Thousand Autumns
/ Thousand Autumns Chapter 80.89
Published at 13th of June 2021 09:36:09 PM
chapter 80
“ Except for the self, there is nothing else.
— AFTER YAN WUSHI HAD LEFT, SHEN QIAO IMPATIENTLY TRIED to force open his
acupoint. Moreover, he worried how Yan Wushi would fare if he fell into Sang Jingxing’s
hands with his present wugong. The true qi within him circulated through his meridians
with excessive force for a moment, almost wanting to break out of his body. All that
filled his mind then was how his heart burned, as though it were being scorched,
before freezing over as though having fallen into a pit of ice. His entire person became
dizzied, such that he could not even determine the passage of time around him. It was
as though he had fallen into a state that was like that of a dream, yet still very real.
Part of this was the resulting torment of his body temperature alternating between hot
and cold; another part of it was because of his mind. It was as though his
consciousness wanted more than anything to separate from his body, but because it
was still tethered to this world by a single thread. From beginning to end, it was still
firmly bound to his body, forced against its will to travel alongside the chaotic
circulation of true qi, which rushed about with such fervor that it left him nauseous and
his four limbs unbearably numb.
The first half of Shen Qiao’s life passed him without much difficulty. Xuandu Mountain
was like a barrier that separated him from the dangers of the outside world.
Not only him, but all the others who resided upon Xuandu Mountain, including even
the obsessively ambitious Yu Ai. They had nearly broken away from this world, and
looked upon mortal affairs with a sort of naivete and expectation that all was fair.
However, because there was Xuandu Mountain, and because Qi Fengge had led them
and kept them away from the wind and the rain, none of them had ever paid attention
to the world beneath the mountain.
After that, however, it was as though Shen Qiao’s life had been split into two halves,
with Banbu Peak delineating this split. The former half was filled with comfort and ease;
the latter with the continuous rise and billow of ocean waves.
He had experienced a number of circumstances in which death would have been a far
more preferable choice than life. He had seen both the kindness and cruelty of
humanity—and in the end, his heart possessed not the slightest hatred. But even if he
had, it had died with Guanzhu and Chuyi, the way that it had when he had taken in a
disciple named Shiwu, just the way that it had when he fought alongside Bixia Sect,
and the way that it had the moment that Yan Wushi had done this so as to ward off
Sang Jingxing, vanishing with him like that of smoke and dispersed clouds, leaving not
a trace behind.
This thought fell upon his heart like that of a cold drop of water, scattering once it
made contact with warmth.
At that moment, his mind appeared to have thoroughly removed itself from his physical
body, from the Buddha statue that sheltered him, and from the small temple, arriving
at an unknown place—a vast realm that escaped language. All types of pain gradually
vanished from his body, leaving him further unaware, yet before his eyes came a
sudden light like that from the sun and moon illuminating the mountains and ocean
from far above, or the droplets scattered by a fish leaping into an ocean wave, shining
upon the stars.
His stopped acupoint slowly opened. The true qi that flowed through his body brought
with it a warm current, returning strength to his limbs and bones that had once become
numb.
Shen Qiao felt as though he had become a fish that, with a swish of its tail, was able to
leap into the boundless universe, inundated with stars. A steady, rhythmic sound
reverberated past him—the sound of water droplets weighing down the leaves which
carried them before sliding from them impatiently and falling upon the surface of a
deep pond, shattering the surrounding tranquility.
As he raised his head to look at the world outside, he sent a ripple through the deep
and transparent waters. A profound sensation that could not be described, but only
experienced, spread through him.
The droplets of water falling into the pond seemed more like it was falling upon his
heart.
All the world shifted with it.
A severe winter transformed into a warm spring in an instant. The flowing waters
around him had even become warm and harmonious. The countless other fishes
around him had quickly swam away. With a nod of their heads and shake of their tails,
they swam further ahead in a lively manner. The moon and stars floated upon the
surface of the water in fragments, carrying its magnificent luster and dazzling light
around it beneath, resembling a part of the galaxy.
Shen Qiao closed his eyes, feeling as though he had concluded the life that he had led
with the fishes, before once more being reincarnated into a life in the expansive pool
of water, waiting every day to fill it to the brim, for the flowers that bloomed around the
pond to pour out their worries, for them to fall and seal him there, within the waters.
With the turn of one hand comes the clouds of spring; with the turn of another comes
the rains of autumn. The clear sound of a clock resonates; the flowering peach
blossoms fill the trees.
He suddenly remembered a sentence from the Zhuyang Ce:
Except for the self, there is nothing else.
Shen Qiao still remembered when he had first come upon this very line, back when his
shizun had given him his volume of the Zhuyang Ce. Although he had used the true qi
of the Zhuyang Ce to reconstruct his foundations after having fought against imminent
death, this did not mean that he thoroughly understood every sentence within the
Zhuyang Ce.
At the time, before he had come upon this sentence, he had read another: The self
that enters the mind of the other, may do as they please.
Now this, he could understand somewhat. Frankly put, when one studies
swordsmanship, they must understand jian xin, or the will of the double-edged sword.
One who studies the equivalent with a single-edged sword must understand dao xin,
the accompanying will of the single-edged sword, just as well. One must know their
enemies before they are able to come unscathed through a hundred battles.
But in this way, the “other” and the “self” will have become one. Except for the self,
there is nothing else. How can they be told apart in such a way?
Shen Qiao at first believed that this was either written erroneously, or that Tao Hongjin
himself hadn’t thought about this to such an extent when he had written this.
However, at this moment, he suddenly understood the implicit meaning of this
sentence, feeling somewhat as though he had taken a roundabout path after hitting a
wall with his thinking.
Humanity existed within the liminal space between heaven and earth. There must first
be a self, before there can be an other. One judges others by comparing them to
oneself, the way that one may judge other living things. If one is unhappy, their world
is unhappy; if one is without sorrow, so follows their world. For the joy in one’s heart
Bai Rong laughed sweetly: “Xiao-shixiong, you really do like to weave all sorts of tales
about me every hour of the day. Could it be that you think that shizun will treat you
more favorably if you cut me down? Don’t forget that you belong to Yuan-zongzhu first
and foremost. If you want to change your status, then show some good faith. What use
is there in attacking a little girl like me?”
Baoyun, who stood by Yan Shou’s side, suddenly opened his mouth to speak: “We
haven’t yet found who we were looking for, and here you all are starting internal
disputes. Is this how Yuan-zongzhu and Sang-zhanglao teach their disciples?”
The tone of this voice was severe and ghastly, sharply contrasting with his solemn,
dignified appearance of a monk.
However, the effects were obvious. Bai Rong and Xiao Se immediately shut their
mouths and didn’t say another word.
Yan Shou glanced around once more. His line of sight finally fell upon the large statue
of Buddha. He paused, before taking a step towards it.
His actions attracted the attention of the others. Even Baoyun said: “Yi1, this statue of
Buddha is quite large. If it's hollow on the inside, then it could hide someone inside.”
Yan Shou looked the status up and down, starting from the top of its head down to the
pedestal it sat upon, before suddenly extending his hand and pulling away the sheet of
fabric it sat upon. After seeing the marks left upon the sheet of fabric, he laughed
coldly, and immediately struck the statue!
With Zhang Feng2 aimed right at the center, the crack on top quickly spidered
throughout the statue. A loud crash followed, and the Buddhist statue split into four!
There really was someone within it!
Everyone present gazed upon the figure that was hidden within the statue. Yan Shou
laughed loudly and flew towards them like an eagle hunting its prey—he threw himself
towards the man before him!
Before he had even made it there, his Zhang Feng had already swept across the area,
as sudden as the madness of wind and strong rain, the skies were filled with bloody
shadows—as cold as winter cutting into bone, filled with a ghastly dread coming down
1 咦 yi: an expression of surprise.
2 掌風:zhang feng. I believe this is the name of Yan Shou’s technique. Zhang = open
palm; feng = gust; wind; phoenix.
in torrents. It was enough to make someone feel as though they were being concealed
by the bloody shadow of Zhang Feng from head to toe while being taken by surprise.
There wouldn’t have been any room for them to have run—they would only tremble
with fear as hopelessness took over their hearts.
Even if Shen Qiao possessed the strength he had in the past, he would have been
caught completely unprepared against the palm of Yan Shou’s Zhang Feng—so large it
was that it blotted out even the skies—much less with the strength that he possessed
now, which was exhausted from having battled the four of them earlier.
When they had fought earlier, Yan Shou had feared how Shen Qiao reached the state
of jian xin. However, he had made out the details of Shen Qiao’s condition. He had
realized that Shen Qiao’s present internal strength was completely unable to sustain
any jian state. In short, though Shen Qiao’s progress on jian dao had developed
quickly, his foundational internal strength was unable to keep up. And this fatal flaw
wasn’t something that could have changed within the short amount of time he was
hiding for.
Therefore, he believed that this strike would at least be able to pin Shen Qiao down
where he was and leave him unable to act in an unpleasant situation, even if it wasn’t
strong enough to inflict serious damage upon the other man.
Just as he thought this, his Zhang Feng glided towards its target. The distance
between Yan Shou and Shen Qiao shrank quickly—yet the other man quickly blocked
him just in time!
Before Yan Shou’s eyes was a sea of white light, filled with cold, ominous killing intent.
It had even suppressed Yan Shou’s Zhang Feng and overflowed its bloodied shadows
as jian qi closed in on Yan Shou’s face!
“Yan-zhanglao, be careful!” Xiao Se shouted.
Yan Shou didn’t need Xiao Se shouting his throat out; he had already quickly retreated.
The others didn’t stand by and watch. Baoyun had leapt up and grabbed at Shen Qiao
from another direction.
Shen Qiao drew his sword, while jian qi followed the sword’s body, overflowing as it did
before being cleansed by true qi. A flash of teal fabric floated past elegantly, almost
seeming to transform into a bluish-green bow of light, and was only further enhanced
with and by the blade’s light—the sight of it was indistinguishably dazzling.
These weren’t truly empty words. Shen Qiao was fighting one against two, and up until
now, he hasn’t seemed to have exhausted himself. Not only Baoyun was unable to deal
with him—even Yan Shou was clearly showing signs of being close to defeat.
How could a single person suddenly become this strong?!
Xiao Se could only think this with such indeterminable bewilderment. He even
wondered if Yan Wushi had imitated the dual cultivation methods of Hehuan Sect—but
even if he had, the results wouldn’t be anywhere near this extent of Shen Qiao’s
improvement, especially within this short span of time.
He scoffed coldly, and felt disinclined to continue arguing with Bai Rong. Instead, he
continued to watch the battle that took place on top of the roof.
However, in the short time that the two of them had exchanged a handful of words, it
seemed that it was already clear who had won and who had lost the battle that took
place on the roof.
chapter 81
“ Stupid Shen-lang!
The hearts of Hehuan Sect’s people were not completely identical. This was very much
clear from Shen Xiao and Yan Shou’s battle.
Although Shen Qiao had reopened his acupoints earlier, his strength could not have
advanced this significantly so as to reach its peak within the span of an evening. At its
best, his meridians were able to expand, allowing him to recover some of his strength.
And his strength at present wasn’t much different from that of Yan Shou. However,
fighting against Yan Shou and Baoyun would be a more strenuous task.
But Baoyun gradually decided not to interfere after seeing how Shen Qiao focused all
of his energy into pursuing Yan Shou. He allowed Shen Qiao to ride out his winning
streak, while Yan Shou was beset by one problem after another.
Yan Shou was filled with great hatred. Moreover, he did not want to be underestimated
by the rest, so he wanted more than anything to kill Shen Qiao on his own.
Who knew that the Shen Qiao of the present was completely incomparable to the Shen
Qiao of the past. His Shanhe Tongbei sword was enough to ward anyone from
approaching him. Yan Shou had wanted to change from his defensive position to an
offensive one, but remained unable to for fear of the screen of light from the other
man’s sword. Amidst the light, the powerful and infamous “Bloodstained Monk” had
been suppressed to the point of being unable to land a single strike on his target. He
knit his eyebrows severely as he wore a grave and stern expression, as beads of sweat
appeared on his forehead.
He was cornered. Inevitably at some point, he was careless, and at that very moment,
the light of the Shanhe Tongbei sword expanded vigorously, heading straight between
Yan Shou’s eyebrows.
Baoyun naturally could not sit and watch as Yan Shou lost his life before his eyes. If he
had, then it would be difficult to explain once he returned to Hehuan Sect.
“What are you two standing there staring there for?!” he shouted directly at Xiao Se
and Bai Rong.
As he did this, he raised one hand and prepared to strike in Shen Qiao’s direction.
Xiao Se and Bi Rong could no longer stand on the sidelines and watch the way that
they were. They immediately entered the battle, each one prepared to attack Shen
Qiao.
However, when two experts are battling, a myriad of changes can take place within the
blink of an eye. The moment that they had already made an attempt to interfere with
the battle, they already heard Yan Shou’s tragic cries. This omen of death arose from
within the curtain of light emitted from the sword; and as the light vanished, did it
come crashing down.
An arm tumbled down from the roof to the ground. The moment they caught sight of
it, they knew that it was clear that Yan Shou had lost his upper arm. He repeatedly fell
made an attempt to retreat, trying to stop the bleeding as he dea as he wore a face
hideously distorted by pain. He, too, nearly fell from the roof, naturally unable to
participate in battle again.
Baoyun and Shen Qiao exchanged a number of moves in their battles, before the man
came to the sudden realization that Shen Qiao did not use up all of his strength in
battling Yan Shou just then. Rather, the jian qi of his sword remained abundant, and
flowed without pause; Baoyun considered the advantages and disadvantages of
prolonging this battle, and believed that, even if he emerged victorious, it would be a
wretched sort of victory. Moreover, he did not have any sort of profound hatred for
Shen Qiao. Even if he were to kill him, it would not be much to his advantage. It would
have been better to use a little over half of his strength so as to prevent Shen Qiao
from fulfilling his desire to kill Yan Shou instead of engaging with him for very long.
Right then, Xiao Se shouted: “Baoyun-zhanglao, Yan-zhanglao isn’t looking good!”
Outside of having lost his arm, Yan Shou’s entire body was covered in dozens of
internal and external wounds of varying sizes. At that moment, he had lost a significant
amount of blood. Even if he had closed his acupoint to stop the blood from flowing, he
would have had to circulate his inner strength and breathing. It wouldn’t have reduced
the bleeding by any significant means anyway. The more fatal thing was that the
technique Yan Shou utilized to earn his reputation as the Bloodstained Monk required
the use of the right hand that he had lost. Even if they were able to save his life, his
strength would be reduced by a significant amount with the loss of this hand. And this,
for those who studied wugong, would be the most fatal blow.
His mind was filled with hate for Shen Qiao, and hate for Baoyun and the others who
only stood and watched. Combined with hate and anger, he could only faint away.
Baoyun, upon hearing these words, took advantage of this opportunity to escape.
“Shen Qiao! There will come a day where you will repay in full for the crime you
committed of wounding an elder of our Hehuan Sect!”
Shen Qiao responded lightly: “There isn’t a better day than today, is there? Why wait
for some other time when we can settle things here now!”
Immediately after saying this, he pointed his sword in Yan Shou’s direction and flew
directly towards him. Clearly he was taking advantage of the brief moment wherein the
man would be unable to strike back and kill him at once!”
Baoyun was taken aback. It seemed that he did not expect Shen Qiao to be so
persistent .At once, he rushed ahead, with one hand ready to strike him
It was right at this moment that Bai Rong flew past. With the slender fingers of her soft
white hands, she produced sky blue lotus flowers, their appearance fine and exquisite,
elegant and charming—it was too much for anyone’s eyes to take in.
However, Shen Qiao’s sword swept across them, and the curtain of light from his sword
split into tens of thousands of images in a split second, forcibly dispelling Baoyun and
Bai Rong’s offensive maneuvers, even causing Bai Rong to strike Baoyun with one of
her hands.
“Bai Rong!” Baoyun shouted, angrily.
capital. I must ask, has something happened here? Did those subjects wrong His
Majesty in some way?”
“Oh, they certainly did,” the soldier said. “His Majesty wants to rebuild the Imperial
Palace. These people’s fathers and brothers, or perhaps even their husbands, were
once subjects of the Imperial Court. Every single one of them submitted a memorial to
the Emperor expressing their opposition against reconstruction, infuriating His Majesty.
They were the ones who caused this.”
“Rebuild the palace?” Shen Qiao said, taken aback. “According to what this poor
Daoist knows, His Majesty is hardworking and spends very little, as though he were one
to not seek a life of comfort and pleasure.”
“Daozhang, I must offer you some advice,” the soldier said nervously. “Do not ever
utter these words once more when you reach the city! The former Emperor indeed did
not spend luxuriously and loved his people. But this new Emperor isn’t like this at all!
The crown prince didn’t even observe his father’s death for even a full month. He even
said to the people that they didn’t have to either. We don’t even have to mention what
happened to those who submitted an opposition against him!”
As Shen Qiao listened to his words, his expression had darkened greatly. His heart
nearly skipped a beat from astonishment.
Yuwen Yong had died?
chapter 82
“ It was elder cousin who killed uncle!
The soldier, upon seeing the great change in Shen Qiao’s expression, believed that he
was unable to accept this news, and said so as to comfort him: “The former Emperor
was never fond of Buddhist or Daoist teachings. However, now that His Majesty has
ascended the throne, he has relaxed the restrictions once placed upon Buddhism and
Daoism. He even renewed Buddhism’s position as the state religion. Daozhang, you
should be able to walk freely throughout Chang’an city. There is no need to fear that
you will be pulled away and interrogated.”
Shen Qiao smiled bitterly. Is this what they call good fortune found in miserable
circumstances?
“Then why is it that His Majesty refuses to observe the mourning period for his father?”
The moment that he said this, both soldiers had completely tensed. They glanced
about left and right and, once they noticed no one was paying any heed to their words,
said in a low voice: “How could we possibly know something like that?! Daozhang, it
would be better if you didn’t ask so many questions!”
Shen Qiao asked once more: “In that case, do you know of the current status of the
Prince of Qi, Yuwen Xian5?”
They were some of the lowest rank of soldiers; the last known whereabouts of the
Prince of Qi was indeed something that they would not be involved with knowing.
As a result, Shen Qiao no longer had anything to ask. He thanked the two men and
finished his tea. Once more, he watched as the soldiers prepared for their journey to
take away the wives and families of the officials who had opposed the Emperor, and
bid them farewell. He then undid the reins of his horse that he had tied to a nearby
fence, mounted it, and headed directly towards Chang’an.
The moment he reached the city of Chang’an, Shen Qiao no longer felt as though the
city had changed as significantly as he had before. It was still quite lively, still filled with
people moving about, coming and going in endless streams. It was still much more
prosperous than that of the capitals of other provinces. However, the only difference
was that there were more government officials in the city streets, especially in those
that lead up to the palace. Some were doing inspections of the area, while others were
escorting convicts. Men and women made up the convicted people; as well as young
and old. It was just the same as when he had been just outside the city. Fear and
anxiety filled their faces, seeming completely out of place with that of the lively city.
Shen Qiao stopped to look around. The sound of children crying amidst the troops of
soldiers was unbearable for him. However, he understood very well that, even if he
were able to save them, regardless of whether or not the crimes these families had
been accused of was justified in any way, he had no means of helping them settle
down elsewhere. In the end, there was a high chance that it would cause them to face
even more serious punishments.
5 Recall that this is the general that Yan Wushi supported a long time ago over the useless crown prince
(Yuwen Yong’s son) to be Yuwen Yong’s successor. Warning, if you Wikipedia him you’ll most likely be in
historical spoiler territory. Just to reiterate once more, Prince of Qi refers to his title. It doesn’t refer to
the country of Qi.
Luckily, he was able to recognize Shen Qiao and Dou Yan. He restrained himself from
calling out, before returning to a normal tone of voice as he addressed them:
“Shen-daozhang? Dou-erniang?”
Dou Yan slipped out of Shen Qiao’s arms and spoke in a clear, crisp voice: “Shibo21,
please do not be surprised! Ah-yan did not come here with any cruel intent!”
Su Wei quickly stood to open the door and inspect the area outside. After seeing that
there was no one spying on them, he closed the door once more, before turning
around to speak to them: “Why have you come here? Ah-yan, I heard that the Dou
family has now been surrounded by people from His Majesty. They have been looking
for you.”
“Yes. It’s because I made so much trouble for my mother and father,” Ah-yan said,
dejectedly. “His Majesty was afraid that they would send me away into hiding, and is
now keeping his eye on our family. I can’t go back, not for now at least. I can only ask
Shibo for his protection.”
“We were at the Bian residence when we happened to run into the Duke of Sui,” Shen
Qiao said. “It was he who had us come here to look for Su-xiangong.”
Su Wei sighed. “All right, then. The two of you, come with me for now.”
He did not inquire further about any details. It seemed that he already had some
knowledge of what had taken place. Only Shen Qiao found everything completely
beyond his expectations after entering Chang’an, and could only take things as they
go, not knowing much else.
Su Wei straightened, and pushed in the bookshelf. Behind it was a secret hallway. He
took the two of them down there, before reaching a bedroom at the end.
The bedroom was not completely isolated from daylight, however. The window from
the outside was obscured by the shade of trees, allowing sunlight to faintly shine
through. Had it been summer, it would have been a wonderful place to hide from the
sun and heat. At the same time, it was quite good at hiding people from view, making
it very difficult for their pursuers to follow their tracks.
A single person stood by the window with their back towards them. His hands were
crossed behind him. Seeing Su Wei open the door, he turned around and, upon
catching sight of Dou Yan, could not help but say, surprised: “Er-niang?”
21 世伯: shibo: uncle. an affectionate name for a friend older than one’s father.
He himself had met Yuwen Yong once, and he knew that the other man was not the
sort of person that would easily overlook this.
Su Wei suddenly remembered that he had yet to introduce Shen Qiao, and so he
quickly said to Yuwen Xian: “Your highness, the Prince of Qi. This is Shen-daozhang of
Xuandu Mountain.”
Yuwen Xian sighed: “It seems that Shen-daozhang does not know. Prior to his death,
the former Emperor had disciplined the Crown Prince severely. Once, because he knew
that the Crown Prince was addicted to drink, he would not allow the Eastern Palace25 to
have even a drop of alcohol on the premises. The Crown Prince had always resented
him, but could only endure it bitterly while the former Emperor was still around.”
And everything else that happened did not need to be explained. Shen Qiao had
already understood it.
Yuwen Yun had suppressed emotions for too long. It was inevitable that it would take a
toll on his temperament, and turn him into someone brutal and violent. But his father
was in the more robust years of his life26; Yuwen Yun himself did not know when he
would succeed to the throne himself. In the end, he simply could not wait any longer,
and decided to act upon it.
As for whether or not Yuwen Yun himself, despite being the Crown Prince, was able to
secretly kill Yuwen Yong with only his own strength—this matter was not worth pursuing
now. Yuwen Yong had prohibited the practice of Buddhism and Daoism, fell the
country of Qi, and even prepared to go to war against Tujue. His enemies were
everywhere under the sun, which meant that more and more people would be willing
to cooperate with Yuwen Yun. Of them, only Empress Ashina had the most favorable
position of them all, and had significantly more opportunities to act than they did.
Shen Qiao suddenly remembered Yan Wushi and his previous evaluation of Yuwen Yun,
as well as his own judgement of the political affairs of Northern Zhou, and saw how
each of these things had now become reality.
And then, he remembered what had happened at the small temple. His heart trembled
somewhat, and he could not help but sigh deeply, before suppressing everything else.
25 This is the residence of the crown prince in the Imperial Palace.
26 Referring to the ages of 30 and 50.
“I heard outside the city that Yuwen Yun was preparing to reconstruct the Imperial
Palace, and had even imprisoned a number of those who submitted a memorial against
him?”
It was both because Yuwen Yun did not win popular favor, and that Shen Qiao was not
an ordinary citizen, that not a single person found it inappropriate that Shen Qiao had
directly called the man by his entire name, and not ‘His Majesty’.
Su Wei said: “That is a rather long story. After the death of the former Emperor,
tradition states that we should observe a mourning period for a little over a month.
However, His Majesty only observed it for ten days before ordering that the mourning
period should come to an end. It was then that a number of people in the court
advised His Majesty to comply with his filial duties. However, His Majesty said that
because the Yuwen clan had descended from Xianbei people, there was no need to
abide by Han traditions, and that the Emperor’s matters had no need for the nonsense
of the ministers. Afterwards, those who showed any sort of opposition whatsoever
would be labeled as rebellious subjects and traitors, caned, and then have their entire
families banished from the capital.”
Yuwen Xian continued: “His Majesty additionally disliked how narrow the halls of the
palace were, saying that it did not suit the dignified air of the Imperial family, and
demanded that the palace be reconstructed. He had even constructed a garden
outside the palace, and had the entire royal family go on a brief hunting break. By
then, the Imperial Court had just fallen Qi and exerted quite a lot of labor and wealth
to do so. The former emperor was unwilling to raise taxes on the common people, and
instead took the riches of the Qi Palace delivered and prepared to have them counted
and added to the National Treasury. But who would have known that His Majesty
would take it and even add it to the Imperial Treasury…”
Once he said this, he even laughed bitterly: “A number of people had submitted an
opposition as a result of this. Yet His Majesty had suppressed them down completely.”
Shen Qiao frowned: “To think that such a valiant man would have such an unworthy
son.27 How unfortunate!”
All of Zhou had once prospered with each day. Could it be that it would be all for
naught in the hands of this child?
27 The literal idiom here is: ‘The father is a tiger, yet his son is a dog.” I translated it into its understood
meaning. It’s pretty harsh but it sounds quite strange in English, doesn’t it?
“And what can I do when Yuwen Yun threatens my family?” Yuwen Xian responded
furiously. “Do you think that I can put their lives aside, while focusing my thoughts and
efforts on taking the throne? If I did that, how would I be any different from Yuwen Yun?
If one’s name is improperly established, then his words will be untrue. Yuwen Yun was
always the successor to the throne. Regardless of what he has done to the former
Emperor, how many people even know of it? And even if I were to lead the troops to
charge into the Imperial Palace, Xueting could easily have Yuwen Yun escape. And by
then, they will rule as king wherever they please. The Imperial Court of Zhou will break
out into internal strife, and the hard work placed in uniting the North under good
circumstances will be completely dashed. All of this was pieced together with the
painstaking efforts of mine and my brothers. How could I watch myself become a man
guilty for indirectly leading Zhou into turmoil?”
Su Wei was silent.
Dou Yan appeared to understand all that he said. Her eyes shimmered with tears ready
to fall.
Shen Qiao could not help but sigh inwardly to himself.
There were a number of people who were born naturally inclined to honesty and
tenderness. It would not matter if they had killed anyone before, or even how many
they had killed. Even when the world is in chaos, it was inevitable that this sort of
personality would never be able to transform into someone ruthless and ambitious.
Therefore, even if Yuwen Xian knew what he needed to do, he would be unable to do
it.
“Wuwei29 ah, you have never been interested in engaging with matters regarding the
Imperial Family. You saw that I was different from them, that I treated human life with
more sanctity than they did—wasn’t this why our friendship was strong in the first
place? Yet in the end, why is it that you are the one trying to convince me to walk the
same path as they do?”
Su Wei sighed deeply, before bringing his hands together in respect: “It was I who
misspoke. I must ask Your Highness not to blame me!”
Yuwen Xian placed one hand on him: “You are the man who understands me best.
Others only speak of my high-ranking background and experience in the military, that I
have led armies galloping into battlefields and killed countless enemies. But if I could
29 无畏: wuwei. This is Su Wei’s courtesy name.
have been the one to make the decision, I would never have joined the army from the
start. I’d rather find somewhere nice, with green hills and clear waters, and bring all my
family there to spend the rest of our lives growing flowers. That is truly a happy life!”
Yet now, it is as though the god of destiny were making fools of them. The great Prince
of Qi, whose strength once shook all the land, could only now hide here as the
situation worsened.
Yuwen Xian, upon noticing everyone’s dejected silence, took the initiative to ask Shen
Qiao: “Daozhang, what plans do you have now?”
Shen Qiao thought for a moment, before responding: “I must ask if the Prince of Qi
knows of Bian Yanmei’s whereabouts?”
Yuwen Xian shook his head.
“Right after the death of the former Emperor, every member of the Bian residence
disappeared in the span of a night. No one knows where they’ve gone. I believe that
Bian-xiong most likely knew of what would take place today, so he quickly left as soon
as he could. Now that I say that, it seems that he had more foresight than I did.”
“If you do not dislike it, Shen-daozhang, you can remain at the Su residence a little
longer,” Su Wei said. “You treated us, the Su family, with kindness that day. My mother
thinks about you from time to time, and my younger brother has great respect for your
skills and your character. A coincidence that we met today. I could bring my mother
and brother out to pay their respects to you.”
Yuwen Yong was dead, and Bian Yanmei was nowhere to be found. On top of this, as
much as Shen Qiao wanted to find Yan Wushi as fast as he could, he did not know
where to even search. He could only slowly listen for the movements of both the
Huanyue and Hehuan Sects. Many roads led to Chang’an; sooner or later, news would
pass through here more quickly than it would anywhere else. For the time being,
remaining here was very well the only choice that he could make.
After thinking of these things, Shen Qiao said: “Then it seems that I must trouble the
Duke of Meiyang for the time being.”
Su Wei smiled: “There’s no need to treat me like a stranger. You may call me Wuwei.”
While they spoke amongst each other, a knock came at the door. When Su Wei came
to open it, he saw his most trusted servant standing outside: “Langjun, there are two
people at the rear gate. An adult and a child. One calls himself Yan Ying, His Highness
by one and hide them in safe areas, in case the Emperor were to fly in a rage and
commit some sort of atrocity!”
Yuwen Xian asked: “Then the Princess had you bring Qilang out?”
“Yes. The princess said that Qilang was the youngest, and that his name had yet to be
added to the family register. If something were to happen, then he would be the
hardest to find. She then had me bring Qilang here specifically to see you.”
That his wife, the Princess, had considered even the very worst of circumstances, struck
Yuwen Xian with sorrow. He could only hold the child in his arms more tightly.
Su Wei, however, spoke in a severe voice: “You said that it was Wei Xu who told you to
do this? Did you discover anyone following you and Qilang on the way here?”
Yan Ying thought hard: “There shouldn’t have been. I was very careful…”
The moment he said this, Shen Qiao’s expression darkened as he stood.
The others could not help but glance at him: “Shen-daozhang?”
“There are troops closing in on us right now!” Shen Qiao said.
As everyone’s reactions changed fearfully, Su Wei shouted: “Hurry! Everyone into the
hidden room!”
Yuwen Xian responded: “We won’t make it. The others were most likely tailing after Yan
Ying, and preparing to surround the Su household. They intend to draw a net over all
of us. If the Su residence doesn’t give us up, His Majesty won’t rest!”
“That bastard, Wei Xu!” Yan Ying cursed, slapping his thigh as he did. “He wanted me
to search for the Princess on purpose. He knew that she would trust me and tell me
where you were, so he trailed me as a result!”
As they said these things, the troops had already reached the outside of the Su house.
They beat at the doors with a force that shook the heavens and weighed menacingly
upon them. Even though they were in the parlor, they could hear all of it.
The head housekeeper of the Su residence appeared and said to them: “Master, it’s
very bad. There are many people outside, saying that they received an order from His
Majesty. They wish to apprehend the Prince of Qi. If we don’t open the doors, they
said that they will force themselves in! What can we do?!”
Yuwen Xian sighed: “Luck and misfortune share the same realm; but it is misfortune
that we cannot hide from. It seems that I can’t escape what fate has in store for me.
Open the gates. I will go along with them; I will not allow them to harm a single
member of the Su family!”
“Like hell if you’re going anywhere!” Su Wei shouted, stamping his foot. “Even if you
didn’t, the Su family would not be able to escape from the crime of harboring a
criminal on the premises. Why must we make such a big deal anyway? You hurry and
hide first, I will deal with them myself! I don’t believe that they will dare to tear down
this Su household!”
“Seems like the Duke of Meiyang does not think very much of His Majesty. He’d rather
shelter a traitor of the Emperor and bring disaster to his family instead!” A cold laugh
reverberated through the air. Despite its distance, they could make it out distinctly.
For those without any cultivation, like Su Wei, every word struck their chests like that of
lightning striking them.
Amidst the people who had entered, there was Yuwen Qing, the man that Shen Qiao
had met that time he had passed through the country of Chen. But the man speaking
was not Yuwen Qing. Rather, it was someone behind him.
This man was no stranger to Shen Qiao. The moment he caught sight of Shen Qiao, his
expression betrayed a sense of astonishment, before putting on a sneer:
“Shen-daozhang. From one end of the world to the other, where would we be unable
to meet? Why do we always run into each other wherever we go?”
“Murong Qin.” Shen Qiao said this name with a cool indifference. “I trust that Chen
Gong is doing all right?”
Murong Qin laughed. “Naturally he’s doing very well. I forgot to tell you,
Shen-daozhang. Because of our young lord’s great service in offering the Tai’e Sword,
His Majesty has now conferred him the title of Duke of Zhao.”
T/N: Did Yuwen Yun really kill his father in history? I doubt it—remember that this is
historical fiction. However, all the motives were there. And since Yuwen Yong had a weak
constitution, it wouldn’t be too difficult. Coupled with knowing that Yuwen Yun had been
an especially shitty guy, it really isn’t something to put past the Crown Prince.
Yet a sheathed sword’s blade appeared before his face.
And the man wielding it was beautiful—fair and slender like that of the finest jade,
without a single flaw.
However, Murong Qin had no intent on enjoying the view. He grabbed at the sword’s
sheathe. The moment that he laid one hand upon it, he suddenly remembered what
this sword was, and the identity of its master.
Then, he remembered how, in the ruined city of Ruoqiang, the way that Shen Qiao had
fought the horde of monkeys on his own.32
For this reason, his movements came to a short pause.
It was at this moment that the sword was drawn back beyond his reach. Murong Qin
quickly stepped back, barely missing a strike to his face.
When he fixed his eyes upon the man before him, he could see that Shen Qiao had not
yet unsheathed his sword.
His Daoist robes floated up with the wind, complementing his graceful, exquisite
beauty, repelling the dust of this mortal world, free of all impurity. He looked the most
incapable of causing any harm compared to anyone else present.
However, Murong Qin knew that this was a false appearance. Though he had once
underestimated Shen Qiao, he did not dare to look down upon him after what had
happened in Ruoqiang—this man who possessed enormous strength within him.
He composed himself, before asking in a cold voice: “Shen-daozhang, are you no
better than a dog? Why do you constantly stick your nose into anything that catches
your eye?”
“You have not yet reached a final conclusion regarding the crimes of the Prince of Qi,”
Shen Qiao said. “Yet you want to implicate an innocent child?”
Murong Qin smirked: “He had the nerve to kill the former Emperor. Naturally his family
is guilty by association.”
Dou Yan could not stand this any longer. She said aloud in a sharp voice: “The Prince of
Qi didn’t kill the former Emperor! The former Emperor was killed by Yuwen Yun!”
32 FRRRR IS THAT WHAT YOU REMEMBERRRRR LMAOOOOOOOO IM … WOW
Both parties began to fight brutally. The Su household participated in the battle with
dignity. Yan Ying still wanted to save Yuwen Xian, yet the other man shouted: “If you
wish to come along with me, then it would only confirm the accusations they have
against me for planning to kill the former Emperor. Take Qilang and escape with
Shen-daozhang! Go far away, and never come back here!”
“Your Highness!” Yan Ying could not possibly accept this reality.
“Father wants to use his death to chastise His Majesty, and have him see matters
clearly. That way, this chaos will also come to a calm as well, won’t it?” It was Yuwen
Song who had said this.
“That’s right! All of you, hurry and leave!” Yuwen Xian shouted, filled with both grief
and happiness, seeing how intelligent and thorough his son was, knowing very well
that he would become an outstanding man in his lifetime—yet he felt great sorrow for
the fact that he would never be able to see his own son become an adult. “If you take
me along, you won’t be able to escape. Moreover, I cannot possibly leave the others
behind at the Prince's residence!”
Yuwen Song suddenly fell to his knees, bowing deeply and touching his head to the
ground three times before Yuwen Xian.
Tears fell from Yuwen Xian’s eyes like that of rain, before he turned away.
Yan Ying’s eyes reddened. He grit his teeth, then rushed to pick up Yuwen Song and
join Shen Qiao, who was carrying Dou Yan. Both men left the Su residence under Su
Qiao and the others’ vigilance, before rushing to the city gates.
They could hear a man’s final cry from behind them, and then immediately the sound of
Murong Qin’s callous laughter: “His Majesty gave us this order as well—if Yuwen Xian
put up any resistance, then have him killed, so that he can serve as a warning to the
others.”
He killed Yuwen Xian directly, having taken advantage of Murong Xun and Tuoba
Liangzhe fending off Madam Qin and the others. He had even made sure that the
sounds of his actions reverberated loudly, so as to make Shen Qiao and the rest hear
him.
“That traitor!” Yan Ying was so angry that he had come to a stop with Yuwen Song in
his arms, tears rolling down the boy’s face.
“Don’t look back! We have to escape before anything else!” Shen Qiao shouted.
In the span of their brief conversation, Murong Qin had already caught up to them
from behind. Shen Qiao held Dou Yan with one hand, while holding his sword in the
other. However, Murong Qin was one of the top wugong masters in the country of Qi.
Now, even Chen Gong relied on him for support. Naturally, only one swing from this
sword wouldn’t be enough to take him down. His movements were quick, and his
sword techniques were eccentric and cunning. He was very good at learning his
opponent’s weak points and attacking them there. But Murong Qin knew very well that
this present Shen Qiao was not a man that he would be able to kill. Therefore, he could
only draw closer to Shen Qiao, and wait to strike Dou Yan, causing Shen Qiao to tend
to her. Once he has created this opening, he would be able to stop Shen Qiao in his
tracks.
Dou Yan looked at the glint and flash of clashing swords in terror. Yet she said not a
word, only clinging tightly with her arms around Shen Qiao’s neck, so that she would
not divert his attention for even a second.
Murong Qin said in a stern voice: “Shen Qiao! You’re carrying that child with you at the
same time that you’re protecting those two over there! Outside the city will be masters
whose wugong are stronger than mine! Just how far do you think you’ll be able to go
alone?!”
However, Shen Qiao remained unmoved: “So long as the dao33 is with me, it wouldn’t
matter if I were faced with tens of thousands of people. I will prevail.”
His jian qi surged forwards. Murong Qin was unable to block it in time, before it struck
his chest severely, leaving a wound that spurted out a jet of fresh blood.
Yet Murong Qin showed no fear of battle. Instead, he laughed loudly, with the intent to
ridicule the other man: “Your dao34? Tell me, what is your dao? In this mad world, only
the winners and the strong take all. If your dao was useful, then why is it that you faced
setback after setback everywhere you went? Why did you lose the position of zhangjiao
at Xuandu Mountain? If your dao had any use whatsoever, why hasn’t that wonderful
man you love so much shown himself yet?”
33 Here, Shen Qiao sounds like he is referring to the following dao from Daoism: the origin and source of
all things. It can be translated in many different ways, including The Way / Road / Path / Method.
According to Daoism, it is the absolute principle underlying the universe, combining within itself the
principles of Yin and Yang and signifying the way, or code of behavior, that is in harmony with the
natural order. In these novels, characters often try to gain insights into the Dao, which can give them
supernatural powers or even control over aspects of the natural world (thanks Wuxia World!)
34 While here, Murong Qin is using the more literal term: the ‘path’ in which one chooses to lead their
life.
The guard at the gate knew the man’s identity, and paused, not daring to act rashly.
However, he spoke to the other soldiers around him: “Continue to fire! Do not stop
without my order!”
“Stop!” Puliuru Jian shouted. “Commander, His Majesty did not order you to slaughter
the family of the Prince of Qi! What is the meaning of this?!”
Liu Fang laughed: “Sui-guogong. I do remember before that the Prince of Qi, Yuwen
Xian, once told the former Emperor to be on his guard around you.35 Yet you not only
do not hate him, you are speaking on his behalf. What reason is there for this?”
“It was the Prince of Qi’s duty to offer words of advice to the former Emperor for the
public good. Though I may not possess a great capacity for tolerance, this child is
completely innocent! Commander, why not just let him go? This would be a truly
virtuous action on your behalf!” Puliuru Jian said.
Liu Fang thought for a moment. Yuwen Xian’s prestige in the court had won great
admiration from the common people Now, the Emperor suddenly wanted to launch an
attack on him. Many people had yet to react, but once this issue reached them, the
number of people who would plead for leniency to be granted upon the Prince of
Wang’s family would certainly be quite great. Why would a single person want to come
in contact with such unfortunate luck, anyway?
“Fine. I will leave Sui-guogong with a shred of dignity. However, I must let you know
that it wouldn’t matter if I were to show mercy on the boy. His Majesty had already
prepared a number of masters on the outskirts of the city to launch an ambush. Even if
this little boy were to make it through the door, he will still be walking to his death.”
Puliuru Jian’s heart fell. He could not help but glance outside the gates.
Beneath them, he could clearly make out Yuwen Song tumbling out of the city gates.
Yet he would be met with three people walking towards him—
a bald man,
a man with one arm,
and another with an impressive appearance, with all his limbs attached36.
35 This is really funny because (this is a historical spoiler, so highlight and read at your own risk) Puliuru
Jian kills the entire Imperial Yuwen household once he becomes Emperor. In other words, he’s not an
especially trustworthy man haha. Strangely enough, he doesn’t kill Dou Yan’s family, though her mother
is Yuwen Yong’s elder sister.
36 YES she really kept this detail YES it sent me when I read it
It seemed like someone had selected the top three masters in all of jianghu and had
them put together to close in on a small child. It was truly excessive, like that of using a
butcher’s knife to slaughter a chicken.
Puliuru Jian did not recognize the bald man, nor did he recognize the one-armed man.
However, he was able to make out the last one.
“Chen Gong? Does His Majesty really place that much value upon Yuwen Song that he
would even send Chen Gong out?”
Everyone knew that the Duke of Zhao, Chen Gong, was the newly arrived and favored
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