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Chapter 484 Joy of Life 41

"This is the second-ranked sword technique in the world—'The Sword Song of Western Chu'," Li Chengze said, handing the booklet to Xie Bi'an.

When Li Chengze transmigrated into the bodies of 'Xiao Ruojin' and 'Xiao Yu', he collected almost all the martial arts manuals in the world at that time.

The reason for bringing out "The Sword Song of Western Chu" now is to see if Xie Bi'an can master this martial art from the last world.

If so, it means his theory is valid.

Xie Bi'an was stunned for a moment, not expecting it to be for him, and quickly accepted it with both hands.

Looking down, just one glance, and a whole bunch of question marks popped into my head.

The Western Chu Sword Song? What kind of sword technique is that? Ranked second in the world? How come I've never heard of it before?

At Li Chengze's prompting, Xie Bi'an opened the booklet.

It's called a booklet, but it's actually only six pages long, and it only records three sword techniques.

As the top swordsman in Kyoto, Xie Bi'an had a good eye for swordsmanship.

Just after watching the first move, "Asking the Heavens," my heart was filled with a storm of emotions.

This sword technique was unlike any he had ever known before. Although some parts were obscure and difficult to understand, he could still clearly realize that this sword technique was extremely profound, far surpassing all the sword techniques he knew so far.

If he cultivates, he might be able to break through the bottleneck that he has been unable to overcome for so long.

Xie Bi'an's heart was pounding wildly, almost leaping out of his chest; he could clearly hear his own heartbeat.

At the same time, hesitation and struggle arose in my heart.

This sword technique has never been passed down in the world before; it is probably a royal secret.

The prince doesn't practice martial arts and doesn't know its value, but he can't just accept it like that.

A moment of inner struggle flashed through Xie Bi'an's mind, but he ultimately suppressed his reluctance and gritted his teeth to hand the booklet back to Li Chengze: "Your Highness, this sword technique is extremely valuable, you..."

"Bi'an," Li Chengze smiled slightly, interrupting him, "This is a reward from me. You cannot refuse; you can only express your gratitude."

Li Chengze's tone, which left no room for refusal, stirred Xie Bi'an's heart.

A flicker of emotion crossed his face. Holding the sword, he bowed deeply and said, "Your Highness's great kindness will be repaid with my life."

"Get up!" Li Chengze waved his hand, gesturing for him to stand up, then turned to ask, "Have you heard any news from Fan Wujiu recently?"

"Not yet, but judging from the content of his last message, it should be soon." Xie Bi'an stood up and carefully tucked the booklet into his bosom, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.

Upon hearing this, Li Chengze frowned: "There's still no news?"

When Fan Xian first arrived in Kyoto, he brought a leather suitcase with him.

Although the box was not large, Fan Xian valued it highly and, after arriving in Kyoto, he specially set up a mechanism to hide it.

Li Chengze was very curious about what was inside the box, so he drew a blueprint based on the box's appearance and instructed Fan Wujiu to find a reliable craftsman to make a new box that was almost identical, thus taking the opportunity to switch Fan Xian's box with the new one.

But to my surprise, after so much time has passed, I still haven't succeeded.

It must have been his oversight. Since Chen Pingping returned to the capital, he had been so focused on finding out what the secret between Chen Pingping and Emperor Qing really was that he had overlooked this matter.

Suppressing his doubts, Li Chengze decided to use his telekinetic powers to explore the Si Nan Marquis's residence again that night.

……

In the west of the city, a square building with gray-black exterior walls and a slightly gloomy appearance stands quietly.

This is one of the power centers of the Qing Kingdom—the Censorate.

As the most powerful entity within the Three Academies and Six Ministries system, no institution in the Qing Kingdom could supervise the Supervisory Council.

Its internal structure is sophisticated, with a clear division of labor, and it has eight departments, each with its own responsibilities and working together.

With the badge of authority that Fei Jie had given him, Fan Xian became a transcendent figure in the Censorate, his status almost on par with the heads of the Eight Great Offices.

Especially after Chen Pingping returned to the capital, he took extra care of Fan Xian and subtly revealed his intention to have Fan Xian take over the Supervisory Council, which made Fan Xian's status, to some extent, even surpass that of the head of the Eighth Bureau.

After Cheng Jushu and the others were transferred to the Supervisory Council, with Chen Pingping's tacit approval, Fan Xian suppressed his murderous intent and eagerly began the interrogation.

During the interrogation, Fan Xian almost lost control of his emotions and wanted to kill these people to avenge the dead.

But he ultimately managed to restrain himself from the impulse.

He wanted to know who was behind Niulan Street and, more importantly, the source of the explosives.

Especially the latter.

Eighteen years of living in this world was enough for Fan Xian to gain a basic understanding of it.

Based on current global development trends, gunpowder, a weapon with massive destructive power, is unlikely to be invented for a considerable period of time.

But it miraculously appeared.

Therefore, Fan Xian was eager to know whether the gunpowder was invented by the natives of this world or brought over by another time traveler.

The thought of the latter possibility made his heart race involuntarily, and his heart filled with anticipation.

Although Fan Xian was happy to have a healthy body in this world, the thoughts and memories in his mind that were out of step with this world constantly reminded him of his difference from those around him.

Even surrounded by all sorts of people, he still felt a deep sense of loneliness.

Therefore, finding out the source of gunpowder was far more urgent for him than uncovering the truth behind Niulan Street.

Unfortunately, Emperor Qing was very cunning and acted meticulously, leaving no trace.

Now that they've handed the people over to Fan Xian, it's destined that Fan Xian won't be able to learn any information he shouldn't from them.

After a full day of interrogation, Fan Xian still got nothing out of the dungeon and could only leave with a gloomy expression.

However, it was this fruitless search that gave him a rough guess about the mastermind behind it all.

Cheng Jushu and the others had already been interrogated by Emperor Qing, and everything that could be interrogated had already been interrogated.

The manipulator behind the scenes not only harbored hostility towards him, but also possessed sufficient ability and means to get Emperor Qing to help cover up the truth afterward.

Such people are few and far between in Kyoto.

It's nothing more than the Crown Prince, the Second Prince, and his future mother-in-law.

Thinking of this, an uncontrollable rage burned fiercely in Fan Xian's heart.

These powerful and influential people, for their own selfish gain, are capable of colluding with enemy countries and committing murder in the streets; even being torn to pieces would not be too much of a punishment.

Because of their prominent positions, even though they committed such heinous crimes, they could continue to evade justice without paying any price.

How unfair this world is!

Fan Xian was filled with indignation. He stood in front of the stone tablet of the Censorate and looked at the words engraved on it again and again.

This stone tablet has existed since the establishment of the Supervisory Yuan and was left by his mother, Ye Qingmei.

When he first saw the stone tablet, he was still an outsider and did not truly resonate with the Qing Kingdom. He was only thinking about how to live his own life well.

At that time, he merely reached out and brushed away the dust from the three characters "Ye Qingmei," without reading the contents carefully.

At this moment, however, he carefully wiped away all the dust from the entire stone tablet and read the inscription word by word, as if he wanted to imprint every word deeply into his mind.

"...The laws of Qing Kingdom are established for the benefit of the people; they are not tolerated because of the nobility..."

Again and again, and again.

Fan Xian tried hard to piece together his mother's ideals and vision from these words.

From initial skepticism to eventual understanding, his inner world underwent a tremendous transformation.

The heart that once only wanted a peaceful life is now pounding wildly, and an unprecedented impulse is surging within him.

Ye Qingmei was right!

At this moment, Fan Xian truly understood Ye Qingmei.

After living a muddled life for eighteen years, Fan Xian finally found the meaning of his existence in this world.

He walked on the bluestone path under the moonlight, each step seemingly strengthening his resolve and making his direction clearer.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at Niulan Street.

Although the area was a mess after the explosion, it has been cleaned up completely.

But the faint smell of blood in the air, and the unrepaired explosion marks on the buildings on both sides, silently reminded Fan Xian of the terrible things that had happened here.

Fan Xian was lost in his thoughts for a long time. When he came back to his senses, he was suddenly surprised to find that the moon in the sky was quietly covered by dark clouds, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.

A damp smell filled the air, and raindrops began to fall from the sky, gently tapping the ground.

In an instant, the raindrops gradually became denser.

Fan Xian quickly composed himself and ran towards home.

Meanwhile, inside the Second Prince's residence, Li Chengze was staring intently at the leather trunk beside the bed, eager to see what was inside.

This suitcase is made of a special material. We just had someone try to cut it open, and they couldn't split it open with either a knife or an axe.

There was no other way but for him to come in person.