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Chapter 162: Fushan Summit

Zhongshan sat cross-legged inside, continuously adjusting his breath and practicing.

A few days ago, he had strolled through the commercial district and seen various treasures, which had broadened his horizons. However, Zhongshan had refrained from exchanging more pills for treasures. Having too many pills would not befit his status and position. At least in the eyes of others, he should not have any extra pills.

This was the home of Shui Wuhuan, situated on one of the floating islands. The environment was elegant, and the spiritual energy was abundant, making it one of the luxurious residences in Wushuang City.

From there, one could overlook the scenery of Wushuang City. Wushuang City was vast, much larger than Kaiyang Sect. This Wushuang City alone was at least as large as a large mountain range, truly a super city.

Although the appointment letter had not yet arrived, Zhongshan was not in a hurry, but patiently waiting.

Nan Batian lived in another room.

"Zhongshan, Batian," came the voice of Shui Wuhuan from outside.

Zhongshan finished his cultivation and walked out slowly.

"Has the appointment letter arrived?" Nan Batian asked as soon as he stepped out.

"Not yet, but there is good news," Shui Wuhuan said with a smile.

At this point, Zhongshan also approached.

"Good news?" Zhongshan asked with some confusion.

"Yes, there might be a ceasefire between the Great Luo Heavenly Dynasty and the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty. At least there won\'t be any fighting in the short term," Shui Wuhuan said.

"Oh, how do you know?" Zhongshan felt curious.

"My father said so. Tomorrow morning, there will be a summit on Fushan outside Wushuang City. Almost all the officials of Wushuang City will attend, and my father will also go. Will you go?" Shui Wuhuan said.

"A summit between the two dynasties? Can we go?" Zhongshan frowned.

"It\'s okay. We\'ll be in the main tent at the foot of the mountain. As long as we don\'t cause trouble, it should be fine," Shui Wuhuan said.

"Of course we\'ll go," Zhongshan smiled.

"Alright, I\'ll let you know when the time comes," Shui Wuhuan said.

Inside Wushuang City.

On another huge floating island.

The island was decorated very beautifully, with several magnificent halls and some side halls. A large number of servants were busy, and in the central hall.

Shui Wuhuan\'s father, Nan Chengtong, was respectfully standing below, bowing slightly to the person sitting on the throne above.

Sitting on the throne was a woman named Qian You, dressed in a black silk robe. Her long legs were particularly eye-catching. There was a glimmer of wisdom in her eyes, revealing the arrogance of a superior.

If Zhongshan were present, he would definitely recognize her at a glance. She was Qian You, the princess who had appeared during the competition for the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation inheritance. Behind Qian You stood two guards.

Nan Chengtong respectfully bowed to Qian You.

"Shui Chengtong, how is the reaction in Wushuang City?" Princess Qian You asked.

"Princess, the results so far are not very satisfactory, but I will do my best," Shui Tianya frowned and sighed.

"Hmm, this time Prince Daxuan has appointed his son, Gulun, to handle operations over there. Gulun is not capable, but Mister Shuijing is a genius. With Mister Shuijing there, our difficulty has increased. When you assign tasks to your people, make sure they pay attention to their operations and gather every piece of information about Mister Shuijing\'s instructions," Princess Qian You said, after some thought.

"Yes," Shui Tianya responded immediately.

"Well, let\'s set this aside for now. Tomorrow is the \'Fushan Summit\', and we cannot afford to make mistakes. You should also prepare to attend," Princess Qian You said.

"Yes," Shui Tianya replied respectfully. Then he slowly exited the main hall.

Sitting in the hall, Princess Qian You furrowed her brows slightly, tapping the armrest lightly as she pondered, "Adai."

"Here," Adai immediately stepped forward.

"Summon those ten advisers. It\'s been a few days. Let\'s see what ideas they\'ve come up with," Princess Qian You said, frowning.

"Yes," Adai responded promptly before quickly leaving the hall.

In another palace within Wushuang City.

Gulin, who had always been by Princess Qian You\'s side during the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation, sat on a throne, accompanied by Shuijing, who held a feather fan and appeared to be devising strategies.

Both of them looked down at another man who was bowing.

The man wore a white robe and appeared to be around fifty years old, looking very composed.

"Mo Baili, how is the reaction in Wushuang City?" Gulin asked.

"Your Highness, rest assured, there weren\'t many problems to begin with. With Mister\'s guidance, the situation is now very favorable. We\'re just waiting for the Fushan Summit to completely defeat Nan Chengtong and Shui Tianya," Mo Baili said respectfully.

"That\'s good. My father entrusted this matter to me, so I can\'t afford to mess it up," Gulin smiled.

"Yes, Your Highness, this was already a very secure situation," Mo Baili smiled.

"No, we must also pay attention to Princess Qian You," Shuijing said, shaking the feather fan.

"Yes, and Princess Qian You is very clever. We mustn\'t let our guard down, or else she might disrupt our winning situation. Then I won\'t be able to raise my head in front of her in the future. So you are only allowed to win, not to lose," Gulin immediately stood up and said.

Glancing unexpectedly at Gulin, Mo Baili said, "Your Highness, rest assured, the situation is basically in our favor now. Even if Princess Qian You is exceptionally wise, we still have Mister Shuijing. We are bound to win."

"Well, that\'s good. You go and prepare for tomorrow\'s \'Fushan Summit\' first. We\'ll talk about other matters after the summit," Gulin said, after some thought.

"Yes," Mo Baili slowly exited the main hall.

After Mo Baili left, Gulin immediately looked at Shuijing and said, "Shuijing, my father said that to impress Princess Qian You, we must win this time. You must not make any mistakes, only victory is allowed!"

"Your Highness, rest assured, Shuijing will do his best," Shuijing said, shaking the feather fan.

On another floating island within Wushuang City.

Mo Yanbing burst into a hall.

"Where\'s my father?" Mo Yanbing asked a servant.

"Master has gone out for something," the servant replied.

"Tomorrow is the Fushan Summit, and my father went out at this time? Where did he go?" Mo Yanbing frowned.

"I don\'t know," the servant said immediately.

"Young Master, Young Master," at this moment, another person ran in from outside, who was the subordinate who had followed Mo Yanbing last time.

"Have you found out about the person?" Mo Yanbing frowned.

"Yes, young master, those two individuals should both be from Kaiyang Sect, and they are both disciples of Shui Wuran," Xiao San said.

"Oh? Can we trust this?" Mo Yanbing said skeptically.

"Yes, it\'s reliable. It was personally told to me by a servant from Shui Tianya\'s household. They said those two always address Shui Wuran as their senior brother," Xiao San explained.

Hearing Xiao San\'s words, Mo Yanbing\'s eyes gleamed with determination. "Alright, so they\'re just Shui Wuran\'s junior brothers. Then what about those Kaiyang Sect disciples from the Mo Luoland, the Jindan stage? Hmph, no one dares to make a fool out of me and get away with it."

The next day at dawn.

800 miles south of Wushuang City, the surroundings were flat and vast, with only a white jade mountain at the center.

The white jade mountain appeared to be meticulously crafted, about 300 meters high, square in shape, with white jade staircases on all four sides for people to ascend. This was Fushan.

The open space below was guarded by a large number of soldiers, divided into two camps, each with up to a hundred thousand troops.

Two hundred thousand soldiers stood on both sides, quietly awaiting.

Each side had several large tents for important figures to rest in and await the start of the summit.

Zhongshan, Nan Batian, and Shui Wuran stood in one of the tents, quietly observing the highly disciplined troops from both dynasties outside.

Zhongshan patiently observed, as he noticed that even though there were two hundred thousand troops at the foot of Fushan, there was not a single sound, only the sound of the wind blowing, as they all awaited the start of the summit.

There was still half an hour left before the summit.

At this moment, a figure suddenly emerged from one of the tents on the opposite side.

Upon seeing the person, Zhongshan\'s pupils contracted. It was the Ironblood General, Ironblood, the commander of the First Legion of the Great Yu Dynasty, whom he had encountered not long ago.

As Ironblood stepped out, a large number of generals from the Great Yu Dynasty followed out of the tent, along with some civil officials. All followed Ironblood, no one dared to take a step beyond.

In the opposing camp, Ironblood held the highest position and authority.

Nearly forty leaders walked out of the tent on the opposite side, and from Zhongshan\'s camp, some prominent figures also immediately stepped out.

Seeing the person walking out of the nearby tent, Zhongshan unconsciously clenched his fists, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Because Zhongshan saw a group of familiar faces, faces he had encountered nine years ago.

Princess Qian You, Mister Shuijing, Gulun? Princess Qian You? What a coincidence? And over there, Shui Tianya and other civil and military officials were standing respectfully behind Princess Qian You.

She\'s the princess of the Great Luo Dynasty? As he thought about it, Zhongshan\'s brows furrowed into a character \'川\', sighing deeply, revealing a bitter smile. It seems that being a fifth-rank official of the Great Luo Dynasty is not as easy as he thought. At least in the future, it will be extremely exciting because of this group of \'acquaintances\'.