The Great Upheaval, When Wealth Stirs the Heart

Lightning flashed and thunder roared!

The heavens collapsed and the earth split apart!

The world shook!

None of it could describe how Wang Xian felt at that moment!

Even so, he stood there in silence. The wind drove snow like knives against his face, yet he did not kneel.

Because he was not Qin Wentian.

And the old general before him, now turned to stone, was not his father.

Wang Xian wouldn't kneel to Heaven, either. There was only one person he would kneel to... his mother, buried in Shu Mountain.

Sa Tongtian sensed Wang Xian's emotions, but didn't disturb him.

Instead, he went to a snow-covered pine nearby, found a stone slab, brushed the snow from it, and sat down quietly.

He took out the jug of wine Wang Xian had given him and drank.

He hadn't taken part in that earth-shaking battle a hundred years ago. It had been his master's karma, and naturally, it would not fall upon him.

He had already fulfilled his agreement with Wang Xian. Now, all he had to do was wait.

Wang Xian's lips twitched. He wanted to ramble to his master, Yang Wanjin, high above in the Nine Heavens.

He wanted to ramble to His Majesty, the emperor, far away in Jinling's imperial city!

He wanted to ramble to the Old Daoist beneath the Kunlun Mountains!

He had spent three whole years crossing the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, crossing the Nine Netherworlds, and even crossing the River of Time.

He had come to this sacred mountain, thinking he had everything under control.

Yet he hadn't expected that a hundred years later, General Qin would have turned into a stone statue...

Damn it, wasn't this like standing up the emperor?

In a flash, he recalled what the old monk at Hanshan