displeasure.Yang Yin and Zhao Er heard it as if they were already very used to it.“Here comes Du Piangan!” Zhao Er shouted as soon as he entered the tent, “Zhao Er is here to report!”Let me know if y...Jiang Wang knocked open the two halls and immediately obtained two supernatural powers. He had a promising future to achieve the Heavenly Mansion. The outer courtyard also had the secret method of the Seven Star Sacred Tower, indeed worthy of saying that divine presence was not out of reach.

Feng Ming at this moment, doesn't know what his newly recruited follower is thinking or looking at. In Wenxi County, there are countless followers who flatter him like this one. He doesn't really care.

He harbored resentment for the humiliation he suffered at the Wei Ning Residence, but deep down, he knew he had no right to retaliate.

So he could only drink one cup at a time.

Feng Yue ignored him, still smiling brightly and speaking enthusiastically to everyone.

How could he smile so brightly

Jiang Wang, who was quietly drinking with Feng Ming, suddenly realized something—all the coldness Qing Yun Ting's head disciple had received at the celebration of Marquis Wei Ning's birthday would eventually fall on Marquis Wei Ning's eyes.

If Feng Yue was here to repair the relationship, then any grievance he suffered at this moment wouldn't be for nothing.

The more enthusiastic he was, the colder he was treated, and the more people felt relieved.

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Jiang Wang silently reminded himself that this was a cunning old fox with deep citys. When facing him, he needed to be extremely cautious. To successfully infiltrate Qingyun Pavilion and obtain the lost architecture of Yun Ding Xian Gong, he couldn't reveal any flaws in front of this person.

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Just as the cups clinked and the wine flowed, a voice suddenly rang out from outside: "Martial Marquis has arrived to offer congratulations!"

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The guests were in an uproar.

When Weining celebrated his 300th birthday, many came to offer congratulations. However, none of them possessed the same weight as he. Even Mo Jingyu, the prodigious talent of the Ink Sect, paled in comparison.

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Who doesn't know General Xue Mingyi, the martial arts master He is the most trusted advisor of Emperor Yong today.

A national war brought about a drastic change in the situation of the Yong Nation.

In the kingdom of Yong, there were eight marquises and one duke. Both Duke Beigong Yu before and after him were undoubtedly the top individuals. This was determined by his past achievements and his powerful strength.

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But the ranking of the Eight Lords was different.

During the Han Yin era, although Wu Gong Hou Xue Mingyi was exceptionally talented, as the youngest among the Eight Marquises, he was seen as an up-and-coming star. The court generally considered him somewhat immature, and his position among the Eight Marquises was at the bottom.

While Wei Ning Hou Jiao Wu is a veteran god-ranked powerhouse, he has been operating in both the military and political circles of Yongguo for many years. He is powerful and influential, ranking among the top among the Eight Marquis.

Now that Han Yin has died, Han Xu is in power.

Upon hearing of Han Yin's death, Duke Wu Gong Xue Mingyi immediately took command of the Imperial Guard and slaughtered the Tianming Mansion officials. The Yongwang Palace was washed red with blood as he forcefully quelled the turmoil.

Thereafter, he personally led his forces to Lan'an Prefecture and engaged in a direct confrontation with the Qingjiang Water Master, Song Hengjiang. In the end, he joined forces with Duke of England, Bei Gongyu, to drive the Zhuangluo Allied Forces out of Yong territory.

Although the military communique credits Bei Gongyu with the chief victory in this battle, anyone with eyes can see that Bei Gongyu's support for Han Xu is not unwavering. As the only duke of Yongguo, his position is still unshakeable for now, but Xue Mingyi's rise is also unstoppable.

Just like the other participants in the Zhāng Yóngguó War, Wei Ning Hou Jiāo Wǔ's performance was relatively underwhelming. Despite bringing three Shén Lín Hóu yē (God-Descending Marquis) with him, he failed to kill Du Ruhui. Inevitably, there were voices saying that all four hòu (Marquis) in the war did not give their all and, after enjoying themselves for too long, lost their fighting spirit and were unwilling to fight hard for the country.

One gains while the other loses, and circumstances change over time.

Today's martial arts Marquis, not to mention the first among marquises, is also on par with Chengde Marquis Li Ying.

As some go up, others come down. The momentum of the Wining Hour inevitably fades away.

This time, Jiao Wu's birthday banquet was so grand, he even managed to invite Mo Jingyu with some unknown method. There must have been a reason for him to try and regain his prestige.

This kind of influence ranking changes won't be very obvious, but it is concretely reflected in all aspects, and it is known to everyone.

For example, when Weinning celebrated his 200th birthday, Emperor Yong personally attended to offer congratulations. However, for this 300th birthday celebration, he only sent an official with a gift.

For example, at this moment... the servant only reported a name, Xue Mingyi.

All the guests who came to celebrate Weining's birthday stood up to greet him, no one dared to sit down!

Before Winnie could even greet them, someone couldn't wait any longer and rushed out the door.

Even Feng Ming, who was filled with resentment and sought solace in alcohol, quickly stood up. It showed that he wasn't truly drunk; there was still clarity in his heart.

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Jiang Wang rose with the crowd, stealing a glance at Wei Ning Hou. The man's face showed no change, but that lack of expression itself spoke volumes.

In the entire opulent manor, the only two who remained seated were Wei Ning Hou Jiao Wu and Mo Jingyu beside him.

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Wei Ninghou was the master of the house, and being older and more respected, he naturally didn't have to give way. Mo Jingyu, whether leaning against the Mo family or relying on the Qin state, didn't need to show too much deference to Wugong Hou's face.

Of course, his sitting there was also, at its core, a statement. It was an expression of support for the Duke of Wining.

He needn't have done so. Even if he had risen to greet them, no one would have thought him servile; they would have simply thought him courteous. He wouldn't have offended anyone. But he did it anyway.

The complex meaning behind this, is thought-provoking.

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With heavy boots echoing, the valiant Wugong Hou strode into the courtyard in full armor, a smile on his face. “Happy 300th birthday, Lao San,” he boomed. “It’s such an important occasion. I apologize for arriving late, please forgive me!”

“It’s not late since you’re here. It’s the old man who should host esteemed guests like you, but I can’t leave my post to greet you personally. I hope Marquis Xue won't mind.” Jiao Wu sat at the head of the table and gestured with his right hand: “Please take a seat over here!”

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Someone had already given up the seat on Jiao Wu's right, waiting for Xue Mingyi to take it. Mo Jingyu sat quietly beside Jiao Wu on his left, saying nothing.

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"Lao Jiao is joking. If you came out to greet me, how could I dare to take a seat"

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Xue Mingyi strode toward the main table like a tiger, reaching the seat reserved for him but not sitting down.

He raised his eyes to look at "Heaven's Vault", glanced at the star and moon meticulously carved from jade, then swept over the fine wine and delicacies in the courtyard, remaining silent for a moment.

Jiao Wu wasn't afraid of anything. He had earned his current status through hard work and fighting. All his enjoyment was well-deserved. Even if Han Yin were resurrected, he couldn't say anything. Let alone Xue Mingyi, who was on the same level as him.

"How is it" Jiao Wu looked at him who was still hesitant to take a seat. "What advice does Hou Xue have for me"

“How dare you” Xue Mingyi turned back, smiling and said, “Xue simply feels that entering such a noble hall with such grandeur, to have nothing in hand is rather shabby.”

“You are a noble person, coming here as a distinguished guest. Your words are esteemed, and your sitting is a gracious act. What need is there for external celebrations” Mò Jīngyǔ spoke at this moment, his voice passing through the Xuantie mask with a dry, unreal quality: “Still, please take a seat.”

Xue Mingyi looked at him, as if waiting for him to speak first. He smiled faintly: "Master Mojia praises me so highly, I shouldn't be ungrateful and come empty-handed. Fortunately, I have prepared something. The Xue family is not a place that welcomes guests without offering hospitality."

At this point, the gaze shifted back to Jiao Wu. He said in his mouth: "Bring it on!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the gate to the courtyard swung open.

Four soldiers, marched into the courtyard, each carrying a man bound and gagged.

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With firm steps, maple leaves resonate.

Like a marching army, like a charging battle formation, imposing and awe-inspiring.

Then the entire hall erupted in astonishment!ieve they haven't had it.Over time, even the members of Xiang's family came to believe it.Otherwise, if their true monarchs died on the battlefield, loyal to the nation. Even if they were guilty, it w...