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Capítulo 513: 492. Qiao Clan Tournament

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Lu Xun nodded, his youthful face serious. Despite his age, he carried himself with the confidence of someone far older, and his eyes gleamed with understanding. "Indeed," Lu Xun replied, his voice steady. "The chaos in the southern lands works to our advantage. While they bleed their armies dry fighting over territory, we strengthen ours. Lord Lie Fan has masterfully turned the ambitions of others into tools for his own gain."

Wang Lang leaned back in his chair, stroking his beard as he considered the implications. "It is not just about gaining territory or weakening enemies," he said. "Lord Lie Fan has created a narrative of legitimacy, framing himself as a protector of the people, while our enemies scramble for power. His ability to command both military strength and the hearts of the people is what sets him apart from other warlords."

Lu Xun allowed himself a small smile. He had learned much in the year since Lie Fan had allowed him to graduate early from the academy, and this practical experience had opened his eyes to the true nature of power.

"From the Yellow Turban Rebellion to now," Lu Xun said quietly, "our lord has followed a path that mirrors the great founders of past dynasties. Qin Shi Huang, who unified the warring states through force and cunning, and Liu Bang, who rose from humble beginnings to establish the Han Dynasty. LordLie Fan's rise is not just a matter of power—it is a matter of destiny."

Wang Lang looked at the young man before him with renewed admiration. "You speak with wisdom far beyond your years," he said. "It is rare to find someone so young with such an understanding of history and statecraft. If you continue on this path, I have no doubt that you will soon surpass even your grand uncle and soon replace him in his role as Special Governor of Lujiang."

Lu Xun bowed his head humbly, though inside he felt a surge of pride. Wang Lang's words were no empty praise. Over the past year, he had dedicated himself fully to studying the intricacies of governance and warfare, learning not just from books, but from observing the actions of Lie Fan and other great leaders of the time.

Every battle, every alliance, every subtle political move was a lesson, and Lu Xun absorbed it all like a sponge.

"I still have much to learn," Lu Xun replied. "But I will do everything in my power to ensure that Lujiang remains a stronghold for Lord Lie Fan. The future of this land depends on our ability to maintain stability here while our enemies weaken themselves through infighting."

Wang Lang nodded in agreement. "Lujiang has always been a critical region," he said. "Our position along the Yangtze River gives us control over vital trade routes, and our proximity to both the southern and central regions makes us a key player in the larger conflict. If we can hold Lujiang, we can control the flow of resources and influence the balance of power across the entire region."

The two men continued their discussion late into the night, delving into the finer details of their plans for Lujiang's defense and future growth. They discussed fortifications along the river, the training of new troops, and the need to secure alliances with the local gentry and merchant class.

Every decision they made was with the understanding that they were not just securing their own future, but that of Lie Fan's burgeoning empire.

As the hours passed, the conversation shifted once again to the broader situation across the fractured empire. Lu Xun leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with insight. "The southern warlords are distracted now, but we cannot afford to ignore the looming threats from the north. Yuan Shao and Cao Cao are both consolidating power, and it is only a matter of time before one of them turns their attention southward."

Wang Lang's expression darkened at the mention of the northern warlords. "You are right to be concerned," he said. "Cao Cao, in particular, is a dangerous adversary. He has already taken note of our lord's rise, and though he may be preoccupied with Yuan Shao for the moment, he will not allow Lord Lie Fan to grow unchecked."

Lu Xun's expression remained calm, though there was a flicker of tension in his eyes. "Cao Cao is a formidable strategist, but he is also overconfident. He underestimates the strength of the southern regions, and he will not find it as easy to subdue us as he did the northern territories."

Wang Lang chuckled softly. "You speak with such certainty, Lu Xun. I admire your confidence, but we must be cautious. Cao Cao has managed to expand his land beyond the lands of our own, outside of the great walls where his resources are vast, and his influence runs deep in his domain after losing the Central Plains before."

Lu Xun nodded, acknowledging the truth in Wang Lang's words. "Caution is necessary," he agreed. "But we must also be bold. If we allow ourselves to be paralyzed by fear of Cao Cao, we will never seize the opportunities before us. Lord Lie Fan understands this, which is why he moves with such precision. Every step he takes is calculated, every decision is carefully chosen."

Wang Lang sighed, the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders. "You are right, of course. We must strike a balance between caution and ambition. If we play our cards correctly, we may be able to position ourselves as the sole power in the land, putting a large pressure on both Yuan Shao and Cao Cao. But that will require not just military strength, but also diplomatic finesse."

Lu Xun leaned back in his chair, his mind racing with possibilities. "The key," he said slowly, "is to continue Fan's manipulation in the south. Sun Ce, Liu Bei, and Shi Xie all have their own ambitions, but they can be useful to us in the short term. If we can keep them focused on their own struggles and present ourselves as a stabilizing force, we can consolidate our power without drawing too much attention from Cao Cao and Yuan Shao."

Wang Lang raised an eyebrow. "And how do you propose we do that, Lu Xun?"

Lu Xun's smile was subtle, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes. "By offering them exactly what they want—security and stability. We can present ourselves as allies in their fight against internal chaos inside Jing and Jiaozhi Province, while subtly ensuring that they remain dependent on us for support. In time, like Lord Lie Fan's current plan, the Sun Clan would surely swear their allegiance to us and when that happened, nothing could stop us from expanding in the south."

Wang Lang chuckled again, shaking his head in admiration. "You truly are a prodigy, Lu Xun. I have no doubt that you will rise to great heights in the service of our lord with this kind of foresight at your disposal."

Lu Xun bowed his head once more, though his mind was already racing ahead, thinking of the next steps they would need to take. He had long admired the great strategists of history, men like Zhang Liang and Sun Tzu, who had shaped the course of empires with their wisdom and cunning. Now, he was determined to follow in their footsteps, to carve out his own legacy in the service of Lie Fan.

Meanwhile, to the south of Lujiang, within the Sun Clan's domain, Sun Ce and Zhou Yu, accompanied by a small contingent of elite guards, were on a mission. For the past week, they had been searching the northern parts of the Sun Clan's territory and even entered Lie Fan's domain in Yang Province, all in pursuit of the elusive Qiao Clan residence. The journey had been arduous, filled with dead ends and false leads, but they pressed on, determined to find what they sought.

Their search was not without assistance. Lie Fan had provided help through his intelligence network, led by elite Oriole agents. Oriole's network was renowned for its efficiency, and through it, Sun Ce and Zhou Yu had been given valuable clues as to the location of the Qiao family's residence. These clues had brought them to a small town near the city of Wu, deep within Lie Fan's territory.

As Sun Ce and Zhou Yu approached the town, they noticed something unusual—a buzz of excitement in the air. The town's streets were bustling with activity, and as they asked the townsfolk about the Qiao Clan, they quickly learned why. A grand tournament was being held by Qiao Xuan, the head of the Qiao family, to determine the best suitors for his daughters, Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao.

Sun Ce and Zhou Yu exchanged glances, their thoughts aligned without the need for words. This tournament was their opportunity. They would participate, not only to win the favor of Qiao Xuan but also to meet the famous beauties Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao, who were said to be the most graceful and intelligent women in the land. Both men had heard rumors of the sisters' beauty and talent, and now, fate had brought them to this moment.

With a renewed sense of urgency, they headed toward the large square where the tournament was being held. The square was packed with spectators, all eager to witness the contests. In the center, a raised platform had been constructed, where the competitors would showcase their skills.

Qiao Xuan, an older man with a regal bearing, sat in a grand chair overlooking the proceedings, while his daughters, Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao, sat beside him, veiled but still the focus of many admiring gazes.

Sun Ce's heart quickened at the sight of the platform. He was a man of action, and tournaments were his natural element. Zhou Yu, though more reserved and strategic in nature, was equally determined. The two men quickly made their way to the registration area and applied to enter the tournament.

As they prepared themselves, Sun Ce couldn't help but glance toward the veiled figures of Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao. He had heard tales of their beauty, but even from a distance, he could sense their presence. He felt a surge of determination rises within him—he would win this tournament, not only for his clan but for himself.

Zhou Yu observed the scene with a more analytical eye. The tournament was not just a display of physical prowess; it was a political game as well. Qiao Xuan was a man of influence, and gaining his favor could solidify the Sun Clan's position in the region. Moreover, winning the hand of one of his daughters could create a powerful alliance between the Qiao and Sun families. Zhou Yu knew that this was as much a contest of wit and charm as it was of strength.

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Name: Lie Fan

Title: Overlord Of The Central Plains

Age: 32 (199 AD)

Level: 16

Next Level: 462,000

Renown: 1325

Cultivation: Yin Yang Separation (level 9)

SP: 1,121,700

ATTRIBUTE POINTS

STR: 951 (+20)

VIT: 613 (+20)

AGI: 598 (+10)

INT: 617

CHR: 96

WIS: 519

WILL: 407

ATR Points: 0


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Capítulo 514: 493. Qiao Clan Tournament Pt.2

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Zhou Yu observed the scene with a more analytical eye. The tournament was not just a display of physical prowess; it was a political game as well. Qiao Xuan was a man of influence, and gaining his favor could solidify the Sun Clan's position in the region. Moreover, winning the hand of one of his daughters could create a powerful alliance between the Qiao and Sun families. Zhou Yu knew that this was as much a contest of wit and charm as it was of strength.

The tournament began with a series of challenges designed to test the participants' skills in various disciplines—archery, horsemanship, and martial arts. Sun Ce, a master of combat, easily excelled in these areas. His speed, strength, and agility drew the admiration of the crowd, and even Qiao Xuan seemed to take notice. Zhou Yu, while not as physically imposing as Sun Ce, demonstrated his superior intellect and precision in the more strategic challenges. Together, they began to stand out from the other competitors.

As the day wore on, the tournament entered its final stages. Only a handful of participants remained, and both Sun Ce and Zhou Yu had made it through. The last challenge was a test of swordsmanship, a duel to determine the victor. Sun Ce, ever eager for battle, stepped forward confidently, while Zhou Yu watched from the sidelines, calculating his approach.

Sun Ce's opponent was a seasoned warrior, tall and muscular, with a reputation for being undefeated in the region. The crowd hushed as the two men faced off, their swords gleaming in the afternoon sun. The tension in the air was palpable, and even Qiao Xuan leaned forward in his seat, his daughters watching with rapt attention.

The duel began with a flurry of strikes, the clash of steel ringing out across the square. Sun Ce moved with the grace of a tiger, his movements fluid and precise. His opponent, though strong, was no match for Sun Ce's speed and skill. Within moments, Sun Ce had disarmed him, sending the man's sword flying through the air. The crowd erupted in cheers as Sun Ce stood victorious, his sword pointed at his opponent's throat.

Qiao Xuan stood and applauded, clearly impressed by Sun Ce's prowess. "Well fought!" he called out, his voice carrying across the square. "You have proven yourself a true warrior."

Sun Ce bowed respectfully, but his eyes were on the veiled figures of Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao. He could feel their gaze upon him, and he knew that he had made an impression.

Zhou Yu, meanwhile, had been watching the proceedings carefully. He knew that Sun Ce's victory in the duel was only part of the equation. The final decision would rest with Qiao Xuan, and they need to improve themselves more because the competition wasn't just physical strength but through poems and intelligence.

With Sun Ce winning the physical strength tournament, the crowd had erupted in cheers and admiration, his prowess firmly established. Qiao Xuan, the head of the Qiao family, had taken special note of Sun Ce, and the veiled figures of Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao had shifted ever so slightly, as if their attention had been captivated by the warrior standing before them. However, the tournament was not over. Sun Ce's victory in the martial contest was but one part of the test Qiao Xuan had devised to find suitable suitors for his daughters. The next stage would test wit, intelligence, and artistry—areas where Zhou Yu would now step into the spotlight.

Compared to the brute strength and martial skill that Sun Ce had so effortlessly demonstrated, this new challenge would demand a different set of talents. Poetry, rhetoric, and strategic thinking were the weapons in this arena, and the competitors were a different breed altogether. While Sun Ce stood tall as the warrior of the Sun Clan, Zhou Yu's reputation as a scholar and strategist preceded him. His victories alongside Sun Ce on the battlefield were well known, and now it was time to prove that his mind was as sharp as any blade.

The poetry competition was to be held in a grand hall adorned with scrolls and ancient tomes, a fitting setting for a contest of intellect. Qiao Xuan presided over the event with a discerning eye, while his daughters remained behind their veils, though their presence was felt throughout the room. Zhou Yu, ever composed, took his seat at the center of the hall, his gaze calm and measured. The competitors were not merely from the town but hailed from various regions, each one a scholar or poet of some renown. They were men who had dedicated their lives to the arts and philosophy, and they eyed Zhou Yu with a mixture of curiosity and wariness, for he was not just any strategist—he was the young genius who had helped Sun Ce secure victory after victory.

The first round of the competition was centered around poetry, where each contestant was asked to craft verses on the spot, inspired by themes chosen by Qiao Xuan himself. The themes ranged from the beauty of nature to the fleeting nature of time and the turmoil of war. Zhou Yu's adversaries were strong, their verses filled with wisdom and emotion, but Zhou Yu's poems struck a chord with the audience. His words were not merely eloquent; they conveyed a depth of understanding that went beyond mere artistry. His first poem, inspired by the theme of war and peace, drew a hushed reverence from the crowd:

*"The sword that cuts through the chaos of war,*

*Brings not only blood but also peace,*

*In the quiet of dawn, where rivers reflect the fallen leaves,*

*A heart yearns for a land where battles cease."*

The subtlety of his imagery, the flow of his words, and the layered meaning behind his verses left a deep impression on those in attendance, including Qiao Xuan himself. His adversaries, though skilled, could not quite match Zhou Yu's blend of artistry and intellect.

As the rounds continued, Zhou Yu remained steady, advancing effortlessly through the competition. But soon, he found himself facing a more formidable opponent—a literary youth well known in the small town for his intellect and wit. This young scholar was no mere poet; he had studied under renowned masters and had a reputation for being both sharp-tongued and quick-witted. As the two stood opposite one another, the room seemed to hold its breath.

The competition between Zhou Yu and this young scholar was intense. In each round, they were tasked with solving riddles, debating philosophical topics, and creating new verses under time constraints. The young scholar proved to be a worthy adversary, often meeting Zhou Yu's challenges head-on and even winning a few rounds with his quick thinking. However, Zhou Yu's experience and strategic mind began to show as the competition wore on. He was not just fighting with words; he was analyzing his opponent, finding weaknesses in his arguments, and using his intellect to outmaneuver him.

One particularly memorable round involved a debate on the nature of leadership, a subject close to Zhou Yu's heart. The young scholar argued that leadership was defined by the ruler's ability to impose order through fear and power. Zhou Yu, however, took a different approach, drawing from his experience as a military strategist under Sun Ce. He argued that true leadership was about winning the hearts of the people, about guiding them with wisdom and understanding rather than brute force.

*"A ruler who governs through fear,"* Zhou Yu said, his voice measured but firm, *"may control his subjects for a time, but in their hearts, they will always harbor resentment. To lead, one must inspire loyalty, not fear. A ruler who wins the love of his people will find them willing to follow him even into the darkest of times. Power is fleeting, but respect endures."*

The room fell silent as Zhou Yu finished, and even his opponent seemed momentarily taken aback by the depth of his argument. Qiao Xuan, who had been listening intently, gave a small nod of approval. It was clear that Zhou Yu's words had resonated deeply with those present.

By the end of the debate, Zhou Yu had proven himself to be not just a master of words but a thinker whose intellect and wisdom surpassed even the most seasoned scholars. His victory in the final round was a testament to his brilliance, and though the young scholar had given him a formidable challenge, Zhou Yu's reputation as the Sun Clan's strategist remained unshaken.

With the competitions over, the crowd erupted in applause, acknowledging the skill and intellect of both Sun Ce and Zhou Yu. Qiao Xuan stood from his seat, his gaze sweeping over the two young men who had bested all others in both the physical and intellectual tournaments. The patriarch of the Qiao family was impressed—more than impressed, he was convinced that these two were worthy of his daughters.

Da Qiao, who had watched Sun Ce throughout the tournament, was captivated by his strength and courage. His martial prowess, combined with his commanding presence, had stirred something within her. Though she had remained veiled throughout the day, her admiration for the warrior was evident in the way she leaned slightly forward whenever Sun Ce had taken the stage.

Meanwhile, Xiao Qiao's attention had been drawn to Zhou Yu from the beginning. His elegance, his eloquence, and his calm, calculating demeanor had fascinated her. She had heard stories of Zhou Yu's brilliance, but seeing him in person had left a lasting impression. His words had stirred her heart, and his presence had left her breathless. For the first time, she found herself truly intrigued by a man, one whose intellect matched her own curiosity and wit.

As Qiao Xuan clapped his hands and praised both Sun Ce and Zhou Yu for their outstanding performances, he declared them both as victors of the tournament. The decision was clear: Sun Ce, the warrior who had proven his strength, and Zhou Yu, the scholar who had demonstrated his unmatched intellect, were the ideal suitors for his daughters.

Da Qiao's gaze remained fixed on Sun Ce, admiration filling her eyes as she considered the man who had fought so valiantly. Xiao Qiao, meanwhile, could not take her eyes off Zhou Yu, whose calm demeanor and sharp mind had left an indelible mark on her heart. Thus, through strength and wisdom, Sun Ce and Zhou Yu managed to win the hearts of the Qiao sisters which could secure a powerful alliance with the Qiao Clan, who had a very high reputation in the literary circles of Jiangdong and even the entire land due to Qiao Xuan who had a high reputation and was well known across the land.

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Name: Lie Fan

Title: Overlord Of The Central Plains

Age: 32 (199 AD)

Level: 16

Next Level: 462,000

Renown: 1325

Cultivation: Yin Yang Separation (level 9)

SP: 1,121,700

ATTRIBUTE POINTS

STR: 951 (+20)

VIT: 613 (+20)

AGI: 598 (+10)

INT: 617

CHR: 96

WIS: 519

WILL: 407

ATR Points: 0


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