Chapter 752: Chapter 240: Let’s Go to Flying Cloud Country_2
Ning Zhuo received this praise and blinked, but his sharp gaze quickly softened, and his demeanor became gentle again.
“Thank you for the reminder, Lord Zhu.”
“I just came down from the battlefield and have yet to adapt to the changes, still full of martial spirit in my heart.”
“Throughout the entire battle, I achieved my initial goals, slew many enemies, and gained a significant harvest, indeed feeling quite triumphant in my heart.”
“In reflection now, it was actually mostly due to luck. The slaying of the Nascent Soul was almost entirely thanks to my comrades. Additionally, with the covert support of Sect Leader Lin Bufan and you, Lord Zhu, I achieved such results.”
“But in reality, I am merely a Foundation Establishment cultivator.”
“Although relying on military arts, I can enhance myself to reach Golden Core combat power, this method is only suitable for battlefields and has quite a limitation when fighting alone.”
“As my reputation spreads, it will become widely known and targeted by others.”
“Let alone, my military position will inevitably be revoked with the retreat. Once I leave Liangzhu Country, I will no longer be able to leverage its national power, making it nearly impossible to muster any military power in the short term.”
Establishing an army is not something that can be done just by saying so. Ning Zhuo simply releasing a batch of mechanical puppets and recognizing them as an army was to his advantage in Liangzhu Country.
Starting from scratch to establish an army is actually very costly and maintaining it is extremely strenuous.
As Ning Zhuo travels the world, most of the time, he does not confine himself to one place and does not consider such matters for the time being.
He spoke up to this point and looked at Zhu Xuanji: “I wonder if Lord Zhu could grant me an idle position in the military?”
Zhu Xuanji’s expression immediately turned serious, and he slowly shook his head: “How can there be idle positions in the military? Besides, Ning Zhuo, you have no merits in our country, and if I privately award you one, where would that place the state law? Moreover, as a member of the Royal Family, if I show favoritism to you, how would I convince the people?”
Ning Zhuo smiled slightly, he was just trying his luck, and it was fine even if he didn’t get it.
Zhu Xuanji’s rejection was within his expectations.
Actually, Zhu Xuanji was quite nervous, thinking to himself, “That was close! I almost agreed just now.”
He had been observing the battle and was quite surprised and delighted by the combat prowess Ning Zhuo displayed.
Without a doubt, Ning Zhuo is quite a talent. He proactively requested to join the Southern Bean Country’s army, and Zhu Xuanji instinctively wanted to express his welcome and acceptance.
But then he recalled Ning Zhuo’s identity as the “Son of Destiny.”
Heavens!
If Ning Zhuo holds a military position in the Southern Bean Country and travels the world causing trouble everywhere, triggering disasters, the Southern Bean Country would be in for trouble!!
“Ning Zhuo, after leaving Fire Persimmon Immortal City, in Mist Hidden Mountain, Ten Thousand Medicine Sect, and Thousand Peak Forest, didn’t he trigger great changes in every place he went?”
“This guy brings Tribulation Qi wherever he goes, establishing karmic ties everywhere!”
“If he really gets involved with our country and things blow up, it might bring national calamity!”
Thinking of this, Zhu Xuanji almost broke out in a cold sweat.
Ning Zhuo then took the initiative to ask, “Lord Zhu, you previously mentioned having crucial intel about my mother. What exactly is it?”
Zhu Xuanji took out a letter and handed it to Ning Zhuo.
Ning Zhuo used his Divine Sense to scan it and immediately changed color, exclaiming in surprise, “What? The origin of the Mountain God of Mist Hidden Mountain is actually a Cloud Fox cultivated by my mother?!”
Zhu Xuanji nodded: “I too discovered this accidentally during my investigation.”
“It was a cloud beast cultivated by your mother during the Ning Family migration.”
“When it arrived at Mist Hidden Mountain, your mother arranged for it to take one of the Mountain God roles there.”
Ning Zhuo blinked repeatedly, suddenly enlightened: “So that’s how it is.”
“No wonder it would directly gift me such a precious Spirit Hidden Willow.”
“To be honest, I was a bit puzzled before.”
Ning Zhuo’s confusion was the very same that Zhu Xuanji and Shen Lingshu had. The two of them suspected Ning Zhuo possessed the Life Hanging Divine Power and manipulated the Fox God, but upon investigation, they found that the Fox God had deep ties with Ning Zhuo.
“The Fox God was nurtured by my mother, which is why it gave me the Spirit Hidden Willow, with the intention of repaying a favor and resolving karma in secret.”
“In this case, it could burn away all of my mother’s Spiritual Nature.”
Thinking of this, Ning Zhuo couldn’t help but squint his eyes and pursed his dry lips.
Observing his expression, Zhu Xuanji couldn’t help but say, “Don’t forget, the Fox God has been officially conferred by our Royal Family and is now the legitimate Mountain God of Mist Hidden Mountain.”
Ning Zhuo secretly thought, “Troublesome.”
On the surface, he cupped his hands: “Of course I understand.”
Zhu Xuanji patted Ning Zhuo’s shoulder: “If you wish to seek your mother’s old belongings, you might as well head to Flying Cloud Country.”
“According to the Fox God’s account, your mother is from Flying Cloud Country. There are certainly more clues there.”
Ning Zhuo contemplated: “Flying Cloud Country is so vast, I’m not familiar with the place. Searching for clues about my mother would be like finding a needle in a haystack.”
Zhu Xuanji took out a token and handed it to Ning Zhuo: “I’ve arranged it all for you.”
“This is a token for Sang Le Youling. Go find her, use this token to request a divination, and you’ll surely get important clues.”
Ning Zhuo examined the token, seeing it was a white jade candle, and took it into his hand.
The white jade candle exuded an indescribable eerie chill, not icy cold but still made Ning Zhuo’s hair stand on end.
He put away the token, looked up at Zhu Xuanji, and said: “Please forgive my ignorance. Who is this Sang Le Youling?”
Zhu Xuanji replied: “It’s understandable that you don’t know her famous name. After all, she isn’t a living person but became a Ghost Cultivator after death, renowned in the Netherworld.”
“She has the title Candle-Cutter of Chaotic Fate. Holding this token, you need to go to Black Water Mountain’s White Paper City. You’ll receive her attention, establish contact, and meet her.”
Ning Zhuo remembered clearly and nodded, cupping his hands: “Thank you, Lord Zhu.”
Then, he looked at Zhu Xuanji with anticipation.
Zhu Xuanji laughed heartily and took out two treasure boxes from his bosom: “I know you’ve entrusted Lin Bufan to bring back the Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Water Essence and tried to purchase the Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Wood Essence.”
“This is the collection from the Southern Bean Kingdom, and what you sought. Consider it your reward for helping me out this time.”
Ning Zhuo received them with joy at once.
Zhu Xuanji continued: “As for Lin Bufan, I’ll instruct him not to take further action.”
“Leave quickly.”
“Don’t forget the Heaven and Earth Ghosts, staying here for too long is no benefit.”
Ning Zhuo nodded: “Thank you, Lord Zhu, for your care.”
“It’s just that I still have some situations in Liangzhu Country that haven’t been handled properly.”
“For example, the misunderstanding between Du Tiechuan and me and the marriage agreement with Mu Lan, I wonder if Southern Bean Country could mediate or resolve it?”
Zhu Xuanji shook his head: “Your relationship with Mu Lan is your private affair, and I shouldn’t interfere.”
“As for the matter between you and Du Tiechuan, don’t take it too seriously. Hehe, he may not be as resentful of you as you might think.”
Ning Zhuo was puzzled by Zhu Xuanji’s reassurance: “Why is that?”
Zhu Xuanji smiled meaningfully as he looked at Ning Zhuo: “Do you really want to know?”
Ning Zhuo’s heart tightened, understanding this was a national secret. Truly knowing the inside story might put him in an awkward position.
He immediately shook his head.
Zhu Xuanji gestured with his hand: “Go on, go on.”
Ning Zhuo bowed to Zhu Xuanji, then immediately unfolded his “belt”, entered the Ten-Thousand-Li Travelling Dragon, and directly escaped into the void, quite decisive.
Zhu Xuanji watched him leave and couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief: “At last, this calamity star is gone.”
“This time he’s off to Flying Cloud Country. Surely he won’t get entangled with me again?”
Liangzhu Country’s great army traversed in a winding manner through the mountains.
Du Tiechuan sat alone inside the war chariot. His demeanor wasn’t as gloomy as his outward appearance; instead, he drank good wine, with a hint of ease amidst his composure.
He put down the wine cup and began drafting a memorial, detailing his responsibility for the defeat, taking almost all the blame for the retreat upon himself.
After finishing this memorial, he tossed it to a corner of the writing desk and gazed in the direction of the royal capital of Liangzhu Country, displaying a cold smile.
Clearly, the hidden maneuvers in the grand battle of Liangzhu Country’s campaign at Thousand Peak Forest were far more complex and treacherous than what Ning Zhuo observed.