Chen Ping's Sword

Complete disbelief overwhelmed her.

If Chen Ping were here, he would tell her.

Indeed, sometimes the gap between people is vast, and sometimes it is not.

The difference often lies in one’s experience, one’s vision and knowledge; a lifetime of ordinariness might simply be because they lacked opportunity.

They had not encountered a benefactor in their lives.

Chen Ping, in his past life, relied on the help of a few good brothers he met in his hometown when he rose to prominence, and ultimately conquered the kingdom.

And those brothers became talents among generals and ministers, each leaving a name in history.

Could it be that the hero who "slayed the white snake" was truly destined, and just by casually meeting a few friends, they turned out to be renowned generals and prime ministers? How coincidental that would be.

The truth is simple.

Heroes are forged by the times, and that’s all there is to it.

Seeing Zhang Gu like this, Sima Rou was filled with mixed emotions, feeling that perhaps the most right decision she and her husband ever made was that day when they took Chen Ping as their apprentice.

No, it was that night, when she whimsically took her daughter to Youx Mountain to offer aid.

Past actions, present consequences.

That journey not only brought back a precious apprentice, but also led the Primordial Martial Arts Hall and even the Primordial Sect to be reborn from the ashes, ascending to unimaginable heights.

The future prospects are limitless.

Some things are really hard to comprehend.

But as long as you follow along, it’s fine.

As the nominal master, though she couldn’t teach much now, Sima Rou still harbored worries akin to an old mother, silently fretting about her apprentice battling life and death against the Beizhou Barbarians in the distant land.

She sighed softly: "On this journey, I seem to have heard many military advisors secretly calling Xiaojiu as King Ping, I’m not sure if it’s appropriate. A large tree draws the wind’s attention, and if it catches the ears of those with intentions, it could cause trouble..."

This phenomenon does exist.

Zhang Gu nodded, although he wasn’t worried, and smiled: "Mistress is worrying too much, Ninth Junior Brother... uh, King Ping had no choice.

I suspect he was lifted up by the civil and military officials around him... What spontaneous designation is truly spontaneous? There are gains and losses in this matter.

As the saying goes, if the name is not right, the words will not follow. If he doesn’t accept the title of prince, it will block many people’s paths to promotion, and the hearts of the people within this county and seven prefectures may become unstable, leading to inevitable turmoil.

With the expanding territory, an increasing number of people under his command, how can a Xingqing Prefecture Lord manage it all?"

This is easy to understand.

If he was still under the name of Xingqing Prefecture Lord or General, once the Great Li Court issues a decree, wouldn’t all the territories be forfeited? Under what name would they reject the court’s rewards?

And under what name would they follow Chen Ping to resist Beizhou?

To speak selfishly.

Fighting continuously, lacking the aspiration for sealing wives and offspring, or securing future high-ranking positions and merits for following the dragon, where would these people find the motivation to follow Chen Ping down a single path?

Are they really all highly enlightened, throwing away their lives, not for themselves, but for all living beings’ blessings?

Zhang Gu, having often been hungry and bullied by powerful and influential people since childhood, understood this best.

He knew that human nature cannot be faced head-on.

Sometimes, there’s no good person in the world.

In a different scenario, the world is filled with good people.

There’s profound reasoning in this that Zhang Gu couldn’t understand until now.

But he knew, some people understood, so he followed them.

...

"Third Great Uncle, do we really have to ambush here at Tiger Roar Ridge, against King Jinghai’s ten thousand troops? Once we take this step, there’s no turning back."

Cui Boyu was filled with anxiety, his usual jade-like appearance now somewhat unkempt, his skin slightly yellow and dark, and circles around his eyes unhealthy.

As a Unity Realm Grandmaster, even a lesser Grandmaster, there shouldn’t be any physical issues. To look like this shows the immense pressure he’s enduring, the mental anguish deep within.

Yes.

Cui Boyu always wondered.

His third great uncle, having served as Minister, and once commanding armies to achieve great victory against the Hu People, being a Unity Realm Grandmaster with Spirit Communication and Transformation, wagered the entire Cui family on one battle.

Initially, Cui Boyu thought his third great uncle agreed to the gamble for expediency, waiting for a change to counter, surely he wouldn’t commit all family wealth and resources to a renegade from Jianghu.

Treating this Xingqing Prefecture Lord more affectionately than his own son, pouring his heart and blood into it.

To what extent?

All personnel, financial, and military power of Cui family’s Hexi County and surrounding seventeen counties were entrusted away.

Even some family businesses of Cui were segmented, thousands of clan members treated as ordinary folk, without favor.

Except direct descendants retaining modest assets for living expenses, it’s fair to say, the Cui family now, no longer among the Thirteen Noble Families, could be overshadowed by a notable household in any county.

Moreover, currently whispered "King Ping" in the realms was secretly advised and orchestrated by his third great uncle.

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