Tianjin was the throat of the Great Xin Dynasty, the gateway to Jade Capital.
Since ancient times, whether grain barges came from the south or seagoing ships headed east, a thousand sails raced forward and ten thousand vessels vied for the current, all passing through this place.
Beyond Tianjin, a wall of iron and blood seemingly forged by nature, lay the heartland: Jade Capital City, which had borne the Former Dynasty's Dynastic Fortune for thousands of years and was now occupied by the Beiyang Commander-in-Chief.
At that moment, a black-sailed ship as massive as a floating fortress was heading north against the current of the Jin River, its waters churning with hidden swells.
Every elite from every trade who had survived and earned the right to search the National Treasury for treasure, along with the young prodigies of every faction, had gathered aboard it.
Bang, bang-bang—!
Inside a fairly spacious first-class cabin, muffled bursts of compressed air sounded without end.
"Junior Brother, people are fighting outside again! This one's making quite a racket. Come watch the show."
Qin Zhong's voice came through the door, brimming with excitement at the prospect of chaos.
Inside, Li Xiang ignored him completely. His movements did not falter in the slightest.
His feet rooted to the wooden floor like the tangled roots of an old tree as it rocked gently with the river waves, he immersed himself in a martial state of mind too profound for words.
He was practicing the Crossing Fist of the Xingyi Five Elements Fist.
Of the five elements, Crossing Fist belonged to Earth and governed the spleen.
Earth held the center. Its deep virtue bore all things; it could give life to all things and embrace them as well.
Li Xiang moved exceedingly slowly. His arms crossed and wound before