatar lost its vitality, sitting motionless on the chair with its head lowered.
Clearly, this avatar had gone offline.
Zhao Xing gave a slight bow before quickly leaving the Myriad Palace.
The final stop was the Shenwei Army’s base, where Zhao Xing went to meet Yang An and Jia Pu.
Yang An was still in his one-armed state, and Jia Pu remained the Shenwei Army’s general in title.
Zhao Xing bowed deeply. "I owe my deepest thanks to the general for taking me in and allowing me to participate in the Ten Sun Cave-Heaven training. I apologize for causing trouble for both the general and the marquis."
The position had originally been requested by Chen Shijie from Yang An, so Zhao Xing owed him a debt of gratitude.
Even though Zhao Xing had been officially transferred out by the military realm’s order, he still felt the need to visit Yang An out of courtesy and respect.
Yang An gave Jia Pu a look, and before Zhao Xing could complete his one-knee kneel, Jia Pu quickly stopped him.
"Zhao Xing, you’ve done nothing wrong," Jia Pu said.
"If there’s any fault, it lies with me. I failed to protect you, Chen Shijie, and Long Xiao."
Yang An waved his remaining left hand dismissively. "Enough, strategist. None of you are at fault. The one in the wrong is King Liang."
"Zhao Xing, you’ve contributed greatly to the Shenwei Army. Without you, it’s unlikely the Shenwei forces would have been able to push northward beyond the Yang River."
"Though I gave you a spot, the accomplishments are all yours."
"Meeting you here is a stroke of fate, and since you’re leaving, I’ll send you off with a gift." Yang An spoke up. "Is your Myriad Straw Puppet on the ship?"
Zhao Xing nodded. "Yes, Marquis. It is."
"Has it integrated the Guardian Technique?"
Zhao Xing suspected what Yang An might be planning. "It has already incorporated the technique."
The Guardian Straw Puppet could store myriad spells and was the foundation of Myriad Straw Puppets. To expand the avatar’s abilities, it was essential to integrate the Guardian Puppet.
Currently, Zhao Xing’s nine primary avatars each possessed this capability.
Yang An extended his remaining left hand and commanded with a powerful voice, "Protector Commander Zhao Xing, receive your sword!"
"Present, sir!" Zhao Xing responded with a bow.
"Catch it!"
"Yes, sir!"
With a glimmer in his eyes, Zhao Xing’s nine avatars leapt from the airship hovering above the courtyard.
"I will impart to you the full strength of the Azure Dragon Sword Qi. How much you can retain depends on your own capability," Yang An said, as a flash of azure light burst from his fingertips and transformed into a dragon, surging toward the ship.
Swish, swish, swish!
The nine avatars quickly positioned themselves along the path of the sword energy.
A dragon’s roar echoed as the sword energy collided with the first avatar, causing it to blaze with light.
The Azure Dragon Sword Qi passed through the first avatar without diminishing in the slightest.
Zhao Xing’s second avatar moved forward to absorb the sword energy, but it, too, reached its capacity almost instantly.
The sword energy surged onward, undiminished.
All nine avatars took turns, one after another.
By the time the ninth avatar absorbed as much energy as it could, there was still some sword energy left!
"Marquis Shenwei is indeed extraordinary. Even though he was once suppressed by King Liang, upon his return, he is still revered across the realm," Zhao Xing marveled, sensing the formidable power of the sword energy within his avatars.
Swish, swish, swish!
His true form and all the avatars descended before the Hall of Command.
Zhao Xing knelt on one knee and shouted, "Thank you, Marquis, for the sword!"
This was the first and final order that Yang An would give him. Afterward, Yang An’s voice echoed from the Hall of Command:
"Treasure your fervent loyalty, for even if it spills, it will turn the waves red."
"Marquis Yuanrang, until we meet again."
Datong Prefecture, Wanfeng Mountain Range.
The calm surface of the lake rippled, and the circles grew tighter until suddenly, the water rose in the center.
Splash!
Four golden qilin beasts leaped from the lake, and when the golden light faded, they transformed into four qilin airships.
Three of the ships stood side by side, with the fourth facing them.
Zhao Xing, Long Xiao, and Chen Shijie stood together, while Liao Rulong stood on his own ship.
"Zhao Xing, Chen Shijie, Long Xiao," Liao Rulong clasped his hands in farewell. "Do visit me in Bo Ping County sometime."
"Certainly," Zhao Xing responded, returning the gesture. "Take care, Brother Liao."
With a final wave, Liao Rulong disappeared into his ship, which took off in a streak of light, vanishing over the horizon.
Watching Liao Rulong’s departure, Zhao Xing felt a sense of nostalgia.
Originally, Liao Rulong hadn’t been part of the plan to impeach the Liang faction, but he’d chosen to stand with Zhao Xing when the time came.
Despite Zhao Xing’s advice, Liao Rulong had insisted on bearing the consequences, leading to his detention as well.
The outcome was the same; he hadn’t reached the fifth rank, had been transferred to a local office, and had his scattered rank title revoked. His military accomplishments were converted into rank titles.
Liao Rulong’s hometown was Bo Ping County in Binjiang Prefecture, Guanghua Province. He was an old friend of Yang An, having joined the army with him years ago. However, while Yang An had become a fourth-rank general, Liao Rulong remained a sixth rank.
Leaving the battlefield could be a blessing or a curse for Liao Rulong, but Zhao Xing knew there was no point dwelling on it.
"Old Chen, Long Xiao, it’s time for us to head out too," Zhao Xing said.
"Agreed."
Long Xiao, whose hometown had been destroyed, had nowhere else to go during his half-year break, so he planned to follow Zhao Xing and Chen Shijie to their destination.
Chen Shijie, on the other hand, intended to return to Gucheng. His hometown was in Xishan County, but his relatives there had long since severed ties with him, and he had no family left except for an aunt and uncle who had treated him poorly as a child. There was no need to return.
Having no interest in reuniting with them, Chen Shijie planned to accompany Zhao Xing to Gucheng, where Guiniang was waiting for him.
"Let’s go," Long Xiao said with a grin. "The last time we visited Gucheng, we only fought alongside you. This time, let’s enjoy it."
"Zhao Xing, as the host, you’ll have to treat us!"
"You’re seeking entertainment from the wrong person," Chen Shijie laughed. "Since when has Zhao Xing been one for enjoyment?"
"Well, maybe you don’t know him well enough," Long Xiao teased, winking. "Back when I was his protector, following him on the Shao Wanjie case, guess what happened?"
"What happened?"
"This guy disguised himself as Shao Wanjie and had two cat-eared girls serve him in a hot spring. He even summoned a troupe of dancers in sheer outfits…"
"What? So, Zhao Xing has a wild side after all!" Chen Shijie laughed, half in disbelief. "Zhao Xing, I didn’t take you for someone like that."
"Don’t slander my good name!" Zhao Xing defended himself. "That was a mission. A mission, you understand?"
"While I’m not one for indulgence, I have a friend who is," Zhao Xing grinned. "When we reach Nanyang County, I’ll make sure you have a night to remember, one that will exhaust even your sword arm."
"Haha! I’m looking forward to it!"
Nanyang County was located in Dayuan Prefecture, about 40,000 miles away from the Wanfeng Mountains in a straight line.
On the journey here, they had taken a shortcut through the Lihuo Dao Academy's fire altar to borrow their path, but returning would not be as simple.
Now, they had accumulated a large number of items – Kirin Airships, Bronze War Chariots, and Green-Eyed Dragon Lions – which couldn’t all be transported via the fire altar due to the exorbitant costs involved.
While an individual could manage with an eighty-thousand li path journey, transporting such a large load would exponentially increase the cost, which would ultimately be charged to the person in charge.
Zhao Xing had also purchased a significant amount of goods in the Military Realm, including an entire shipload of fine wine gifted by Lu Bang.
Additionally, there were gifts from friends and mentors like Xia Jing, Ji Ziyun, and Wu Zhengting. Altogether, Zhao Xing's personal belongings filled fourteen cargo airships.
With the acquisitions made by Long Xiao and Chen Shijie added in, they collectively had twenty cargo airships in total.
Adding their three Kirin Airships to the mix, the group now had a fleet of twenty-three airships.
Zhao Xing had specifically acquired a Kirin Airship to ensure he returned in a manner befitting his achievements – he couldn’t go back home without a grand display.
This time, they planned to fly directly home and had already mapped out the route.
First, they would maneuver their twenty-three airships to Datong Prefecture’s capital city.
There, they would board a state-provided cross-prefecture building ship that would take them to Dayuan Prefecture.
Once they arrived in Dayuan Prefecture, they could directly fly to Nanyang County.
"A straight-line journey of forty thousand li, avoiding no-fly zones, would extend to over a hundred thousand li. Riding a seventh-rank building ship would take roughly thirty hours," Chen Shijie estimated.
"However, if we account for the time spent waiting for the building ship’s departure and reporting our airships, it’ll likely take five to six days in total," he added.
"That’s way too slow," Long Xiao grumbled. "We should get our own warship."
"Can you afford to maintain it?" Chen Shijie shot him a sarcastic glance. "You know how many mechanists and operators a warship requires. With your ninth-rank merit, you’d go bankrupt within half a year."
"Zhao Xing can afford it," Long Xiao pointed out.
"I can afford it, but that doesn’t mean I’d buy one," Zhao Xing retorted with a sigh. "Besides the cost of maintenance, getting all the permits would be a hassle."
"Warships are military-only. Unless you’re granted a kingly title, you can’t own a private warship as your carriage."
"Within the inland territories, only commercial building ships are allowed, and securing a license for one can take one or two years at best. If you’re well-established and frequently travel across provinces, it might be worth considering; otherwise, it’s far more convenient to take a public building ship."
The Great Zhou Dynasty exercised strict control over the airspace within its territories, particularly for warships due to their destructive power. A sixth- or seventh-rank warship could obliterate a city within minutes.
Historical precedent supported these concerns.
During the Taizu era, warships were commonly seen in the skies. At that time, two Martial Marquises with adjoining territories engaged in a heated conflict, escalating to a full-scale warship duel.
The result was catastrophic, causing countless casualties and destroying over a dozen counties. This incident shocked the empire, forcing Taizu to execute both founding Martial Marquises to appease public anger.
Following this, the Great Zhou Airspace Management Ordinance was enacted, restricting warship travel to royals and national dukes only.
During the Wen Emperor’s reign, frugality was promoted, and extravagant modes of travel like warships became far less common.
By the time of Emperor Jing, the law was amended to tighten regulations even further.
Even warships permitted to dukes and kings had 90% of their weaponry stripped away.
Since then, most princes and marquises opted for unarmed building ships instead.
Various ranks of building ships were broadly used for commerce and official purposes.
People like Yi Zhiwen of the Laiyang Merchant Guild could buy warships but didn’t use them directly. Instead, they dismantled the warships for their materials. A single warship’s materials could yield two or even four commercial building ships, making it highly profitable for either resale or business use.
Upon arriving in Datong Prefecture, Zhao Xing and his companions initially had to wait for the departure of a government-assigned building ship.
However, soon after they arrived, Li Yancheng, a fourth-ranked official at the Building Ship Administration in Datong’s capital, quickly ordered the allocation of a seventh-rank building ship exclusively for Zhao Xing.
"Sir, why the special arrangement?" Fifth-ranked official Zhang Zheng was puzzled by the command. "They’re just three minor sixth-rank officials and idle marquises. Do they really need a special allocation from you?"
"Why?" Li Yancheng responded, "Because Zhao Xing’s mentor, Liu Tianning, serves as the Transport Commissioner for the Two Houses, and during wartime, our Building Ship Administration is under the Transport Commissioner’s jurisdiction."
"If Liu Tianning decided to find fault with us, he could easily exaggerate a minor mistake, leaving us without recourse."
"While it seems I am on the same level as Liu Tianning, in reality, I am subject to his authority."
Li Yancheng didn’t mention an additional detail: Liu Tianning was due for promotion to regular fourth rank this summer.
A one-rank difference could significantly impact someone’s power. Li Yancheng was over four hundred years old and had little chance of reaching third rank, whereas Liu Tianning’s future remained bright.
Was Li Yancheng worried that his eagerness to please Zhao Xing would backfire? Not at all.
Li Yancheng was well-informed.
The three lords of the Ten Sun Cave-Heaven had decreed that Zhao Xing’s return should be grand and dignified, a true return in glory.
If he failed to pick up on this hint from above, he’d be unfit for his role.
"How long have they been waiting?" Li Yancheng inquired.
"They arrived at the Building Ship Administration of East Datong at the seventh moment of the hour of the Tiger. It is now the first moment of the hour of the Rabbit," Zhang Zheng reported.
"When is the next seventh-rank building ship scheduled to depart for Dayuan Prefecture?"
"Building Ship No. 773, estimated departure time toward the end of the hour of the Dragon," Zhang Zheng replied. His Building Ship Administration operated as an aerial post station, providing convenient transport for officials while ensuring efficient use of each ship.
Especially for seventh-rank building ships, they waited until enough passengers and cargo were gathered to avoid wasting capacity.
"Notify the other officials and merchants who intend to board Building Ship No. 773 to arrive by the third moment of the hour of the Rabbit," Li Yancheng commanded. "If they are not here by then, they will have to wait for the next ship."
"Understood." Zhang Zheng promptly went to carry out the order.
At the Building Ship Administration’s East Office in Datong Prefecture, Zhao Xing and his companions were suddenly moved to a more luxurious “VIP area” – the Cloud Sea Hall.
This area was usually reserved for fifth-rank officials or higher, as the cloud and sea motifs were embroidered on their formal attire.
"Lord Zhao, please prepare yourselves. Building Ship No. 773 will depart at the third moment of the hour of the Rabbit," Zhang Zheng announced upon approaching Zhao Xing.
"The third moment of the Rabbit hour?" Zhao Xing was taken aback. "Wasn’t it supposed to depart at the hour of the Dragon?"
"There has been a change due to weather conditions," Zhang Zheng replied with a smile. "The ship’s departure has been rescheduled, which is quite a common occurrence."
The so-called "change in weather" was nothing more than a ruse. Zhang Zheng was merely following Li Yancheng’s directive, rearranging the schedule to accommodate Zhao Xing.
What concern would a seventh-rank building ship have with trivial weather conditions?
In the capital, the weather was unlikely to undergo drastic changes. But whether there was a “weather change” or not was for the Building Ship Administration to decide, after all.
Seeing Zhang Zheng in his fifth-rank official’s attire, Zhao Xing quickly grasped the situation.
"Ah, I see," Zhao Xing thought, amused. "It seems that my mentor Liu Tianning’s name doesn’t even need my mention; they’ve already taken care of everything."
"May I have the honor of knowing your esteemed name, sir?" Zhao Xing inquired.
"Zhang is my surname; I go by Zhang Zheng, courtesy name Yuanchun," Zhang Zheng responded with a respectful smile. "My superior is Lord Li Yancheng."
"Thank you, Lord Li, and thank you, Lord Zhang," Zhao Xing replied, bowing courteously.
"Marquis Yuanrang, you’re too kind."
As the clock struck the first moment of the hour of the Rabbit, Building Ship No. 773 was fully loaded with all twenty-three of their airships.
Under the break of dawn, the building ship took off, heading directly for Dayuan Prefecture.
Apparently, someone had been instructed to expedite the journey for Zhao Xing, as the usual thirty-hour travel time was reduced to only fifteen hours upon arrival at the Building Ship Administration in Dayuan Prefecture.
As they disembarked, they learned that the travel route had been altered to the shortest possible path, maximizing the speed of the seventh-rank building ship and cutting the journey time in half.
"Having a mentor is truly beneficial," Long Xiao remarked with a sigh. "You didn’t say a word, yet received all these perks."
"You could always apprentice yourself to Zhao Xing," Chen Shijie suggested, laughing. "Then you could introduce yourself as ‘my grandmaster Liu Tianning’ whenever you board a building ship."
"Haha, indeed!" Zhao Xing laughed, joining the joke. "Come on, my good disciple, come and pay your respects. No need for a gift – just three kowtows will suffice."
"Get out of here, both of you!" Long Xiao shoved them aside with a grin.
Arriving in Dayuan Prefecture felt like being back in familiar territory.
However, Dayuan Prefecture’s capital was in the east, while Nanyang County was located in the south.
The prefecture’s vast terrain meant that, even at full speed, it would take over two hours to reach Gucheng by navigating the Kirin Airships.
However, with an additional twenty cargo-laden airships, the journey would inevitably slow down.
Even with the Straw Puppet avatars controlling the cargo airships, it would still take four to five hours to reach their destination.
Yet, Shi Dezheng, a fourth-ranked official at the Building Ship Administration in Dayuan, had a similar idea to Li Yancheng.
He promptly arranged a sixth-rank building ship to ferry Zhao Xing directly to Nanyang County.
When Zhao Xing tried to decline, Shi Dezheng insisted with exceptional warmth, even coming out to greet him personally.
"Marquis Yuanrang, your return has brought great honor to your homeland. It is only fitting for us to show due respect."
"How could I stand by and ignore this?" Shi Dezheng said, expressing his devotion.
"Otherwise, what would outsiders think of Dayuan Prefecture if we were seen to neglect our honored soldiers?"
"This building ship has been idle for a while; this is the perfect opportunity to test its functionality."
"Marquis Yuanrang, by allowing us this chance, you are actually helping our Building Ship Administration. Please do not decline."
"In that case, I am deeply grateful to Lord Shi for this kindness," Zhao Xing replied courteously.
"It’s my duty," Shi Dezheng smiled. "Please, Marquis Yuanrang, come aboard."
Shi Dezheng’s words left Long Xiao somewhat dumbfounded.
While it was clear that Shi Dezheng was trying to curry favor with Zhao Xing, he cleverly twisted it to sound as though Zhao Xing was doing the Building Ship Administration a favor.
Using the pretext of “testing the ship’s functionality” was quite the crafty excuse – no wonder he held a fourth-ranked position!
Long Xiao didn’t realize that Shi Dezheng had, in fact, exercised restraint.
Since this was only an inter-prefecture journey, the trip was limited in scale; otherwise, he might have arranged a seventh-rank ship for Zhao Xing.
Even so, the sixth-rank ship he provided was of the highest quality.
Furthermore, the ship, called the Xia Guang Building Ship, had a unique and captivating effect. When breaking through the clouds, it would radiate seven-colored hues across the surrounding clouds.
Regardless of speed, the ship was fully equipped to dazzle.
Shi Dezheng had understood the imperial decree well: returning home in glory was not just about the destination but also the journey.
When Zhao Xing and his companions boarded the luxurious sixth-rank building ship, Long Xiao couldn’t help but marvel at the grandeur.
Watching the colorful spectacle around them, he swallowed nervously.
"Why are you staring at me?" Zhao Xing asked, still admiring the clouds when he noticed Long Xiao gazing intently at him. "Hey, you’re not really thinking about becoming my apprentice, are you?"
Long Xiao seemed almost ready to kneel, his eyes brimming with reverence.
"If things are this grand at the prefecture, I can only imagine the reception at Nanyang County," Chen Shijie commented.
It was clear that Shi Dezheng would relay the news down the line, ensuring a grand welcome for Marquis Yuanrang.
"That may not be the case," Long Xiao speculated. "Shi Dezheng and Li Yancheng know of Zhao Xing’s mentor’s influence, but the officials in Nanyang County may not."
"A mere warrior like you wouldn’t understand the ways of civil officials," Chen Shijie scoffed. "If the County Governor of Nanyang doesn’t personally come to the county’s building ship administration to greet him, I’ll let you use my head as a chamber pot."
"Such an arrogant tone – anyone would think you were the marquis instead of Yuanrang," Long Xiao muttered, heading into the ship’s cabin.
Chatting with these two wasn’t worth his time; he decided he’d rather spend it petting his cat.
Meanwhile, in the County Governor’s Office of Nanyang County, the governor, Wang Shiyang, looked up from his desk as a document officer came to report.
"Marquis Yuanrang, Zhao Xing, is returning home?"
"Yes, Governor," the officer replied, handing over several letters sent from the capital of Dayuan Prefecture by officials including Lord Shi Dezheng, Lord Liu, and Lord Li.
These letters, though informal and not official documents, often contained valuable insights between officials. Wang Shiyang opened each letter carefully and reviewed them.
All the letters spoke of the same matter: Marquis Yuanrang, Zhao Xing, was not only a highly decorated soldier but also a disciple of major figures within the military and administrative circles, with potential for royal recognition in the future. His return was to be a grand and honorable occasion, and nothing less than the utmost respect was acceptable.
As the governor of Nanyang County, Wang Shiyang was a fifth-ranked official, though some counties in more prominent locations were governed by fourth-ranked officials. Despite his rank, he had aspirations to advance further, hoping to reach the fourth rank himself. However, in a county as stable and established as Nanyang, such an opportunity for upward mobility was rare. Progress would require connections and carefully maintained relationships.
Seeing an opportunity, he was determined not to let it slip.
"When did he depart from the capital?" Wang Shiyang asked.
"At the second moment of the hour of the Snake, aboard the Xia Guang Building Ship from the Building Ship Administration in East Dayuan. If conditions are favorable, they should arrive within the hour, but no later than the end of the hour of the Horse," the document officer replied.
"Hurry!" Wang Shiyang ordered with urgency. "Notify all officials at or above the sixth rank to gather at the county’s eastern building ship administration within the hour!"
"The Ceremonial Hall staff, all officials of the eighth rank and above, are to attend."
"Prepare the dancers, musicians, and honor guard with the highest specifications allowed—so long as we remain within protocol, the more grandeur, the better!"
"Additionally, notify the magistrate of Gucheng County to prepare a grand reception, especially for Marquis Yuanrang's family. Make sure their ceremonial attire is in top condition and of appropriate splendor."
"Ensure the Zhao family’s ancestral residence is thoroughly cleaned; Marquis Yuanrang will no doubt want to pay his respects there upon his return."
The document officer, slightly stunned by the governor's level of attentiveness, quickly left to relay the orders.
As he prepared to leave, Wang Shiyang called him back with one more directive.
"One more thing: investigate the close friends and family of Marquis Yuanrang to determine if any recent grievances have emerged. Should there be any issues, especially involving government offices, report them immediately so we can resolve them before his arrival. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Governor," the document officer replied and promptly left to carry out the orders.
When Zhao Xing arrived at the Eastern Building Ship Administration on the outskirts of Nanyang County, he was greeted by a dazzling display of colorful clouds and radiant sunlight, which bathed the area in a warm glow.
The area was relatively quiet, with only officials present, as the nearby Dong Lake Army had cleared the grounds for the occasion.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At the governor’s signal, the drums echoed, accompanied by a vibrant ensemble of flutes, strings, and percussion. Fearing that Zhao Xing might not appreciate frivolous melodies, Governor Wang Shiyang had selected a series of stirring military songs for the occasion.
In harmony with the music, a group of dancers performed a sword dance, each move executed with precision and vigor, adding to the ceremonial grandeur.
Meanwhile, an officiant’s voice rang out, listing Zhao Xing’s military achievements:
"Marquis Yuanrang, Zhao Xing, fought courageously in the Southern Barbarian War, enduring four years on the frontlines. In the summer of the 16th year of the Jingxin era, he led the charge at Fire Dragon Pass. In the winter of the 17th year, he slew over ten thousand enemies, breaching the Southern Barbarians’ fortified stronghold…"
At this moment, Zhao Xing emerged from the Xia Guang Building Ship, stepping onto the deck of his Kirin Airship.
The Kirin Airship circled the grounds before landing with a dramatic flourish, followed by the roar of Green-Eyed Dragon Lions.
Two dragon lions, with gleaming green eyes, pulled a Bronze War Chariot as they escorted Zhao Xing into view.
He stood tall in his war chariot, adorned in his Jade Bamboo Marquis robes, a three-colored crown upon his head, and his Marshal’s Scepter in hand. The radiant colors of the setting sun cast a majestic glow over him, enhancing his already imposing presence.
As for Long Xiao and Chen Shijie, they remained respectfully aboard the building ship. In the Great Zhou, returning soldiers of high rank had personalized ceremonial honors, meant to celebrate their achievements alone.
"Watching this, I almost want to return to my hometown for a similar reception," Long Xiao muttered with a hint of envy. He loved grand spectacles like this, even if this one wasn’t for him.
"Why bother for a bit of vanity? Such returns are tedious," Chen Shijie remarked dismissively.
"True enough. Look at Zhao Xing; he has to display everything the emperor bestowed upon him, from his attire to his scepter and even his ride. It’s exhausting just thinking about it," Long Xiao replied with a hint of envy.
But Zhao Xing wasn’t exhausted at all. Despite the Great Zhou’s elaborate rituals, moments like these were rare in one’s lifetime.
After four years of war, this was his moment to shine.
The officiant reached the end of his speech, concluding with, "…In honor of the court, in honor of Marquis Yuanrang!"
At once, Wang Shiyang led the gathered officials in a thunderous cheer: "In honor of the court, in honor of Marquis Yuanrang!"
At this signal, Zhao Xing descended gracefully from his war chariot, riding a cloud until he stood before the gathered officials.
"Thank you, honored elders and citizens, for such a grand welcome. I, Zhao Xing, am humbled and grateful."
"Marquis Yuanrang, you are a young talent, an inspiration to us all, and a true pride of Nanyang County. Your return is a day of honor for us all!"
Governor Wang Shiyang, with a broad smile, clasped his hands and called out, "All together now, let us congratulate Marquis Yuanrang!"
"Congratulations to Marquis Yuanrang!" the assembled officials cheered in unison.
For half an hour, they continued with this elaborate protocol, only pausing for a brief intermission.
Next on the agenda was Zhao Xing’s ancestral worship ceremony, followed by a procession through his hometown. The county would send an honor guard to escort his banner of achievements to over a hundred towns across Nanyang County, celebrating his accomplishments.
Though he held only a sixth-rank title and a third-tier marquisate, Zhao Xing’s battle merits exceeded five million points!
At ten points per ninth-rank barbarian, this was the equivalent of eliminating nearly half a million barbarians. For unranked barbarians, that number would reach five million.
As a border prefecture, Nanyang County had a long history of defending against barbarian invasions, so Zhao Xing’s achievements held significant value.
Had Zhao Xing perished in battle, he would likely have been honored with a shrine. With his effigy paraded monthly for the first ten years, his spirit body would be strengthened in the afterlife.
Of course, since he was very much alive, there was no question of establishing a shrine just yet. Living shrines were associated with dark cults like the Blood Spirit Sovereign and other sinister figures.
As Zhao Xing entered the County Governor’s Hall in Nanyang, the drums and music resumed, marking his triumphant return.
Within the hall, Governor Wang Shiyang hosted a grand banquet, inviting top officials to join in a round of toasts.
"To Marquis Yuanrang! Congratulations!" Governor Wang Shiyang raised his cup high.
"To Marquis Yuanrang!"
Zhao Xing rose to his feet, raising his own cup. "I am but a humble servant, fortunate to have earned the favor of Governor Wang and all the esteemed officials here. Allow me to drink first as a gesture of my respect."
He then drained his cup in one swift gulp.
After a few rounds of toasting, Zhao Xing returned to his seat, and Governor Wang Shiyang ordered the curtains drawn for a moment of quiet in the private hall, separated from the main banquet area.
"Zhao Xing, how long will you be staying with us on this leave?" Wang Shiyang asked, in a more casual tone now that formalities were set aside.
"I have a six-month leave," Zhao Xing replied. "My companions Long Xiao and Chen Shijie also have the same duration."
"Excellent. After four years of service away from home, you can finally spend some time with family and friends, and rediscover the landscapes of your homeland," Wang Shiyang said warmly.
At the mention of friends, Zhao Xing interjected, "Governor Wang, I have a close friend who is serving as an official here in Nanyang County, yet I didn’t see him at the banquet earlier."
Wang Shiyang felt a slight jolt of anxiety – a close friend of Zhao Xing, overlooked? How could he have missed this?
The document officer nearby quickly intervened. "For such a grand reception, Governor Wang ensured that the invitation and ceremony were of the utmost quality. Some officials were, however, unable to attend due to unavoidable duties. We beg Marquis Yuanrang’s understanding in this matter."
Zhao Xing nodded in understanding.
Relieved, Wang Shiyang smiled and inquired further. "And who might this friend of yours be, Zhao Xing?"
"His name is Zong Shichang. Last I heard, he was serving as an eighth-ranked official in Pinghuai."
Zhao Xing hadn’t received any recent correspondence from Zong Shichang. Busy with battle and court duties, he hadn’t been able to keep in touch regularly. The last letter he recalled was from six months prior, at the end of the 19th year, when Zong Shichang had informed him of his promotion to the eighth rank.
"Zong Shichang… That name does sound familiar." Wang Shiyang paused to think, recognizing the name faintly.
However, Zong Shichang’s family wasn’t among the most prominent in the county, nor did they engage in high-level politics. As such, Wang Shiyang hadn’t paid them much attention.
Turning to the document officer, Wang Shiyang gestured for him to investigate further, and the officer hurried away to locate Zong Shichang.
Meanwhile, Wang Shiyang stayed behind to continue entertaining Zhao Xing.
Nanyang County wasn’t particularly vast but still included over a hundred towns and several sacred mountains. Wang Shiyang, fearing that Zhao Xing might encounter any unpleasant surprises, had ordered a thorough background check on his friend.
While he believed he’d thought of everything, there was one oversight.
At that very moment, Zong Shichang, a close friend of Zhao Xing, was sound asleep in a holding cell at the County Patrol Office.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of banging on the cell door startled Zong Shichang awake.
"Scoundrels!" he shouted as he sat up, cursing at the disturbance. "Can a man not get some sleep around here?"
"Master Zong, please don’t take it out on us," a guard outside the cell called in a low voice. "We’re only following orders. Inspector Song specifically instructed us not to let you sleep."
"That old bastard Song Ji! Go tell him that he can only hold me for another two days!" Zong Shichang fumed. "When I get out, I swear I’ll relieve myself on his family’s ancestral grave, rain or shine!"
The guard outside remained silent, seemingly ignoring Zong Shichang’s tirade.
Grumbling to himself, Zong Shichang lay back down, hoping to catch a bit more sleep.
However, each time he began to doze off, the guards would bang on the door, keeping him in a state of restless frustration.
"Curse that bastard Song Ji!" Zong Shichang muttered through gritted teeth.
His detainment had roots in a conflict from the previous flood season involving Nanliu County’s flood discharge.
Summers in Nanyang County were prone to heavy rainfall and flooding, compounded by its numerous rivers and tributaries.
Despite significant water control projects, the ongoing war between the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Southern Barbarians had caused the Lan River and Cang River to surge, impacting downstream counties within the Great Zhou.
Even after the water pressure had gradually lessened along its path, by the time it reached Nanyang County, there were still considerable effects on the water level.
Although Zong Shichang wasn’t particularly powerful, he was well-connected and quick to pick up on important information.
Through his correspondence with Zhao Xing, he had realized that taking up the role of Pinghuai Magistrate to oversee water management would be an excellent opportunity to establish himself.
Thus, three years prior, he had requested a transfer to the Du Shui Office to begin his duties.
As he expected, Nanyang County experienced a noticeable increase in rainfall and river levels, far exceeding past records.
Having prepared for this, Zong Shichang honed his flood management skills ahead of time, drawing on his family’s resources to equip himself with the necessary knowledge and tools. Over three years, his hard work paid off, earning him a promotion from the ninth to the eighth rank.
However, the higher he climbed, the more difficult he found it to navigate the bureaucratic landscape. To genuinely accomplish anything, he inevitably encountered vested interests.
His current detention was a result of his decisions a year ago while managing the water levels in Nanliu County. His actions had offended one of the most powerful clans in Nanyang, the Song family.
Earlier in the summer, he had faced a critical decision regarding flood discharge. Zong Shichang had two choices: he could direct the floodwaters toward the Song family’s farmland, or he could divert them toward the commoners in Nanliu County.
Knowing that some losses were unavoidable, Zong Shichang, true to his principles, chose to prioritize the welfare of the common people.
This decision completely enraged the Song family.
As a member of a prominent clan himself, why would Zong Shichang go to such lengths to antagonize another clan? Why repeatedly sacrifice their interests in favor of the impoverished commoners?
The head of the Song family sent multiple warnings to Zong Shichang.
But Zong Shichang, stubborn and hot-headed, refused to relent.
He went as far as to curse at the head of the Song family directly: “Song Chengde, you scoundrel! What kind of ‘virtue’ do you have to speak of? Your Song family is wealthy and powerful – losing a bit of farmland won’t stop you from living in luxury. But if the commoners lose their farmland, they’re looking at complete ruin. Since Nanliu County is your family’s territory, why would you begrudge them a little loss?"
Though his words were bold, Zong Shichang had a point. The head of the Song family listened intently and then carefully examined Zong Shichang’s schedule, whereabouts, and routines.
After a month, he discovered a minor infraction – Zong Shichang had been drinking during work hours.
Without hesitation, the Song family enlisted their own member, Song Ji, a sixth-ranked official within the Patrol Office, to arrest Zong Shichang and detain him for a week.
Their intent was clear: to teach Zong Shichang a lesson and remind him of the “Song family’s way.”
And so, on the very day of Zhao Xing’s return, Zong Shichang found himself lamenting his fate in a cell, singing a tune of regret.
"Sigh… Three years of water management have left me skin and bones," Zong Shichang muttered, rubbing his now-flat stomach. “Life really isn’t easy.”
He thought back to his former lifestyle, the nights of endless revelry and opulence.
He had initially embarked on this career to prove himself to Liu Muqin and show her that he could indeed change his ways.
But over time, Zong Shichang began to understand the suffering of the common people. By the second year, his motivations had grown beyond just impressing his beloved.
"When I get out of here, I’m going to leave a giant heap on the Song family’s ancestral grave," he grumbled, glaring into the darkness.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The door suddenly rattled with more knocks.
"Can’t you people let me sleep?" Zong Shichang snapped, his back to the cell door. "Liu Silang, are you blind?"
This time, however, the sound of the door opening accompanied the knock, along with the hum of an activated spell.
"Huh? Did my family come to bail me out?" Zong Shichang, surprised by the noise, turned to face the door.
Through the moonlight streaming in from the window, he saw a figure that looked both strange and familiar.
In fact, there wasn’t just one figure—several people stood outside, crowding the hallway.
At the front was a young man, tall and dignified, dressed in marquis robes. Since when did Nanyang have another marquis?
To the man’s left stood the County Governor, Wang Shiyang, and on his right, the County Deputy, He Xian. How did that old fox end up here?
Wait a minute, why did that marquis look so familiar?
Blinking, Zong Shichang refocused his gaze on the young man in the lead.
The next moment, his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Zhao… Zhao Xing?"
Zhao Xing, his face stern but quickly softening at the sight of his friend, bent down slightly as he entered the small cell.
He reached out, gently helping Zong Shichang up from the wooden cot.
"Is it really you, Zhao Xing?" Zong Shichang’s face lit up with joy. "When did you return? How did you get here?"
"It’s me, Brother Zong," Zhao Xing replied with a warm smile. "I’m back."
"Ha! Incredible! You’ve become a marquis now?" Zong Shichang gave a playful tug on Zhao Xing’s marquis robe. “Let me see… is this real? Whoa, golden-threaded sash and He Luo silk – genuine indeed!"
Despite his situation, Zong Shichang looked delighted, with no trace of grievance, only happiness at seeing his friend.
As Zhao Xing looked him over, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia.
After four years, the once slightly plump Zong Shichang had become lean and sharp-featured, with an air of resilience that hadn’t been there before.
Clearly, he had truly dedicated himself to water management in recent years.
"Come, Brother Zong, let’s get you out of here," Zhao Xing said, helping Zong Shichang toward the cell door.
"Lord Zhao, about this matter…" the County Deputy, He Xian, began hesitantly, as though about to say something in protest.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, the iron bars burst into flames, causing everyone to recoil in shock.
Drip, drip, drip…
The metal melted into liquid, and even parts of the surrounding walls softened and dripped down.
He Xian and Wang Shiyang, who had retreated a few steps, couldn’t help but stare in astonishment.
This was no ordinary cell—this was a reinforced formation cell in the county’s Patrol Office. And Zhao Xing had melted it with a mere gesture?
Was this truly a sixth-rank power?
Even fifth-ranked Shennong Priests didn’t possess such potent abilities!
"Brother Zong," Zhao Xing called, extending his hand to guide Zong Shichang out, "let’s find you a place to freshen up."
"Gladly." Zong Shichang took a sniff of his sleeves. "I reek a bit, to be honest. Haven’t had a chance to bathe in days."
Hearing this casual remark, Zhao Xing’s brow furrowed even more deeply.
He immediately summoned four Myriad Straw Puppets to open the doors to the Patrol Office.
"Hey! Your straw puppets can even turn into yourself?" Zong Shichang asked with curiosity. “Oh, and can I leave now, esteemed officials?”
"Of course, of course," He Xian said with a forced smile, feeling a prickle of anxiety. After all, he had close ties with Song Ji, who had orchestrated Zong Shichang’s detention.
"Quick, someone escort Lord Zong to freshen up!"
"No need to trouble yourselves," all four Myriad Straw Puppets replied in unison. "He can use my Kirin Airship for a bath."
The officials looked on with a growing sense of unease, as they couldn’t discern which figure was the real Zhao Xing.
Especially Song Ji, the Patrol Office Chief, who felt as though his heart had been clenched in an icy grip.
Watching the scene unfold from a corner, Long Xiao smirked, whispering to himself, "Oh, someone’s about to get what’s coming to them. I’ve never seen Zhao Xing this furious before. This trip to Nanyang was worth it just for this."
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