Xing Tian had been unable to sleep or cultivate as usual ever since Jiang Wuming went to the Ye family's mansion tonight. He kept pacing in the hotel room, worried that his affairs might affect Jiang Wuming's relationship with the Ye family.
As it neared midnight, Jiang Wuming returned to the hotel. The moment he heard the movement, Xing Tian stepped out of his room and called out to Jiang Wuming, who was about to open the door to the room next door, "Boss."
Hearing this, Jiang Wuming turned his head and saw Xing Tian's worried expression. His heart cleared, and he walked up to Xing Tian, smiling, "I told you, the Luo family's matters won't affect me. Don't worry yourself sick. Go get some sleep. If you can't sleep, meditate and break through to the one-star War God realm soon."
"Boss, really?"
Upon hearing this, Xing Tian's face lit up with surprise and relief, but he still looked at Jiang Wuming with a hint of suspicion.
This was because he knew that this boss, who was younger than him, had repeatedly shouldered responsibilities and faced difficulties alone when the Zhan Long Hall encountered trouble, never revealing it to the members.
Sometimes, the young man didn't even tell him or Qin Xiaozhi.
"Mm."
Jiang Wuming nodded.
Seeing this, Xing Tian no longer doubted and turned back to his room, following Jiang Wuming's advice to meditate.
He had now cultivated to the peak of the ten stages of a nine-star Martial Artist and could begin his breakthrough to the one-star War God realm!
Jiang Wuming, on the other hand, returned to his room, took a shower, and then sat in the living room of the suite. He took out the letter left by his mother, Ye Jinmei, and saw four characters written on the envelope: "For My Child's Eyes Only."
These four characters didn't feel delicate at all. Instead, they were written with bold, sweeping strokes, giving a sense of grandeur. It was as if Ye Jinmei's name perfectly described her: a woman who had successively become a member of the Zhan Long Special Forces and the Loulan Legion of the Military Department, always accompanying Jiang Zhan, fighting on the battlefield as his wife, and proving that women were no less capable than men!
"Hoo..."
Jiang Wuming took a deep breath and slowly opened the letter. It took him several seconds, as if he was afraid of tearing it.
After tearing open the envelope, Jiang Wuming pulled out the letter paper.
The paper had turned slightly yellow with age.
Jiang Wuming unfolded the letter paper and began to read quietly.
"My child:
It is with regret that I speak to you in this manner.
You are currently only six months old, still within my womb.
You have already begun to kick my belly. Perhaps you can hear me speak, but I cannot be sure.
Before I wrote this letter, I had told your father my thoughts. At first, your father disagreed, thinking it inauspicious. Later, he agreed, saying that you would never open this letter in your lifetime.
Because, according to the agreement between him and me, as long as one of us is alive, you will not see this letter.
And he firmly believed that we would win the war and accompany you as you grew up.
My dearest child, if possible, I hope you will never have to see this letter.
Because, when you see this letter, it will mean that your father and I are no longer in this world. We must have sacrificed ourselves on the battlefield."
Upon reading this, Jiang Wuming's hands trembled slightly, and a sense of inexplicable sadness washed over him.
His father's envisioned victory was only half-achieved.
And his mother's prophecy was also only half true.
His father died on the battlefield, deified in his final battle, ensuring twelve years of peace for Dragon Country and Earth. His mother, however, did not die on the battlefield with his father. Instead, she was betrayed by a traitor among those she protected, who stabbed her in the back.
A few seconds later, Jiang Wuming adjusted his emotions and continued reading.
"Child, since you are reading this letter, it means you should already know what war your father spoke of.
This war is not a war between humans, but a war against extraterrestrial enemies.
In the last century, extraterrestrial enemies gradually descended upon Earth, threatening the safety of the nation and all of humanity.
The extraterrestrial enemies are powerful and terrifying.
They appear in some places on Earth through means beyond human comprehension and scientific understanding.
They possess physical qualities that surpass human limits, are impervious to weapons, and possess extremely terrifying combat power.
They dream of invading our homeland, enslaving us, and overthrowing this world!
When our homeland is ravaged and threatened, we, who refuse to be slaves, can only stand up and fight, even if it means building a Great Wall with our flesh and blood, to stop them outside the ancient city of Loulan!
Speaking of this, I feel a bit ashamed.
Your father and I met in the Zhan Long Special Forces of the military department, and later we joined the Military Department and the Loulan Legion together.
Originally, with my strength, I was not qualified to enter the Loulan Legion. But I didn't want to be separated from your father, nor did I want him to face the powerful and terrifying extraterrestrial enemies alone. So, I racked my brains and shamelessly followed him.
After following him to the ancient city of Loulan, I insisted on going to the battlefield with him.
In the beginning, when the extraterrestrial enemies who descended were not yet strong, I would follow him, fighting alongside him.
Later, as the extraterrestrial enemies grew stronger and stronger, my strength was no longer enough to kill them. But I still insisted on following him to the battlefield.
However, at this time, I no longer followed him closely but stood at the very front of the army, beating the war drums.
'Azure seas merge with snowy mountains, a lone city gazes at the Jade Gate Pass.
Through a hundred battles in the yellow sand, we don our golden armor;
Until Loulan is broken, we shall not return.'
Over the years,
Your father, wielding his battle spear, led the Loulan soldiers to charge and kill the enemy.
I stood by the war drums, shouting this ancient poem, staying with him!
These were the most beautiful years of my life, and also the years I hated the most."
Jiang Wuming stopped again upon reaching this point. A scene immediately appeared in his mind.
His father, wielding a long spear, leading the Loulan warriors in formation to charge.
At the front of the battle formation, his mother, dressed in white, beat the drums to rally their spirits.
The shouts of killing were incessant, and the drums kept beating!
The enemy will not die, and the warriors will not return!
What a magnificent yet tragic scroll!
"Hoo..."
Jiang Wuming took a deep breath, turned a page of the letter, and continued to read.
"My dearest child, although I loved fighting alongside your father, if possible, I hope that starting from tomorrow, such days will end.
As I said at the beginning, if possible, I hope you will never have to see this letter.
It's not because your father and I fear death.
We do not fear death. Neither do our comrades, nor any Dragon Country soldier who chooses to go to the battlefield!
From the moment we set foot on the battlefield, we were prepared to die.
If our deaths can bring peace to Dragon Country, peace to the world, allow future generations to stay away from the fires of war, and ensure you grow up safely, healthily, and happily, we will go without hesitation!
We fear the failure of the war!
If people remain, the city remains!
If the city remains, the country remains!
I cannot imagine what Dragon Country will become if, one day, we fall on the battlefield outside the ancient city, and the extraterrestrial enemies break through the ancient city.
I also cannot imagine what will happen to you at that time!
Your father used to say that I worried about things that might never happen, and that he would not let that day come.
He would take your uncles and fight all the wars, drive back the enemies, make them afraid, and ensure they never dare to descend upon Dragon Country and Earth again, guaranteeing your safety for life!
I believe your father's words with all my heart, because I love him.
But this time, I still chose to write this letter because I also love you, my child—I fear I might never get to speak a word to you in this life.
Your father's name is Jiang Zhan, born for battle.
I named you Ping An, wishing you a life of peace.
Jiang Ping An, my child.
If the war is still ongoing, please do not blame your father and mother for not accompanying you as you grew up. Our hearts will always be with you.
If the war is lost, please do not blame your father and mother for failing to protect you for your entire life. Our blood has already stained the land of the ancient city.
If there is an afterlife, would Jiang Zhan and Ye Jinmei still want to be your parents, okay?"
"Okay."
Under the light,
The young man, who should have been named Jiang Ping An but was ultimately named Wuming, held the letter with trembling hands and responded softly, tears streaming down his face.
...Da Feng Novel Network
ps: This chapter, like the letter from the old master in "The Peerless Heavenly King," is one of the most difficult chapters in my writing career. I've been brewing emotions for the past few days.
Tomorrow, I should be able to resume posting two chapters.
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