Peace Order

"After the child was born, he got scared of seeing this child, so he ran off to the East Sea to fish."

"And he was gone for over a dozen years."

"Hardly ever asked about anything."

The old man beside the fisherman twitched in the cheeks, flipped the old turtle over with a backhand, used it as a shield in front, then clenched his buttocks and scooted sideways for several zhang in one burst, as if sparks were about to shoot from his rear.

He looked at the storyteller over there with his tongue flapping, then at the fisherman with his head lowered and black aura billowing above his crown, then looked again at the storyteller over there.

The white-haired old man and the old Mystic Turtle both sucked in a cold breath together.

Tu Shengyuan, you’re dead meat!

If you want to die, don’t splatter my clothes with blood.

Just as the fisherman slowly rose to his feet, that Guest Elder of The World’s First Building tilted his neck back for a swig of wine, let out a boozy hiccup, and said, "With such an irresponsible old man, you tell me, how could things possibly turn out well?!"

"However, though this old man is irresponsible, when it comes to this only daughter of his, he really does dote on her. All those folks who walked the road of life and death together with Emperor Qin, that’s one thing—if that kid really started fooling around with beauties all over the place, I’m afraid this fishing geezer would be grabbing his rod and barging straight into the greatest forbidden ground in the world—the Great Qin imperial palace."

The urge on the fisherman’s face to toss this guy into the sea as bait in front of a shark swarm finally slowly dispersed.

From beginning to end, he still maintained the calm composure of a Martial Arts Legend.

That sense of walking amidst the myriad sights of the mortal Wanxiang, looking down on all living beings with serene detachment.

Everything is in my hands.

Until that biggest loudmouth under heaven, Tu Shengyuan, downed one last mouthful of wine and said, "But yeah, this guy really is unreliable. He doesn’t even know his own daughter is about to marry Emperor Qin."

"Envoys were sent to where they used to be, but they just couldn’t find him no matter what."

The expression on the Whale Hunter’s face slowly solidified bit by bit.

Huh????

"Setting sail—!!!"

"Setting sail!!!"

On a summer day, another big ship was about to put out to sea. The brawny men with some strength in them shouted in unison, waves rolling, everything looking peaceful and harmonious—when suddenly, a thunderous boom was heard.

Boom!!!!

As if a fishing rod had smashed down onto the sea’s surface.

Across the vast sea, waves split and swells were cleaved; in an instant, a trench several li long collapsed open, waters surging as they crashed downward, the sound thunderous like lightning, a spectacle like a waterfall opening the sea.

A whale was yanked up into the air by this immense force.

Invisible Qi Force turned into a fishing line.

The whale tumbled into the sky, several zhang high, casting a massive shadow. The commoners along the East Sea shore had never seen such a sight; each and every one of them was stunned, faces pale, eyes dull.

Old Mr. Siming and the Mystic Turtle clutched each other and shrieked, "Cao!!!"

"You’re just fishing, what are you going crazy for?!"

Only to see Qi Force surging as that fisherman in a bamboo hat stepped onto the void. With just a sweep of his sleeve, that massive whale—no one knew how much it weighed—was sent flying far off, then crashed down with a boom, whipping up towering waves.

Such a hand, splitting the sea with a flick and reeling in a giant whale with Qi Force while walking on air, was like that of an Immortal.

The giant whale plunged back into the sea, sending up spray and sea wind that mixed together, like a sea of clouds crashing to the ground. Though the onlookers weren’t injured, they all cried out in shock or instinct, and subconsciously looked up at that figure standing in midair.

The cloudlike spray and gale tore the Whale Hunter’s bamboo hat off.

A head of silver hair fell down, handsome brows and eyes, seemingly like an Immortal.

But his face carried the look of someone who overslept and missed something huge—like being struck by five bolts of lightning.

"Shaking Light, my daughter, getting married?"

"Done for, done for, done for!"

"I’ve missed it again!!!"

The Whale Hunter didn’t hesitate in the slightest, turned around and unleashed the Divine Ability of a Martial Arts Legend. His feet stepped on empty air, sending out one silver ripple after another, forming a Formation that supported the figure of this Martial Arts Legend as he shot off like lightning toward Jiangnan.

Tu Shengyuan sat there, lifted his hand, and wiped the seawater off his face.

The alcohol had all evaporated; he muttered, "...That was close. How is this Formation Leader in the East Sea, and how did a mess like this end up dumped on me?"

"Still, good thing he cares about that matter. He probably won’t have the mind to bother with me."

"He’s the very peak of the Martial World after all, a Martial Arts Legend."

"Things are already like this."

"I’ll take a sip, calm my nerves first."

Tu Shengyuan was about to drink when his waist suddenly tightened. His expression froze, and he slowly lowered his head, inch by inch, to see a silver thread visible to the naked eye tied around his body.

The silver thread looked like a strand of starlight cut from the sky.

Glowing with flowing radiance, yet incredibly tough.

Tu Shengyuan’s mouth twitched.

"...Crap."

This guy came from a beggar’s background.

He never leaves revenge for the next night.

Splash—

It was as if a loud noise exploded by his ear; the next instant, Tu Shengyuan’s vision blurred, and he was already being dragged by that "thread" to who-knew-where, fierce winds slamming into his face, his beard whipping wildly.

Then he saw in front of him another old man with the exact same look as himself.

"Isn’t this Mr. Siming?"

"How have you been, old sir?"

The old Siming and the old Mystic Turtle were tied together; hearing this, he rolled his eyes. "You tell me, do I look like I’ve been well?!"

He was about to say something more, when his expression suddenly froze.

"Fuck! There’s a flock of birds ahead, you fishing bastard, slow down!!"

But the Whale Hunter couldn’t be bothered with any of that.

His speed kept rising.

He smashed through everything blocking the way, and with the power of a Martial Arts Legend, forcibly flew back to the Jiangnan imperial palace in the shortest possible time, then dropped straight down without caring about anything else.

The Great General Yue Qianfeng, who was guarding the palace, tried to stop him.

He was directly slapped flying by the Whale Hunter.

This was no longer the chaotic era of contending kingdoms, and there were no large armies; even a Grandmaster Realm expert was no match for a Martial Arts Legend. It was a close thing that he didn’t slap open the seams of the armor of Beiding Duke Yue Qianfeng of later generations. Once he landed, he paid no attention to the two men and one turtle wobbling and dizzy behind him, and strode forward.

Only to see an old man ahead, already waiting in full ceremonial robes.

Nan Hanwen cupped his hands and said, "Formation Leader has arrived."

The Whale Hunter had rushed back all the way, as if his heart were on fire. He looked around, his brows shooting up, and said, "Wasn’t there supposed to be a grand wedding?! Why is everything so plain today?"

He paused, then flew into a Great anger. "What is going on?!!"

"What is that brat planning? Could it be that my daughter’s wedding is far beneath that Xue Family girl’s?!"

Nan Hanwen’s expression did not change as he said:

"Your Majesty would never do such a thing; it was Her Highness who insisted."

The Whale Hunter’s brows furrowed. "What?!"

"Where is that brat Li Guanyi?!"

"Your Majesty and Her Highness are both absent at the moment."

Nan Hanwen took out a letter and handed it to the Whale Hunter, speaking politely and gently:

"This is a letter Her Highness prepared for you, sir."

Shaking Light’s letter suppressed the Whale Hunter’s temper. He raised his hand and snatched the letter, unfolded it, and froze slightly when he saw there was only a single character written on it—

"[Idiot]."

.........

Creak, creak——

The carriage rolled across the land. Though it was summer, thanks to the Fire Qilin absorbing the heat, the temperature was just right, the most comfortable state. The silver-haired girl quietly read her book; sensing that the letter she had left behind was being opened, she withdrew her attention from the scroll.

Beside her sat Emperor Qin, dressed like a Ranger, legs crossed, one hand propping his chin as he yawned. Before coming out, he had urgently worked overtime with his ministers to clear a pile of backlogged affairs, only then slipping away.

"Where are we going?!"

"Home."

The silver-haired girl’s eyes were as quiet as in the very beginning. Li Guanyi said, "Do you want to go back and take a look at the Stargazing Lineage’s secret place?"

The silver-haired girl nodded.

"Mm."

Her tone had no Ripples or fluctuation. "I don’t like crowds."

"I want to go back and see my teacher and mistress."

"They’re there."

The silver-haired girl picked up a cloth bag. There was no expression on her face, but there was a kind of eager-to-try feeling: "I’m already prepared. Provisions."

When she opened it, it was a whole bundle of steamed buns.

The Fire Qilin let out a pained whimper.

Li Guanyi’s forehead twitched. The silver-haired girl closed up the bundle and looked at the young man beside her. As Li Guanyi turned his head, a fingertip lightly poked his cheek. Sunlight filtered through gaps in the leaves, casting pale golden shadows across the silver-haired girl’s face.

The girl’s eyes were clear and transparent, just like back then.

Emperor Qin saw Shaking Light radiate a feeling of peace and a faint smile.

Shaking Light, who still looked like a seventeen-year-old girl, had very subtle changes of expression on her face. She thought it over very seriously, then, with no particular expression or tone, said, "According to the Central Plains’ way of saying it, is this considered a ’returning to the bride’s family’?"

Li Guanyi froze, then smiled:

"We haven’t even bowed in the wedding ceremony yet, so technically, no."

"But if you say it is, then it is."

"Ah, should I be bringing some gifts when we go?"

The silver-haired girl’s gaze was calm. The Ranger sitting cross-legged beside her was saying something with a smile. On the girl’s knees lay a scroll; when it was closed, there was a line of black ink on the cover—

[Xiao Yu’er and Li Nu’er’s Travelogue].

The story of you and me.

The next act, unveiled.