[Fantasy] The Great Sage's Joyful Heaven (Complete) - Chapter 17

Chapter 167 The Castle
: 10-21 10:18:07 Words: 3013

"Mr. Ji, you're back?" The castle gates opened, and the official guarding the city greeted him respectfully.
"Yes. You've had a long journey." The middle-aged man remained indifferent, as if someone owed him money.
"No, you're the one who's had a long journey!" The drawbridge behind Yan Nange was raised, and the city gates slowly closed. Yan Nange looked up, feeling as if he had just entered the Nine Netherworld again.
Before him was a wide plaza, about five li in circumference. Tall trees surrounded the plaza, their tender green leaves just sprouting, a scene full of vitality. The plaza also had large green spaces and fountains. In the center of the wide plaza stood a huge statue of a powerful man in armor, riding a horse and wielding an axe, as if he were about to cleave the heavens and earth and create a new world.
The entire castle, like the statues and the stones of the plaza, was a pure black, shimmering with an eerie light in the setting sun, captivating the soul.
Although black, it didn't feel oppressive or gloomy; instead, it seemed full of life and vitality, yet also possessed a mysterious quality. Yes, mysterious.
Such a large plaza, apart from a few patrolling soldiers and servants cleaning and repairing, was deserted, not a single idle person in sight. This couldn't help but puzzle Yan Nange. Could such a large castle be inhabited only by one family? And what was his master's connection to this place? Yan Nange wanted to ask the cold-faced middle-aged man several times, but seeing his indifferent expression, she swallowed her questions. Anyway, she would understand when the time was right. She
walked straight along the main road through the plaza, past countless tall, multi-story buildings, for about five miles, until she came to another small plaza. While "small" was relative, this plaza was still about a mile in diameter, filled with green trees and flowers, small bridges and flowing water, covered walkways and fragrant pavilions—it had the feel of a garden.
The most striking feature was the enormous fountain in the square, adorned with a dazzling golden statue, identical to the one already there, only smaller and in gold. Huge jets of water shot up from the surrounding golden flowers, cascading down into a small circular pool beneath the statue's base. The water from this pool then evenly poured into a larger pool below, creating two circular water curtains. Under the sunlight, the water curtains shimmered with iridescent colors, and a magnificent rainbow reflected atop the golden statue's head. This breathtaking sight truly captivated Yan Nange, even after he had already endured much of the allure of such magnificent scenery.
Beyond the square stood an imposing palace, still black, an unchanging black.
However, they didn't go to the palace. Instead, they entered through a gate next to it. Upon reaching the gate, the middle-aged man dismounted, and Yan Nange followed suit. He took out the token and handed it to one of the guards standing like a gatekeeper. The guard checked it, nodded, and the two led their horses along a wide road. The roadside was lined with lush green grass and trees, vibrant with life, which made Yan Nange feel very comfortable. Yan Nange secretly admired the castle's owner for his refined lifestyle.
After walking for a while, they arrived at a two-story palace. Servants had already led the horses there.
The middle-aged man led Yan Nange into the palace. Upon entering, they found themselves in a spacious hall. The floor was paved with unknown blue stone slabs, which, combined with the overall blue decor, gave Yan Nange an unreal, dreamlike feeling. But he knew this wasn't a dream; it was simply a realization of his imagination. In the open space of the hall stood a mysterious blue tree, and a faint fragrance permeated the hall. Yan Nange knew this was the same fragrance his master wore.
This wasn't the end. Following the wide blue staircases on either side of the hall, they ascended to the second floor. In the center of the first-floor hall, a mysterious blue tree stretched towards the high dome, its blue branches extending beyond the railing into the second-floor space. Beautiful blue flowers bloomed among the branches. Yan Nange pressed his nose against the delicate blossoms, inhaling their subtle fragrance.
"I wonder what the name of this tree and these flowers is?" Yan Nange wondered to himself.
Reaching a blue door, the middle-aged man stopped.
"Young Master Yan, please come in. The master will be here to see you shortly." The middle-aged man bowed and opened the door. After Yan Nange entered, he closed the door and left.
It was a large living room, yet it didn't feel empty. A long-haired carpet covered the floor, and the entire living room was white—the furniture, walls, ceiling, and window frames were all white. Yan Nange took off his shoes and placed them in the entryway, then entered the spotless living room wearing only his socks.
The soft carpet felt comfortable underfoot, and the familiar, subtle fragrance in the air softened Yan Nange's heart. The owner of this living room must be a woman, and a woman of unparalleled beauty and elegance; only such a woman could possess such refined taste. Yan Nange thought.
"I wonder what Master's status is here? Could the 'owner' that middle-aged man spoke of be Master? The fragrance permeating the air is indeed something only Master possesses." Lost in thought, Yan Nange sat down on a white, elegant wooden chair with thick, soft cushions.
A fragrant breeze swept by, and not far from Yan Nange, a figure in white robes reclined on a fragrant couch. Her face was veiled in a thick white gauze, only her eyes and the area above them visible. A black shawl draped over her shoulders, her skin as white as snow, and her beautiful eyes sparkling with captivating charm. Her dignified posture and the exquisitely shaped hands and feet she revealed were all pleasing to the eye; it was clear she was an otherworldly beauty. She too possessed that faint, delicate fragrance.
The two gazed at each other for a moment. Yan Nange felt a strange, inexplicable feeling towards those beautiful eyes.
"What brings you here, Miss?" Yan Nange had seen many beautiful women, so he quickly regained his composure.
"Your master is my teacher. He asked you to wait here for him. He's out on business and won't be back until tonight. He has something to discuss with you when he returns." A deep, magnetic, yet delicate female voice came from behind the veil, exceptionally melodious.
"Miss's voice is truly beautiful. I am Yan Nange, as you surely know. May I ask your name, Miss?" Yan Nange said with a smile, his manner elegant and refined.
"Young Master Yan is too kind. My name is Lian Ruxian. You can call me Ruxian." Lian Ruxian replied gracefully, and Yan Nange could sense her smile.
"Then I will call you 'Ruxian.' Ruxian, this castle is so magnificent and imposing, with soldiers patrolling and guarding it. Why have I never heard anyone mention this place before?" Yan Nange asked curiously, guessing that the beautiful woman before him was the owner of the castle. Even through the veil, Yan Nange could tell that her appearance was no older than twenty, and, well! She was still a virgin! Such a woman was the owner of this castle; he had never heard of her before, which inevitably aroused Yan Nange's curiosity and doubt!

Chapter 168 of the novel: The Lian Family
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"The castle is hereditary in our Lian family, called Kaitian Fortress. Lian Juecheng is our ancestor," Lian Ruxian said softly, her expression somewhat somber. "
So your ancestor was the legendary hero Lian, known as 'One Axe Settles the Kingdom.' No wonder, no wonder, I was wondering why that statue had such a world-shaking aura; it was his heroic figure in battle," Yan Nange exclaimed.
Yan Nange had a record of this founding hero of the An Kingdom in the "Ice and Fire Cave," saying that he was "unbeatable in three rounds with one axe strike," invincible and unrivaled under heaven. Later, after the establishment of the Anguo Kingdom, he was granted the title of Duke of Dingguo, Grand Marshal of the Armed Forces, and his descendants were granted the hereditary title of Duke. They were exempt from kneeling in court and had seats bestowed
by the emperor. He enjoyed immense glory and was admired by all. However, five hundred years ago, this Lian family member suddenly withdrew from the court and public life, supposedly to avoid officialdom and go into seclusion. But at the time, the common people were abuzz with speculation, with all sorts of bizarre versions circulating.
It seems they really have gone into seclusion, and surprisingly, they've chosen a location near Bright Moon City. Considering the timeline, Kaitian Fortress's history is roughly the same as the Black Stone Mine's. Could there be some connection? Yan Nange wondered to herself.
"That's right, it's our ancestors. Over five hundred years ago, our family went into seclusion here, building this castle and the surrounding walls. This is our family's territory. The Black Stone Mine was actually opened by our family, and later, villages formed nearby, eventually leading to Bright Moon City. The Black Stone Mine is still essentially our family's property, but our family has always been small, so we entrusted it to the Li family to manage. All the successive city lords of Black Dragon City know of our existence, but everyone keeps it a secret. We've always kept a low profile, and because of our remote location, no one has noticed the existence of Kaitian Fortress," Ru Xian said slowly. However, Yan Nange sensed a deep sadness and helplessness in her words.
"So that's how it is. Ru Xian, may I pay my respects to your family? I've always admired Hero Lian, but it's a pity we lived in different eras. Now that I'm here, it would be a great pity not to pay my respects to your elders. Ru Xian, this... is that alright?" Yan Nange felt it was somewhat abrupt, but it was from the bottom of his heart. Since reading about the history of the continent, Hero Lian was the person Yan Nange admired most. Today, he had the honor of visiting the home of his descendants, and it would be a pity not to pay his respects.
"Alas!" Lian Ru Xian sighed deeply, her beautiful eyes revealing a deep sorrow. This sorrow was so profound that it made Yan Nange feel suffocated. What kind of sorrow was this! Even sorrow accumulated over thousands of years could not be this deep!
Yan Nange was touched by Lian Ru Xian's eyes, a corner of his heart softened and ached for her, for her sorrow. Yan Nange felt a pang of heartache for her.
"Young Master Yan, it's not that Ru Xian doesn't want you to see me, it's that Ru Xian can't see me anymore, she's long gone," Lian Ru Xian said listlessly, her eyes devoid of light, only a numb, despondent look.
Yan Nange was suddenly captivated by Ru Xian's gaze, a sharp pain and deep sorrow washing over him. In that instant, he felt the heartache and helplessness Ru Xian had felt upon losing her loved ones, the loneliness she had endured through countless days and nights. In that instant, he understood her heart and her feelings.
Yan Nange walked over as if in a dream, kneeling on one knee before Ru Xian, taking her small hand in his. Her small hand was so cold, it stirred even more pity in Yan Nange.
Ru Xian stared blankly at Yan Nange, wondering what he wanted to do. Was he taking advantage of her? His eyes were clear, even filled with deep pity—yes, pity.
"Does he understand my heart?" Ru Xian wondered, but she didn't pull her hand away, letting Yan Nange hold it.
“Ruxian, don’t be sad or desperate, don’t lose heart. You’re not alone, you still have me! Although we’ve just met, I’m willing to share your pain and sorrow, I’m willing to stay with you so you won’t be lonely. Actually, everything will pass, as long as you don’t give up and persevere to the end.” Yan Nange spoke as if in a dream, his eyes fervent and sincere. At the same time, he channeled warm, gentle energy from Ruxian’s hands into her entire body. Yan Nange could feel her small hands warming up, no longer so cold. Her hands were warm, but what about her heart? Was her heart warm?
Ruxian listened to Yan Nange’s words, looked into his fervent and sincere eyes, and felt the two streams of warm energy flowing through her hands, making her feel very comfortable. In that instant, Ruxian’s heart stirred, and her eyes brightened for a moment. But it was only a fleeting stirring, a brief brightening.
Ruxian didn’t believe what this man named Yan Nange was saying. Although she couldn’t find a reason not to believe him, she also couldn’t find a reason to believe him.
So many long years have passed like this. Sorrow, pain, loneliness—when the heart dies, all feelings become less real.
The man before her, more accurately, was just a child. How could one believe the words of a child spoken in a moment of passion? Hadn't she heard such things countless times? But what was the final outcome? In the end, everything in this world is nothing but an illusion, a mirage, easily changed or destroyed by a mere gust of wind. Enough, enough, let's not let this happen again. Without a beginning, there's less pain at the end.
"Young Master Yan, please have some self-respect," Ru Xian said coldly, withdrawing her hands, her eyes filled with contempt.
Yan Nange had just seen Ru Xian's eyes light up, thinking he could truly be her friend, to ease her loneliness and sorrow. He never expected it to turn out like this. Seeing her contemptuous gaze, Yan Nange felt a pang of pain in his heart. When had he ever been viewed like this?
Yan Nange stood up, realizing he might have been a bit presumptuous. Seeing her seemingly insulted expression, Yan Nange felt a bit ridiculous. "Who do you think you are? Just an ordinary citizen. You're only here because of my master's connections. You really think you're something special," Yan Nange thought to himself with self-mockery.
"I'm sorry, Miss Lian, I'm a rough man and don't know any manners. I apologize for startling you. Oh, right, I have something to take care of back home. I'll take my leave now! Please tell my master I'm waiting for him at home." Yan Nange felt a pang of pain in his heart, but a smile remained on his face as he turned and left.
Although Yan Nange had matured considerably, he had never been looked down upon by a woman like this before, especially not by someone who wanted to pursue him. If that were the case, he could have refused. He simply felt sorry for her and wanted to be her friend, to share her burdens, but instead, he had humiliated himself. How laughable! Yan Nange felt incredibly frustrated and angry, more frustrated and angry than ever before. So he decided to go back. If his master had any urgent business, he could naturally go to him. If he stayed any longer, he would inevitably explode. But he didn't want to lose control here.

Chapter 169 Night Banquet
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When Lian Ruxian saw Yan Nange's eyes—first surprise, then humiliation, hurt, and a deep sense of being misunderstood—she knew she might have made a mistake. He was just trying to comfort her.
Then Yan Nange smiled and took his leave, but she could hear the self-mockery in his voice and see the anger in his eyes. He was suppressing it, not intending to show it. He was a deep and self-controlled person.
Lian Ruxian knew she had stabbed Yan Nange, and now he was leaving. Was she just going to let him go like that? She believed he would never come here again; she could see his pride and strong self-respect. But she hadn't expected to say such hurtful things. Originally, she just wanted to bring him to his senses, to not give him a chance. How did it turn out like this? Lian Ruxian was in a state of confusion, unsure of what to do. She had never experienced anything like this before; when had a man ever been so intimate with her?
Lost in thought, Lian Ruxian stared at the setting sun outside the window, motionless.
"Never mind, I'll wait for Master to return. How can I let him go through all that trouble?" Yan Nange suddenly smiled and returned, sitting down in a chair.
Lian Ruxian snapped out of her reverie upon hearing Yan Nange's words. She saw that Yan Nange seemed like a completely different person, smiling happily, his eyes deep and unfathomable, revealing no emotion whatsoever. She couldn't help but be surprised. She hadn't expected someone so young to possess such self-control and profound composure; she had truly underestimated him. She just couldn't understand why he had been so angry a moment ago, and then calmed down so quickly. Had he been deliberately feigning it?
Lian Ruxian wondered. Aloud, however, she said, "It was Ruxian's fault. I offended Young Master earlier. I will apologize with a cup of wine later!" She regained her composure and spoke elegantly.
"Really? I don't remember. Hehe!" Yan Nange smiled slightly, looking at the sunset outside the window.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's nearing dusk.
In truth, Yan Nange was still angry the moment he put on his shoes, but the instant he slipped them on, he suddenly calmed down. He realized he had been impolite and irrational today; a single remark from someone else had caused him to lose control of his emotions. Turning away now would not only be rude but also an act of indulgence and escapism. Fortunately, it wasn't anything serious; otherwise, if the other party had deliberately provoked him, his behavior would have ruined everything. Besides, arguing with a woman like this wasn't the mindset of a man. His mood immediately calmed down, and he even felt a little happy, because his self-cultivation had improved, and he was maturing. Thinking of this, he laughed heartily. At
this moment, Yan Nange wore a contented smile, looking at the blood-red sunset outside the window, recalling the famous poem: "
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's nearing dusk. "
Only Yan Nange and Lian Ruxian sat at the large dining table; although they were laughing and chatting, the pleasant feeling of their first meeting was gone. Some things cannot have a beginning; once it begins, everything changes, like the feelings between a man and a woman.
"Young Master Yan, I, Lian Ruxian, will drink three cups as an apology." Lian Ruxian elegantly raised her cup; the red wine in the luminous glass shone like intense, blood-red under the brilliant lights.
Yan Nange didn't speak, only smiled and raised his cup in acknowledgment, taking a sip.
Lian Ruxian, however, lifted her veil and downed it in one gulp. Yan Nange saw her pointed chin; it was indeed captivating, but he had lost interest. A maidservant poured her another cup.
Three cups followed, and Yan Nange only drank a little. Lian Ruxian's snow-white forehead began to flush; it seemed she wasn't good at drinking. Her beautiful eyes, slightly intoxicated, shimmered with a captivating light—the phrase "eyes filled with intoxication, bewitching all" perfectly described her. It was a pity, though, that Yan Nange had lost interest in admiring her. He simply smiled slightly. He swirled the crimson wine in his cup. When he first arrived, he too had that same vibrant, passionate blood, but now only the cold, profound darkness outside the window remained. Everything was different. "
If life were only as beautiful as our first meeting, why would the west wind bring sorrow to the painted fan?
So easily the heart of the beloved changes, yet they say it's the heart of the beloved that is fickle.
After the words at Lishan, half the clear night has passed, the night rain and the tinkling bells are no longer a complaint.
How can one compare to the fickle, richly dressed youth, who once vowed to be
like paired birds and intertwined branches?" Yan Nange suddenly recalled this ancient poem, especially the line: "If life were only as beautiful as our first meeting." Yes! If they could always remain in the innocent, naive feelings of their first encounter, that would be a kind of happiness. At least for him and Lian Ruxian. However, it was better that this woman had seen through him.
Yan Nange felt a pang of desolation. He took a sip of wine and rose from his seat. He hadn't touched a single bite of the delicious food, only drinking four sips of wine.
Lian Ruxian gazed at the empty seat and the half-empty cup of wine, a wave of sadness washing over her. She knew, yet didn't know, what kind of affection she had lost.
Yan Nange followed the maid to a dimly lit room. She sat down; the curtains on the opposite door were low, suggesting her master would appear soon. He was truly mysterious. Every meeting was so strange. But Yan Nange was used to it and had no interest in thinking about such irrelevant matters.
Sipping tea, she pondered building her own power, wondering if she could find a suitable place to house her future subordinates. She could only take it one step at a time; if it didn't work out, she'd consider other methods. There's always a way out. If you're determined, nothing is impossible. Stop worrying; isn't this just needless anxiety?
Yan Nange suddenly remembered that she was supposed to have a barbecue with her family tonight. Yes, she was now a family, and not just one. The burden on her shoulders was heavier; she needed to think carefully before acting and couldn't be reckless anymore, because she carried the happiness of so many people on her shoulders. Yes, from now on, I must plan carefully before acting to reduce the chances of making mistakes. This is also a basic quality that those who achieve great things must possess.
As Yan Nange was thinking, the curtain on the door suddenly fluttered, and a fragrant breeze wafted in. Yan Nange thought it might be his master returning.
"What are you thinking about, boy?" came the deep, magnetic voice of Emperor Xuan Qingfeng from behind the curtain.
"Disciple greets Master." Yan Nange stood up and bowed to the curtain.
"Hmm! Sit down and talk." Xuan Qingfeng said calmly.
"Thank you, Master. Disciple was just thinking about some personal matters. I wonder how Master has been lately?" Yan Nange asked respectfully.
"Not bad. Are the personal matters you mentioned about your career?" Xuan Qingfeng asked softly. In fact, he could tell that Yan Nange was not the kind of person who was content with mediocrity; otherwise, he wouldn't have taught him martial arts, and simply healed him. The reason he made Yan Nange learn so much was because he saw his ambition, and he himself needed a disciple who had both talent and ambition to pass on his mantle.

Chapter 170 Horror
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"Yes, Master. Your disciple is considering how to establish my own power." Yan Nange was already used to her master's foresight.
"Then how do you plan to establish your own power?" Emperor Xuan Qingfeng asked.
"Your disciple plans to directly select the best slaves from the Ma Family Market, find a place to settle them, and then cultivate and train them, utilizing their strengths. As long as your disciple treats them sincerely, I am certain that I can have my own power within a year. This method is simple and swift." Yan Nange explained in detail. The more she spoke, the more feasible the plan seemed.
"Hmm, your idea is very novel, something no one before you had thought of. That's precisely why it has a greater chance of success. Indeed, for slaves, if someone is willing to respect them, allowing them not only to have enough to eat and wear, but also the potential to lead them to build a career, they will definitely flock to it. Very good." Xuan Qingfeng's words revealed joy, perhaps as a form of comfort.
"However, Master, we haven't finalized a place to settle them yet. Master, do you know of any place near Brightmoon City that can hide several hundred people?" Yan Nange got to the point. Although he wanted to solve this problem himself, he knew his master was very familiar with the area around Brightmoon City, so there was no need for him to wander around aimlessly and waste precious time. In this respect, Yan Nange was quite flexible.
"A few hundred people aren't enough; we need at least a place that can hide several thousand. That's what your master came to discuss. Yun'er, your master is about to embark on a long journey and may not return for a while. Perhaps I'll settle down somewhere far away, so I'm entrusting you with managing a manor in the west of Bright Moon City. Take this token to 'Hibiscus Residence' in Bright Moon City and show it to their manager. He will arrange for someone to take you there. From now on, the livelihood of Tai Xuan Manor and its thousands of inhabitants will be in your hands. As for how you manage and develop it, that's none of your concern. Just don't disappoint your master, and don't tarnish your master's reputation." Emperor Xuan Qingfeng was unusually kind, but it was a time of parting.
A token flew to Yan Nange, who reached out and took it. Yan Nange understood that while her master said he was entrusting her with the management, he was actually giving her the manor, just saying it this way to make it easier for her to accept.
"Master, I won't stand on ceremony. Rest assured, Master, I will make Tai Xuan Manor famous throughout the world. I will make everyone know our names. But could you tell me where you are going? So I can visit you in the future." Yan Nange's heart was filled with gratitude and respect for his master, not because of the manor he had given him, but because of his master's trust and love. He and his master had only met three times: the first time was when his master saved him, the second time was when his master waited for his return, and the third time was when his master gave him a manor as a farewell gift. Each time, his master gave without expecting anything in return. Although his words to him weren't always polite the first two times, a closer look revealed his care and expectations. Yes, his master hoped he would succeed.
"Yun'er, your master had no plan for this trip. I just went wherever I felt comfortable and stayed wherever I saw a good spot. Therefore, I cannot tell you where I will stay, because I myself do not know. Yun'er, your master did not intend for you to make Tai Xuan Manor and your name famous throughout the world, at least not in the short term. Yun'er, you must remember: be high-spirited in your actions, but humble in your conduct. Before you have sufficient strength, never let yourself become too famous or too flamboyant, otherwise, there will be no good outcome. Your master is also in this situation because of his flamboyant personality. I have another mission for you, which you will understand when you arrive at Tai Xuan Manor. Alright, Yun'er, your master will stop here. From now on, it is up to your own destiny. Remember your master's words: be high-spirited in your actions, but humble in your conduct..." The last sentence was already heard from afar.
Yan Nange knew that his master had left. He knelt on the ground and bowed three times and nine times before the curtain, then stood up and wiped away his tears. Then he smiled. Emperor Hua Xuan Qingfeng's words would forever remain in Yan Nange's heart: be high-spirited in your actions, but humble in your conduct!
Upon exiting, a maid was already waiting, leading Yan Nange to the guest room.
Refusing the maid's offer of clothing, Yan Nange comfortably took a bath, changed into the prepared pajamas, and entered the living room. The rooms here were all luxurious and comfortable; they really knew how to enjoy life. Perhaps wealthy families mostly knew how to indulge!
After drinking tea for a while, Yan Nange went to the bedroom. It had been a long time since he'd slept; tonight he would enjoy a long-awaited good night's sleep! The subtle fragrance made him feel comfortable, and he soon drifted off to sleep...
Under the pitch-black night, he couldn't see anything, only the cold wind blowing into his clothes, leaving a cool footprint.
Where was he? Yan Nange groped in the darkness, raising his internal energy to its maximum, ready to deal with any danger at any moment. He focused his spiritual senses into the boundless darkness, but there was nothing, nothing to see, only boundless silence. Yes, silence...
"Wasn't I sleeping in bed? How did I get here? Is this a dream, or have I been lucky enough to be transported to another world?" Yan Nange bit her tongue; it didn't hurt. So this must be a dream, but why isn't she waking up? Yan Nange was filled with doubt.
She was indeed still asleep, still moving through the boundless darkness. Although she couldn't see anything within a five-mile radius, she had a vague premonition that something was about to happen. What could it be?
"Hush!" A soft breath escaped her lips, incredibly clear in the silent darkness, making it even more eerie.
Suddenly, a light appeared in the distance—a dimly lit window! This light seemed contagious, spreading rapidly like a plague. In the blink of an eye, Yan Nange found herself in an endless sea of lights. The flickering lamplight, the cross-shaped window, and the shadows of countless window frames fragmented the entire space, including Yan Nange herself.
Yan Nange was stunned by this eerie and somewhat surreal scene. He didn't understand its meaning. But at the same time, he realized where he was. This was the plaza where he had entered the Kaitian Ancient Castle. He was standing in the center of the plaza, with black buildings and lit windows in front and to the sides, and behind him, the enormous statue! At this moment, the silver moonlight in the night sky shone on the enormous statue, and its black shadow completely swallowed him! Yes, it was moonlight, it was shadow, but just now there was only darkness, only lamplight, only fragmented light and shadow!

Behind him was the statue, yes, the statue, and
he was only a step away from the statue's thick horse legs! Yan Nange remembered that he had been walking forward, so where did he come from? Why were there no more fountains around the statue? Wasn't he standing on the ground? Just as Yan Nange thought of this, a tremendous roar suddenly erupted around him, and a towering curtain of water surged towards him. Before he could dodge, the water abruptly poured down, and he realized with a start that he wasn't standing on the ground, but on the high pedestal of a statue! This series of sudden changes left Yan Nange bewildered and terrified. Yes, terrified. He had almost forgotten this feeling, but just a moment ago, terrification had gripped his heart. Yan Nange's heart clenched; things had unfolded too quickly, giving him no chance to catch his breath! Suddenly, Yan Nange saw a window opposite him open. In the dim light, a man lay on his side on the bed, and a woman in a long white robe stood with her back to the window, seemingly watching the man. Yan Nange followed her gaze and looked closely at the man. He saw his sleeping face—a face so familiar! That… that wasn't himself? Yan Nange couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!" The cry seemed to startle the woman, who slowly, very slowly turned her head. "Ah!" Yan Nange screamed in fright. The face that turned was clearly that of a man covered in wrinkles, yet that weathered face had beautiful eyes and a small, red mouth. That face gave Yan Nange a strange smile. Suddenly, the face shattered, then the body shattered... "Ah!" Yan Nange screamed, jolting awake and sitting bolt upright. He was still in bed. The living room door suddenly opened slightly. Yan Nange looked up hastily, only to see a blurry white figure flash out and the door close. Then, he suddenly saw lights come on in the buildings outside the window, but when he looked closer in disbelief, everything went black again. It was all like a dream, a bizarre nightmare... Yan Nange wiped the cold sweat from his face, took a deep breath, circulated his Leisurely Qi, and prepared to act at any moment. He then extended his divine sense to its maximum, stepped out of the room, and saw nothing in the brightly lit corridor. His divine sense only detected some sleeping men and women; the dark buildings outside were empty, filled only with boundless silence. Yan Nange was no longer sleepy, so he went to the bathroom to take a shower, dressed, and sat cross-legged on the bed to cultivate his Leisurely Qi. No further unusual events occurred, and soon dawn broke. Yan Nange saw rays of light outside the window; the sun had risen above the horizon of the distant grasslands, and herds of cattle, sheep, and horses were already grazing leisurely. Yan Nange opened the window, and a breath of fresh air rushed in, carrying the fragrance of grass and earth. Yan Nange took a deep breath, admiring the beautiful sunrise over the grasslands. "Young Master Yan, are you finished washing up? Master is waiting for you for breakfast," a beautiful maid knocked and entered the room, inviting Yan Nange to eat. Yan Nange nodded, put on his shoes with the help of a maid, and followed her to the dining room. It seemed there were many restaurants in Kaitian Fortress; this place for breakfast was not the same one he had eaten at the previous night. This restaurant was in a small garden, filled with the fragrance of flowers and the fresh air. Yan Nange admired her for her refined taste. "Good morning, Young Master Yan. Did you sleep well last night?" Lian Ruxian wore a blue silk dress, very elegant, which further accentuated her snow-white skin and orchid-like气质 (qi zhi - refined and elegant demeanor). She had her long black hair styled into a beautiful bun, adorned with a blue flower, making her forehead appear even smoother and broader, full of wisdom, and her jade-like neck even more slender and graceful, as elegant as a swan. Exquisite sapphire earrings adorned her delicate white ears, and the blue veil added a touch of mystery to this beautiful and elegant scene. Lian Ruxian's beautiful eyes sparkled, shining like stars in the morning light. She smiled at Yan Nange. Yan Nange's eyes suddenly brightened, then returned to normal. "Thank you for your concern, Miss Lian. I slept very well. The nights at Kaitianbao are mysterious and beautiful, just like you, Miss. Every smile tells a different story." Yan Nange smiled wickedly, stared into Lian Ruxian's eyes for a while, then looked at the beautiful garden, took a deep breath, and drank a sip of hot, thick milk.

"Young Master Yan flatters me, I am far too kind," Lian Ruxian said, her heart pounding at Yan Nange's words and smile, though she forced a smile in response.
"Hehe! Perhaps. What I've seen of Miss Lian is less than a tenth of your beauty. I imagine behind your blue veil lies an incredibly stunning face and a captivating story. Hehe. It's a pity I'll never see your true face. Alright, Miss Lian. Thank you for your hospitality, I must take my leave. Finally, I must say, you are beautiful, your castle is even more beautiful, and the nights in your castle are especially beautiful! Farewell!" Yan Nange stood up, smiling as he spoke. As he finished speaking, his eyes shone brightly as he gazed at Lian Ruxian, as if trying to see into her very soul.
Lian Ruxian felt uneasy under Yan Nange's intense gaze. She tried to meet his eyes, but unconsciously looked away, feeling as if he had seen through her secret. When Lian Ruxian looked up, Yan Nange had vanished without a trace.
Gazing at the empty restaurant, a few crystal tears welled up in Lian Ruxian's beautiful eyes.
The middle-aged man entered the restaurant and stood respectfully at a distance.
"He's gone?" Lian Ruxian wiped away her tears and asked calmly.
"Yes, he refused my offer to see him off and left alone using his light-footed skill," the middle-aged man said coldly.
"I understand. Are you ready?" Lian Ruxian asked.
"Ready," the middle-aged man said only two words.
"Alright, then so be it!" Lian Ruxian's voice held a hint of sadness.
"Understood," the middle-aged man nodded coldly, then turned and walked out of the restaurant.
Lian Ruxian stared blankly at the beautiful morning light outside the open window and sighed deeply.
The red dawn illuminated the green grassland, herds of cattle, sheep, and horses grazing on the tender grass. An occasional neigh startled the lazy birds in the trees, sending them soaring into the blue sky. A few stars remained, the waning moon still lingered—everything was so beautiful, yet…

(Chapter 172: Revelry
, 10-21 10:18:11, 1884 words)

The middle-aged man entered the restaurant, standing respectfully with his head bowed at a distance.
“He’s gone?” Lian Ruxian wiped away her tears and asked calmly.
“Yes, he refused my offer to see him off and left alone using his lightness skill,” the middle-aged man said coldly.
“I understand. Are you ready?” Lian Ruxian asked.
“Ready,” the middle-aged man said only two words.
“Alright, that’s fine then!” Lian Ruxian’s voice held a hint of sadness.
“I understand,” the middle-aged man nodded coldly, then turned and left the restaurant.
Lian Ruxian stared blankly at the beautiful morning light outside the open window, letting out a deep sigh.
The red dawn illuminated the green grasslands, herds of cattle, sheep, and horses grazing on the tender grass. An occasional neigh startled a lazy bird in a tree, sending it soaring into the blue sky. A few stars remained, the waning moon still lingering—everything was so beautiful, yet…
Yan Nange unleashed his "Heaven and Earth Freedom" technique, transforming into a wisp of smoke and shooting towards Bright Moon City.
Yan Nange kept thinking about Lian Ruxian's eyes, not because of their beauty, but because they felt strangely familiar. Yes, those were the eyes from last night's dream. Why? What did that dream imply? What secrets did the Kaitian Ancient Castle hold? Who entered his bedroom last night? What did she want? All of this remained unsolved mysteries, lingering in Yan Nange's mind. But Yan Nange knew he couldn't, and had no reason to, stay in that mysterious ancient castle. He had many more important things to do.
Yan Nange landed in his own courtyard. Home was always the best; though not luxurious or grand, it felt very welcoming.
Because of the numerous buildings in Mingyue City, the sky wasn't very bright yet, only a faint reddish hue could be seen.
The courtyard was still quiet, save for the whispers and soft bustle of two maids in the kitchen, and the sounds of kicking and punching coming from the back garden. Yan Nange recognized the occasional "Hey! Hey!" as his younger brother, Ouyang Lanye, practicing his martial arts at the crack of dawn. What a fine lad! Yan Nange thought to himself. It seemed Mengmou, Qianqian, and Rou'er hadn't gotten up yet.
Yan Nange used his internal energy to unlock the door to Rou'er's bedroom and quietly entered.
He came to the bedside and saw two beautiful faces under the pink silk quilt—one delicate, the other playful and alluring—it was Rou'er and Qianqian. The two beauties' hair was disheveled, and they were sleeping soundly. It seemed they were only wearing undergarments.
Yan Nange quickly took off his clothes and slowly lifted the covers. Qianqian was startled awake by Yan Nange and was about to cry out when a familiar, affectionate voice rang in her ear: "Baby, it's your brother!"
Qianqian then fully enjoyed the surprise Yan Nange had given her, entwining herself with him.
Yan Nange noticed that Rou'er beside him was breathing rapidly and her skin was flushed; she had apparently been awakened by his and Qianqian's passionate encounter and was already aroused. Yan Nange smiled wickedly. "Little girl, still pretending to be asleep."
Seeing that Qianqian in his arms had fallen asleep again, Yan Nange kissed her little face, covered her with the covers, and lay down next to Rou'er.
Yan Nange coaxed Rou'er to sleep, tucked her and Qianqian in, kissed them both, and then left the two adorable girls with sweet, satisfied smiles. He dressed, left the bedroom, and casually bolted the door with his power.
Mengmou had already woken up. Hearing the intimate sounds from next door, she knew Yan Nange had returned. Overjoyed, she was drawn in, imagining her brother and Rou'er being affectionate. Her body gradually warmed, and her clear, beautiful eyes became hazy. She knew she missed her brother, missed him terribly.
Just then, Yan Nange entered Mengmou's bedroom. Seeing her with her eyes closed, covered in sweat, and her pretty face flushed, he knew what was wrong.

(Chapter 173
: Revealed - 10-21 10:18:11, 3136 words)

Yan Nange coaxed Rou'er to sleep, tucked her and Qianqian into bed, kissed them both, and then left the two sweetly smiling little darlings. He dressed and left the bedroom, casually locking the door with his inner power.
Mengmou had already woken up. Hearing the sounds from next door, she knew Yan Nange had returned. Overjoyed, she was drawn in, imagining her brother and Rou'er's intimate moments. Her body gradually warmed, her clear, beautiful eyes became hazy, and her hands unconsciously caressed her body. She knew she missed her brother, missed him terribly.
Just then, Yan Nange entered Mengmou's bedroom. Seeing her closed eyes, sweaty and flushed, he knew what was wrong.
Yan Nange took off his clothes, quietly slipped under the covers, and embraced her. As Mengmou was about to scream in alarm, he gently whispered in her ear, "My darling Mengmou, your brother is here to love you." He then launched a fierce assault. Mengmou knew it was her brother and passionately clung to him. Soon, they were locked in a passionate embrace.
Mengmou experienced a pleasure she had never known before and fell asleep under Yan Nange's tender caress. Yan Nange kissed her lovely little face, tucked her in, dressed, and left.
It was barely dawn.
During breakfast, Yue'er, Lan Yu, and the two maids blushed again, avoiding Yan Nange's gaze. Ouyang Lanye, on the other hand, was no longer embarrassed as she had the day before, remaining calm and chatting casually with Yan Nange.
After breakfast, Yan Nange took Ouyang Lanye to the famous Furongju restaurant on Jinbao Street.
Yan Nange left Ouyang Lanye outside and went into Furongju. Furongju was still serving breakfast, and business was booming; the people coming and going were clearly wealthy. Yan Nange had also brought Rou'er here for breakfast before. Furongju's most famous breakfast items were the "First-Class Furong Bun" and the "Fragrant Jade Porridge." The "First-Class Furong Bun" had a large filling and a thin skin, with a fresh and fragrant taste and a lingering aftertaste. Paired with the fragrant and sweet jade rice porridge and unique side dishes, the flavor was truly beyond description. It was said to be unique in the entire continent, with no other branches.
Anyone who came to Mingyue City and didn't try these two breakfast items from Furongju would have a great regret. People of some status in Mingyue City considered it an honor to dine at Furongju, even though it was expensive; it was a symbol of status, and people wanted to appear wealthy for the sake of face. Moreover, everyone who had eaten at Furongju praised its dishes highly.
Yan Nange didn't know what connection "Furongju" had with his master. If it also belonged to Taixuan Manor, then he and his family would be in for a treat. Yan Nange was now hoping his wish would come true.
He smiled at the waiter who approached him and went straight to the counter. The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man in his forties, of medium build and thin, with an unremarkable appearance. However, Yan Nange noticed the occasional glint in his eyes and knew he wasn't an ordinary person; he was probably a second-rate expert.
Yan Nange smiled and discreetly handed the shopkeeper the black wooden plaque in his hand. The shopkeeper examined it carefully, then looked up at Yan Nange with a complex expression.
"Please wait downstairs for a moment, young master," the shopkeeper said respectfully.
The shopkeeper went behind the counter, while Yan Nange turned and went downstairs, standing with Ouyang Lanye in an inconspicuous spot opposite, waiting for the shopkeeper to come out.
A moment later, the innkeeper emerged from behind the building. He had changed into a blue outfit and waved to Yan Nange from afar, gesturing for him to come over. Yan Nange and Ouyang Lanye, seeing that no one seemed to be paying much attention, strolled over leisurely. Yan Nange's skin had turned bronze, and although he was even more imposing and handsome than before, he no longer attracted as much attention as when his skin was as fair and smooth as jade. After all, bronze and yellow skin were quite similar, which, of course, also helped Yan Nange avoid some trouble.
"Your subordinate, Liu Fang, greets you, young master. May I ask your honorable names?" The three of them walked along the alley to a secluded spot, where Liu Fang, the innkeeper of Furong Residence, bowed and asked.
"I am Yan Nange. This is my sworn brother, Ouyang Lanyu," Yan Nange returned the greeting. Ouyang Lanyu also bowed in return.
"It seems our lord didn't discuss this further with you, young master. Let's return to 'Tai Xuan Manor' and discuss it then," Liu Fang said after a moment's thought.
So Liu Fang led the way, with Yan Nange and Ouyang Lanye following behind, they made their way out of Mingyue City through a narrow alley.
As soon as they left the city, Liu Fang unleashed his lightness skill, and Yan Nange followed suit, though not too quickly, as Ouyang Lanye wasn't very fast, so Liu Fang accommodated them.
Yan Nange explained some lightness skill techniques to Ouyang Lanye as they traveled, and soon Ouyang Lanye's speed improved, and he felt much more relaxed and less tired. While Ouyang Lanye expressed his gratitude to his benefactor and elder brother, Yan Nange secretly admired his younger brother's quick wit.
Liu Fang also marveled at Yan Nange's seemingly young age yet vast knowledge, and how quickly the young man had improved his speed. The Lord's judgment was truly excellent, but...
Heading west, passing several villages and mountains, and crossing two rivers, finally, high city walls and massive gates appeared in the dense forest. Outside the walls was a wide moat, its dark color suggesting its depth. The drawbridge had been lowered, giving Yan Nange the impression of impregnability. Of course, if Yan Nange used his lightness skill, entering wouldn't be difficult, but not everyone possessed that ability. For ordinary soldiers, attacking this city would be incredibly difficult. It truly was a wonderful place; Yan Nange liked it at first sight. This was definitely a perfect hiding place for troops.
"Mr. Liu, please wait a moment," a soldier standing guard on the towering city wall called out upon seeing Liu Fang.
"No need for that," Yan Nange replied loudly. Lowering and retracting such a large drawbridge must have been laborious; Yan Nange wanted to avoid trouble and also establish his authority.
Yan Nange reached out and took Ouyang Lanye and Liu Fang's hands. With a light touch of his toes, the three of them flew over the city wall like large birds, landing on the wide, straight stone road.
The soldiers guarding the city and those patrolling inside were initially stunned to see the three of them fly over the wall, but then cheered loudly after realizing what had happened.
Yan Nange smiled slightly at the astonished Liu Fang and Ouyang Lanye, released their hands, and walked forward.
Liu Fang thought Yan Nange was very clever, but he hadn't expected him to be so clever. He had only been stunned for a moment, and Yan Nange had carried him over the city wall so easily, even while carrying another person. It was clear that this was not his true strength. So, just how strong was this young master Yan? He looked so young, yet he was unfathomable! Liu Fang couldn't help but admire Yan Nange.
Ouyang Lanye was surprised, but it was also expected. He knew that his elder brother was no ordinary person. Just from his earth-shattering roar that day, he knew how powerful Yan Nange was. I should learn from my elder brother more often in the future. Ouyang Lanye has already made up his mind to ask Yan Nange for guidance.

Chapter 174
: Reaching the Heavens (10-21 10:18:12, 3121 words)

Walking on the wide, south-facing road, looking at the vast grasslands before him and the distant forests, Yan Nange felt refreshed and invigorated.
"Our Tai Xuan Manor is now 180 li from north to south and 200 li from east to west, consisting of grasslands, hills, plains, streams, and forests. Actually, there is even more land that we can use, but there is simply too much to manage. The manor has a history of over a hundred years. This place was originally a wilderness, but later, the Venerable One led the elders to build this vast and fertile manor in five years," Liu Fang introduced.
Yan Nange nodded, looking at the horses and cattle on the grassland. He couldn't believe that there were two such huge manors hidden around Mingyue City. And all of this was unknown to anyone in Mingyue City, which was only a hundred li apart. It seems there are countless unknown forces in the world. I must never be arrogant in the future; I might offend a mysterious force one day and be eliminated without even knowing why. Furthermore, intelligence gathering must begin immediately; otherwise, like now, I won't even know who's stabbing me in the back.
"The village has over two thousand people, including over a thousand soldiers, and the rest are engaged in agriculture, forestry, animal husbandry, and fishing. There are five people in charge: Li Tenglong and Zhang Yuehu are responsible for the soldiers' training and duties; Xiao Song is in charge of all village production and other affairs; Zhou Shangmou is in charge of internal finances; and I am responsible for external affairs and intelligence," Liu Fang continued, knowing Yan Nange was listening.
"I didn't expect such a large population, but with such a small land area, it's not too many. A few thousand more shouldn't be a problem," Yan Nange said slowly.
"Young Master Yan is quite right. Two thousand people is indeed very few. Such vast and fertile land and abundant resources can easily support tens of thousands of people, and it also solves the problem of insufficient defense," Liu Fang nodded.
Why hasn't Master expanded his power all these years? Is it because he doesn't want to, or because he can't? Yan Nange wondered to himself but didn't voice his thoughts, only smiling at Liu Fang.
The three of them used their lightness skills to traverse hills, rivers, and fields, arriving before a grand, ancient castle. This ancient castle was vermilion, and Yan Nange could tell it was built from stones from the mountain behind it, matching the mountain's color. Like the Lian family's Kaitian Fortress, it was built along the mountain's contours, exuding a magnificent aura. Under the dazzling sunlight, the castle and the mountains resembled boiling blood, giving off a passionate and vibrant feeling full of ambition and boundless vitality.
Compared to Kaitian Fortress, Yan Nange preferred this place. Liu Fang had told him this castle was called "Tongtian Fortress," and Yan Nange liked it. Although it didn't seem as grand and magnificent as Kaitian Fortress, its blood-red color, so alluring yet subtly revealing, was enough to make him fall in love. Compared to the eerie mystery and profoundness of Kaitian Fortress, this place was full of life and vitality. Life needs these things to exist; without them, nothing is possible.
This time, Yan Nange didn't scale the wall. Some things are best done once; doing them too often loses their meaning. So they entered through the city gate.
Just as Yan Nange had expected, Tongtian Fortress was indeed teeming with life.
After entering the city gate was a huge plaza, about five li in size, paved with red stone slabs. In the center of the plaza stood a tall sculpture in the shape of a flame, carved from fiery red stone. Under the sunlight, it resembled a raging inferno, making one's blood boil. Even the sculpture exuded such vitality.
The square is surrounded by lawns, flowers, trees, a small bridge, a stream, and countless stone benches and wooden chairs, all thoughtfully designed and blending harmoniously with the surroundings.
As you cross the square, you see several children playing happily, their clear, childlike laughter making the square even more lively.
This is truly a wonderful place. Like Kaitian Fortress, this manor was already teeming with life, yet it possesses a living atmosphere that Kaitian Fortress cannot match. It's truly ideal for living.
Yan Nange has already considered that the soldiers' training won't take place here in the future; they can find another location outside the fortress, since this manor is so large. The atmosphere here shouldn't be disrupted; people aren't only meant to face conflict, they also need quiet rest. Too much rigidity leads to breakage; a balance is the best approach. Beyond the square is
an exceptionally wide east-west stone-paved road. Behind the lawns and trees on both sides of the road are rows of identical high-rise buildings, all constructed of red stone. However, because the buildings are separated by trees and lawns, it doesn't feel monotonous at all; instead, it has a touch of red amidst the greenery. One can imagine how comfortable the residents must be.
Walking along long streets and through several small gardens, turning a few corners, one comes to a scene of lush green grass, flowing water, and winding bridges. Behind this beautiful scenery lies a plaza, and behind the plaza stands a magnificent palace.
This fiery red palace faces south, shimmering with a breathtaking red glow under the bright sunlight.
This palace should exist in heaven, so why has it descended to earth?
"Young Master Yan, this is the Flame Palace where the manor holds meetings. Look at the flame sculptures on the palace; the palace takes its name from them. The Lord said that where flames burn, there will be life and miracles," Liu Fang said respectfully.
"Hmm, that's a profound statement," Yan Nange said after a moment's thought. Actually, he felt this statement was somewhat biased; where war rages, there is only death, no life or miracles. However, he naturally wouldn't say it aloud.
Ouyang Lanye remained silent, utterly stunned since entering Tai Xuan Manor, still reeling from the shock. He wasn't unsophisticated; as a former prince, he'd seen many things others hadn't. But he'd never seen such a manor, such boundless fields, and such a castle. It was all too novel to him, and like Yan Nange, he'd fallen deeply in love with this place. Living here would be an immense blessing and fortune. He envied those who could live here. Fortunately, he knew he had the opportunity to live here, and the thought filled him with excitement.
In front of the palace, four middle-aged men stood in a row, followed by dozens of soldiers and various other figures, also lined up in rows. Yan Nange wondered what they were doing. Were they there to welcome him? It was quite possible, after all, he would be the master of this place from now on. The thought of this place being his own filled Yan Nange with pride.
When Yan Nange was not far from them, they all suddenly knelt on one knee, including Liu Fang and the soldiers on duty.
"Disciples of the Free and Unfettered Sect respectfully welcome the new Venerable Master!" the crowd shouted in unison, their resounding voices reaching the heavens.
Yan Nange was taken aback, suddenly remembering the mission his master had mentioned. Could this be it? It was very likely.
"Everyone, please rise. I'm still not clear on what's going on," Yan Nange hurriedly told them to get up, as he wasn't quite used to this.
"Thank you, Venerable Master," everyone stood up, bowing respectfully.

Chapter 175: Past Events
: 10-21 10:18:13 Words: 2691

"Venerable Master, let's go inside to talk," Liu Fang said respectfully.
"Mr. Liu, please don't address me like that. Let's go in then," Yan Nange said with a smile. This matter needed to be clarified.
The five chief secretaries, along with Yan Nange, Ouyang Lanye, and their group, entered the Flame Palace's council hall.
Upon entering the palace, they found themselves in an incredibly spacious hall, with several rows of thick square pillars supporting the high dome from the ground. The hall was decorated with an imposing yet understated elegance, its main color being fiery red—a vibrant, exhilarating red. Three walls were adorned with flame emblems, the same as those in the square and palace. The floor was paved with polished, fiery red stone slabs. Zhou Shangmou explained that this was the auditorium, the place where the entire village held events. It could accommodate ten thousand people for meetings.
Zhou Shangmou, dressed in a long red robe, was of medium build and somewhat overweight, giving the impression of a wealthy merchant. What struck Yan Nange most about him were his eyes; though always smiling, they were as deep and unfathomable as the ocean, occasionally flashing with a cold glint. This man was certainly not as kind as he appeared.
Yan Nange sensed that here, fire seemed to be a kind of faith and totem, something people worshipped, hoping it would bring them warmth, hope, and happiness. Could fire truly bring such blessings? It was hard to say—it could, and it couldn't!
Ascending the long, winding steps surrounding the auditorium, one reaches the second floor. Upon reaching the top, the first thing one sees is a small landscape feature: artificial hills, flowing water, and various flowers, a striking sight. Around the circular landscape are benches for resting, a thoughtful design reflecting a people-oriented philosophy (this phrase sounds familiar).
Above the landscape is a large, transparent skylight. Zhou Shangmou explained that this skylight serves two purposes: to allow more light in and to allow for fresher air. Xiao Song added that the skylight and surrounding windows are made of crystal, sourced from the manor's abundant crystal mines.
Xiao Song is tall and imposing, only slightly shorter than Yan Nange. He has a handsome face and a beautiful beard, a truly striking man. His white robe further enhances his refined air. Of the five, he is the most handsome. Yan Nange guesses that he is detail-oriented and likes to do things perfectly.
Passing through the corridor, they arrive at a red door. Young maids already open the door on both sides, standing guard. After Yan Nange declined and sat down in the main seat, the six others bowed and thanked him at his request, and then three of them humbly sat down.
Of course, Ouyang Lanye could have sat down first, but it would have been inappropriate for him to sit before the other five, so he accompanied them.
Yan Nange was secretly pleased to see Ouyang Lanye's quick wit.
"Master, then we will explain to you in detail the origins of our Tai Xuan Manor and the instructions of the old master!" Liu Fang said humbly after everyone was seated.
"Very well, then we will trouble you gentlemen. This is exactly what I want to understand," Yan Nange said with a smile and nodded to everyone.
"One hundred and forty years ago, the Venerable One, Emperor Hua, was renowned throughout the Golden Stone Continent and the Wind and Cloud Continent. He founded the Carefree Sect, which grew to over ten thousand members in less than three years, reaching its zenith. The Carefree Sect's disciples were found in every country and city across both continents, active throughout the land. It was the largest and most powerful sect in history, even royal families of various countries had to show deference to the Venerable One, not to mention the martial arts world. The Carefree Sect also eradicated evil and helped the poor, accumulating good karma and earning the love and respect of ordinary people, who called it the 'Savior Sect.' At that time, a Carefree Token from the Carefree Sect could resolve conflicts and lend money without collateral. The Carefree Sect's rules were strict, so its reputation was unprecedented. Even villains in the martial arts world dared not impersonate the Carefree Sect to commit evil, but instead kept their distance, because the Carefree Sect possessed the largest intelligence network and connections in the world; when it acted, it was always decisive and successful." Liu Fang spoke with great emotion, seemingly proud of its past glory.
Yan Nange, however, thought that the story that followed was probably not so pleasant. For a gang to achieve such power is legendary, but to remain standing for a century would be a miracle. At the very least, royal families would not allow such a powerful force to exist, as it posed a threat to their regime. There are only three ways for such a force to survive: first, to conceal most of its power underground, making its existence a mere facade of weakness; second, to establish its own nation, with the sect as its state; or third, to completely disappear underground, making the existence of the Xiaoyao Sect a complete mystery.
Recalling his master, Emperor Hua, Xuan Qingfeng's, words, Yan Nange could imagine that the Xiaoyao Sect's decline was undoubtedly due to its overwhelming power.
"Ten years later, some people began to deliberately frame the Xiaoyao Sect, damaging its reputation. From initially swindling money to later kidnapping men and women, murder and robbery, by ten years, the Xiaoyao Sect had become synonymous with evil forces. Although various methods were used to investigate over the past ten years, there were no results; on the contrary, the situation only escalated. The government also began to hunt down Xiaoyao Sect disciples, arresting them indiscriminately. The old master had long sensed that things were not going well, but things were already out of control, and many disciples began to use the Xiaoyao Sect's name to commit evil deeds. So the old master began to consider disbanding the Xiaoyao Sect, but he needed to make arrangements for his trusted confidants who had followed him all the way. So he and our ancestors secretly built Tai Xuan Manor here, and after its completion, he settled a group of trusted confidants here. Thus, Tai Xuan Manor had its first residents, only a little over three hundred people at the time, and after many years of development, it has now grown to more than two thousand people," Liu Fang said with emotion.
The other leaders also wore expressions of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep emotion), suggesting that the process of this development had been fraught with difficulties. Yan Nange could now recall the hardships of pioneering and clearing the land back then. However, the matter was certainly not over yet.
"After the affairs of Tai Xuan Manor were arranged, the Old Master convened a martial arts conference, at which he announced the disbandment of the Xiaoyao Sect. There was an uproar at the time. Not only from various sects, but also from unworthy disciples within his own sect. But the Old Master had made up his mind, declaring that if anyone were to impersonate a member of the Xiaoyao Sect and harm the martial arts world and the common people, each sect could deal with them as they saw fit.
Afterwards, the Master issued a public notice, announcing it to the world. In this way, after dispersing all his wealth, the Master went on a journey. But in fact, although he announced the disbandment of the Xiaoyao Sect, the Old Master preserved our part of the strength so that he could rise again in the future." (

Chapter 176 Archery Practice
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Eighty years ago, the old Venerable Master suddenly returned here, seemingly after suffering a serious injury. However, he remained silent, and the ancestral sect dared not inquire. Afterward, the old Venerable Master's whereabouts became unpredictable; sometimes he would suddenly return, and sometimes he would suddenly depart. Gradually, the people of the manor grew accustomed to
this. Three years ago, the old Venerable Master announced that whoever found Hibiscus Residence with the decree of the Carefree Emperor would be the next Venerable Master of the Carefree Sect and the Lord of Tai Xuan Manor. The great cause of reviving the Carefree Sect would be inherited by that person, and we, the members of the Carefree Sect, would wholeheartedly assist him. We have always hoped that one day the Carefree Sect could stand tall between heaven and earth again, so that future generations would sing our praises. This is also the last wish of our ancestors!
Finally, today we have met you, Venerable Master! Liu Fang and the other four were extremely excited. "
Disciples of the Carefree Sect are willing to follow the Venerable Master to build unparalleled achievements, even at the cost of our lives!" The five knelt down simultaneously and shouted in unison.
Yan Nange had originally intended to achieve unparalleled feats, and now, with such capable assistants, how could he not be overjoyed and excited?
"Good! Let's build an earth-shattering legacy together! Everyone, please rise! Haha!" Yan Nange laughed heartily, helping everyone to their feet; his laughter shook the rooftops.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!" The crowd was also filled with excitement. Seeing that their new leader, though young, possessed such heroic spirit and magnanimous sentiments, they couldn't help but burst into laughter, releasing years of pent-up frustration. They had waited far too long for this day.
The tremendous laughter echoed through the open windows of Tai Xuan Manor, and everyone in the manor stopped what they were doing to listen to this long-unheard, exuberant laughter. Everyone speculated whether some great good news was about to unfold.
After a sumptuous lunch, the five members of the Liu family took Yan Nange and Ouyang Lanye to explore the surroundings, allowing them to familiarize themselves with the environment. They knew that Ouyang Lanye would be one of the new leader's assistants, just like themselves.
The five men from Liu Fang largely agreed with Yan Nange's method for expanding his power, as it was the quickest way. The main issue was that some details of the implementation needed further refinement.
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Master, that's our training ground ahead," Li Tenglong said, pointing to the high wall.
Two large red gates stood in the center of the wall, and a series of rhythmic "Hey-ha!" shouts emanated from within, quite inspiring. Yan Nange definitely wanted to go in and see—it was here that the military force guarding the entire Tai Xuan Manor had been cultivated. And his future endeavors would undoubtedly begin here.
"Password!" the guard on duty asked sternly.
"Flowers Bloom in Tai Xuan!" Li Tenglong shouted in a powerful voice.
"Good morning, sir!" the two guards greeted in unison.
"Thank you for your hard work!" Li Tenglong and Zhang Yuehu said with smiles simultaneously.
Yan Nange smiled as she looked at the two guards. Although young, they spoke with a strong, resonant voice, their chests held high, and their eyes fixed straight ahead. Even when facing their superior, they remained neither servile nor arrogant, first asking for the password and then greeting her. From this, it was clear that the soldiers of Tai Xuan Manor were well-trained. Li Tenglong and Zhang Yuehu were indeed very capable.
The soldiers opened the gate, and the group entered. Inside was a very spacious area, where some soldiers were practicing hand-to-hand combat on a flat square. The shouts of "Hey-ha!" and their movements were synchronized and powerful.
In the distance, some soldiers were practicing archery. At the instructor's command, "Nock the arrow!" a row of soldiers neatly placed their arrows on the bowstrings. "Draw the bow!" the instructor shouted, and the soldiers drew their bows to their full extent. "Shoot!" the instructor shouted again, and the arrows flew towards the wooden target all at once.
Yan Nange observed that, except for two that missed, the rest hit the bullseye. Yan Nange smiled and nodded. If all archers possessed such qualities, they would be truly extraordinary. Based on what he had read and Yan Nange's own understanding, archers were the most direct way to weaken the enemy in an army. Therefore, the more skilled the archers, the greater the blow to the enemy's morale. Furthermore, having skilled archers providing cover during ambushes and assassinations increased the chances of success. Thus, Yan Nange valued archers highly.
Actually, he valued all types of soldiers, as no army could function without any one, but he had a particular fondness for archers.
Yan Nange walked to the archery training ground. There were several empty training positions nearby. He walked to one of them and picked up a bow and arrow.
The soldiers were training as usual, none of them looking around distractedly.
"Come on, little brother, practice a few arrows with your big brother," Yan Nange said with a smile to Ouyang Lanye.
Ouyang Lanye didn't refuse. Archery was a compulsory course for princes, and although he hadn't used it in a long time, he wasn't afraid. After all, he used to practice frequently.
Liu Fang, Zhang Tenglong, and the other four stood by watching, wondering how good their new master's archery was. They had known of Yan Nange's impressive lightness skill via carrier pigeon even before he entered the fortress.
The training stopped, and the soldiers lined up to watch the two guests compete in archery. The instructor came over to salute the officers and sergeants.
Although Yan Nange had learned archery in the Ice and Fire Cave, it was still theoretical; he hadn't practiced. But he wasn't intimidated, because he knew that anything could be mastered once the underlying principles were understood, and archery was no exception.
The first arrow hit Ouyang Lanye squarely in the bullseye; Yan Nange missed the target, falling far off. The crowd, who had been about to cheer, held back their applause. Liu Fang and the other four were both amused and exasperated. They had expected their new master to establish his authority, but his archery was so poor, it was as if he had never practiced at all.
Yan Nange smiled at them; he understood their thoughts. But these first few arrows were just a trial, so missing them didn't matter.
Yan Nange nodded to Ouyang Lanye, who understood that he was telling him to continue and not hold back. So he smiled and nodded, surprised that Yan Nange's archery was so poor, as if he had never shot before. On
the second arrow, Ouyang Lanye hit the bullseye, while Yan Nange missed again, only getting a little too close. Everyone couldn't help but laugh, thinking, "How can he dare to show off with such poor technique?" On the third
arrow, Ouyang Lanye hit the bullseye, while Yan Nange hit the target. Everyone smiled wryly. Liu Fang and the other four turned green; this would negatively impact their leader's prestige. They considered whether they should have the soldiers withdraw or advise this old man to stop shooting altogether—why practice archery at a time like this? They didn't understand.
Yan Nange, however, remained smiling. Ouyang Lanye also smiled, guessing that this was Yan Nange's first time shooting.
On the fourth arrow, both Yan Nange and Ouyang Lanye hit the bullseye. The crowd roared with applause. But to receive such applause was no easy feat!
The Song of Yan Nan is not without its flaws, but it is sure to amaze.

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