The final diary

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Qi'an thought of the rule that "those who pry into the secrets of Tianji Tianji be bound by them," and decisively shut his mouth.

"Grandma, what did you see?"

Lina instinctively asked a question, then immediately remembered the rule of the Heaven Gu Tribe: "See through it but don't say it!"

The prophets of the Heaven Gu Tribe have always followed this rule.

Lina knew the consequences of revealing the Tianji —the entire tribe went to the prophet's house for dinner.

All eyes were focused on Heaven Gu Granny, on her face, and everyone began to interpret her appearance.

Heaven Gu Granny looks towards the south; the future she foresees is related to the Southern Frontier and the Gu God.

Her expression was solemn, but more than anything, it showed confusion and bewilderment, indicating that she herself could not decipher the foreseen future.

Heaven Gu Granny's complexion wasn't too bad, at least it wasn't a terrible thing. Hmm, if you look closely, her features are quite beautiful. She must have been an outstanding beauty when she was young.

As everyone's thoughts raced, Heaven Gu Granny gradually calmed down, leaning on her cane, and said in a kind tone:

"I just glimpsed some perplexing aspects of the future. I cannot go into details, nor can I currently determine whether it is good or bad. But rest assured, it is not a direct, terrible disaster."

Upon hearing this, the Transcendent experts in the hall nodded in understanding; this was roughly what they had expected.

This meeting yielded two results: advancing to the Martial God may require Fate; Carving Knife knows the method for advancing to the Martial God!

The next goal is clear: once Zhao Shou is promoted to the Second Rank, help the Carving Knife break the seal.

Huaiqing concluded:

"The northward migration of the Gu Race cannot be delayed. After the leaders return to the Southern Frontier, they should immediately gather their people to move north. The Yongzhou market town is barely able to accommodate the seven Gu Race, so you will need to expand it yourselves. After the autumn harvest, winter will come, and the imperial court will provide provisions, fodder, cotton clothing, and other supplies."

I'd be very happy if Long Tu provided food and lodging.

She then looked at the other Transcendent experts and said in a deep voice:

"Each of us must cultivate ourselves to face the great calamity."

After the meeting, Lina took her father, Long Tu, to see her Mosang, Mosang, who was now a centurion in the Imperial Guard, responsible for security at the south gate of the palace.

Like Miao Youfang, he was a confidant of the Empress.

As Long Tu approached the south gate, he saw his son, whom he hadn't seen for half a year, in the distance. He was dressed in armor and patrolling back and forth on the city wall.

"Mosang!"

Long Tu loudly summoned his son.

The sound roared like thunder.

The imperial guards on and below the city walls were startled. They instinctively gripped their sword hilts and looked around frantically, searching for the source of the sound.

Mosang leaped down from the city wall and, steeling himself, rushed over. Before he even got close, his voice rang out:

"Father, this is the palace, you can't shout, you can't shout."

Lina nodded vigorously:

"Father, my brother thinks you're a disgrace."

Long Tu's eyes widened, and with a slap of his large, fan-like hand, he knocked Mosang to the ground, shattering the blue bricks.

"Don't hit me! Don't hit me!" Mosang pleaded repeatedly, feeling aggrieved.

"Father, I'm now a centurion in the Imperial Guards, with so many subordinates watching. Please give me some face."

"What face are you trying to save!" Long Tu glared and said in a gruff voice:

"I'll beat you in front of your own people, so what's the problem?"

"No problem, no problem." Mosang readily agreed, but muttered to himself, "This father of mine is such a roughneck."

Long Tu glanced at the Imperial Guards who were closely watching the commotion in the distance, smiling and pointing. His expression softened slightly as he said:

"What rank is a centurion?"

Mosang suddenly perked up and boasted:

"A centurion is Principal Sixth Rank, commanding 120 soldiers. It's a hereditary position. Father, do you know what hereditary means? It means that when I die, you can inherit it. Oh no, it means when I die, my son can inherit it."

"When I go out now, even ordinary people will call me 'Sir' or 'Lord'."

Even high-ranking officials in the court have to treat me with utmost respect. I am someone who has shed blood for the Great Feng, and I am also a direct descendant of His Majesty. No one dares to offend me.

He stood tall and proud, his face beaming.

His expression and posture were like that of a successful son showing off to his father, hoping to receive praise.

But Long Tu merely snorted:

"If you ever can't make a living, remember to come back and farm or hunt."

After saying that, he turned and left with his beloved daughter Lina.

Mosang curled his lip, turned around and roared at the group of imperial guards:

"What are you looking at, you bunch of brats?"

After walking for a while, Long Tu stopped, looked back at the indistinct outline of the South Gate, and remained silent.

Lina glanced cautiously at her father and saw a rare tenderness and relief in the eyes of this rugged and impetuous man.

On a sunny afternoon, the autumn air was dry and bothersome.

In a brothel in the inner city, Song Tingfeng, dressed in the uniform of Silver Gong official, held a wine pot in his hand and tapped the railing with the other, echoing the music coming from the stage on the first floor.

Zhu Guangxiao remained as sullen as ever, drinking and eating by himself, occasionally groping the beautiful women serving him.

Opposite him stood Xu Yuanhuai, whose expression was equally cold and aloof, like an ice cube. Perhaps because the guest's demeanor was too cold, the woman serving him was somewhat reserved.

"My beauty, don't be so reserved!" Song Tingfeng snapped out of his daze, putting his arm around his "waitress" as he laughed.

"Once we get into the room and onto the bed, you'll see just how arrogant he is."

Xu Yuanhuai was already used to Song Tingfeng's personality and continued drinking without any expression.

Song Tingfeng shook his head and sighed:

Boring!

"Two tight-lipped creatures! It was so much better when Ningyan was around. It's been so long since I sparred with him. Yuanhuai, you're nothing like him."

Xu Yuanhuai still ignored him.

Song Tingfeng then said:

"You're of marriageable age now. Has your family found a matchmaker for you?"

Xu Yuanhuai shook his head:

"My home is already chaotic enough. My mother worries every day that my sisters-in-law will fight. I don't want to marry another woman and cause her more trouble. I'll think about it in a few years."

And it's fine as it is now.

Xu Yuanhuai put down his wine glass, picked up the woman beside him, and went into the inner room.

Song Tingfeng squinted, slightly tipsy, and continued listening to the music.

Peace, that's wonderful.

"In the first year of Huaiqing, on the third day of the ninth month, there was frost and dew."

I can't help but want to write in my diary again. For me, for my friends, and for the people of the Central Plains, this is probably the calm before the storm.

When the great calamity comes, all living beings will suffer, and all living beings in the Nine Provinces will be sacrificed to become offerings for the Transcendent Rank to replace the Heavenly Dao.

But before that, I can use my pen to jot down bits and pieces about them. Well, I made myself a charcoal pencil to improve my writing speed, but unfortunately, even with the charcoal pencil, my handwriting is still terrible.

The migration of the Gu Race is complete. They are temporarily residing in the market town of Guan City, where they are provided with food and supplies by the imperial court. They are very well-behaved, with the only drawback being that the people of the Strength Gu Tribe have an enormous appetite.

Well, during this investigation of the Gu Race, I also had several in-depth conversations with Luan Yu. She proposed to become my concubine and come back to the capital with me.

What a foolish woman! Wouldn't it be better to be the leader of the Love Gu Tribe? There are vixens, Luo Yuheng, the Empress, and the Flying Swallow Heroine in the capital. The waters are too deep for her to handle.

All she needs to do is grasp the future.

"In the first year of Huaiqing, on the fifth day of the ninth month."

The Fate the Northern Territory were plundered by the Shaman God, and the demon and barbarian races were wiped out. The remnants entered Chu Prefecture and became part of the Great Feng.

The Nine-Tailed Fox should have already set sail with the descendants of Gods and Devils, and has finished handling all matters on all sides, only waiting for the great calamity to arrive.

Lingyin has advanced to the Seventh Rank. Long Tu entrusted me to take her to the Southern Frontier to absorb the blood and qi of the Gu God. Her talent is terrifying. If I give her another ten years, I, Half-Step Martial God, will be out of the picture.

Besides me, the most talented person in the Xu Household is Lingyin, followed by Lingyue.

A few days ago, Lingyue officially became a nun and entered Numinous Treasure Temple, becoming the direct disciple of True Person Banyue. Lingyue possesses extremely high talent for cultivation, and entering Numinous Treasure Temple is a good choice, much better than getting married, having children, and becoming a sheltered young woman confined to her chambers.

Because of this incident, her aunt almost committed suicide by jumping into a well to coerce Lingyue into changing her mind, but she was unsuccessful.

It's understandable that Auntie was devastated, because Erlang and Wang Simu's wedding was postponed. In Erlang's words, "How can one start a family if Transcendent Rank is not yet extinguished!"

With the great calamity approaching, he had no intention of getting married. After all, if the Great Feng could not withstand the calamity, everyone would die, and marriage would be meaningless.

But the aunt still hoped that Erlang would get married soon so that she could have Sunzi. After all, her eldest daughter had become a nun, and although her eldest son was a womanizer with many wives and concubines, none of them had laid a child.

If not Erlang, are we supposed to rely on Lingyin?

Judging from Lingyin's style, when she grows up, she'll most likely say, "Mother, your son has gone out to conquer the world. I'll come back to see you after I've unified the land!"

"In the first year of Huaiqing, on the sixth day of the ninth month..."

Today, Yuanshuang also became a disciple of the Directorate of Astronomy of the Superintendent Observatory. However, she was not a direct disciple, but rather Sun Xuanji accepted her as a disciple on behalf of his master. From then on, Yuanshuang became a member of the "Mutes Faction".

As long as you're not a Superintendent, everything is fine. After all, becoming a disciple of the Superintendent requires at least ten years of brain thrombosis, which is hardly a good thing.

Among the members of the Heaven and Earth Society, Asuro has gone into seclusion, supposedly to make a breakthrough in his practice of the Vajra Dharma Idol and prepare to attempt to reach the First Rank.

Li Miaozhen traveled the world, performing acts of chivalry and accumulating merit. Before leaving, she drank with me until dawn, but before the great calamity, we never saw each other again.

Master Hengyuan is now the abbot of Azure Dragon Temple and has been incorporated into Mahayana Buddhism. He has switched to the Chan Master System and is assisting the Arhat Du'e in writing Buddhist scriptures and doctrines.

The Holy Son is completely bedridden, and apart from periodically going to the Directorate of Astronomy to request kidney-tonifying and body-strengthening pills, he is rarely seen.

Lina and Lingyin were as carefree as ever, laughing and joking. "Fools are good, fools have no worries." Hmm, as I'm writing this, an orange cat walks past the window. I suspect it's Daoist Jinlian, but I'm too embarrassed to call it out on it.

"In the first year of Huaiqing, on the eighth day of the ninth month."

He went to the Directorate of Astronomy and brought Zhong Li to the Xu Residence.

Surprisingly, Chu Caiwei managed the Directorate of Astronomy quite well. Her greatest achievement was inaction; this is the power of the legendary "governing by doing nothing"?

"In the first year of Huaiqing, on the tenth day of the ninth month."

Lin'an started, alas, she's not pregnant. Luo Yuheng, Yeji, and Mu Nanzhi's bellies aren't showing either. It seems it really is my problem.

Having difficulty conceiving is one thing, but I'm worried about reproductive isolation; saying that makes me sound less than human.

"In the year of Huaiqing, on the eighteenth day of the ninth month, frost fell."

During the Great Feng term of Dafeng, we are to worship our ancestors within three generations today. Under the guidance of my second uncle, Erlang and I worshipped our grandfather.

Afterwards, I saw my second uncle secretly worshipping the unfilial son with Yuanshuang and Yuanhuai.

In the afternoon, I had tea with Duke Wei. He said that if there were a future, he wanted to resign from his official post and return to his hometown, traveling the world with the Empress Dowager. I thought to myself, "Don't plant your flag recklessly, or you'll end up with nothing but empty promises."

But then I remembered my promise to Mu Nanzhi, and I fell silent.

When she met Wei Yuan, she forgot to bring Zhong Li, which caused her to be bumped into by Xu Lingyin, who was running around blindly with her eyes closed, breaking two of her ribs.

"In the first year of Huaiqing, on the sixth day of the tenth month."

With one month left until the great calamity, I made a special trip to visit some old friends. Head Constable Wang and the Kuaishou brothers hadn't changed much; for them, ordinariness was the greatest happiness.

County Magistrate Zhu was promoted, but was reassigned to Yongzhou.

Lü Qing is now the Chief Constable of the Six Doors, her official position is rising higher and higher, and her cultivation is becoming stronger and stronger, but she still hasn't married. Why bother? Sigh!

Miao Youfang is doing well in the Imperial Guard, having already reached the Fourth Rank, and is just waiting to accumulate seniority or earn military merit to be promoted to commander.

In the afternoon, I went to a brothel with Song Tingfeng, Zhu Guangxiao Brother Chun to listen to music. In order to prevent Brother Chun from going crazy, I deliberately sent the poor little guy back to the Directorate of Astronomy.

Guangxiao's wife is pregnant, but Song Tingfeng remains single. I know what he wants, I know he longs for the bustling little road, where every dusk and dawn, the road is covered in frost. Therefore, he is unwilling to get married.

The Nightwatchers's office holds many memories for me. Now that I think about it, even the Zhu father and son are an important part of those memories. That blow to the Zhu family cleaved open my brilliant and extraordinary life.

"In the first year of Huaiqing, on the eighth day of the tenth month."

Today I went to the Northeast and Southern Frontier. Within a hundred miles of Jingshan City, all living things have disappeared. The power of the Shaman God continues to spread, and mortals cannot survive under His oppressive aura.

The natives and most animals of the Southern Frontier have been completely corrupted by Gu. Fortunately, during this time, the Gu Race leaders have been going to the Southern Frontier to eliminate Gu beasts, so no Transcendent Gu beasts have been born.

Time is running out for Nine Provinces.

"The first year of Huaiqing, the eleventh day of the tenth month."

This is my last diary entry; I want to write some things that I only want to say to myself.

When I first came to this world, I was filled with confusion and fear about Nine Provinces, a land teeming with Transcendent power. So I only wanted to live a boring life with three wives and four concubines and a fortune, and I had no desire to pursue power and strength.

Unfortunately, my fate was sealed the day I awoke.

At first, what propelled me forward was fate and crisis, which forced me to improve myself frantically, just to survive.

Zhende, the Shaman God Cult, Buddhist Order, the Superintendent, Xu Pingfeng —these people, these forces, they have always been chasing me, pushing me forward.

Later, I don't know when it started, I began to take the initiative to do things for the people around me and for the people of the Central Plains. For this, I was willing to be furious and risk my life.

Perhaps it began when I swung my sword at my superior for the sake of a young girl; perhaps it began when I shouted "I will not be an official" for Lord Zheng and for the people of Chu Prefecture.

But regardless, I now know exactly what I want.

During this time, I often recalled my past life experiences. I can still clearly remember my parents' voices and smiles, the bright lights of the metropolis, and the busy office workers.

I suddenly realized that although life in my previous life was tiring, at least most people were able to live peacefully and happily.

But the people and creatures of Nine Provinces Nine Provinces in a world where imperial power and strength reign supreme, and the weak are born to be slaughtered.

But these are not the most cruel aspects; the resurgence of the Transcendent Rank is the true catastrophe.

What I am doing now can be described in four phrases: to establish a moral compass for heaven and earth, to Establishing Destiny for the people, to continue the lost learning of the past sages, and to usher in an era of Peace for all generations.

The four sentences I wrote to impress Erlang back then have actually haunted my entire life, even though it was only three short years.

Fate is truly wondrous.

Finally, among the women with whom I have had emotional entanglements, my favorite is Mu Nanzhi. Perhaps it's because she's beautiful, or perhaps it's because of her personality; it's hard to say, because love itself is hard to explain.

The one I feel most sorry for is Zhong Li. She's always so unlucky, and when she's hurt, she likes to look at you with those soft, doe-like eyes. Tell me, what man wouldn't feel sorry for her?

The person I respect most is Li Miaozhen, simply because of one sentence. "Do good deeds and don't worry about the future."

I couldn't do it before, but I can do it now. And she has always been doing it.

My favorite is Lin'an. She is a lotus flower that grows from the mud. Born into royalty, she still retains her innocent and carefree nature. Her kindness to me is wholehearted and sincere.

The person I value most is Huaiqing. She is an undisputed strong woman, ambitious, resourceful, and capable, but not ruthless. She is a person of flesh and blood, and I have Wei Yuan and Layman Ziyang to thank for this.

Their teachings played a vital guiding role in Huaiqing.

I am most grateful to Luo Yuheng. Apart from Duke Wei, she has been the most kind to me. From killing Zhende of Arc to traveling the world, and then to the rebellion in Yunzhou, she has always been by my side and risked her life for me.

For women, priceless treasures are easy to find, but a loving man is hard to come by. For men, what reason do you have not to love a woman who is willing to weather the storms with you?

Yeji is the only woman who makes me feel like a "master" in feudal times. Saying this makes me, a Half-Step Martial God, feel sad, but it's true. Apart from Yeji, the other fish are not to be underestimated. No, they are torches.

If I'm not careful, I'll get myself into trouble and find myself in Asura situation.

Well, right now, the woman I most want to sleep with is the Nine-Tailed Fox.

A peerless enchantress, with unparalleled beauty and charm.

Of course, I don't plan to put this idea into action right now, since she's overseas and I can't reach her.

Xu Qi'an!

October 13th.

At the Cloud Deer Academy, Zhao Shou, dressed in a scarlet official robe, meticulously ascended the steps and arrived at the Sub-Sage's Hall.

PS: It should be chapter 98, I made a mistake and wrote Daoist Jinlian Zhao Shou. The Dean was always at the Third Rank Great Perfection. After entering the court as an official, he accumulated his Fate and was able to be promoted to the Second Rank. Before, he only had the combat power comparable to the Second Rank by relying on his Confucian Crown and Carving Knife.