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Chapter 592: Sentiment and Indifference
Chapter 592: Sentiment and Indifference
After ten thousand years, Xiao Zhuang had indeed undergone many changes, and it was now Xiao City, the strongest cultivation family in the region. Even though their status was exceptional, the descendants of the Xiao family still remembered Xiao Lan, and her statue stood in the ancestral hall for future generations to worship.
Xiao Lan looked at the excited Xiao family descendants, and she thought of her own siblings. This newly ascended Wanderer Immortal couldn't help but feel envious.
Her cultivation was high, and she had lived for a long time, longer than the Xiao family, but in reality, she had experienced too few hardships. Moreover, she had spent most of her life in seclusion, so her temperament was still like that of a young girl.
Gu An watched Xiao Lan being surrounded by her descendants, a smile on his face.
In her previous life, Ye Lan had once yearned for such a scene, but unfortunately, she had no living family, let alone descendants.
Xiao Lan stayed in Xiao City for an entire month, and all the citizens of the city knew of the return of the Xiao family's ancestor. Even cultivators from other cities and sects came to visit.
During this month, although Gu An could meet Xiao Lan every day, their time together was not as close as before, not because Xiao Lan deliberately ignored him, but because the Xiao family was too enthusiastic.
When it was time for them to leave Xiao City, Xiao Lan stood on the clouds, raising her arms high and laughing loudly, "From now on, I have a new goal! Not only will I become the master of the Dao Court, but I will also help the Xiao family become an everlasting cultivation family!"
She was full of fighting spirit, and the aura of a proud genius appeared on her body.
Gu An thought Xiao Lan's ambition was good; it was a natural human emotion, just like how he would also take care of the Taixuan Sect.
Gu An was also aware of his own shortcomings. Although he always said he wouldn't interfere, he couldn't help but take action.
Long Teng was the best example.
No matter how high the cultivation of an enlightened being, they would always take care of those close to them.
Gu An suddenly thought of a question.
Are Immortal Gods better with sentiment, or is indifference more favorable?
Does Heavenly Dao and Great Dao also have sentiment?
Gu An fell into deep thought, while Xiao Lan, unaware of his thoughts, continued to express her lofty ambitions, as if shouting them out would allow the heavens to witness her determination.
...
In the Tai Cang Dynasty, within the grand hall of the imperial palace, countless civil and military officials stood on both sides, bidding farewell to a man in exquisite silver armor.
This man was Long Teng, clad in heavy silver armor, as if entwined by a silver dragon. Two phoenix wings adorned his helmet, and his white cape fluttered with a hint of spirituality.
On the steps ahead, Li Xuandao, dressed in dragon robes, watched Long Teng with a face full of contentment and relief.
Yang Jian also stood in the hall, dressed in official robes, not looking like a general. He examined Long Teng and nodded slightly.
Li Yu, who had accompanied Long Teng to the Dao Court, was also present, his expression excited as he waved at Long Teng.
Long Teng's expression was calm as he walked up to the steps, half-kneeling and raising his hand to salute Li Xuandao.
Li Xuandao smiled and said, "Rise, your achievements have made me very pleased."
As Long Teng stood up, an elderly official took out a scroll of imperial decree and began to read, "General Long Teng, who swept through the Drowning Sea Demon Domain, slaying the Mysterious Demon Emperor and shaking the Seven Seas. Your valor has bolstered the prestige of the Tai Cang Holy Court. You are hereby bestowed the title of 'Heavenly Praised General', ranking as a first-class official, forever enjoying the fortune of Tai Cang. A statue of you will be erected in the Divine General's Mansion."
His voice echoed with vigor throughout the hall, stirring discussion among the officials.
Many people found it unbelievable. They knew His Majesty would greatly reward Long Teng, but they never expected such treatment.
First-class official, almost second only to the Emperor himself! The position of General was only ever bestowed upon Yang Jian.
Li Xuandao was pleased with the officials' astonishment. He intended to elevate Long Teng to the pinnacle, making his name known throughout the realm.
Whether out of jealousy or disdain, Long Teng would soar to new heights.
Li Xuandao raised his right hand, and a golden decree, resembling a sword, descended from the heavens and landed before Long Teng.
From this day forth, with this decree, you can mobilize any army as you see fit. My word is as good as my presence, and you need not wait for my approval." Li Xuandao's voice thundered, his words echoing like a startling thunderclap that sent shockwaves through the entire hall, even surprising Yang Jian.
Li Yu was stunned, never expecting His Majesty to go to such lengths.
But upon recalling Long Teng's connection with Gu An, he found it reasonable.
The Great Cang Empire was powerful, but it was still far from dominating the world. Only with the support of the Fu Dao Sword Sovereign would there be hope.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Long Teng accepted the decree without changing his expression, his voice firm and resolute.
As Long Teng received the decree, the court officials felt that a change was coming to the Great Cang Empire. In recent years, His Majesty had not only heavily relied on Long Teng but had also promoted other members of the Long family.
With Long Teng's appointment as the Supreme General, the Long family had firmly established themselves among the top noble families of the Great Cang Empire. Even with their deeper family background, they had to give due respect to the Long family.
Whoosh!
A gust of wind swept into the hall, causing everyone inside to turn pale.
Long Teng turned to look, narrowing his eyes.
Suddenly, a figure appeared before him, raising a palm and pushing forward—it was Yang Jian.
Yang Jian's palm strike unleashed a torrent of mana, as if colliding with an invisible force. The mana dissipated into a mist.
"You slaughter our Demon Domain and still dare to act so arrogantly? How laughable!"
A cold laughter rang out, and Yang Jian's face changed abruptly. A powerful demonic force shattered his mana, sending him flying backward.
As he retreated, he didn't collide with Long Teng. Focusing his gaze, he realized that Long Teng had disappeared.
Li Xuandao, seated on the dragon throne, was forced to gather his mana. Despite having a protective barrier, he was still startled enough to stand up.
The officials on both sides were knocked to the ground, and cries of agony filled the hall.
"Great Cang Emperor, this is your warning. Your Supreme General must die, and I will have my subordinates feast on his flesh and blood!"
The cold laughter echoed again, and the demonic wind within the hall vanished. Yang Jian also disappeared from the hall, giving chase.
Li Xuandao stood before the dragon throne, his brows furrowed, but he remained calm. A hint of strangeness flashed in his eyes.
...
Long Teng was bound by an unyielding demonic force, unable to resist. He couldn't even open his eyes, feeling as if the world was spinning, his soul in turmoil.
This sensation lasted for a long time until he was finally thrown to the ground.
As the demonic force on his body dissipated, he opened his eyes and found himself lying in a dim underground plaza. This underground area was vast, with a sacrificial platform over a thousand feet in diameter in front of him. Behind the platform stood a majestic statue of a formidable demon beast, exuding an immense oppressive aura.
Long Teng turned his head and saw a red rope binding his battle armor, sealing his mana and preventing him from standing up.
A figure appeared out of thin air before him—a demon with an eagle's head and a human body, wearing a loose Daoist robe. His towering figure resembled a small mountain.
This demon had his back to Long Teng, facing the statue, and spoke, "Master, I can't hold back my anger. I can tolerate the Great Cang Empire's audacity, but this fellow slaughtered our demon soldiers. I must tear him apart with my own hands!"
His tone was filled with discontent.
An ancient voice followed, "What is this person's name? Could he be related to that existence?"
The eagle-headed demon coldly humphed, "His name is Long Teng. How could he possibly be related to the Fu Dao Sword Sovereign? Master, you're being too cautious. The Fu Dao Sword Sovereign has long left the Heavenly Spirit Grand World. If he were still here, the one to unify the world wouldn't be the Dao Court but the Taixuan Sect or the Great Cang Empire!"
(End of Chapter)
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