<h4>Volume 10 Chapter 106 Conversation in the Pce at Night</h4>


    All seven states of Western Regionsbined were barelyrger than Nanjiang. Alone, none of Beijiang’s two states couldpare to Nanjiang’s geographical size. Thend of the sun resembled the shape of a soaring bird when viewed from a bird’s-eye view.


    When culture first emerged as a concept, XIacang Anxi created twelve different tribes based on their geography, culture and climate, naming the twelve based on the Divine Bird’s body parts, such as the three states around Nieyao, namely Baimu, Morcher and Wanyu. Hence, in a way, the division of the unified twelve states was a restoration of their original cultures. That was the reason there wasn’t a big issue over the split. If the Central in were to split, they’d spend the next century fighting amongst each other.


    Morcher was the Divine Bird’s beak, its most fearsome weapon. Likewise, their people’s fighting spirit was always aze. If anyone had a good chance of restoring Beussent, it was them.


    Baimu might’ve frequently been involved in wars, but they weren’t feared for their military might. To the contrary, they tended to be meek. As the eyes of the Divine Bird, they saw through things, bing the state that was abreast of the most secrets.


    Wanyu was blessed with the most expansivend, the most aesthetdscape, soil that was conducive to manufacturing ofmercial goods in addition to enviable business opportunities. Perhaps as a by-product, the hottest women of Xiacang Anxi and the best alcohol was found in the most resplendent city of Xiacang Anxi. Their royal family dressed in bright red akin to the Divine Bird’s fiery feathers. When the sun went down, thedies danced around a bonfire, while the men strapped a red bandana to their heads and sang until golden rays split the darkness. At present, Wanyu also had a military that was almostparable to Morcher’s military, but it wasn’t hard to conceal the military when they had so muchnd.


    Wanyu’s royal pce built on Yuanchu City’s Ling Peak may be humungous; however, it wasn’t as resplendent as Baimu’s royal pce. Nheless, they invested exorbitant amounts of gems and money into imitating the former Shiri Pce. Among the twelve states, there was nopetition in the aesthetic department if Wanyu’s royal pce was apetitor.


    All the way up to the top of mountain, you would be walking along a river flowing down from the top, shrouded in mist.


    Wanyu’s King resided on the eighth pce of the ninth floor - Liquan Pce. Wanyu’s ancestors built nine pces on all nine floors of the royal pce, designating the eightieth pce as the King’s residential pce as it was the ce closest to the peak. While Liquan Pce wasn’t decoratedvishly, it provided a view of the entire Yuanchu City, reminding Wanyu’s Kings that they needed to watch over theirnds with their own eyes.


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    There was nothing, absolutely nothing, inside the eighty-first pce. No patrols were even delegated there. As a matter of fact, the ck pce looked out of ce.


    Although everyone knew he was Wanyu’s ultimate warrior, few were aware that the chair he had to guard every night was one of the items that proved the authenticity of Shaman Monarch’s legend. If the story could be trusted, then the ridiculously heavy iron chair was the one that Shaman Monarch sat on. Because he supposedly took it everywhere with him, it was no exception in Shaman Monarch Pce. Though it was treated as a state treasure to pass down since Wanyu’s inception, nobody could exin why it was brought to Ling Peak’s apex.


    “I don’t want to hear your exnation.” Wanyu’s thirty-four year old King didn’t need to scowl or shout to strike fear into the heart of the man kneeling before him in Liquan Pce.


    The man kneeling in armour, Wanyu, lowered his head in fear of the well-groomed King who couldn’t convince anyone he was a monarch without his robe. “Your subject is deeply sorry. He detected a trace of the intruder before he entered, but he seemingly warped away after he took off with Shaman Monarch’s chair. Only Mount Wanyu canpete with Ling Peak; your subject cannot fathom how he did it.”


    Wanyu’s King squinted as he brooded, then shook his head. “You are my greatest warrior. If you are useless, does that not mean my state is useless?”


    The King’s piercing, punishing gazepelled Wanyu to reply, “Your subject begs your pardon.”


    By no means was Wanyu’s King undermining the man who downyed himself as a subject. If a man who had served in the army and served him for twenty years was useless, Xiacang Anxi might as well have abolished the Sacred Beasts system.


    “Whoever he is, if he’s so capable, then he must be ambitious.” Wanyu’s King peered to the top of Mount Wanyu, the former tallest mountain of Xiacang Anxi. “Did you just say… Mount Wanyu is the only mountain that canpete with Ling Peak in terms of height?”


    Wanyu didn’t need more than a second to discern where his King was going with it. Getting around eighty pce’s strict security? Climbing to the top of Ling Peak without leaving any traces? The only people who’d have any chance of pulling that off would be those residing on the mountain even taller than Ling Peak.


    The duo gazed toward Mount Wanyu, musing why anyone from Mount Wanyu would want to steal Shaman Monarch’s throne. Mayhap their worst fear was bing a reality - and faster than they could imagine.


    Suddenly, when a string of zes lit up, Mount Wanyu resembled the bonfires they were used to seeing in their city every night. Whenever Mount Wanyu gave that signal, Wanyu and Shaman Monarch’s warriors needed to assemble under Great Spirit Shaman to fend off the invaders.


    They only just pinched from our pce…


    The two could see each other asking, Mount Wanyu has also been looted?