Peace Order

Chapter 1834 - 89: Seeking Peace

Murong Qiushui wanted to cheer him up, forced a smile, and pointed into the distance, saying: "Li Nu’er, look..."

She turned her head, then froze.

The bustling mortal world of Jiangnan, the lively red dust, that young man wore a blue robe with dark patterns, sleeves rolled, standing there, white hair at his temples falling, yet the whole person exuded a great sense of estrangement and loneliness.

"Auntie."

Li Guanyi held Murong Qiushui’s arm, he looked at Murong Qiushui, and finally chose not to mention Grandpa’s departure, nor any other matters, he only whispered:

"Please don’t leave..."

Murong Qiushui nodded.

Li Guanyi felt despicable.

He was using Auntie’s sadness, using Auntie’s feelings, to bind her, then, with such ’despicable’ means, to help Auntie emerge from her grief, yet he still did it, gently and despicably.

In this vast world, his blood relatives, only Auntie remains.

Officials of the Heavenly Strategy Mansion were busy handling affairs during this period, and there were historians who recorded these matters, Saatanati was among them, helping those elders collect information and record these events.

Whether it was the sorrow of the Red Emperor, or the fall of Jiang Wanxiang.

Or Ji Yanzhong leaping off a cliff with Princess Changle, two directions of great battles.

All these became the most tumultuous events of this era, worthy to leave a heavy mark in the annals of history, among which there were anthologies documenting the death of Sword Madman Murong Longtu.

This was neither to cater to the emperor’s likes, nor to please the emperor by including his relatives in the chronicles, the swordsman simply was an extraordinary figure, to an extent, with his sword alone, altered the era.

If it wasn’t for Sword Madman Murong Longtu’s one sword, causing Jiang Wanxiang’s Qi Fortune to collapse.

In the land of Jiangnan, even if Yue Pengwu returned, it would still be a battle to the death.

One sword slices Qi Fortune, defeats the emperor, the martial world’s flair reaches this point, it was the utmost.

The historical records of Prince Qin would not be shown to him, but other parts would be presented, only such texts were not lacking in praise, yet Prince Qin suddenly grew angry, this was the only time Saatanati saw Tian Ge’er in such a demeanor, also the only time Prince Qin lost composure over the stone records.

Even faced with dire situations, still smiling, Prince Qin, with reputation widespread, Tian Ge’er pointed at the historical records, saying:

"What does Murong Longtu’s death mean?!"

The historian did not understand, merely answered: "Sword Madman Murong Longtu cut Qi Fortune and left, never seen again, the aura dispersed, ultimately died in the world, as a swordsman, dying for the world, is it not grand?"

This was a very standard scholarly expression.

Crash!

Prince Qin grasped the scroll and threw it, startling the historian into a jump, his face turning pale, but even at this moment, the scroll did not strike his forehead or anything, just hit his body, Prince Qin quiet, suddenly shouted:

"He’s not dead!"

"No!"

"You haven’t seen his body, nor his final sword, how can you say he’s dead?"

"Grand? Grand what?!"

The scholar’s face turned ghastly pale, not knowing why Prince Qin was so angry, they trembled slightly with astonishment and fear, yet Saatanati raised her head, the girl’s eyes calm, watching the angry Prince Qin, both puzzled and silent inside.

Why would the hero of the world in his anger, be so sorrowful, so desolate.

Prince Qin’s anger made all officials and scholars retreat, all with a bit of trepidation inside, he had already opened up the world, occupying half of the realm as an Overlord, galloping through historical records and legends like a Divine Dragon in the chaotic times.

In fact, even if the world was so large, there was no one who had the audacity to face Prince Qin’s fury directly, nor many who could truly stand beside him, to tell him the truth.

Prince Qin drove everyone away.

Cursing to himself: "Historians and scholars, ignorant of war, ignorant of the world!"

Until at last, a hand pressed on that young king’s shoulder.

Li Guanyi’s voice paused.

Old Siming looked at him, voice gentle and calm:

"Murong Longtu is dead."

"Young one..."

Li Guan instinctively retorted: "No..."

Old Siming’s voice rose, as if to break something:

"He’s dead!"

The angry Prince Qin, the Qilin body which once flaunted seemed to pause, then seemingly lost power, slumped down, he staggered and stepped back, sat on the chair, looked at the initial draft of the historical records, lowered his head, no longer spoke.

Old Siming’s eyes harbored compassion.

The Qilin of chaotic times, now was like an abandoned kitten.

Prince Qin kept his head down, still only whispered: "Grandpa’s sword skills were divine, he took the Life Extending Gu, his martial skills had already surpassed, he wouldn’t die, he just left..."

"Moreover, there is the Red Dragon, wasn’t Zhang Ziyong’s martial skills started from the Ancient Red Dragon? So, Grandpa he..."

These words were meant for Old Siming, perhaps for himself.

Old Siming said: "Even the sun will set."

Prince Qin sat there alone.

The hero who conquered the world, now seemed like a child.

Old Siming sighed, even though he was accustomed to these things, seeing such a situation still brought some sorrow, he left alone, closed the door, let Prince Qin face it all alone.

Prince Qin sat desolately through the night, as moonlight and starlight fell, memories became vivid.