roccoschili Chapter 1506: 163: Smell Foul from 3 Li Away, Fame Spreads Across 10,000 States (Request for Monthly Votes)_2
Chapter 1506: 163: Smell Foul from 3 Li Away, Fame Spreads Across 10,000 States (Request for Monthly Votes)_2
Chapter 1506: Chapter 163: Smell Foul from 3 Li Away, Fame Spreads Across 10,000 States (Request for Monthly Votes)_2The voices within Qi Country that trampled and defamed Jiang Wang suddenly fell silent.
Those who firmly believed that Jiang Wang had issues stayed behind closed doors, pretending dead as if they had never spoken.
The nameless and faceless ones quietly faded away. But those notable personalities who passionately guided public opinion were not easily let off.
The renowned scholar Er Fengming had a residence with excellent scenery in the East Suburb, and the lotus pond in the courtyard was poured with ink.
The entire pool turned black, and all the fish died.
Someone left a note by the shore: Muddy water cannot taint clear water, so can ink?
The gate of the house in Linzi was doused with feces in the night.
Passersby pinched their noses and avoided it, laughingly saying—
“So this is the smell that travels three miles.”
Er’s family frantically reported to the Patrol Inspection Bureau, demanding a search of the neighboring streets to find out who dirtied their door with feces.
The arrest officer at the Patrol Inspection Bureau only replied, “There are so many who despise Lord Er in the world, how can one check every three miles along the way? The bureau truly lacks the capacity for such an investigation.”
For a time, “The stench of Er Fengming travels three miles” spread all over Linzi.
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Jiang Wang became famous when he rose to prominence on the world-noticed Guanhe Platform.
When his reputation fell, it also fell to universal knowledge.
Some knew of him, others didn’t, but during this period, it was hard to avoid his name.
The Triple Punishment Palace has always stood firm on the law, never siding with any worldly force.
The two Palaces of Law, Rule Heaven and Outline Earth, rarely engaged in the mortal world, except the disciples from the Executioner Palace frequently traveled.
Unlike cultivators of other schools who either upheld chivalry or punished evil and uplifted good, solely based on personal justice.
Wherever the disciples of Executioner Palace went, they adhered to the local laws when meting out punishment.
Different places have different laws, for example, theft is penalized under Qi’s Law with tenfold punishment, under Qin’s Law, it’s amputation of a finger.
For adultery, under Chu’s Law, the sentence is over five years. Under Mu’s Law, it’s “castration by horse’s tail,” meaning tying the vital parts to a horse’s tail and being dragged away.
There was once an outsider merchant with the surname Wu, who, after getting intoxicated by beauty on the grassland, found himself executed the next day…
This case is found in Mugu’s criminal records, stating “…the member was too small to tie to the horse’s tail, so the executioner impatiently sliced it off.”
It’s said that this merchant Wu spent a lot of Silver trying to have the case tried in his home country but failed. The widespread case became solid proof of the differences in laws among various countries.
The law codes of various nations were all originally derived from the Canon of Law, but due to temporal and geographical differences, as well as different concepts of Legalist cultivators, many divergences emerged.
Legalist disciples are well-versed in the world’s law codes, never violating laws in their actions, often resolving malicious cases with local government involvement. They are hugely popular in many nations and often viewed as valuable additions to the local officials.
However, in those powerful countries that heavily emphasize official authority, they are the least welcome wanderers.
Yet, these countries spare no effort in recruiting Legalist talents.
Ultimately, they desired control first, and order second.
The Triple Punishment Palace respects local laws in different places, and if there’s anything they find improper, they simply choose to assign capable individuals to enter officialdom, quietly amending established laws, never directly intervening in any nation with force.
Thus, it enjoys an excellent reputation.
Beyond various nations, in matters concerning the entirety of the Human Race, like the Demon clan, Demon Race, and Sea Clan… the Triple Punishment Palace follows the Canon of Law.
The affair of Jiang Wang communicating with Demons is precisely something the Triple Punishment Palace can scrutinize without being bound by Jinguo’s law.
Compare worldwide, in terms of public credibility, the Triple Punishment Palace is far beyond Jing Country Mirror World Platform.
So as soon as the Triple Punishment Palace made a statement on this matter, the public opinion on Jing Country Mirror World Platform collapsed.
In this situation, Jinguo remained silent, but the world wasn’t soundless.
At the Duke of the Great Chu Huai State’s Government House.
A middle-aged beautiful lady, hair adorned with only a single moon-shaped hairpin, strolled slowly in the garden.
Though she wore extremely simple yet clean clothes, her demeanor was naturally dignified.
At that time, the whole garden’s fragrance of flowers surged silently, with a slanting sunlight tree standing against the sky. A handsome young man, dressed in a light blue long robe, sat alone in a pavilion performing techniques.
A stone bench, occupied by just one person.
Water flowed around him, revealing pavilions and towers in the shimmering light. Among them, appeared and disappeared the Dragon Palace Waterside Pavilion, making the individual stand out even more.
“Little Guang Shu…” the lady began to speak.
Her voice was extremely gentle, seemingly able to smooth all wrinkles of the world.
Zuo Guangshu opened his eyes and looked at the woman through the flowing water: “Mother, what’s the matter?”
Frowning slightly, somewhat displeased at being disturbed.
It’s not that the mother and son have a bad relationship, it’s just that he is devoted to cultivation, seeking only to advance. But his mother comes to persuade him at least five times a month to rest and play more. She always finds excuses to distract him from his training, like the fruit in the orchard today or the flowers in the fertile field tomorrow.
At his age, after explaining nicely a few times to no avail, he inevitably gets a bit impatient.
Entering the garden is the middle-aged beautiful woman named Xiong Jingyu, a daughter of the royal family of Great Chu, the current Emperor Chu’s younger sister, with noble blood. Her marriage into the Huai Nation Government House was an enviable match in Chu Territory back then.
After Zuo Guangshu’s father died in battle, Emperor Chu, concerned for his sister, advised her to remarry, offering several noble families to choose from. But she resolutely refused, simply saying, “The Long River cannot follow the tide.”
She single-handedly raised two sons, teaching them personally, saying they must “inherit the legacy of heroes,” and indeed, she achieved it.
The eldest son proved himself worthy, revitalizing the reputation of the Zuo Family, dominating the youth of Chuguo, until the Battle of the Valley, when the genius fell…
This strong yet gentle woman tread lightly, a habit developed over the years, afraid of disturbing her children’s cultivation.
Seeing Zuo Guangshu’s impatient look, she didn’t take offense.
She just shook the jade token in her hand and smiled gently: “I just received an interesting piece of news. I suppose you don’t want to know, do you?”
After all, she is his mother, he cannot speak harshly.
Although Zuo Guangshu had no interest in the “interesting news” she mentioned, and had long grown tired of things like “Lantern Festivals” and “Flower Festivals,” he couldn’t say it outright.
He could only lower his gaze, explaining gently: “Mother, I need to cultivate.”
“Oh, I see.” Xiong Jingyu sighed: “Of course. You, a distinguished talent of Great Chu, a young lord, how could you possibly care about news from the people of Qi Country? It’s your mother disturbing you!”
Zuo Guangshu looked up.
But she had already placed the jade token behind her back, hands clasped as she walked out of the garden.
Mumbling softly, “I wonder if this Jiang Wang, who you said would accompany you to the Mountain and Sea Realm and come to stay at our house for a while, is the same Jiang Wang?”
“Mother…” Zuo Guangshu called out softly.
Xiong Jingyu turned her head with a tilted neck, her beautiful eyes filled with a smile: “Who’s calling me?”
Zuo Guangshu waved away the water flow twining around him and said obediently: “It’s little Guangshu!”
Xiong Jingyu turned back fully, still holding her hands behind her, a theatrically worried expression on her face: “Did Mother disturb your cultivation?”
“Of course not!” Zuo Guangshu quickly denied.
“Really?”
“Really not!”
“Oh. Then I’m relieved.” Xiong Jingyu lightly patted her heart, making a relieved expression: “Interrupting the young lord’s cultivation, how could I be so bold?”
Zuo Guangshu lowered his eyes, embarrassed: “Mother…”
“Oh dear.” Xiong Jingyu chuckled softly: “Our little Guangshu, feeling shy now.”
“Well… Mother.” Zuo Guangshu knew he couldn’t keep tangling with her, chatting aimlessly, as this woman could talk until the next morning. He tilted his head to look behind her, pointed a finger, and asked obediently: “What news did you bring me?”
Xiong Jingyu didn’t tease him any longer and simply handed over the jade token in her hand: “Here you go.”
Zuo Guangshu stepped out of the pavilion, took the intelligence-recording jade token in his hand, and his mind flowed through, absorbing all the information within.
Looking at his mother, his eyes became bright and clear: “Is it true?”
Xiong Jingyu smiled and said: “News from Zhanghua Platform, could it be false?”
Zuo Guangshu smiled self-approvingly: “He’s not bad at all, worthy to be someone who can spar with me.”
Jiang Wang and Zuo Guangshu were good friends in the Taixu Illusion Realm, something Xiong Jingyu naturally knew, otherwise she wouldn’t have brought this news over immediately.
“Alright then.” Xiong Jingyu smiled at her son, turned to leave: “I won’t disturb your cultivation anymore, don’t want to annoy you.”
“Mother, please don’t say that.” Zuo Guangshu sweetly said from behind her: “I’m not annoyed at all!”
Xiong Jingyu didn’t turn back, just waved her hand: “There’s Fengwu tea cooling in your room, remember to drink it when you get back.”
The figure gradually receded.
It was a familiar sight.
Once his mother walked away, and the courtyard was empty, Zuo Guangshu suddenly clenched his fist and jumped in place.
“Hey!”
Qingshi’s top Inner Mansion! Truly remarkable!
Xiong Jingyu, who had already walked out of the garden, couldn’t help but laugh again.
Since… thereafter, little Guangshu rarely had such a happy moment.