Peace Order

Chapter 1794 - 79: Seizing or Defending, the Choice

The Dragon Colt neighed, encountering a gulch and nearly stepping into the void. The carriage’s speed paused, drifted horizontally around a bend, and came to a steady halt. Ji Yanzhong gasped for breath, cold sweat beading on his forehead, as he lifted his head to look into the distance.

He had already fled quite a distance.

Yet, over these hundreds of miles, one could still see, from the Central State City, a blazing red, like a crimson Divine Sword, soaring into the sky. Its grandeur unfurled in every direction, transforming into fire.

Ji Yanzhong grew up in Central State City.

He was incomparably familiar with everything there.

He didn’t even need to think too much to deduce that this blazing redness, soaring high like fire, was right at the royal palace hall.

Ji Yanzhong instinctively wanted to urge the horse and carriage towards Central State City, but as the carriage moved slightly, a look of struggle appeared on his face, sensing Ji Ning’er sleeping quietly inside.

Ji Yanzhong’s face showed hesitance.

Finally, he gasped for breath, his hand gripping the reins trembling slightly, his cheek twitching. Suddenly, with force, he pulled the reins, turning the carriage, still taking the small road straight towards Jiangnan.

He seemed to be able to sense the fiery Qi Fortune behind him in the palace hall, imagining everything of his own — the bricks he walked on as a child learning to walk, the small courtyard where he practiced swordsmanship as a youth, the tall red pillar he used to measure height, the osmanthus tree his mother leaned on while telling him stories with a smile — were all collapsing.

Human memories are often connected to certain places.

When those places collapse.

It’s like the flesh and blood of memory and Primordial Spirit being torn apart.

Without a hometown, memories drift like a wandering spirit, with no place to settle.

A person loses the place to return to in this world.

Such emotions become clearer as one grows older.

Ji Yanzhong gritted his teeth, betraying his past, running out with the child, but as he passed a small path, he suddenly felt something amiss, hearing a sound like a Powerful Crossbow being launched.

Ji Yanzhong instantly reacted, his scalp tingling: "Not good!!!"

Sparks burst into red light, transforming into coiling Scale Armor, swirling around the carriage, as arrows shot out like an inky rain line, densely packed, all from the poisoned Mo Family Mechanical Crossbows.

Three hundred ambushed in secret to kill.

Accompanied by an old dragon roar.

Using the secret technique [Red Dragon Suppressing Nine Provinces], the Red Dragon Dharma Form roared and coiled, forcefully intercepting all three hundred armor-piercing crossbows. Were there ambushers? Were they from Ying Country, or other imperial members, or—

Maybe the court officials?

Thoughts flickered through Ji Yanzhong’s mind as he let out a long shout, protecting the carriage and the child within, exploding the Absolute Skill with great Inner Qi consumption.

The Red Dragon’s Dharma Form coiled, the dragon roar shaking all around, Ji Yanzhong’s Grandmaster-level Jin Qi directly covered the nearby range, the Red Dragon Dharma Form transforming into several afterimages, blasting the hidden enemies into view and forcing them out.

"The Wen family’s secret guards?!!"

"And my royal brother’s Red Dragon Guards..."

Ji Yanzhong recognized those ambushing on the road to Qin Country.

Even some from Noble Consort Wen’s family, some imperial relatives. The old man instantly understood these people’s intentions. Equally talented, they speculated Ji Zichang’s plan to take Ji Ning’er away.

Then, acted for their own interests.

Intending to stop Ji Ning’er.

"Ji Yanzhong, we are not interested in fighting you. We block here with only one request, hand over Princess Changle!"

An elderly man with white hair stood there — he was the old family head of the Wen family.

Noble Consort Wen’s grandfather.

With a long perseverance achieving the Grandmaster realm, yet choosing to stop here now, Ji Yanzhong angrily said, "Minister Wen, you’re the princess’s kin, why would you do such things!?"

"Even a vicious tiger will not eat its cubs!"

"You, how can you be so heartless!"

The old man replied, "I’m not only Ji Ning’er’s elder but also the head of several thousand of my Wen family’s members. Only by handing over [Red Emperor’s only bloodline in eight hundred years] to Emperor Ying can I protect the family!"

"For the family, even I can die, even willing to send my beloved granddaughter into the palace as a concubine, moreover, Jiang Wanxiang is grand and will not harm Ji Ning’er. He only wants her to enter the Ying Country palace to become a new princess!"

"This is the legitimate cause of [Red Emperor’s eight hundred years]!"

Ji Yanzhong was astounded, looking at the ambush before him, at the knives and swords forcing him and the child back, suddenly feeling a sense of absurdity. This gentle-natured, indecisive elder suddenly felt like laughing.

Absurd, absurd.

Ripples appeared in the void, the Red Dragon Dharma Form roaring.

"Absurd!!!"

With a twist of his hands, the Absolute Skill of Red Dragon Suppressing Nine Provinces was used with anger and unrestrained vigor for the first time. He was the elder who, traveling the world, would show mercy to the starving Yue Qianfeng.

Would secretly observe, discover Yue Qianfeng became a bandit yet unwilling to rob and each time helped farmers, breaking the norm to teach him top Absolute Skills, starting the legend of this heroic contemporary elder.

He gently believed that all people in the world are the same, that their actions have reasons, allowing mutual understanding, but at this moment, he finally realized.