Chapter 52: A Toast

Qin Sang could only feel a strange ethereal meaning. It was an unprecedentedly peculiar object to Qin Sang.Can you set up an array with themQin Sang felt curious, but also knew it wasn't the time to..."Get out of the way!"

Qin Sang coldly scanned the surrounding soldiers. He was covered in blood, but his body remained untouched. However, in the eyes of the soldiers, he looked just as terrifying as a demon.

He took a step forward, and before the general could issue an order, all the soldiers automatically parted like a tide to make way for him. They looked at Qin Sang with awe, no one daring to stop him.

Qin Sang snatched a horse and, under the gaze of all, galloped straight toward the city gate.

The plaque of the Jiangzhou Marquis's Mansion had just been replaced, but now it was pierced through by a sword. The prince's corpse hung from the blade, still swaying. A pool of blood, red and glaring, had accumulated on the steps.

‘Tap tap tap…’

Qin Sang galloped down the long street, arriving at the imperial capital city gate. He saw Wu Zhuanzong and a team of soldiers guarding the gate.

Upon seeing Qin Sang approach, Wu Chuanzong personally opened the city gate and shouted, “Sir, take care!”

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"My Lord!"

But it was Shuihouzi Zhou Ning leading a steed over, "Horses have been prepared along the way at every military station, Your Lordship, please take care!"

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Seeing Zhou Ning, Qin Sang couldn't help but think of their first meeting on the Wuling River. She patted Zhou Ning's severed arm with a mixture of emotions, but she didn't know what to say.

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"Take care, see you later!"

Qin Sang mounted his horse and galloped out of the city. Not far from the city gate, a sudden stroke of good fortune occurred to him. He turned his head back and cast a glance behind him.

As soon as they arrived, they saw a lavish feast set up on the city wall. The Princess sat behind the table, her eyes fixed on Qin Sang. Bai Jianglan and Yue Lao served her on either side, bowing to Qin Sang.

The Crown Princess donned the armor of a city guard. Under the moon, her eyes glittered like stars. She raised an amber cup and toasted Qin Sang with a drink, finishing it in one gulp.

Get up and leave.

A crimson cloak was lost in the darkness.

Qin Sang was walking along the official road, and arrived smoothly all the way.

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From the Imperial City to the southwest, all the way to Zhen Shui County, San Wu City remains as it was. Qing Yang Guan is a shell of its former self, occupied by displaced people.

Then Qin Sang turned westward, crossing the Witching Tomb River, and arrived at the bank of the Chenshui River. He revisited his old stomping grounds.

The traces of the great fire had been erased by time, but Qin Sang could still find some bones.

After a while of searching, he found the skeletons of the young man surnamed Song and the black-clad demon beneath the layer of grass roots.

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The remains of the two individuals were easily identifiable. Qin Sang carefully organized the remains of the young man surnamed Song and built a tomb for him. The black-robed demon lord also allowed him to be laid to rest, after all, he had obtained the Netherworld Scripture from the black-robed demon lord, which helped him open the gate to the Immortal Path.

After Qin Sang paid his respects, he continued on his journey.

Now he wasn't afraid of tigers, wolves, or leopards anymore. He swaggered through the forest, and soon arrived at the northern border of Ningguo.

> Go west, across a country, and you'll reach the Tianlu River.

Qin Sang hesitated for a moment, but after arriving in Ningguo, he felt an inexplicable urge deep within him, urging him to return to Wangjiacun.

Perhaps it was because of the merging with Qin Sanwa's memories, creating empathy, or perhaps it stemmed from a compensatory psychology towards Qin Sanwa.

Even taking a detour wouldn't delay things by several days. Compared to the long journey to Biyun Country, it was nothing, and wouldn't hinder any major plans. Qin Sang didn't hesitate for too long and decided to go take a look at Wangjiazhuang.

When we arrived at Wangjiazhuang, it was the dead of night.

This unassuming village had remained largely unchanged over the years, matching Qin Sanwa's memories perfectly. Qin Sang felt a peculiar mix of familiarity and strangeness.

Qin Sanwa's home was at the northernmost part of Wangjiazhuang. Behind it was farmland. The courtyard wasn't small, with a row of five stone houses built. When Qin Sanwa got into trouble, only his eldest brother had married a wife, his second brother had just become engaged but hadn't brought her home yet. The whole family lived together.

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Mother and my sister-in-law often bicker, I used to find it annoying, but now I think it's kind of heartwarming.

The night cat in the tree called twice.

Qin Sang suddenly realized that she was laughing, almost completely immersed in Qin Sānwā's world.

He secretly admonished himself that he was Qin Sang, an outsider. Qin Sanwa was dead, and those memories were just like watching a long movie, the actors all strangers.

Now, the Qin family courtyard has appeared before us.

When He and Qin Sanwa left, there wasn't much change. Qin Sang straightened his mind, urging the invisible steps, and stealthily went in.

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When the night was deep and everyone in the house had gone to rest, occasionally two coughs could be heard.

From the breathing sounds, one could tell there were nine people in the courtyard. Three of them had very faint breaths, clearly children.

Both elder brother and second brother have descendants.

Qin Sang stood outside the window, looking from one room to another. Some faces were familiar, some unfamiliar. He suddenly stopped in front of a room.

In the room, where Qin Jia's spirit tablet and protective deity were originally placed, there was now an additional shrine. This was for Qin Sanwa, who had died before he came of age; his name was used on the tablet.

Suddenly, there was a bit of noise coming from the room at the edge, that's where Qin Sanwa's parents lived.

"Lao Qin, Lao Qin..." was Qin Mu's voice. She probably feared waking the children in the next room, so she spoke very softly.

After a while, Qin's father woke up with a sleepy voice, "What's going on, it's the dead of night and you're not sleeping, what nerves...are you dreaming about the three children again"

"Well, I had a dream."

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"Just dream, that's all. How many times has this happened..."

Qin Fu mumbled something, then suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Why aren't you crying this time You used to cry all night if you dreamt of the three boys. Huh You're even smiling now"

Why can't you smile

Qin's mother scoffed, "I haven't dreamt of my third son in days. I was so scared that I couldn't even eat! Today, I finally saw my child. Should I laugh or not"

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“The Three Little Pigs have all been dead for many years...”

You're the one who's dead!

Qin's father cried out in pain, as if Qin's mother had pinched him. He grunted and scolded, "You're stubborn as a mule! If he hadn't died, why wouldn't the three sons come back home Lao Wang hasn't returned either. The stall was taken away, the house was occupied, and if it weren't for the head of the Wang clan suppressing things, even those few acres of land would have been lost to Lao Wang's wife. How pitiful the whole family is..."

"Hey, you care so much about Old Wang's wife, why don't you take her in and raise her"

“Don’t I make it clear what I care about Don’t you also often bring them food...in the middle of the night, what are you doing”

“I'm doing this because of Old Wang taking care of San’er!”

Qin Mu, holding an oil lamp, pushed open the door. "I dreamed that my third son came back again. I must go out and see, to open the door for him."

Qin Sang hurriedly fled into the shadows.

“You’ve had this dream at least eighty times, haven’t you Every single time it’s either a waste of effort or you just can't let go! Just wait for me, I'm going out too…”

"Don't you not believe it"

I'm going to the bathroom!

Qin Sang remained motionless, witnessing Qin Father and Qin Mother return to the room with disappointment etched on their faces, extinguishing the oil lamp.

When Qin's father and mother fell into a deep sleep, Qin Sang reappeared, pushing the door open silently. He picked up the wine cup in front of the spirit tablet, poured a cup of turbid wine, and gently sprinkled it on the ground.

You are already dead.

Qin Sang let out a light sigh, muttering to himself, not knowing who he was speaking to.

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Before leaving, Qin Sang went to the Wang family and left a bag of silver coins in front of Wang Zhanguan's spirit tablet, settling the last bit of worldly ties.less immortal world, finding such a thing was extremely unlikely. He didn't have any hope at all.But he didn't expect that, in the Canglang Sea tens of thousands of miles away, he would encounter a se...