Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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At this moment, Shao Nanqin mustered up her courage and asked.

Wang Anzhi shook his head. "A single document wouldn't have the desired effect. What's truly difficult to deal with is the vast network of powerful figures that Constantine, who controls this means of production, has cultivated over a period of time."

Wang Anzhi did not forget the "ticket" to the new world that Odin had promised to the half-blood families he controlled.

When these people set foot in the new world, that is when they will evolve into the "new dragon race".

Of course, Odin did not consider these people to be worthy of such a title, and he merely regarded them as food for his old father.

Odin wanted to use this method to prematurely bring his father, who was still in the "egg," into life, just like the dragon king Constantine, who was born unnaturally in the original timeline and was on the verge of self-destruction as soon as he was born.

If that weren't the case, Angers wouldn't have been able to overpower the dragon king, who was essentially a human, in close combat.

Shao Nanqin tried to persuade her, but her sister stopped her.

While pulling her sister's hand to stop her from speaking further, Shao Nanyin sighed with admiration for her sister's kindness, saying she truly deserved to be her sister.

Xia Mi thought for a moment, then looked at Wang Anzhi, "So, senior brother, the person who has the elixir of immortality and is connected with Constantine can now be completely identified, right?"

“It has already been confirmed, and now there is just one more piece of evidence,” Wang Anzhi also thought of the pale-faced young man who had once hosted a tea party for them.

"It's probably Bai Luyan, the head of the Bai family!"

He shook his head. "I just don't know what the Bai family head did with the remaining elixir of immortality. Surely he didn't take it himself!"

He's so young; his thirst for power far outweighs his pursuit of immortality.

Throughout history, only monarchs of unified and prosperous dynasties, or at the very least, emperors of peaceful times, have had the means to pursue immortality. Which deposed monarch would wholeheartedly cultivate Taoism and yearn for longevity?

Oh, he forgot about Emperor Huizong of Song, that oddball.

It's not impossible that there might be exceptions, so Wang Anzhi decided it was best not to consider all possibilities.

The dragon maid then remembered what Constantine had told her before she left: "Perhaps, your choice is better."

At that moment, Shao Nanyin was dumbfounded. She had never seen the Dragon King so dejected. His dejected air was as if he had just crawled out of a thousand-year-old coffin, full of gloom and despair for the future.

It wasn't until she saw her "master" that Shao Nanyin had a sudden realization: five thousand years ago, the brothers, the King of Bronze and the King of Fire, each failed once; two thousand years ago, they failed again when facing her "master."

So now, when facing their old rivals head-on, how much youthful vigor do they still have left?

The Dragon King isn't human, so he can't exactly imitate Zeng Guofan, the barber, and use the phrase "fighting again and again despite repeated defeats" to complain to the Tartar emperor!

The Black Emperor on his head had long been overthrown by them, which is why the four monarchs can be called monarchs, unlike the old council of elders who could only be called elders.

Just then, she heard the sound of wind chimes and turned around to look.

The copper bells on the eaves jingled softly in the evening breeze, one sound after another, shattering the heavy twilight in the courtyard.

Shao Nanyin heard Wang Anzhi softly say, "Come in," his voice drifting slowly out of the courtyard, accompanied by the sound of wind chimes.

Amidst the intermittent ringing of the bell, Mai Shude, like a phantom emerging from the depths of an ink painting, walked in silently, dressed in a pure black outfit.

At this moment, the dragon maid realized that the voice she had just heard was directed at the female ninja.

The female ninja stopped in front of Wang Anzhi, just in time to let him smell the very faint scent of sake and sandalwood on her.

Mai Shude handed him a pure black invitation card. "Boss, one of the Bai family's butlers will open this invitation card for you," she paused, and said:

"The head of the Bai family has just passed away. We request that you attend his funeral in seven days."

what?

Wang Anzhi felt somewhat incredulous. He rubbed his temples and looked at his junior sister. Fortunately, Miss Xia Mi was equally shocked.

They had just confirmed Bai Luyan's identity once again, so how could he just... at this moment...

Is he dead?

This is incredible.

"Who killed him? Did they say?" Wang Anzhi asked.

The female ninja shook her head. "It is said... she died in despair."

Wang Anzhi sneered and died in despair. What a convenient excuse. He nodded and said to her:

"Mai, go and tell them I will go."

Chapter 197 Little Boat Girl

The seventh day.

The modern "Bai Family Courtyard" with its blue tiles and gray walls lies hidden in the suburbs of Chengdu. It is hard to imagine that such an ancient building used for living is still preserved in this modern society.

But considering that this is a clan or family that has been passed down for thousands of years, it's not surprising.

This is a funeral, the funeral of the young head of this family.

Instead of white mourning clothes filling the sky, there was a shocking red, as if deliberately using this blood-red hue to dilute the sorrow brought by the funeral.

So, the crimson silk replaced the white banner, fluttering in the breeze, highlighting the young face in the black-and-white portrait in the center, whose smile carried a hint of joy.

Bai Zhouyue wore a neatly tailored pure white long robe with wide sleeves and a wide belt. The white brocade was embroidered with pale blue flame rose patterns. Her hair was neatly combed into a palace bun. She wore no jewelry and had a dark red cloth wrapped around her left arm. She stood at the boundary between noise and silence.

She watched the endless stream of mourners, dressed in modern clothes, with different expressions, sizing up the people who came to pay their respects, but all remaining silent as a sign of respect for the deceased.

Some of these people were wearing black suits, some were wearing old-fashioned robes, some were silently reciting Buddhist scriptures, and some were holding Bibles and praying.

During this period, too many people came to this city, each with their own ambitions, but they never expected that their first meeting would be a funeral.

Bai Zhouyue's face showed neither sorrow nor joy. The Bai family was a large and prosperous clan, but the lineage of the main family head had always faced difficulties in succession, a problem faced by all mixed-blood families.

In this generation, there are only three people: Bai Zhouyue herself, her brother Bai Luyan, and her sister Bai Lingbo, who married into the Chen family and became the head of the family.

Besides the main family, various branch families emerged one after another.

For example, the first person to approach her and capture her gaze was Qin Wuyi.

According to ancient customs, he should also be considered a member of the Bai family, specifically the Qin clan.

Of course, this relationship is indeed quite far off.

Qin Wuyi was alone, dressed in a dignified dark gray Zhongshan suit, his posture as upright as a pine tree. He always preferred clothes that were neither new nor old, and Bai Zhouyue couldn't even see any bloodstains on him.

He went straight to the altar, lit three incense sticks, and performed the movements with perfect precision, leaving no room for criticism.

Then, he turned to Bai Zhouyue, his gaze calm, even frank.

“Miss Bai,” he said, his voice low.

Bai Zhouyue's throat tightened, and her fingernails dug into her palms.

“Mr. Qin.” She tried her best to keep her voice from being angry or trembling, but Qin Wuyi didn’t care about the behavior of such a weak woman.

“Your brother,” he said, looking at the portrait, his tone carrying an undeniable certainty, “had his wish fulfilled, and can rest in peace with a smile.”

Bai Zhouyue fell silent, not uttering a word.

He killed his brother with these hands, which he now calmly clasped together, not far away. There was no joy or remorse in his eyes, as if he had just casually killed someone insignificant.

This made Bai Zhouyue feel even more chilled to the bone. She looked at the person in front of her, trying to find the emotion of regret in his eyes.

But having nothing, Qin Wuyi felt neither joy nor regret, as if he didn't care at all about the fact that Bai Luyan had once set up a trap for him not far away, attempting to kill him.

Qin Wuyi nodded slightly, said no more, and turned to blend into the crowd. He was now the de facto head of the Bai family, a large clan, and being able to attend the funeral of the former patriarch was already considered extremely lenient.

Only Bai Zhouyue was left to digest the complex, piercing pain that the certainty brought.

Then, she saw Wang Anzhi and Xia Mi.

They came together. Bai Zhouyue had heard of these two people before. They were the legitimate current masters of the Zhou family in Xiangyang, and were "imperial envoys" sent to Chengdu by the goddess Wa Zhu.

The elder brother once tried to contact Nuwa through him, hoping that this legitimate leader could punish Qin Wuyi for his "insubordination".

Unfortunately, Wang Anzhi rejected him. The reason is obvious: Nuwa did not care about the power shifts among the six major families under the orthodox rule, but only about maintaining appearances.

The victor reigns supreme, and the one who survives to the end is the true legitimate elder.

Clearly, the older brother lost, lost miserably. Originally, Qin Wuyi wouldn't have killed him so soon, but the older brother was unwilling to accept this puppet life and chose to fight back.

So the outcome was obvious.

Bai Zhouyue thought to herself.

He saw that Wang Anzhi was dressed in simple dark clothes, with a gentle temperament, which was out of place with the ancient architectural style around him.

The girl named Xia Mi was beside him, wearing an elegant long dress, her eyes clear and bright, with a hint of scrutiny that was hard to detect, as she glanced over the scarlet decorations in the hall.

This beautiful girl made Bai Zhouyue, who was always reserved about her appearance, feel somewhat ashamed of herself, and she lowered her head slightly, her toes disappearing from sight.

Fortunately, this unexpected action helped her regain some confidence.

Wang Anzhi slowly walked to Bai Zhouyue's side, who had her head slightly bowed, his eyes gentle yet concerned: "Miss Zhouyue, please accept my condolences."

His voice had a calming power, and Bai Zhouyue managed a weak smile but didn't reply much.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, she remained silent.

The two were not familiar with each other; strictly speaking, this was their first meeting.

Wang Anzhi looked at the girl in front of him who was trying to remain calm. The dark circles under her eyes and her back, which she was trying to straighten, revealed a stubbornness that was heartbreaking. Her gaze kept fixed on a building not far away.

He followed her gaze into the depths of the courtyard, where a detached two-story building was faintly visible among the bamboo shadows.

"Was that the residence of the Bai family patriarch before his death?"

Bai Zhouyue nodded reluctantly, but in her heart she was thinking that it was also the place where her brother was murdered.

It was there that my brother was killed by Qin Wuyi.

"Senior brother, shall we go there and take a look?" Xia Mi suddenly spoke up. "Let's go there to pay our respects to the Bai family head."

Wang Anzhi was taken aback. This was quite impolite. Although etiquette might not be of much use to the Dragon Girl, Xia Mi usually maintained the image of a well-behaved girl, unlike now, when she was so... eager.

He looked at Xia Mi, but the Dragon Girl tugged at his sleeve, giving him a signal.

Wang Anzhi did not agree immediately and looked at Bai Zhouyue.

Sure enough, a hint of anger flashed in the eyes of the girl in plain clothes. She took a step forward, her steps light and graceful.

"Gentlemen, how about I show you the way?"

Chapter 198 The Departed