One Death Could Never Grant Your Wish; Let the Rest of Your Life Be Entangled in Sin

"Nothing is absolute in this world. Perhaps in your heart, the Central Plains are vast, with hundreds of millions of people, rich in culture and profound in history, and foreign tribes simply cannot swallow them up or settle them. So you act recklessly and do not worry about the decline of the divine artifact. But if everyone had your mentality, wouldn't that become the will of the people? It would not be surprising if foreign tribes entered the Central Plains!"

Qiu Yan looked at Han Bian and said these words. Instantly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the hazy Void of the consciousness world, about to strike the strands of Fortune Yun.

"Absurd! What kind of popular sentiment is this?" Han Bian's expression changed, as if he had thought of something. He lost his composure and retorted rather hastily. At the same time, black Literary Thought appeared around each of the Fortune, turning into mist that enveloped them and resisted the thunderous bombardment.

Qiu Yan shook his head and simply said, "The weight of public opinion lies in its ability to guide the general trend. Whether it's aristocratic Aristocratic Clan, scholars, or even bureaucrats, clerks, or merchants, they can, to a certain extent, cloud public opinion, causing distortions in how it manifests. What's even more shameless is that much of the resentment originating from the Aristocratic Clan is cleverly disguised and attributed to the imperial court. And those aristocratic Aristocratic Clan, in turn, seem to no longer care about their own interests, but instead speak out for the common people..."

As he spoke, his tone turned heavy. "In this way, it's like storing water, eventually distorting the people's hearts completely. Isn't that what the people's hearts desire? You just told the incarnation of Fortune bring small gains, merely to lower their guard. When they reveal their true colors later, it will be too late to regret it. Applying this to the Aristocratic Clan and merchants, for their own benefit, they are promoting the wonders of foreign races. It's also a temporary small gain. When the country is shattered and the foreign races reveal their true nature, it will be too late to regret it!"

As he spoke, the blocked lightning scattered, gathering and dispersing uncertainly as Qiu Yan's words progressed and shifted, seeping into the black mist from Eight Directions!

Han Bian frowned deeply. He still said, "It's just your opinion! Throughout the history of the Central Plains, there have been many instances of foreign tribes invading and plundering during periods of unification, division between the North and South, and fragmentation. But without exception, they all had to retreat, which shows how fierce and barbaric these foreign tribes are. Using force to suppress the Central Plains can only last for a time, not forever. Not to mention, their weapons and chariots are far inferior to those of the Central Plains, and their battle formations and tactics are also far behind..."

As he spoke, the black mist formed from his Literary Thought churned, its threads still connected, remaining resilient even when attacked by subtle, fragmented lightning. It did not reveal the emanation of his hidden Fortune.

"The world changes, and everything in it is subject to change. In the Middle Ages, chariots were highly valued, but then infantry came to the fore. Infantry were not good at surprise attacks, so cavalry attacked them. Now, military forces have reached a bottleneck, and the next step will be a transformation. Whoever seizes the opportunity will dominate! Perhaps no foreign tribe has ever ruled in the history of the Great Rui, but in this vast starry sky and endless Continent, similar events may have already played out many times."

After Qiu Yan finished speaking, three halos of light rapidly expanded behind him, and various phantom images of weapons and armor appeared. They flew into the air and entered the tiny fragments of lightning snakes. Instantly, the power of the lightning snakes surged, becoming as mighty as an army. They shattered the black mist in one fell swoop, not even letting go of the last bit of remnant. They strangled, pursued, and destroyed it!

"Ugh!" Han Bian groaned, his face turning deathly pale.

On the other hand, Qiu Yan raised his hand and grabbed the many Fortune that had been revealed after the black mist dissipated, turning them into wisps of light purple mist.

"Your Fortune is in your hands, and for your own future, even if you cannot determine your own success, you should not be used by others. Now go!" Qiu Yan said, waving his hand.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The surrounding illusion shattered inch by inch, and the purple mist pierced through the illusion, flying out at breakneck speed!

Han Bian watched all this unfold in silence, his brows furrowed, adopting a posture of waiting.

After Qiu Yan finished doing all this, as the illusion of consciousness shattered, the surrounding scenery slowly returned to normal. It was still the same room, but now Han Bian no longer had the Fortune Bookmark to rely on.

Although he still had a lot of bamboo sticks in other rooms, those people were people he had slowly accumulated over more than ten years, and they had no personal connection with Qiu Yan, so they could no longer be used as hostages.

"Now that we've come this far, there's no need for us to continue our discussion. But the conditions we agreed on earlier cannot be changed. Without rules, nothing can be accomplished." After saying this, Qiu Yan raised his hand again in a grasping motion.

Han Bian's entire body trembled, and Upper Three Paths. A fierce and powerful force condensed from them into a book. Judging from the cover, it was the book "The Jun Tong Shu Yu," but it was blurry, like a phantom.

Once the book was extracted, Han Bian's aura weakened considerably, but he did not resist; he simply smiled faintly as he watched Qiu Yan's actions.

Across from him, Qiu Yan had already reached out and grabbed the blurry mass that suddenly burst forth with all sorts of Literary Thought and spirits. The entire book also vibrated, as if it had sentience, trying to break free from Qiu Yan's grasp.

Sizzle!

The next moment, Qiu Yan's five fingers moved, like iron hooks forged from refined iron, gripping the book tightly, and sparks immediately flew from his tiger's mouth and between his fingers!

Then, he poured his will into it fiercely!

Boom!

The next moment, the book roared, and several streams of Order and spirit pulsed within it! This stirred up a frenzied surge of Literary Thought around it, forming a whirlwind!

Instantly, ripples spread out from Qiu Yan, incredibly fierce, forcing Han Bian to slightly turn aside to avoid the storm formed by these invisible Literary Thought!

"Oh? It really does gather a lot of Legalist Spirit and Order." Qiu Yan, who was at the forefront, seemed unaware of this. He even followed his thoughts to analyze the composition of the book and found several Legalist Spirit in it. More importantly, he found three Legalist Order!

Three Order!

Even Qiu Yan's two Military Canon only reveal two different Order.

Qiu Yan used the Force of Order to fight his enemies many times, but when he fought against the Left Wise King, he also found that if both sides had control of Order, it would be difficult to determine the winner simply by relying on Order.

At this point, the competition comes down to the level of comprehension, which can take many forms, with philosophical discussions being just one of them.

The three Order in the book contain many subtleties, but Qiu Yan is no longer the same as before. He did not rush to absorb them, but instead browsed through them with his mind and then withdrew. With a flick of his sleeve, the book disappeared.

Across from him, Han Bian's expression improved slightly, and he even smiled, "I am convinced of my defeat at your hands, sir. With you obtaining this book, my Legalist School lineage will be passed down through the ages along with your classic works. The principle between fortune and misfortune is truly profound."

Qiu Yan said, "Your understanding is remarkable, demonstrating the depth of your learning. The fact that you have compiled this classic work is also extraordinary. However, your work lacks the influence of Hundred Schools Aura of thought. It seems that you suppressed these influences during the writing process to maintain its purity."

"There's nothing we can do about it. With the blessing of the Hundred Schools Aura, this classic will undoubtedly reach a higher level, and its content will be more complete. However, I cannot expose myself because of this." Han Bian sighed, then asked, "I wonder what you will do with me, sir?"

Qiu Yan hesitated for a moment, then said something that had little to do with the current situation, "How do you address Prime Minister Han?"

The "Old Prime Minister Han" mentioned here refers to Han Yi, who was far away in the Eastern Capital.

This veteran official, after retiring and returning to his hometown, has always stayed in the Eastern Capital. This time, Grand Confucian and Grandmaster in the country Prosperity Capital, and even Junior Chen and Zhou Dongyi arrived, but Han Yi still stayed in the Eastern Capital and did not make any move.

Not only him, but the Han Family didn't send a single person either.

After hearing Qiu Yan's words, Han Bian silent for a moment before saying, "It is indeed my father. I heard that you and my daughter have some connection."

"I see, Han Wei'er is your daughter." Qiu Yan nodded upon hearing this, showing no surprise. "Back when I encountered Prince Yan in the outer town of Eastern Capital, it was a kind of exchange of blows with you from afar. Those items like the Spring and Autumn Brush, the Northern Abyss Jade Basin, and the Literary Thought Paperweight, Han Wei'er obtained them from you, right? Judging from this, your strength is definitely not at the level you're currently displaying..."

As Qiu Yan spoke, a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes. "Having such a foundation, yet not displaying it, reveals a certain depth. I wonder if Scholar Han would be willing to explain it clearly? When I mentioned the foreign invasion earlier, your reaction was somewhat strange. Could it be related to the foreign tribes? However, given your perspective, the Grasslands tribes should be beneath your notice. In that case, it's very likely related to the Beyond Heaven?"

Han Bian's expression changed several times, from initial surprise to eventual calm. After Qiu Yan finished speaking, he smiled and sighed, "If these things are truly what you deduced from the slightest clues, then it's terrifying. I thought I had overestimated you, but in the end, I underestimated you. However, I cannot answer your questions, not because I don't want to, but because I cannot. Answering them would be harmful and not beneficial to Donghua."

"Does it involve Karma?" Qiu Yan nodded. "In that case, I won't say anything more. However, as long as it wasn't said personally or voluntarily, it's fine."

"Hmm?" Han Bian was taken aback. "From what you're saying, sir, you don't intend to kill me or ruin my career?"

Qiu Yan glanced at him. "It's unfair to measure everything solely by life and death. You stole the Fortune, a serious crime. To simply die or lose your Karmic Sin!"

Before he could finish speaking, Qiu Yan grabbed Han Bian, who screamed in agony as his body trembled violently and billowing black smoke seeped from his pores—all due to his Karmic Sin!

"You shall bear this punishment, but I must eliminate the hidden dangers in officialdom as soon as possible, so as to prepare for the expansion of the Humanistic Divine Path. Tian Youqing and the others have been jumping around for quite some time now."

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