emotions. She gave Que a proper bow before saying, “But there’s no need to worry anymore. Everyone has their own fate, and we are not familiar with each other.”Yu Que no longer smiled.Palace Historia...Jiang Wang was not a bloodthirsty person.

Although he doesn't shy away from killing, he won't choose to kill unless necessary.

Having grown up in a pharmacy, I have witnessed too many births and deaths, lingering illnesses on sickbeds.

This did not make him take death lightly.

It was precisely because he had seen so many struggles on the brink of death that he came to understand the preciousness of life.

But now, he is filled with killing intent, his heart brimming with murderous rage!

There is no person in this world whose existence is without cause.

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No one's growth can be isolated.

All extraordinary cultivators are the result of accumulated resources. Ultimately, the existence of these heaven-defying cultivators is due to the support of countless ordinary people.

Extraordinary cultivators who enjoy extraordinary resources should also bear extraordinary responsibilities.

This is Jiang Wang's understanding of transcendence. It's also what the instructors repeatedly emphasized in the Dao Institute back then.

Although in his opinion, Dong A hadn't done it.

The city lord, as the ruler of a domain, oversees hundreds of thousands of people. They control their food, clothing, housing, transportation, and even birth, aging, illness, and death.

This is not honor, this is a heavy responsibility.

To take good care of the people under your rule, to ensure they live in peace and prosperity, that is true honor!

The city lord, Sun Heng, died in battle on Shupin Peak for the sake of Sanshan City. He flayed his own skin and put it on his youngest son, allowing him to carry on his unfinished business.

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City Lord Dou Yuemei, for the sake of Sanshan City, cultivated her divine powers to their peak, but she cut herself off from the path of immortality.

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Even Wei Guji, known for his ruthless actions and criticized by many, fought valiantly and died for Fenglin City.

And for so many years that the Xi family has ruled Jiacheng, what have they done when disaster struck the city

When Jiang Wang arrived at the foot of Jiacheng City Wall, what he saw was a desolate Jiacheng, a withering Jiacheng.

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With Qingyang Town in such dire straits, the city district of Jiacheng, which was the source of all this trouble, was naturally even more perilous.

Even with the best efforts of Xi Zichu, a doctor from Dongwanggu, the cure was not effective. Without decisive administrative measures to support the medical treatment, the speed of the rescue efforts could not keep up with the spread of the plague.

The extraordinary power of the Jiacheng district far surpasses that of Qingyang Town, but the population disparity is even greater than the difference in their respective extraordinary powers.

Finally, I can't hide it anymore.

The common people are not fools.

When a person dies, all his family and friends, neighbors on both sides, and the people in the nearby neighborhood find out.

Even those who blindly trusted the City Lord's Mansion and remained optimistic, when they saw more and more corpses around them, they couldn't help but feel panicked.

At this time, people recalled the original few "rumormongers" and remembered those "rumors" and "fabrications."

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"Jiacheng may have an outbreak of plague!"

"The people of Jiacheng are in great danger, and immediate measures must be taken!"

"Please everyone, avoid crowded places and it's best to stay home..."

Those "rumors" that misled people have finally been remembered.

However, those young doctors represented by Sun Ping are now dead.

Their severed heads, once bore the fury and scorn of the people.

Their reputations were trampled, their bodies desecrated, and all was lost beyond repair.

“Hold! All who enter, turn back! Jiacheng is now closed to the outside world!” shouted a soldier guarding the city from afar.

Jiang Wang ignored him.

He walked closer in silence.

The soldiers on the city walls drew their swords one after another.

But they didn't even see Jiang Wang make a move, all the swords in his hand had already been broken.

Jiang Wang walked over the city gate, past the astonished soldiers guarding it, and continued forward.

At this critical juncture, the extraordinary powers of all individuals in Jiacheng have converged together.

This is the most vulnerable time for Jiaceng, but also the time when Jiaceng can react the fastest.

This street is very long.

Jiang Wangcai had walked halfway when at the end of the long street, a person appeared to block his way.

He was dressed in a scholar's robe, with three long whiskers, and had a refined air.

Xi Zi Chu was busy allocating medicine and hadn't closed her eyes in a long time. Xi Mu Nan, as the city lord, had to manage everything on one hand, and face the inquiries from the Yang Guo court on the other, concealing the situation and having no time for rest.

Among the extraordinary cultivators of the Tenglong Realm, only Master Liu could distinguish himself.

So he came.

And he was very confident,

with no other helpers.

"Disciples of the Confucian school" Jiang Wang asked.

"My heart truly longs for the mountains of books," replied Master Liu.

What is your job

"As a master at the city lord's mansion, I have no job or position."

“That’s Xi Mu Nan’s trusted aide,” Jiang Wang nodded, then asked, “Sun Ping’s charges and the postings of the amnesty letters all over the place, you wrote them”

Mr. Liu didn't deny it: "My writing is crude, and I apologize for any offense to the envoy."

"I know a student of Confucianism who came from one of the four great academies, but his poetry is very poor and his literary talent pales in comparison to yours."

"I am but a humble scholar, unworthy of such high praise."

Jiang Wang said, "But he is a scholar. You are just an animal that reads."

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Master Liu's skill in controlling his breath seemed extraordinary; even when Jiang Wang spoke like this, he didn't show any anger.

"Instead, he laughed and said, "As the saying goes, 'Learning knows no bounds.' Even birds and beasts, if they are willing to study, can be considered members of our scholarly class. What the messenger has said is precisely the merit of education."

“I am not speaking to you as the emissary of the heavy Xuan family, but as the master of Qingyang Town, here to hold you accountable.”

“Qingyang Town is only granted to Chongxuan for thirty years. To be precise, you are only the master of Qingyang Town for thirty years.” Liu Shiye said with a calm face, adding limitations and filling in the gaps for Jiang Wang, with an air of having everything under control, and smiled: “You ask. Liu knows everything.”

This person's eloquence is truly extraordinary. Compared to his status as a student of the Confucian school, he seems more like a disciple of a famous orator.

But Jiang Wangsheng's voice was as cold as ice: "I've finished asking my questions. Now it's your turn to answer!"

One step forward, he drew his sword.

Mr. Liu, the scholar official, somehow pulled out a folding fan from somewhere and opened it in front of him.

With a mere sound, the Changxiangsi sword surged forward like an unstoppable force, effortlessly piercing through this extraordinary artifact, a folding fan.

The cold light is near at hand.

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Mr. Liu retreated gracefully, and with a long sigh said, "I cherish my righteous spirit!"

Before him, a vast white expanse, the air swirling like a dragon rising.

The most representative killing method of the Confucian school lies in the application of righteous qi.

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Mr. Liu, the magistrate, was a man of considerable skill and strength.

But the current Jiang Wang was a Jiang Wang who had suppressed his murderous intent for ten days straight.

Murder is sometimes a means, and sometimes an end.

When it is a means to an end, regardless of the reason.

When it is the goal, there are no excuses.

"I don't know, can evil give birth to righteousness"

The sword rises, its blade shining long.

The sun and moon shine brightly.

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Jiang Wang with a single sword strike, thus the serpent dragon died, and the white mist dissipated.

"You took the wrong way!"

He staggered, his sword at his back, and stood close to Mr. Liu.

The murderous intent in my heart expands, endlessly expanding.

The Si Ling Lian Ti Jue Bai Hu Pian (Four Symbols Refining Body Classic: White Tiger Chapter) began to run automatically.

Jiang Wang's eyes were red-rimmed, and she directly charged at him with her head!

The awe-inspiring Qi was broken, and Master Liu reached into his bosom to draw out a wolf's hair brush. He was about to dodge when suddenly the wood Qi within him surged uncontrollably, binding him from the inside out.

Bind the tiger!

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The formidable Master Liu, who had only reached the Tenglong realm, was instantly bound.

But Jiang Wang's head had already hit it directly.

Their heads collided, and they both fell backward.

Mr. Liu only felt a darkness before his eyes.

Jiang Wang took the sword in his left hand, drew it from right to left across his body, and a head flew off into the air!ty. They are far from what Chu Yu described as "mere figureheads." However, for them to truly comprehend the perspective of commoners would be an arduous task.Can Dou Zhao understand Chu Yu's father w...