Chapter 54

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“Brother, where are we going?” Yang Guo asked.

They were a group of over ten people, riding horses, and the dozens of soldiers who had accompanied Yang Guo were no longer with them.

“To Dashi Pass, to see your Uncle Guo and Aunt Guo,” Zhao Hao said.

With their martial arts skills, even while riding, they could easily converse.

“Ah, why are we going to Dashi Pass? Why don’t we go to Xiangyang?” Yang Guo asked, somewhat disappointed.

“No rush, we will go to Xiangyang eventually. First, let’s go to Dashi Pass to see a good show,” Zhao Hao said with a smile.

“What kind of show is there at Dashi Pass?” Yang Guo asked.

“Your Uncle Guo and Aunt Guo have invited heroes from all over to hold a Heroic Assembly. Doesn’t that count as a good show?” Zhao Ling'er said.

It’s worth noting that Zhao Ling'er couldn’t ride a horse, so she was riding with Zhao Hao.

“What are they holding the Heroic Assembly for?” Yang Guo asked, frowning.

He had been in the army for years and didn’t know much about the江湖 (jianghu) news.

“Of course, it’s to resist the Mongols. In the jianghu, everyone except the Power Sect and the various sects will probably attend. It’s said they will even elect a Wulin Alliance Leader to lead the heroes,” Zhao Ling'er said with a light laugh, her smile a mix of sincerity and sarcasm, known only to herself.

“Did they not invite the Power Sect?” Yang Guo asked, puzzled.

“The Power Sect has no time to attend any Heroic Assembly,” Zhao Hao said.

Yang Guo fell silent.

Indeed, the Power Sect had no time for a Heroic Assembly.

They were rushing to Xiangyang from all over the country.

Some had already engaged in fierce battles with Mongol soldiers.

For them, whether it was a Wulin Assembly or a Heroic Assembly, it was never part of their agenda.

The purpose of the Heroic Assembly was to gather the strength of the entire Wulin to resist the Mongols.

However, the Power Sect had been doing this for many years.

When others were still talking about it, the disciples of the Power Sect had already killed thousands of Mongol soldiers.

When others were preparing to gather a group of Wulin heroes to boost morale, the Power Sect had already sacrificed the lives of ten thousand disciples to show their stance.

They never called themselves heroes, and they never made their actions known to the world beforehand.

But their actions were more heroic than anyone else's.

“I don’t understand. Since the Power Sect has already shown their stance, why don’t Uncle Guo and Aunt Guo go straight to Xiangyang and still hold a Wulin Assembly?” Yang Guo asked.

He understood, but he wanted to hear Zhao Hao explain it.

Zhao Hao looked at Yang Guo, slowed down, and said, “The Power Sect is the Power Sect, and others are others; they can’t be lumped together. Over the years, the rise of the Power Sect has affected many people’s interests. The Power Sect’s fifty thousand disciples all follow my orders. The other Wulin people, however, have their own ideas. When the time comes, they will each serve their own masters, and their combat effectiveness will decrease rather than increase.”

“Moreover, Wulin people are often proud and independent, and they hate being constrained by others. They may have the heart to serve the country, but their ridiculous pride makes them unwilling to submit to others and follow their commands. They respect and fear the Power Sect. Yang Guo, you can’t think that everyone attending the Heroic Assembly will truly be willing to sacrifice their lives, can you?”

“What about Uncle Guo and Aunt Guo?” Yang Guo’s voice trembled slightly.

“Guo Jing is probably genuinely planning to contribute, but given his nature, he might not be able to do such a thing. Organizing the Heroic Assembly is definitely Huang Rong’s idea. Huang Rong’s thoughts, well, let’s just say she is a qualified wife,” Zhao Hao said.

“Huang Rong’s thoughts are not wrong, but cleverness is still cleverness and can never be called wisdom. No wonder the Beggar Sect has been declining for so many years, and Huang Rong herself has achieved nothing,” Zhao Ling'er said.

“We can’t expect all women to have Ling'er’s vision and perspective. Huang Rong has already achieved a lot,” Zhao Hao said.

Zhao Ling'er smiled slightly and leaned into Zhao Hao’s embrace, saying no more.

“Then why are we going to the Heroic Assembly?” Yang Guo asked.

“To settle some matters. The pieces I placed casually in the past should now be brought to a close. Also, the entanglements between you and the Guo family, and the grudges with the Quanzhen Sect, have been dragged on for too long and need to be resolved,” Zhao Hao said.

“My father...” Yang Guo hesitated.

Zhao Hao had already told him everything about Yang Kang. Yang Guo was no longer a child and had his own judgment.

So his feelings towards Guo Jing and Huang Rong were particularly complex.

In essence, Yang Guo was not a bad person. He was impulsive, but he was not the type to mix right and wrong.

Knowing what Yang Kang had done and the circumstances of his death, Yang Guo found it hard to truly hate Huang Rong.

But he couldn’t pretend to know nothing and interact with Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

After all, Yang Kang had indirectly died at Huang Rong’s hands.

The enmity for his father’s death was already unfilial if not avenged, and if he were to befriend his enemies, Yang Guo was not so magnanimous.

Zhao Hao was not Yang Guo and couldn’t fully understand his thoughts. But having lived two lives, Zhao Hao was much more mature than Yang Guo and could guess most of his thoughts.

“You don’t need to think too much. Just go with the flow. Your father is your father, and you are you. The Yang and Guo families have been close for generations. Your mother was saved from humiliation with the help of Guo Jing and Huang Rong. Your relationship with them is hard to completely sever, but you don’t need to be overly close, nor do you need to be deliberately cold,” Zhao Hao said.

If it weren’t for Guo Jing and Huang Rong, Mu Nianci would have been raped by the Beggar Sect’s Elder Jian.

This favor could never be erased.

Mu Nianci herself did not bear any grudge against Guo Jing and Huang Rong because of Yang Kang’s death, so Yang Guo didn’t need to either.

However, unless the person themselves understood, it was hard for others to persuade them.

Yang Guo fell silent, and Zhao Hao said no more.

“Your Highness, there is something I don’t understand,” Zhongxin said.

The three thousand monk soldiers had already set out for Xiangyang, while Zhongxin was accompanying Zhao Hao to Dashi Pass.

“What is it?” Zhao Hao asked.

“Your Highness, the Power Sect has lost over ten thousand people this time, which is shocking. They shouldn’t have lost so many. Martial disciples are not skilled in direct battlefield combat. Small-scale assassinations, guerrilla warfare, and destroying supplies are what they should be doing,” Zhongxin said.

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