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Chapter 1: Eternal Glory
Thunderous Roar...
A hundred thousand troops appeared on the horizon, raising a cloud of dust. A strong Vital Energy Wave spread out, distorting the void, creating a scene that seemed layered and tumultuous.
"Princess, reinforcements have arrived," Mo Mo said with a look of joy.
Inside the city, the Barbarian Army heard the thunderous roar coming from afar. Realizing it was not the Demon Lord but the Tang army, fear gripped them. They hurriedly fled from Chang'an City to avoid being encircled by the Tang forces.
Once the Barbarian Army exited the city, they prepared to break through to the north and south. Little did they know that both directions were already ambushed by the Tang Dynasty Allied Forces. With over a hundred thousand troops facing more than twenty thousand Barbarian Army soldiers, a battle commenced, as big fish began to eat smaller fish.
Tang Jiner looked at the banners of the reinforcements, most of which bore the character for 'wind.' She was slightly surprised and remarked, "I didn't expect Wind Nation to send troops for assistance."
Due to Chang'an being cut off by Lin Feng and his Northern Frontier Army, both sides were unaware of each other's circumstances.
The Wind Spirit entrusted command of the army to Mulan. In such a situation, no further orders were necessary. The army surrounded the Barbarian Army, wielding their great swords and charging into battle.
Standing outside the gates of Chang'an, Wind Spirit looked up at Tang Jiner on the city tower and called out loudly, “Wind Nation Wind Spirit has come at the invitation of Lin Commander, leading the Wind Army into your territory to assist.”
Tang Jiner immediately clasped her fists in salute and replied, “So it is Princess of Wind Nation. My apologies for any disrespect. Thank you, Your Highness, for alleviating our plight in Tang.”
“Open the city gates to welcome the Princess of Wind Nation.”
With Tang Jiner's command, the remaining few dozen Guardians of Tang hurried toward the city gates. However, there was no need for anyone to open them; they had already been smashed apart. Even the walls had numerous gaping holes.
The once prosperous Chang'an had turned into ruins and debris.
As Wind Spirit gazed upon this tragic scene of the Chang'an palace, she pondered: just how brutal had this Battle been?
As the Guardians entered the city, corpses were visible everywhere. There were bodies of the Barbarian demons as well as those of the Great Tang. The battlefield had not yet been cleared. Upon stepping into the palace, they found white horse bones scattered around.
"Why are there so many horse bones?" Wind Spirit asked in confusion.
"The food ran out long ago, and eventually, we had to resort to eating horse meat. When that was gone, we could only grind wood into powder to fill our stomachs," replied a surviving Captain Shen.
Upon hearing this, Wind Spirit felt a deep respect for the remaining soldiers. Without food or supplies, without reinforcements, they had held their ground until the very last moment, relying solely on the strength of the city walls.
The palace could hardly be called a palace anymore; under the cleansing force of the Great Tang's Imperial Aura, it had mostly turned to dust. Only a couple of ancient halls remained, protected by the Imperial Aura, which spared them from destruction.
The Great Tang's palace now consisted of just a few independent halls located to the west of the city.
After regaining a bit of Vital Energy, Tang Jiner was able to walk again. She and Mo Mo stepped out of the tower to greet their esteemed guest.
The princess of the Great Tang, Tang Jiner, and the princess of Wind Nation, Wind Spirit—two princesses from powerful human nations—met for the first time.
Wind Spirit quietly gazed at Tang Jiner, revealing a gentle smile. She couldn't help but admit that Tang Jiner was breathtakingly beautiful. However, why did she have white hair at such a young age? Was it due to her worries for the Great Tang that her dark tresses had turned white?
It made sense. The Great Tang faced such great calamity. Her two brothers had fled with their families early on, leaving her alone to bear the weight of saving their nation. That she had managed to hold on until now was already remarkable.
If it were herself in that position, she would certainly be able to shoulder such burdens as well, but she would likely feel just as exhausted as Tang Jiner appeared.
Tang Jiner also quietly observed this princess from Wind Nation. This woman was already renowned across the land. She had begun training troops at a young age and formed Wind Nation's first Female Cavalry, known for its formidable strength.
Today, seeing her exquisite features and bright eyes that sparkled like stars was truly a sight to behold. What a stunning beauty she was! In comparison, with her own white hair and haggard face, she felt much more weathered.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Tang Jiner personally led Wind Spirit into the main hall to rest.
After discussing various matters for a while, Tang Jiner could not help but ask, "Where is Lin Feng?"
"He killed the fleeing Demon Barbarians in the back; he should be here soon," replied Wind Spirit.
In the Tang Dynasty, Hexi City.
Lin Feng watched helplessly as the weakened Primordial Spirit of the Sword Saint was taken away, feeling utterly powerless. A wave of murderous intent surged within him, yet he was also filled with deep self-reproach.
Why was he so weak? Why could he only be slaughtered at will?
Lin Feng clenched his fists in anger, gritting his teeth tightly.
"Demon Clan Ghost Map, if I, Lin Feng, do not kill you, may I be reborn as a dog in my next life!"
Behind this Battle, it seemed that besides the scheming hands of the Great Zhou, there were also people from the Demon Clan secretly causing trouble.
Hehe...
The Spirit Monkey appeared once again, greeting Lin Feng.
"Thanks to you this time. Otherwise, we would have had a hard time winning."
With a joyful grin, it scratched its head from time to time before leaping onto Lin Feng's shoulder.
"Why did you hide after the appearance of Ghost Map? And what about Moon City Sword?" Lin Feng couldn't help but ask as he recalled the scene.
Jumping down, it gestured with its hands and feet, chattering excitedly to explain.
"Were you afraid of being captured by him?" Lin Feng tried to inquire.
It immediately nodded.
"Is the Moon City Sword also worried about being taken away? Spiritual weapons have their own consciousness, indeed," Lin Feng muttered to himself.
He shook his head vigorously and then gestured with his hands to form a square shape.
"What does that mean?" Lin Feng asked, puzzled.
He pointed to his head and then formed the square shape again.
After thinking for a moment, Lin Feng said, "Is it the Yuan Stone Coffin?"
"Roar, roar." Lin Feng cheered when he guessed correctly.
It dawned on Lin Feng that the Moon City Sword was trying to protect the Yuan Stone Coffin. It must have sensed the Ghost Map detecting the presence of the Moon Mother, which prompted it to immediately retreat into the Sea of Consciousness to suppress it.
Indeed, spiritual weapons are extraordinary; not only do they possess consciousness, but they can also be loyal guardians. He wondered when the Blood Devouring Cauldron would be refined into a spiritual weapon of that level.
"Return to Chang'an."
Chen Guang led the Northern Frontier Army as the second group to arrive and immediately began clearing the battlefield. They ensured that the fallen soldiers of the Tang Dynasty were properly buried. All Divine Generals of the Tang were temporarily sealed away. The Wind Spirit demanded a State Funeral for these loyal ministers, the backbone of the Tang Dynasty.
Lin Feng was the last one to return to Chang'an. As he stepped into the palace, Tang Jiner and Wind Spirit both exclaimed joyfully at almost the same time, "Lin Feng!"
After they spoke, they couldn't help but glance at each other, each with their own thoughts, before turning away.
Lin Feng nodded at Wind Spirit and then bowed to Tang Jiner, saying, "This General pays respects to the Princess."
"Lin Commander, please rise quickly. There's no need for such formalities."
Tang Jiner personally walked over to help Lin Feng up and then said, "Lin Feng, this time it was thanks to you. Otherwise, the Tang would be in grave danger."
"Lin Feng," he replied, "the Tang Dynasty's fortune does not decline due to my efforts."
"Lin Feng, you are too modest. I have decided to appoint you as the first Divine General of the Tang Dynasty and grant you the title of Pacifying Marquis, allowing you to enjoy the Imperial Aura of our great Tang," Tang Jiner declared solemnly.
"This..."
Suddenly being promoted caught Lin Feng off guard. To be honest, he had no desire to be tied down by the Tang Dynasty for his entire life.
Seeing Lin Feng hesitate, Mo Mo said disapprovingly, "Lin Feng, the princess is promoting you. Aren't you going to express your gratitude?"
"Do you not wish to accept it?"
There she was again, provoking him. Lin Feng muttered inwardly, "It's not that I don't want to; it's just..."
Mo Mo interrupted, "Lin Feng, although the Tang has driven away the Demon Barbarians, it is still in a precarious situation. The princess is all alone; do you want to enjoy your freedom while leaving the burden of restoring the Tang to a single weak woman?"
"You really know how to hit hard with your words."
Lin Feng silently cursed Mo Mo.
Unexpectedly, Mo Mo continued, "Lin Feng, as a man of stature, why don't you just say what you mean? Why are you cursing me in your heart?"
"I..." Lin Feng was completely speechless. If others weren't around, he would have loved to teach this girl a lesson.
Tang Jiner waved her hand to signal Mo Mo to quiet down and asked, "Lin Feng, do you have some hidden concerns?"
At that moment, Uncle Emperor returned. With the Barbarian General fleeing, Uncle Emperor had not suffered significant injuries. During their battle, neither had been seriously affected. One was waiting for the Demon Lord to arrive merely to balance the power of the royal family without risking his life. Uncle Emperor also valued his life and did not throw himself into danger.
Once Uncle Emperor entered, he said, "Princess, the first priority for the Tang is not appointing generals. A nation cannot be without a ruler for even a day; we should quickly find His Highness the Crown Prince and have him ascend the throne."
Lin Feng sneered at the words, "The Crown Prince? Where is he now?"
"Commander Lin, although you have contributed greatly to the nation, do not let it go to your head."
Uncle Emperor walked up to the dragon throne in the palace, twisting the dragon heads on the armrests. With a low rumble of Thunderous Roar, the throne shifted to the left, revealing a hidden chamber.
Uncle Emperor called into the chamber, "Crown Prince, the battle is over. Come out quickly."
"Really... is it true?"
A trembling voice came from within the chamber, and then a disheveled Crown Prince emerged, reeking of urine.
After hearing about the last assault from the Barbarians, thirty thousand troops surged into the city. In the end, only a few dozen defenders of the Tang Dynasty remained. Just as they were on the brink of annihilation, the Crown Prince could no longer hold himself.
"Your Highness, you... oh dear, hurry back and take a bath and change your clothes," Uncle Emperor frowned.
Another royal family squabble; Lin Feng felt annoyed just watching. He bowed and said, "Princess, I am feeling a bit weary and would like to retire for some rest."
"You may go," Tang Jiner replied, her thoughts somewhat complicated at that moment.
"Princess, I have never cared much for fame and fortune. However, there is one matter I hope you can take charge of," Lin Feng continued.
"Commander Lin, please speak freely."
"My master from Solitary Moon City sacrificed himself for the nation and perished alongside the Demon Lord. I hope that the Tang Dynasty can mourn for him as a whole and pay tribute to my master," Lin Feng said sadly.
Tang Jiner was shocked upon hearing this. "Sword Saint Senior... he sacrificed himself?"
"In order to protect the Tang Dynasty. My master single-handedly held off the Fire Departure Sect, dying in battle against Fire Master and losing an arm. In his fight against the Demon Lord, his body was destroyed, and his Primordial Spirit nearly collapsed." Lin Feng's voice was hoarse.
Hearing these words, Tang Jiner felt a deep respect and said with a solemn expression, "Sword Saint Senior sacrificed for the Tang Dynasty. I hereby decree to posthumously honor Sword Saint Senior with the title of National Sage. During my father's State Funeral, the National Sage will receive the same grand honors as the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and the entire nation will mourn. He shall be interred in the royal tomb of the Tang Dynasty."
"Furthermore, starting from Chang'an, in every prefecture, a shrine will be built for the National Sage. The people of our Tang Dynasty will forever pay their respects to the National Sage."
"What does Uncle Emperor think?"
Uncle Emperor also wore a solemn and sorrowful expression. He replied in a deep voice, "I have no objections."
"Thank you, Princess."
Lin Feng expressed his gratitude and silently thought: Master, though you fought not for fame or profit, the Tang Dynasty will remember you forever and honor you for eternity.
Sword Saint Lin Bai, National Sage Lin Bai, will live on forever! (To be continued…)
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