CHAPTER 923: CHAPTER 127: NONE MAY BECOME A GOD WITHOUT MY DECREE

Li Guanyi left Jiangnan, unable to harness the might of the Nine Cauldrons to accomplish this task.

As for things like territory and metals, those were minor issues.

His internal Nine Provinces Tripod was awakening, but it was still very difficult; these problems could not be solved immediately. Yet Li Guanyi was carefree, just laughing and saying, "The heroic pass is truly as firm as iron, but now we stride forward anew."

He then looked at the Ancient Red Dragon, teasing playfully, "How about it, senior, wouldn’t it be better to go all the way and help me awaken the remaining eight parts of the Nine Cauldrons so this junior won’t have such a headache?"

The Ancient Red Dragon was speechless and said:

"You really have the temperament of that fellow from eight hundred years ago."

"Are you trying to drain my life’s essence?"

"Eat dragon meat with wine."

Li Guanyi gave an embarrassed smile, still not giving up, saying:

"Senior, about the previous matter of going to the Western Regions..."

The Ancient Red Dragon gave him a sidelong glance and said:

"I have already helped you forge the Nine Cauldrons, gathering the qi fortune of humanity."

"You young lad, have quite some nerve!"

"I have already said, if you can surprise me, then perhaps, but for now, it’s not enough."

"Get down!"

"Eat, eat, eat, all you know is eating!"

The Ancient Red Dragon suddenly flicked its tail, and the Qilin, which was enjoying the third bird, along with Li Guanyi were both tossed off, enveloped by a thin drizzle as they fell into the clouds.

The Jiangnan region has a lot of waterways, and some years, there’s too much rain in spring.

At this moment, Li Guanyi again sensed the mystery of the Nine Cauldrons. He stretched out his hand and covered the space before him, aiming at the vast sea of clouds. The light rain that fell was hazy, and as his palm slightly closed, the din of the cauldrons echoed in his ears.

Li Guanyi felt that at this moment, the might of the Nine Cauldrons seemed to be able to stop this rain that had lasted for several days.

In that instant, the rain that densely fell all slightly froze.

Hovering around Li Guanyi, it didn’t fall.

Li Guanyi descended from the heavens, surrounded by water vapor like a cloud pattern, murmuring, "The command of the Human Emperor, to establish a cauldron in a region for the well-being of the common folk."

"May the winds be gentle and the rains appropriate, and the crops abundant..."

"Such is the prayer of the Nine Cauldrons."

"Is it literal?"

Boom!!!

Accompanied by a low rumble of thunder, Li Guanyi saw the dragon’s shadow of the Ancient Red Dragon flicker through the clouds and mist. That control over the cloud’s weather suddenly dispersed and disappeared.

He descended, as the Qilin trod over flames, twisting to stand firm in the air, carrying Li Guanyi, gliding over, looking down from the height of the clouds, witnessing the villages below, where burning incense filled the air like white smoke in prayers for the rain to stop.

Suppressing the tremor in his heart, Li Guanyi perceived the utility of the Nine Cauldrons.

Needing the assistance of the Ancient Red Dragon to achieve this part.

It was because the Nine Cauldrons borrowed the characteristic of clouds following the dragon, enabling such capability.

Or was it the innate ability of the Ancient Red Dragon itself.

Fortified significantly due to the characteristics of the Nine Cauldrons as instruments of governance over the land.

Not for attack and killing, but for nurturing all living things.

Li Guan said, "The Nine Cauldrons are indeed not divine weapons used for combat."

"Hmm, in conventional terms, they aren’t."

"Unless someone becomes so desperate that they wish to lift a cauldron."

"Or has the courage large enough to challenge the mountains and rivers represented by the Nine Cauldrons..."

Li Guanyi gazed afar, seeing the white smoke rising from village towns, thinking of the departure of the Ancient Red Dragon, pondering as he returned to the Heavenly Strategy Mansion. The candidates ready to accompany Li Guanyi to the Western Regions were already prepared.

Pan Wanxiu, a middle-aged scholar of the Mo School.

Xu Tiange, a scholar of the Farmer School.

The Gongsun Family originally intended to have Gongsun Feixue step out, but Gongsun Feixue was the Young Pavilion Master of the Piaomiao Pavilion, now an essential industry in Jiangnan. This Young Pavilion Master glanced at the silver-haired girl nearby.

The silver-haired girl was nibbling on a soft pastry, her ears perked up.

Gongsun Feixue smiled gently.

Decisively refused.

"Feixue isn’t skilled in mechanical techniques, only in business operations."

"If the Lord wants someone skilled in mechanical techniques, I recommend Elder Gongsun Huaizhi."

With these preparations, the number proceeding to the Western Regions wasn’t many. Among them, individuals like Ling Pingyang and Wen Lingjun, iconic figures of the Qilin Army and Heavenly Strategy Mansion, certainly couldn’t go.

If they went, it would basically announce to the world that Li Guanyi was there.

Li Guanyi’s name was already famous around the world.

The other representative of world-renowned is—

Everyone would be highly vigilant.

No one would regard you as a minor role.

The moment you set out, the hostility level within the full range is at its highest.

Mr. Wen He submitted a suggestion, "If you openly appear in the Western Regions, it will directly attract all the remaining thirty-six tribes of the original Western Regions, the remnants of the Tuyuhun, the Regent King, Chen Country’s Lu Youxian, and even the Duke Mansion of Ying Country and all distinguished generals’ lockdown-level attacks."

He gathered an example, "It’s like when I was at the Academy, your flexible moral strategist under your command suggested using a stick, anesthetics, and ropes on me."

Xiao Zhi, Yuan Zhi: "..."

Yuan Zhi showed a trace of embarrassment.

Xiao Zhi sneered, immediately stepping back, and silently recorded in his notebook.

[On a certain year, month, day, Wen He sarcastically referred to me in the Lord’s presence]

[I noted it down]

Later, Yan Daiqing curiously asked, Mr. Wen He didn’t say who it was, why did you directly say it was you, and Xiao Zhi said, "He mentioned using ropes, sticks, powder for anesthesia, and a lack of moral high ground, besides me, who else could he be referring to?"

Yan Daiqing couldn’t refute it.

And Wen He’s suggestion even included the entire [Self-planning] chain strategy.

"A small stratagem, though I am very sorry I cannot accompany you, my Lord."