bdsm-fiction Chapter 6 The Gradual Shift of Destiny
Chapter 6 The Gradual Shift of Destiny
What is destiny?
This question has different answers in different eras.
Weak people tend to associate vague notions of destiny with real images.
Sometimes it's a strange celestial phenomenon, sometimes it's a terrifying natural disaster.
Sometimes, it is related to strange things that happen to specific people.
For example, when Temujin, the great ruler of Mongolia, was born, he held blood in his hands and was hailed as the son of the blue wolf and white deer, and the favorite of the Eternal Heaven.
For example, double pupils!!!
From Emperor Shun in ancient times to Xiang Yu, the overlord a thousand years ago, double pupils were a symbol of the union of a sage and the mandate of heaven.
Considering the young King Zhao's performance in the Battle of Yehuling and the series of reforms he implemented in Shandong, everyone felt an incredible yet logical guess.
This young King Zhao, Wanyan Kang, is the new Mandate of Heaven for the Central Plains in this era!
Yang An'er and his group were already at their wits' end and had no choice but to accept the imperial pardon.
The unusual phenomena displayed by Yang Kang provided an irrefutable reason for the sincerity of this offer of amnesty.
When Yang An'er and the other two returned to Yidu Prefecture with Yang Kang and Wanyan Chenheshang, Yelü Chucai was shocked like never before.
He was not shocked by Yang Kang's subjugation of Yang An'er and the other two, but by the imagery that suddenly appeared in the seventeen-year-old Yang Kang.
A young prince who, though domineering, is proud and already possesses the air of a great ruler; a double-pupiled figure who has been said throughout history to be destined by heaven.
Yelü Chucai, who was already skilled in divination and had a passion for astronomy and fortune-telling, fell into a state of existential doubt for the first time.
Yelü Chucai stood on the city wall of Yidu Prefecture, watching the stars all night.
"The Purple Star has shifted eastward!"
He muttered to himself,
"It shouldn't be like this."
He was knowledgeable in astronomy and knew that stars were simply the movements of celestial bodies.
But at this moment, he preferred to believe that the eastward-moving Purple Star was the young man before him.
"He's gone mad!"
He said to himself,
"Yelü Chucai, you've gone mad too."
A strange thought suddenly occurred to him: Could it be that destiny truly rests on this young man?
The news from Shandong, when it reached Zhongdu, was even more unsettling than the defeat at Yefuling.
It wasn't because Yang Kang had won another battle, but because of those rumors unrelated to the war—the Hegemon lifting the tripod, the appearance of double pupils, and the popular saying that he was the "chosen one."
Each incident was like a dull knife, slowly cutting at the nerves of certain people in the imperial court.
Crown Prince Wanyan Congke was the first to become restless.
He was only twenty years old and spent his days playing quail fighting and growing flowers and plants, never getting involved in politics.
But on this day, he broke into his father's bedroom for the first time ever.
"Father, have you heard about what happened in Shandong?"
Wanyan Congke's voice trembled.
"That Wanyan Kang... he has double pupils!"
Wanyan Yongji was staring blankly at a plate of grapes when he heard this. He looked up, his eyes flickering.
"So what if they have double pupils? Throughout history, how many people with double pupils have met a good end?"
"But the people don't see it that way!" Wanyan Congke stamped his feet in frustration.
"Some people in Yidu Prefecture have already built a shrine for him, saying something like 'The Overlord is reborn, the Mandate of Heaven has been bestowed upon him.'"
"If this continues, who in Zhongdu will still recognize the Wanyan family?"
Wanyan Yongji remained silent for a long time, then suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"He also has the surname Wanyan, and that bastard also has the surname Wanyan!!!!"
"Double pupils don't prove anything!!"
"Yu Juluo of the Sui Dynasty also had double pupils, but he was still killed by Yang Guang without any whim."
He paused, and his voice softened.
"We will also use him to deal with the Mongols and Temujin!"
Wanyan Congke wanted to say something more, but his father stopped him by raising his hand.
Wanyan Yongji crushed a grape, and the juice dripped through his fingers.
"Let him fight for me first, and after the war... we'll talk about it later."
Wanyan Congke left the bedchamber in a daze.
He walked to the palace gate and bumped into Prime Minister Wanyan Chenghui.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince."
Wanyan Chenghui gave a curt bow.
Wanyan Congke tugged at his sleeve and lowered his voice.
"You're saying that Wanyan Kang... was truly destined for greatness?"
Wanyan Chenghui did not answer, but only looked up at the rolling dark clouds on the horizon and said softly, "Heaven knows."
No one knows if the Mandate of Heaven is real, but many people know that from this moment on, the undercurrents in Zhongdu City can no longer be suppressed.
The suspicion from Zhongdu City gradually transformed into a tangible and intangible pressure, with more and more letters and secret edicts urging Yang Kang to return to Zhongdu, both overtly and covertly.
Even Wanyan Honglie, under pressure, hinted in a letter that he was forced to write the letter and return to Zhongdu.
Of course, this pressure remained below the surface and never became a forceful command.
Teenagers are most prone to impulsiveness!
If the reaction is too extreme, and the Jin dynasty actually raises its banner to establish a separatist regime in Shandong and confronts the imperial court, the Jin dynasty cannot afford such a loss at present.
. . . . .
In Yizhou Prefecture, Yang Kang, who was impatient with mundane affairs, finished giving important instructions and then handed over the government affairs to Yelü Chucai. He then went alone to the Mi River in the east of the city and hid underwater to cultivate.
Since its integration with the Xiang Yu template has become increasingly profound, apart from the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill" breaking through to the eighth level after the appearance of double pupils, the "Nine Yang Divine Skill" and "Complete True Internal Skill" have both remained at minor levels, making little progress.
He was gradually troubled by the bloodlust in his heart, and often became agitated and unable to enter a meditative state.
Only by utilizing the power of water can he calm down again and cultivate his internal energy.
To the east of Yidu Prefecture, the Mi River meanders for several miles.
The river is shallow and flows gently, with lush grass on both banks.
As spring transitions into summer, the landscape flourishes even more, amidst lush greenery and vibrant colors. A young girl in red leads a black horse that contrasts sharply with her red dress, strolling aimlessly along the riverbank.
The young girl, holding a pear blossom spear, rode her horse to the riverbank.
Seeing that there was no one around and the water plants were lush, he let the horses roam freely, while he sat cross-legged by the river, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.
After a long while, her mind gradually calmed down, and she picked up the pear blossom spear that was stuck to the side and began to practice her spear technique.
The gunshots sometimes darted like dragons, drifting into the clouds. Under the cold moonlight, the girl's figure, tumbling up and down, appeared both graceful and dangerous, like a beautiful yet sorrowful melody.
The spear is the ancestor of all weapons. Regardless of the origin of any spear technique or who wields it, it is all for one ultimate purpose: to kill.
As the gun in the girl's hand flashed faster and faster, the gunshots became increasingly urgent.
A wisp of scarlet killing intent began to swirl around her, startling the birds on both banks into flight.
Her magnificent black horse seemed to have long been accustomed to this scene, showing no reaction whatsoever, and instead leisurely grazing.
The water surface shimmered.
Suddenly, the gun unleashed a burst of energy that struck the water, creating towering waves.
"Friends underwater, haven't you shown yourself by now after watching for so long?"
"Peeping at others practicing martial arts is not the act of a gentleman."
A girl in red, holding a silver spear, stood proudly by the lush waterside.
As Yang Miaozhen finished speaking, the water rippled, and the river gradually calmed down.
Above the gently flowing river, the figure of a shirtless, muscular young man with long, flowing hair slowly rose from the river and stood on the water's surface.
The bright sunlight shone on Yang Kang's bronze-colored, muscular body, and the moisture was quickly evaporated by his internal energy, his long, flowing hair was dried in the blink of an eye.
Yang Kang slowly opened his eyes and looked at the woman in red in front of him.
The Mi River flowed slowly, its gentle current carrying Yang Kang, who was in deep meditation, out of his meditation and bringing him to a large rock in the river bend.
Until Yang Kang was awakened by the killing intent emanating from Yang Miaozhen's spear.
His mind was still in a meditative state, and his peaceful state of mind, which was in harmony with heaven and earth, was suddenly disturbed. However, he had not yet fully recovered his human emotions. He simply stood on the river and calmly looked at the girl in red on the riverbank.
The sunlight shone brightly overhead, making it impossible for Yang Miaozhen to see who was approaching, let alone the strange phenomenon in their eyes.
Yang Miaozhen was somewhat annoyed when she saw that Yang Kang was shirtless and remained silent for a long time.
But she was, after all, a heroine whose name would be recorded in history, and naturally she was far from being an ordinary woman.
Seeing that Yang Kang's skill in standing on the water was extraordinary, she immediately realized that she might have disturbed a master who was practicing martial arts there.
"This humble woman was unaware that you were cultivating here, senior. I have disturbed you unintentionally. Please forgive me."
Looking at Yang Kang standing on the river, Yang Miaozhen's anger gradually turned into shock.
Standing on the water, such martial arts skills are something that few people in the world can achieve, let alone someone who clearly looks like he has been submerged in the water for a long time and was only just awakened by her.
Yang Kang suddenly stared at Yang Miaozhen in front of him, a golden light flashing in his eyes.
He recalled the spear intent and killing intent that had just jolted him awake from his meditation.
A slight smile appeared on Yang Kang's lips.
The next moment, his figure swept across the river like a startled swan, arriving in front of Yang Miaozhen and striking the girl with a palm.
Yang Miaozhen was prepared and quickly dodged, then drew her gun to meet the enemy.
Yang Kang had been absorbing the power of the Overlord for a long time and could now control it at will.
Although each punch and kick possessed immense power, when they landed on Yang Miaozhen, they only caused her some suffering.
However, her marksmanship was indeed remarkable. Under the almost absolute suppression of power and speed, after ten moves, Yang Miaozhen actually managed to regain some rhythm.
In the back-and-forth exchanges, she gradually blocked Yang Kang's moves, and from time to time, her spear struck like a venomous snake, launching counterattacks from unbelievable angles.
Finally, after fifty moves, even Yang Kang could no longer be so arrogant.
Faced with this formidable opponent and heroine, he had to add a bit more force to his moves, knocking Yang Miaozhen's spear out of her hand.
The spear shot out like an arrow and plunged into the trunk of a nearby tree, its tip vibrating and humming.
The golden crow, which had been grazing on the riverbank, seemed to sense that its master was threatened. It let out a series of roars, ran to the place where the two were fighting, and began to circle around incessantly.
Yang Miaozhen looked at her empty hands, then at the pear blossom spear nailed to the tree trunk, and remained silent for a moment.
She didn't draw her gun!
"I've lost!"
"I really lost like this?"
There was a hint of disbelief in Yang Miaozhen's words, as if she was extremely puzzled by her own defeat.
"The young prince's martial arts are unparalleled, and he is invincible under heaven."
Yang Miaozhen dusted herself off, mounted her horse, and spoke calmly but with a hint of unspeakable regret. After a few dozen close-quarters combats, she naturally noticed her opponent's distinctive double pupils.
"Perhaps you truly are a great ruler!"
She reined in the horse, looked directly at Yang Kang, and said, word by word:
"It's a pity you're Han Chinese."
After saying that, she said no more and rode away.
The golden crow swooped down, its four hooves flying, and the red-clad figure gradually disappeared at the end of the Mi River.
"Han Chinese, Jurchens, Khitans..."
Yang Kang stood there, watching the direction Yang Miaozhen had gone, his tone clearly showing impatience.