487: Chapter 59 Ten Heroes_2 487: Chapter 59 Ten Heroes_2 True Master Jun Shan was defeated by Tongtian Law Enforcement back then?
“Ptui…”
True Master Jun Shan, with a flushed face, said indignantly: “That was a matter of human sentiment.
Zhao Tongtian was in such a state back then, who could bear to win against him?
Besides, the position of the ‘Ten Heroes’ that he sought after wasn’t for himself…”
“It’s true.”
Miao Zhen sighed softly, “It’s not your fault.
If I had been in Great Chu, I would have yielded that position as well.”
He noticed Xie Xuanyi’s expression and explained: “Back then, the Lian Venerate of Da Sui Sword Palace was touted as the person with the best chance to ascend to the Ten Heroes.
Unfortunately, this female Sword Immortal perished in the Battle of Poison…
At that time Zhao Tongtian had just advanced to Yang God, went on a killing spree in the Demon Race battlefield, fought fiercely against several Great Venerables, and was virtually a killing god.
After the Battle of Poison, Zhao Tongtian became a new member of the ‘Ten Heroes’.”
Xie Xuanyi understood the character of the Law Enforcement.
To take this “Ten Heroes” seat had somewhat the meaning of compensating for the regrets of the deceased.
Jun Shan didn’t fight for it.
And indeed could not have won it.
“To become one of the Ten Heroes…
what are the requirements?”
Deng Baiyi, who had been quietly listening by the campfire, blinked and asked curiously.
“What, Miss Deng is interested in the Ten Heroes?”
Miao Zhen did not ignore her because of her lower realm of cultivation.
He said with a smile: “The Ten Heroes of the World are considered to be the rule-makers.
This position is almost exclusively for Yang Gods.
As for the specific requirements for the new generation of ‘Ten Heroes’…
I think it’s probably just two words.”
“Strong enough.”
“So…”
Deng Baiyi, enthralled, asked again, “What about Xie Xuanyi back then?”
“Xie Xuanyi back then?”
Miao Zhen raised his eyebrows and said with regret, “It is a pity that I was not born in that era to witness the elegance of the young Xuan Yi Sword Immortal in person.
Had he lived longer, the Ten Heroes of the World would surely have reserved a place for him.”
His words were very tactful.
Xie Xuanyi from the battle of the North Sea was not yet qualified to be one of the Ten Heroes.
“The Ten Heroes are usually the masters of deeply-rooted Holy Lands.”
True Master Jun Shan said indifferently: “Looking at the past, there have been peerless Loose Cultivators with gifted talents, but the difficulty for such individuals to become one of the Ten Heroes is no less than that of an Evil Cultivator proving to be a Yang God.
If Xie Xuanyi had not died in the North Sea back then, and he wanted to become the Master of Da Sui Sword Palace, he would have needed to secure a ‘Ten Heroes’ seat.”
“I see…”
Deng Baiyi murmured.
Suddenly turning to the young man beside her, she asked earnestly, “Do you think it’s difficult to become one of the ‘Ten Heroes’?”
“???”
Xie Xuanyi was suddenly asked such a question and was caught off guard.
Why suddenly ask about himself?
“Difficult.
Of course, it’s difficult.”
Xie Xuanyi said helplessly: “They say there are ten seats in the world, but in fact, when each generation of the Ten Heroes changes, there are only one or two newcomers.
To emerge from millions and become one of the ten most powerful and influential people in the world, how easy could that be?
If you are really curious about the answer to this question, why not go and ask your adoptive master.”
Tang Fengshu is now the Master of the World Pavilion.
After the death of Xie Xuanyi, he was truly unrivaled in his realm.
Even until now.
He has nothing to do with the Ten Heroes.
Sometimes, missing by a single step is no different than being a million miles off.
…
…
The air was cool like water; candlelight flickered in the Book Tower.
Black Scale Guard Sang Zheng stepped out from the glowing doorway and approached the jade desk to present a document.
“Sir.
Little Xie Mountain Master is about to arrive at ‘Yu Province’.”
Sang Zheng spoke softly: “Setting out from Moss Ridge, it has been a total of three peaceful days.
The Imperial City Department did not dispatch cavalry to intercept, and Yuan Jimo has been enjoying music and entertainment in the Imperial City for the past few days, showing no sign of action.”
“…Hmm.”
The sickly scholar writing at the desk responded softly.
Chen Jingxuan did not lift his head, showing no surprise at this report.
“Sir…”
Sang Zheng could not help but ask, “Aren’t you worried?”
“Worried about what?”
Chen Jingxuan smiled lightly.
“The envoy group from Fan Yin Temple has already left Central State.”
Sang Zheng frowned and said, “Mr.
Jiang said you are hoping for Yuan Jimo to make a move…
But now that there’s no movement, could Yuan Jimo have already given up?”
“What kind of person is Yuan Jimo?”
Chen Jingxuan slowly lifted his pen.
Sang Zheng paused for a moment.
“Yuan Jimo is a vicious, tyrannical, cold-hearted, and ruthless person…”
“This is a true villain.”
He thought for a moment and answered truthfully: “Unscrupulous and vengeful.”
After Yuan Jimo gained the favor of the Holy Empress and became the Chief of the Imperial City Department, he provoked countless enemies.
He survives in the Imperial City not just because of the Holy Empress’s protection.
He is ruthless enough, and his methods are strong enough.
These are the reasons he could live well, and also why the Holy Empress is willing to reuse him.
“Yuan Jimo does not leave conflicts unresolved overnight.”
Chen Jingxuan said indifferently: “Whoever provokes him, he would resort to harsh torture.
But there is an exception…for the children of grand families, Yuan Jimo often leaves a path for negotiation.”
Being besieged on all sides does not hinder one from being adept in all aspects.
Yuan Jimo has many enemies, as well as many friends.
But unlike his enemies…these friends, they are not truly sincere.
After all, he is the Chief of the Imperial City Department, holding the power of life and death within the Imperial City, and also has received the utmost imperial favor.
No matter how much the people dislike him.
There will always be people who wish to be “friends” with him.
“It seems there is no room for negotiation between Little Xie Mountain Master and him.”
Sang Zheng recalled the recent intelligence and spoke cautiously.
“Yes.”
Chen Jingxuan said indifferently: “From the beginning, Yuan Jimo never intended to be friends with Xie Zhen.”
Sang Zheng was shocked and slowly lifted his head.
“On the eve of the Da Sui Sword Palace Xuanshui Competition, there was a Primordial Fire Explosion.”
Chen Jingxuan spoke calmly: “If Xie Zhen were just an ordinary person, then he would have died in that explosion…
From that time, Yuan Jimo no longer had a path for negotiation.
If I’m not wrong, he must have tried ‘negotiating peace,’ but sadly Xie Zhen would not accept it.”
He understood Xie Xuanyi too well.
The usual tricks of the Imperial City, those lofty Divine Soul Contracts, must have been torn to shreds by Xie Xuanyi.
Thus, there was the trial in the Imperial City, the framing on Yong’an Street.
“What do you mean?”
Sang Zheng murmured.
“Yuan Jimo will not stay in the Imperial City for too long.”
Chen Jingxuan lowered his eyes and said slowly: “What he is doing now is all just ‘acting,’ the secret spies of the Imperial City Department must have already spread far and wide, capturing all information related to Xie Zhen.
From Moss Ridge to Yu Province, it only took three days; the envoy’s journey to the east had just begun, and the current intelligence is not enough to sway Yuan Jimo.”
The Lord of Snow, Huang Su, Qi Lie, Chen Jingxuan…
Everyone was thousands of miles away.
But that is not enough.
Sang Zheng said: “So, Yuan Jimo is waiting?”
At the end of his words.
There was a slight tremble at Sang Zheng’s waist, a secret command came from the Ruyi Order.
He bowed his head, checked the message, and read it.
“Half a moment ago, Yuan Jimo left the Imperial City on the pretext of executing a secret mission, accompanied by Special Enforcement Officers Que Qi and Huang Xi, along with more than ten crossbowmen, heading eastward with unknown tracks.”
Sang Zheng’s expression was complex, and he couldn’t help but sigh: “Sir, what you said is indeed true…
Yuan Jimo was acting all along, he has left the Imperial City!
Should we send people to follow?”
“No…no need.”
Chen Jingxuan shook his head.
“To become a skilled Hunter, one must first learn to think of oneself as prey.”
His expression was indifferent, as he continued writing on the Jade Scroll, slowly saying: “Yuan Jimo is a brutal and fierce person.
But actually, he is also very timid.
Before the hunt begins, the slightest disturbance could scare him off.”
Sang Zheng showed great admiration, paid his respects, and then withdrew.
The vast Book Tower, empty and quiet.
Only one scholar remained, and the Jade Scroll on the desk.
On the Jade Scroll, ten names shone with golden light, perhaps due to the enhancement by the Roundness Instrument, those few names with simple strokes on the Jade Scroll emitted a sacred aura that made the entire Book Tower serene and spiritual.
The reason why the frail scholar in green garments did not stop his brush was because of this tenth name…
The last line of the Jade Scroll.
It was originally inscribed with “Book Tower, Yan Xin.”
Today, after writing and erasing, erasing and writing.
Writing and deleting, keeping and retaining.
In the end, the golden light flowed, and the ink settled.
The Little National Master pondered for a long time and finally, in the last line, slowly crossed out the name of his Master, Yan Xin.
Stroke by stroke, he corrected it.
It was no longer “Book Tower, Yan Xin.”
But now…
“Book Tower, Chen Jingxuan.”