There had been voices in court and beyond saying that Jiang Wang was the next generation's God of War. Jiang Mengxiong himself neither affirmed nor denied it, but he knew that the Son of Heaven might well harbor such intentions. He had taken five personal disciples and painstakingly trained each of them. Every one was a dragon or phoenix among men, yet not one had earned such recognition.
As a banner for the new people of Qi, Jiang Wang had won the recognition, support, and even worship of so many people within only a few short years. It had to be said that he possessed a unique personal charisma.
Even Jiang Mengxiong himself approved of this Marquis of Wu'an. Though he was somewhat staid and rigid most of the time, not lively enough, and did not look much like a young man, he was diligent, hardworking, and sincere. Aside from being impoverished in military strategy and limited in learning, he had no great flaws.
Becoming the next God of War was unlikely, but matching Jiang Mengxiong's current martial strength was not beyond possibility—speaking of which, this was the path his last disciple, Wang Yiwu, had chosen for himself.
That boy had said, "I need not learn to be a match for ten thousand; I alone shall be invincible amid tens of millions." Yet now Jiang Wang had pulled ahead of him... Jiang Mengxiong believed in Wang Yiwu's confidence and courage, but if Jiang Wang could not return this time, how was Wang Yiwu to defeat a man who could no longer be defeated?
What Jiang Mengxiong found increasingly incomprehensible, even utterly baffling, was the situation in Wu'an City right now.
At first, Moon-Washing Nunnery had sent two Divine Presence cultivators. One of them was already nearing True Insight, re-cultivating through