Chapter 627: Chapter 288: The Suffering of Longevity_3

With the details of the Yellow Turban Strongman’s divine powers in his mind and refining the jade bone in his hand, Lu Yuan pondered slowly.

The moonlight was vast.

The moonlight in the middle of the month was exceptionally bright. The pale light passed through the windows of the hall, casting into the hall, reflecting with the pale-yellow glow here.

In the splendid brilliance, Lu Yuan held the jade bone, his figure mysterious and lonely.

This night was destined to be long.

…

After the Yuanxiao Festival, Lu Yuan devoted all his energy to refining various spiritual materials.

He had limited insight into Divine Power Runes. Until now, he had only mastered about half of the divine markings of the Yellow Turban Strongman. He still had to slowly comprehend and understand the rest, and there was no way to refine the entire divine power at once.

Moreover, each time he refined a material, each time he carved a divine rune, it almost meant dividing a part of Lu Yuan’s divine consciousness, gradually weakening his divine soul.

Despite the strength of his divine soul, he could withstand the divine consciousness needed to divide a Yellow Turban Strongman.

However, being able to withstand it did not mean that he could instantly split this part of his soul.

If he really did that, dividing a large number of souls directly, he wouldn’t have to wait for a large number of Yellow Turban Strongmen to be destroyed in the future.

At this moment, Lu Yuan would directly become a fool, or his divine soul would be severely damaged and shattered.

Therefore, in order to be prudent and for his own divine soul to be able to withstand it, this work of separating divine consciousness could not be done hastily, but needed to be done in a slow and steady manner.

Divide a wisp today, divide a wisp tomorrow, and spend a few days and half a month to refine a material. Then spend two or three months refining all the materials needed for a Yellow Turban Strongman.

In this way, the division of divine consciousness would not damage the divine soul, while giving Lu Yuan enough time to bear and recover.

This was also the reason why he told Envoy Huian and others from the Xichuan Country that they would need to support him for at least four months.

Because after calculating, that was the time when Lu Yuan could just complete the refining of all the materials for the Yellow Turban Strongman.

Once all the materials were refined, a complete set of Yellow Turban Strongman divine power runes would be completed.

When the runes were ready, only a little arrangement and assembly were needed, and a powerful Yellow Turban Warrior Avatar would come freshly out of the furnace.

So everything was within the plan, and the situation did not exceed control. Lu Yuan was not in a hurry about time.

Now, he just needed to follow his plan, step by step, and calmly wait for the arrival of April.

Under such a schedule, the time soon reached the beginning of February.

That day, Lu Yuan had just finished refining the spiritual materials for today, and without waiting to recover his divided divine consciousness through cultivation and meditation, a piece of news from the south quickly brought him back from his immersed cultivation.

“King of Nanhai has passed away!”

Lu Yuan, holding the secret report sent urgently from the Lingnan by the Palace’s Outer Affairs, couldn’t help but be stunned after reading the content.

Although at the end of Shenwu’s third year, the news came from Southsea that Yan Wangqiu was bedridden due to his son’s scandal with his concubine, he had already had a premonition of today’s events.

Even the fact that Yan Wanqiu could drag his serious illness and struggle to survive until the beginning of Shenwu’s sixth year was quite astonishing.

But when it really came to this day, Lu Yuan still felt some shock and sadness.

He was not a ruthless person.

His achievements today and the establishment of Great Chu were inseparable from Yan Wangqiu’s efforts. Especially, the alliance with Nanhai Sect and Nine River Sword Sect, was all thanks to this senior’s contribution.

It was because of this kindness that in recent years, Lu Yuan did not make any small moves towards Nanhai Country.

Like accepting Su Country refugees, this never happened in Nanhai Country.

Moreover, in recent years, especially in the past two years when Yan Wangqiu was seriously ill, Chu State has given much care to Nanhai Country in foreign diplomacy, blocking many threats from Ning Country and Su Country, and reducing countless troubles.

All of these were in order to repay Yan Wangqiu’s kindness to him.

Unexpectedly, the senior who helped him a lot in the past and was recognized by him in his heart, finally left this world today.

“Life is short, with parting and death. If one cannot achieve longevity, one is just a fleeting moment between Heaven and Earth, passing in an instant.

The Wuan Marquis passed away last time, now it is the King of Nanhai. I don’t know who will be next?

The road to longevity is long, and I don’t know who in the world can walk with me to the end.

Or perhaps, I am destined to be alone, existing in this vicissitudinous world.”

Lu Yuan recovered from the shock, unable to help but sigh with grief.

He still remembered the first time he met Yan Wangqiu, which was during the sixth year of Yue Hongdao. It had been ten years since then.

It was only ten years, and he had already said goodbye to two old friends.

Then, in another ten years, he didn’t know how many people he would have to send away.

Although Lu Yuan didn’t know about other people, his Left Prime Minister Cui Changqing was already over sixty years old.

Such an old man had been managing the affairs of a country for many years, exhausting an unknown amount of mental energy every day.

At this point, although the other party still looked energetic, full of vitality, and able to handle the numerous affairs presented to him, Lu Yuan knew that the other party was actually overdrawing his life and burning out his last energy.

With such heavy work pressure every day, even if someone told him that Cui Changqing might suddenly die tomorrow, he wouldn’t be surprised.

Lu Yuan had advised him previously.

However, after wasting the first half of his life, Cui Changqing, who encountered a wise monarch in the last stage of his life and was given a stage to showcase his talents, didn’t want to give up his ideals in order to live a few years longer.

The other party solved Lu Yuan’s entreaties, still chose to contribute to Chu State, and fought for his ideals.

And the result did not disappoint him.

With the assistance of Cui Changqing and Sun Siwen, Chu State has been thriving today.

Not only the people were safe and happy, but the national power also increased greatly.

Nowadays, it is continuously expanding its territory, advancing towards the position of the world in Yangzhou that Lu Yuan promised.

All of these are far more important for Cui Changqing than giving up his ideals and living a few more years or a decade.

However, it was precisely because of this.

Under this overdrawn state, Lu Yuan had a premonition that Cui Changqing, who was as helpful to him as Yan Wangqiu, might not be able to survive the next ten years.

It could be one or two years, or two or three years, or five or six years later, when the other party would, like Zhuge Wuhou in his previous life, die of illness at his workplace.

He would exhaust his last drop of blood for Chu State.

And Lu Yuan would also say goodbye to another person who is vital to him in his heart.

Even fifty years, a hundred years, or two hundred years later, he will continue to send away Sun Siwen, Zhou Qing, Lan Cai’er, and the descendants…

Sadness! Pain!

Only at the beginning of the road to longevity, Lu Yuan has already deeply felt its bitterness.