Chapter 303: Eighty-two Years of Cultivating the Mountain, the Young Martial Emperor (Final Chapter of this Volume)

"Invite the Holy Son to take the seat!!!" Meng Kun roared at the top of his lungs, his voice nearly cracking.

"Invite the Holy Son to take the seat!!!"

The crowd behind him bowed in unison.

Zhao Xing, who was just preparing to disembark, was startled.

Are you just dropping the act entirely now?

In the past, talk of a "Holy Son" was mostly in jest.

But today, Meng Kun had actually brought people out to shout it!

Why would this happen?

The reason still lay in that imperial decree.

The Jing Emperor had ordered the Kunyuan Academy to hold a grand return ceremony, and the arrangements regarding the Shennong Hoe and Zhao Xing were stated very clearly: "Xing shall hold the Shennong Hoe, be enfeoffed as the Spirit Mountain Envoy, and annotate the Sage's classics."

This meant that Zhao Xing would at least be able to initially master the power of the Shennong Hoe, and he was assigned to the Spirit Void Blessed Land under the Kunyuan Academy's jurisdiction as a third-rank Spirit Mountain Envoy, allowing him to focus on studying the classics of the Siannong Sages.

With the Jing Emperor having said as much, what was Meng Kun still pretending for?

He just went ahead and called him the Holy Son.

"Should I go down or not?" Zhao Xing was somewhat stunned, looking toward Li Boqian beside him.

Is it really appropriate to shout like this in a public setting?

It's not the feudal ancient era anymore; what is old Meng doing?

"Why are you looking at me?" Li Boqian rolled his eyes. "They are calling you, not me."

If it were someone with weak cultivation who had merely brought the item back, they wouldn't receive such super-tier treatment.

But who is Zhao Xing? He wrote the *Three Yin Three Yang Six Qi Great Heavenly Cycle Theory*, the *Annotations of the Two Classics*,

and the *Treatise on Object Laws*.

Cultivating "Kunpeng Transformation," "Measure the Horizon," "Ten Thousand Dharma Straw Man," and "Hanhai Underground Palace."

He is well-versed in both law and principle, and his realm is high.

Now that he can also master the Shennong Hoe, the significance is naturally different.

This isn't just someone who got lucky and picked up the Shennong Hoe.

It is a legacy! It is the will of the Earth God in the dark! It is a symbol that the Kunyuan Academy is destined to flourish!

During the time Zhao Xing was stunned, the thunderous, ocean-like welcoming cheers erupted once more:

"Invite the Holy Son to take the seat!"

There was no helping it now; they had already shouted three times.

If he didn't go now, it would be seen as putting on airs.

Helpless, Zhao Xing had no choice but to grasp the Shennong Hoe, step by step, from the imperial ceremonial ship onto the Cloud Path, and arrive at the carriage prepared by the Kunyuan Academy.

The carriage was the treasure-grade Houtu War Chariot.

It was five meters long and ten meters wide, with a divine stone seat in the center, and behind the seat was the 【Earth Emperor's Crown】, which was yet another treasure-grade divine artifact.

This level of specification had only been used once before, when Xuanyuan Qingtian cultivated the world's fifteenth-ranked spirit mountain, 【Qingtian Mountain】.

Now, Zhao Xing was sitting on it.

Fire phoenixes roared and heavenly dragons chirped as they pulled the carriage forward.

The Cloud Path layered itself, shifting to the left and right above the main road where Zhao Xing was, and began to flow.

"Dong, dong, dong, dong, dong!"

After the carriage set off, the Cloud Gate war drums began to beat, and musicians danced on both sides.

They did not block Zhao Xing's direct line of sight; if he wished to admire the view, he could see it at any time from the corner of his eye.

The imperial ceremonial officials seeing him off found it all quite novel.

After all, one might not even see such a scene once in a lifetime.

The welcoming procession started from Dongshi County and circled the Daoyuan Continent for a full three months before returning to the Kunyuan Academy.

The entire Daoyuan Continent now knew that the peerless treasure, the Siannong supreme treasure, and one of the Earth God's divine artifacts, the "Kunyuan Divine Hoe," had returned to the Kunyuan Academy.

The one who brought it home was the third-rank Spirit Mountain Envoy, Marquis Shenwei Zhao Xing!

Returning to the academy was still not the end of it.

There were even more people here!

Xuanyuan Qingtian personally led the deans and vice-deans of the five great academies, the classic-studying doctors, and basically all the academy heads who could come, all of whom turned out to wait in front of the Kunyuan Palace.

Although it was called an Earth God divine artifact, it also belonged to the Siannong divine artifacts! The significance was extraordinary, so Siannong powerhouses from the Shangluo Academy and Profound Heaven Academy had also come in large numbers.

Such as the leader of the Hou Bian faction, Ling Tianchen, the classic-studying doctor Zhang Tianxing, and vice-dean Hu Yang.

Heng Yuan and Geng Shouchang of the Profound Thunder Academy.

Sima Yunhai and Lu Chunhua of the Cloud Midst Academy.

And Wang Tianzhi, Wang Xuanyi, and others.

Looking around, the concentration of Siannong powerhouses was simply maxed out.

"If one were to set off a Starfire here right now, the Great Zhou would probably collapse in less than a hundred years," Zhao Xing thought audaciously.

And wouldn't it collapse? If this place were blown up, high-rank Siannong would almost go extinct.

High-rank martial artists could not possibly eat low-rank food; if there were no high-rank Siannong to plant crops and maintain the stability of heaven and earth, within a hundred years, the overall strength of high-rankers in other professions would also regress significantly.

"Tianning, when you took him as a disciple back then, did you ever imagine today?" Princess Youruo asked with a smile on a royal ship in the viewing area.

"Hahahaha, even if I, Liu Tianning, were dreaming, I wouldn't dare to have such a dream." Liu Tianning stood with his hands behind his back, laughing heartily for a rare moment.

Princess Youruo leaned into Liu Tianning's embrace, and Ji Zixuan behind her immediately closed the door and retreated.

She went to another room to watch, and behind her was a group of painters recording scene after scene.

"Senior Brother is truly a Child of Destiny!"

"I really didn't expect this." Geng Shouchang and Heng Yuan were watching from afar. "When we discovered him in the Canghai Cave Heaven, we just thought his talent was good. I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, he would become such a big figure."

Heng Yuan also nodded: "When we went to recruit him, he was only at the fifth-rank realm? And that was only twenty-seven years ago."

"Not only did he have such a harvest, he even found the Shennong Hoe."

"It's fortunate that Sima Yunhai didn't stop him, otherwise he would be a sinner."

Sima Yunhai beside them heard this and his beard twitched: "What nonsense are you talking about! Judge things by their actions, not their intentions. If we're talking about teaching, you, Heng Yuan, didn't contribute a thing. At the very least, I taught him the Cloud Gate methods!"

"Ahahaha, it was my slip of the tongue, Brother Yunhai, don't take offense." Heng Yuan laughed happily.

Sima Yunhai had originally been angry and wanted to take revenge on Liu Tianning because Pang Yuanzhen had betrayed the sect, but not only did he fail, he ended up helping Zhao Xing do things later on.

Fate is truly wondrous.

"Senior Brother, did you hear that just now?" Hu Yang looked at Zhang Tianxing beside him. "It seems the people from the Kunyuan Academy are calling him the Holy Son?"

"I heard it. Isn't that absurd?" Zhang Tianxing touched his head. "This is a public occasion; the Kunyuan Academy is too shameless!"

"Who's to say otherwise." Hu Yang spread his hands. "They even sent out Xuanyuan Qingtian's carriage.

The Earth Emperor's Crown and the Houtu War Chariot—even the Holy Sons of the ancient era shouldn't sit in those."

"Truly shameless." Zhang Tianxing said sourly. "Zhao Xing wrote the *Three Yin Three Yang Six Qi Great Heavenly Cycle Theory* at the Profound Heaven Academy branch."

"No loud noises." Ling Tianchen glanced at the two of them.

Hu Yang and Zhang Tianxing immediately shut their mouths and switched to sound transmission.

Ling Tianchen couldn't be bothered to manage the two of them; he just stared at Zhao Xing's figure.

He could feel that some kind of transformation had occurred in Zhao Xing.

Ling Tianchen had cultivated the Hou Bian method *Kiss Transformation* to an extremely profound realm, and he could feel astonishing changes in Zhao Xing.

"Could it be that his Hou Bian method was sublimated in the Dragon Court?" Ling Tianchen pondered. "It seems I must have him return to the Ten Thousand Transformations Cave Heaven after this."

However, it was impossible in the coming days; this was the glorious moment of the Kunyuan Earth Palace.

Anyone who tried to make Zhao Xing leave would have to deal with his wrath!

"Luo, you've never experienced this kind of pomp, have you?" King Tianyan asked with a smile.

"I haven't." King Luo shook his head. "The Emperor only stopped short of having the six-rank Great Dancer Ji Mengjun come to perform a dance."

Ji Mengjun didn't come, but she was also a spectator, and she had sent her disciple, a five-steal dancer, into the ceremonial dance troupe.

But this kind of pomp is something you can't envy even if you want to; wanting to bring back a peerless divine artifact of symbolic significance isn't just about having strength.

"Invite the Spirit Mountain Envoy to move!"

Once they reached the Kunyuan Academy, Meng Kun finally showed some restraint and no longer called him the Holy Son.

If he wasn't calling him the Holy Son, he had to call Zhao Xing by his biggest and most pompous title, and one related to the Kunyuan Academy.

Zhao Xing originally had the position of Siyie (Academy Proctor), but that wasn't as big as Spirit Mountain Envoy.

Zhao Xing stood up and stepped down the cloud ladder.

"Swish, swish, swish, swish~"

Countless gazes were fixed on Zhao Xing, each one filled with intense emotion, mostly first-rank gazes, as they were the closest.

The center of attention!

If it were an ordinary person, their legs would probably have turned to jelly.

But Zhao Xing walked every step steadily, holding the Kunyuan Divine Hoe, eyes fixed forward, and arrived step by step in front of Xuanyuan Qingtian.

"Spirit Mountain Envoy Zhao Xing, greets the Dean!" Zhao Xing only bowed slightly, because he was still holding the Shennong Hoe.

Xuanyuan Qingtian was as tall as his name suggested, quite large, standing at two meters twenty or thirty. His face was firm, showing no signs of aging, and he wore bright yellow Kunyuan dharma robes, with an Earth Spirit Hat on his head, and a hairpin passing through the hat.

He asked loudly: "Spirit Mountain Envoy Zhao Xing, what is that in your hand?"

Zhao Xing replied: "Earth God divine artifact, Kunyuan Divine Hoe!"

"What are its wondrous uses that it can be called a divine artifact?"

Zhao Xing said loudly:

"Move the spirit veins of the eight wildernesses, fill the waters of the four seas!"

"Move the mountains of the nine heavens, investigate the source of the great earth!"

"The law can communicate with gods, the wondrous uses are infinite!"

Xuanyuan Qingtian shook his sleeves and bowed: "Xuanyuan Qingtian leads the entire Kunyuan Academy in welcoming the divine artifact back to its place!"

"Welcome the divine artifact back to its place!"

The dense crowd immediately bowed to the divine artifact.

All Siannong, regardless of whether they were Kunyuan Academy Siannong, were moved to tears at this moment.

Zhao Xing held the Kunyuan Divine Hoe high, and the endless radiance of the divine artifact shone upon him, making him look exactly like the Earth God in the flesh.

After bowing three times, there were still procedures to follow.

Xuanyuan Qingtian and Zhao Xing, holding the Kunyuan Divine Hoe together, would move a spirit mountain on the spot to demonstrate the power of the divine artifact.

The world's number one 【Spirit Mountain】 and number two 【Qingshan】 were not suitable for demonstration.

They chose the world's fifteenth-ranked spirit mountain, 【Qingtian Mountain】.

This was also the spirit mountain Xuanyuan Qingtian had cultivated, and it was his life's work.

Qingtian Mountain was ten thousand zhang high, its peaks treacherous, like a sharp sword piercing the firmament.

After a series of complex rituals were completed, Xuanyuan Qingtian and Zhao Xing flew together toward 【Qingtian Mountain】.

Countless Earth Mirrors broadcasted it live.

One old and one young, holding the Shennong Hoe together, swung it down.

The mountain peak shook, and the next moment, golden light flashed.

The massive spirit mountain simply disappeared, leaving only a basin behind!

"Roar~"

The viewing crowd erupted in thunderous cheers.

"The power of the divine artifact is terrifying!"

"Earth God divine artifact! This is the legendary Earth God divine artifact!"

"Move the mountains of the nine heavens, investigate the source of the great earth!"

"To witness the power of the divine artifact in this life, I have no regrets even in death!"

"Holy crap! Such a big mountain, and it just disappeared like that?"

"Brother, can you be a bit more refined? You make it sound like we martial artists only know how to say 'holy crap'."

"Brother, what is your high opinion?"

"Well—never mind, the divine artifact is awesome!"

In the sky, Zhao Xing felt the Kunyuan Divine Hoe become incomparably heavy, his hands sinking downward.

It was only because Xuanyuan Qingtian exerted force in time that he didn't fall along with the divine artifact.

At this moment, a miniature mountain peak flickered on the blade of the hoe.

A ten-thousand-zhang spirit mountain, how heavy is it?

Even if the divine artifact is awesome, Zhao Xing alone could never hold it.

Fortunately, Xuanyuan Qingtian shared most of the pressure, so Zhao Xing didn't let go.

Xuanyuan Qingtian smiled slightly at Zhao Xing, signaling him not to worry, then together with Zhao Xing, raised the divine hoe to announce to all directions: "The Kunyuan Divine Hoe is truly a divine artifact!"

"Celebrate for the Great Zhou!"

"Celebrate for the Great Zhou!" the crowd shouted.

"Celebrate for the Siannong!"

"Celebrate for the Siannong!" they shouted again.

"Celebrate for Marquis Shenwei!"

"Celebrate for Marquis Shenwei!"

After three shouts, Xuanyuan Qingtian and Zhao Xing returned the spirit mountain to its place.

Afterward, the two flew down and brought the Kunyuan Divine Hoe to the square outside the Earth God Hall for worship.

This was mainly to praise its achievements and legends, and to recount its history.

The Kunyuan Divine Hoe had not appeared in the world for three hundred thousand years!

In the history compiled by the Great Zhou, that was only about fifty thousand years.

A legendary divine artifact descending into reality and returning to the hands of the Kunyuan Academy—no amount of publicity would be too much.

It was worshipped for a full month before it was invited into the Earth God Hall to be enshrined.

Next, it would be open for viewing by tourists and visitors from all over for a full three years, after which it would be sealed and no longer open to the public.

Afterward, it would be handed over to Zhao Xing for research. Of course, Zhao Xing couldn't just take it with him wherever he went.

Without any major projects or wars, the Kunyuan Divine Hoe would basically not be used.

Want to take the Kunyuan Divine Hoe out of the country? That was even more impossible!

Unless Zhao Xing became the Dean and was invincible in the world.

The grand ceremony started from the welcoming in the seventh month of the twentieth year of Dazhi, and continued until the early spring of the twenty-first year of Dazhi,

when it finally came to an end.

"Phew, finally I can rest for a bit." Zhao Xing let out a long breath.

The grand ceremony had gone back and forth for more than half a year, and the entire Kunyuan Academy was immersed in a massive carnival.

There were many people coming to see the divine artifact every day, and many people coming to see him, Zhao Xing.

At first, he felt a bit secretly pleased, but after a long time, he couldn't take it anymore.

Being treated like a national treasure all day long—who could stand that?

Especially Meng Kun, with that attitude, he looked like he wanted to rush up and give him a hug and a kiss.

He had to come and take a peek at Zhao Xing every day, and even brought guests over.

Even though all he said were some polite, superficial words.

But to Zhao Xing's ears, it sounded like he was saying:

"Look, this is the national treasure of our Kunyuan Academy, named Zhao Xing. I dug him out, isn't that impressive?"

It was hard to get this enthusiasm to subside a little,

and Zhao Xing thought he could finally get some rest.

But it turned out the people stopped coming, and were replaced by ghosts coming for sightseeing.

In the middle of the night, Meng Kun brought ghosts to knock on his door!

The Earth Officials of the Underworld, a large number of Earth-Profit faction Siannong gods, all manifested and came up to take a look at him,

which completely baffled Master Zhao!

After those Siannong gods left, Zhao Xing hurriedly grabbed Meng Kun's sleeve: "Dean, please, don't bring any more here."

Meng Kun said with some regret: "Alright, actually there were a few more, but—never mind, we'll talk about it next time."

Only then did Zhao Xing truly let out a sigh of relief.

"Zhao Xing, speaking of which, I haven't properly thanked you yet."

"Please accept my grand bow."

Meng Kun brushed his sleeves and was about to perform a grand bow.

"Hey, no, no, no, how can this be?"

Zhao Xing was speechless. Are you really going to kneel?

Seeing Zhao Xing stop him, Meng Kun had to change the grand bow to a small one.

"You don't know, bringing back the divine artifact this time really helped me a lot!"

"Do you know, if you hadn't come, my position as Dean would have been talked away by that foul-mouthed Qin Shanyue!"

Hearing that name, Zhao Xing pondered slightly: "The vice-dean of the Profound Earth Academy?"

"Who else could it be but him?" Meng Kun said with dissatisfaction. "This guy has been fighting me for the position for years.

Whenever he finds an opportunity, he has to publicly criticize me."

"But now he has nothing to say. Who doesn't have to praise me as having high insight when they see me?"

Zhao Xing couldn't help but laugh: "The Dean indeed has high insight."

Old Meng's eye for talent was no joke. Back at the Profound Heaven Academy, they only planned to give him a position as a preaching dharma master at first.

It was Meng Kun and the others who were generous, starting him off as a classic-studying doctor, and later making him an academy proctor of the Earth-Hidden Academy.

Meng Kun even let him use his resources. When things were going haywire at the Profound Heaven Academy, there was no movement at the Kunyuan Academy.

He still went to the spirit mountain area to comprehend the Earth Palace and observe the pulse of the earth veins as usual.

"The Earth-Profit faction is indeed closer. Back at the Ten Yang Cave Heaven, I also obtained a lot of resources from the Earth-Profit Academy." Zhao Xing felt moved in his heart.

"What are you thinking about?" Meng Kun asked.

"I was thinking, since the Dean wants to dig for talented people, I do have a few candidates I can recommend."

"Oh? Tell me about them." Meng Kun was curious.

"The Magistrate of Pingyuan in Tongming Prefecture, named Chen Shijie. He is experienced, and his Earth-Profit law talent is also very high."

"He has been in Tongming Prefecture for over twenty years, and he restored the Earth-Profit during the chaotic period very early on."

"Tongming Prefecture has many rivers, and for over twenty years, there hasn't been a single flood or earthquake."

"Oh?" Meng Kun nodded. "I'll go take a look another day."

"Since the Dean is going to Pinghai Province for an inspection, why not take a look while you're at it? I also know a few military Siannong—"

After talking with Meng Kun all night, Zhao Xing planned to set off for the main branch of the Profound Heaven Academy.

He was now a third-rank Spirit Mountain Envoy, and the Jing Emperor's intention was for him to go to the Spirit Void Blessed Land to choose a spirit mountain to cultivate.

Zhao Xing had not yet learned the Spirit Mountain Law.

The mountain nourishes the person, and the person also nourishes the mountain. Once he began the quiet cultivation of the Heavenly Destiny realm, his main body could not easily run away.

The Hou Bian method, however, could only be performed by the main body, so he had to take advantage of the time before entering the Blessed Land to explain the things that needed to be explained.

In any case, the Kunyuan Hoe wouldn't be in his hands until three years later, so there was no rush to cultivate.

Daoyuan Continent, Qingqing County.

In the fourth month of the twenty-first year of Dazhi, Zhao Xing arrived in Qingqing County.

Ten Thousand Transformations Cave Heaven, the place of inheritance for the Hou Bian faction.

"Greetings, Dean."

"Zhao Xing." Ling Tianchen's eyes were bright. "You seem to have undergone a major change. Did you gain something in the Dragon Court and master the *Kiss Transformation*?"

Zhao Xing had previously cultivated the *Fire Transformation*, and if he had achieved something, it should have reached the level of *Kiss Transformation*.

However, Zhao Xing's next words shocked Ling Tianchen.

"Dean, when I inherited the Dragon Emperor's Dharma Canon in the Dragon Court, I comprehended a new Hou Bian method."

"Oh? What kind of transformation is it?" Ling Tianchen asked curiously.

"I named it Ancestral Dragon Transformation!"

The three words "Ancestral Dragon Transformation" immediately made Ling Tianchen's heart tremble.

"Let me see."

"Yes."

Zhao Xing transformed, and golden clouds and mist surged beneath his feet.

A dragon shadow soared straight up, and in the process, the mist spread rapidly, and the dragon body grew larger and larger.

"!"

With a dragon roar, the golden clouds and mist dissipated, and a five-clawed golden dragon ten thousand miles long appeared in the sky.

"Ang~"

Ling Tianchen immediately transformed into a "kiss" (a type of dragon-like fish), which also expanded rapidly.

He was like a fish, swimming around Zhao Xing, his eyes full of shock.

"Ancestral Dragon Transformation, to what turn have you cultivated it?" Ling Tianchen asked.

"In the Dragon Court, I could reach the nine-turn realm, but in the outside world, it's only at the eight-turn level." Zhao Xing said. "This is because the heaven and earth rules of the ancient Dragon Court land are suitable for performing this method."

"You comprehended it at the eight-turn level? And even the nine-turn level in the Dragon Court?"

"Yes."

Ling Tianchen couldn't help but say: "This method points directly to the ultimate. If you succeed in perfecting it, it will be the strongest internal-cultivation Hou Bian method!"

"Have you developed any Ancestral Dragon innate secret skills?"

"Yes, but I have only developed two."

"Which two?"

"One is the Ancestral Dragon Roar, performed with the Ancestral Dragon body. The great sound is silent, entering the Dao through sound, mastering the rules of sound. The effect is that it can break open rule-based Dao fields." Zhao Xing explained.

He had used this innate secret skill to drag the Fuming Melting Furnace out of the sea of fire.

"The second innate secret skill is called Ancestral Dragon Strength."

"Even in a dangerous place where no rule-based Dao can be used, and without using any Five Elements true intent, relying solely on strength, I can easily lift three heavy artifacts like the 【Ten Thousand Heavy Mountains】."

Hearing this, Ling Tianchen's eyes shone with light.

Lifting three 【Ten Thousand Heavy Mountains】 relying solely on strength?

One must know that the Earth-Profit faction's 【Ten Thousand Heavy Mountains】 is a ninth-rank heavy artifact. Why is it classified this way? That's because, like warships and the Sea-Stabilizing Needle, it is a ninth-rank divine weapon that uses a massive amount of materials.

The materials used to forge a Ten Thousand Heavy Mountain could make one hundred thousand ninth-rank top-tier individual weapons.

That's not even counting the fact that the Ten Thousand Heavy Mountain also needs to refine seven earth veins of the seventh level or higher.

Therefore, transporting a Ten Thousand Heavy Mountain usually required opening the 【Earth-Piercing Divine Boat】.

That was not a weapon for individual use.

Ling Tianchen, performing the *Kiss Transformation*, could also easily lift three Ten Thousand Heavy Mountains.

However, his spell realm was stronger than Zhao Xing's!

For Zhao Xing to be able to lift three Ten Thousand Heavy Mountains relying solely on strength at the eight-turn level was simply terrifying!

"Come, hit me!"

Ling Tianchen said excitedly.

"Yes."

Zhao Xing didn't hesitate, flicking his dragon tail and striking directly at the "kiss".

"Boom!"

The "kiss" that Ling Tianchen had transformed into was immediately knocked ten thousand meters away.

It wasn't until three breaths later that Ling Tianchen stabilized his form.

The strike just now was a duel relying solely on strength.

Ling Tianchen's Kiss Transformation was already at the ultimate level, but in terms of strength, he still lost to Zhao Xing.

"Truly not bad. If it can reach the ultimate level, it can be called the strongest ultimate method!" Ling Tianchen was knocked away, but instead felt very excited.

A top-tier eight-turn Ancestral Dragon Transformation that could knock away his own ultimate method transformation—how terrifying!

"Again, a few more times!"

Ling Tianchen began to duel with Zhao Xing in the air.

Half an hour later.

The two stopped, still feeling unsatisfied.

"Dean, I plan to leave this method at the Hou Bian Academy." Zhao Xing said. "Please help me perfect this path."

"Can you really not stay at the Ten Thousand Transformations Cave Heaven?"

"The Emperor appointed me as Spirit Mountain Envoy, so my main body can only be in the Spirit Void Blessed Land." Zhao Xing said. "But Dean, don't worry, I will send a batch of True Dragon Blood every ten years."

He took out a box; the blood inside was the blood extracted after transforming into the Ancestral Dragon.

"It doesn't need to be as frequent as every ten years." Ling Tianchen pondered. "Currently, there aren't many in the Hou Bian Academy who can practice this method. You can send it once every twenty years."

"Alright." Zhao Xing nodded.

The main body left the main branch in the sixth month, leaving behind two clones.

One stayed at the Hou Bian Academy, and one fulfilled the duties of a classic-studying doctor, while also comprehending other top-tier Heavenly Time methods.

After leaving Qingqing County, Zhao Xing split into multiple clones and flew to different provinces.

The main body arrived at the Shangluo Academy in the seventh month.

In the eighth month, Liu Tianning's main body began secret seclusion, while his clone continued to handle daily affairs.

By the ninth month, Zhao Xing returned to Kunyuan County and began to study the Spirit Mountain Law, preparing for his appointment.

The person teaching him was Xuanyuan Qingtian.

At this time, the two were sitting together on the peak of the world's number one spirit mountain, leaning against a pine tree.

In front of them was a sea of clouds, and looking out, no higher peak could be seen.

"Gathering the spiritual beauty of heaven and earth, containing the brilliance of mountains and rivers."

"The place where the destiny of heaven and earth can be most embodied is the spirit mountain."

"The mountain nourishes the person, and the person also nourishes the mountain."

"The interaction between man and nature is mutual achievement."

"I go to perceive the destiny of heaven and earth, and the destiny of heaven and earth also influences my destiny."

"This is what is commonly referred to as Heavenly Destiny is My Destiny."

Xuanyuan Qingtian said leisurely: "No matter which Spirit Mountain Law, in the initial stage, it is the person nourishing the mountain. Chen'an, can you understand?"

Zhao Xing nodded and said: "If you look at the mountain as a kind of plant, it's easy to understand. Once the spirit mountain matures, it can bear the beautiful fruit of the spirit mountain."

"The mountain rises a few zhang, and the person's destiny grows by a few zhang."

Xuanyuan Qingtian smiled: "Not bad. You are worthy of being a genius who can annotate classics; you can always explain complex things in a simple and easy-to-understand way."

Zhao Xing asked: "Dean, has this world's number one spirit mountain been harvested yet?"

The number one mountain is called Spirit Mountain; Zhao Xing was asking how many peerless powerhouses the Spirit Mountain had nurtured.

Xuanyuan Qingtian pondered: "To be called a peerless powerhouse, one must have great destiny."

"Since records began, the Spirit Mountain has only had eighty-five great destiny fruits."

Eighty-five times? Calculating by the fifty-thousand-year history, that's once every few thousand years.

This is the destiny period for a mature spirit mountain to bear fruit, which is quite long.

And for such a great mountain, many people share it.

It would be better to choose a small mountain to cultivate yourself.

If it's always the predecessors planting trees and the descendants enjoying the shade, then the spirit mountains of the world will gradually disappear, which does not conform to the philosophy of the Spirit Mountain faction.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xing asked: "I heard there is a Holy Mountain in the Southern Barbarians that can communicate with heaven and earth. I don't know how many great destinies have been carried out there?"

Xuanyuan Qingtian sighed upon hearing this: "It is rumored to have passed a thousand times."

Zhao Xing was slightly stunned; this gap is a bit large.

Xuanyuan Qingtian said: "Do you know why I named myself Qingtian (Supporting the Sky)?"

"The student does not know."

"A kind of entrustment. My father was also an Earth-Profit faction Siannong, and he just wanted to cultivate the world's number one mountain to surpass that mountain in the Southern Barbarians."

Zhao Xing suddenly realized that the world's number one mountain mentioned by the Great Zhou actually excluded the Southern Barbarian Holy Mountain.

No wonder they were so energetic in attacking the Southern Barbarian Earth-Profit faction; it turns out the real world's number one mountain was not in the Great Zhou.

The dream of a lifetime for a Spirit Mountain faction Siannong is probably to dig back that Holy Mountain in the Southern Barbarians.

Or if they can't dig it, occupying the Southern Barbarians would also work.

"The Spirit Mountain Law has no ultimate method. There is a rumor that one must be on that Holy Mountain in the Southern Barbarians to find the ultimate Spirit Mountain Dao." Xuanyuan Qingtian said with high expectations. "If one day you arrive there, remember to help me verify the truth."

"Yes, the student believes this day will come soon." Zhao Xing said firmly.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was the twenty-fourth year of Dazhi.

At this time, the Kunyuan Divine Hoe was no longer on public display and returned to Zhao Xing's hands.

He had also been cultivating the Spirit Mountain Law with Xuanyuan Qingtian on the spirit mountain for three years.

Although the Spirit Mountain Law has no ultimate method, there are dozens of top-tier levels.

What Xuanyuan Qingtian taught Zhao Xing was the *Qingtian Spirit Mountain Law*.

According to him, this method was conceived by his great-grandfather for the foundation of the low and middle stages, verified by his grandfather, created by his father for the high-level stage, and finally perfected by him, Xuanyuan Qingtian.

Four generations of people spent over three thousand years researching the *Qingtian Spirit Mountain Law*.

Just verifying and conceiving the foundation stage took two generations and sixteen hundred years.

Afterward, it went through another twelve hundred years, and by Xuanyuan Qingtian's generation, it was finally perfected.

He created the top-tier perfection of the mountain law at the age of four hundred, and it was precisely because of this that Xuanyuan Qingtian could become the Dean and be rewarded by the Jing Emperor with the Earth Emperor's Crown and ride the Houtu War Chariot.

Because the spirit mountain Xuanyuan Qingtian cultivated was ranked fifteenth among the world's spirit mountains.

This was very impressive. How many famous mountains had been passed down before? To be able to cultivate a spirit mountain and come from behind,

surpassing many predecessors—what an achievement that was.

"The first three layers of the Qingtian Spirit Mountain Law are combined with the dharma array to get started."

"The shortest expectation is fifty years, and the longest is uncountable."

"The Qingtian Spirit Mountain Law theoretically has no upper limit of layers and can grow infinitely."

"But in reality, Xuanyuan Qingtian only reached the eighteenth layer, and after that, no matter how he cultivated, he could not make Qingtian Mountain grow even a little bit."

"Cultivating destiny is not as simple as personal destiny. Using the Spirit Mountain Law to consolidate the Heavenly Destiny realm is much higher-level than martial artists fighting and killing."

"It seems I am going to have a very long period of deep cultivation."

Zhao Xing stood on the Earth-Piercing Divine Boat, his thoughts drifting. He was followed by a team of guards, and they were currently on their way to the Spirit Void Blessed Land.

There were twenty-nine small spirit mountains in the Spirit Void Blessed Land, none exceeding one hundred meters, but the mountain ranges had been specially modified, surrounded by water, and had dharma arrays to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

As long as someone in the Heavenly Destiny realm came to cultivate the mountain, the dharma array would be activated, and once opened, a large amount of resources would be invested.

Therefore, once Zhao Xing's main body reached the Heavenly Destiny realm and came here to be an official, he could not easily leave, otherwise, it would not only waste a "young mountain" but also waste a large amount of resources.

"Lord Gu, I will choose this one, the young mountain numbered twenty-nine." Zhao Xing selected one of them.

"Alright, what name does Chen'an want to give it?" Gu Zhangqing asked.

"I want this mountain to be as high as the sky, so let's call it Qitian (Sky-Leveling) Mountain." Zhao Xing said.

"A mountain level with the sky, a good meaning." Gu Zhangqing praised.

In the sixth month of the twenty-fourth year of Dazhi, Zhao Xing's main body began a long period of cultivation on "Qitian Mountain."

As for the clones, they each had their own tasks.

In the seventh month of the twenty-fifth year of Dazhi, Zhao Xing sent a clone to Fengjing.

The Jing Emperor had promised him that he could choose three treasures from the imperial palace treasury. He hadn't chosen them before, and now that he had time, he naturally came to take a look.

The imperial palace treasury was rich in treasures, all of which were the private collections of the royal family.

After Zhao Xing entered, he browsed carefully but did not find the treasure "One Dream of Heaven and Earth."

After reviewing it later, Zhao Xing guessed that it was not in the royal treasury, but probably in the national treasury, or it was still being studied and people were trying to crack it.

As for other treasures, Zhao Xing had no interest. The Jing Emperor was stingy, and the powerful treasures were all hidden away. He didn't look down on ordinary treasures, so he just randomly chose two treasures to use as favors.

Since he had come to Fengjing again, Zhao Xing went to visit True Person Tianyang.

Secondly, there was the Imperial Hospital.

"Li Fuhan, whom I saved in the Ten Yang Cave Heaven back then, and Wang Zhongjing, whom I saved during the Liang Prince's rebellion, have both entered the Imperial Hospital."

"In the eighteenth year of the Jingxin calendar, Li Fuhan was only an eighth-rank itinerant physician, but now he is already a fifth-rank Central Court Medicine Order."

"Wang Zhongjing was saved in the thirty-sixth year of the Jingxin calendar. He was seventh-rank at the time, and now he is only a sixth-rank Cold Physician; he still has a lot to learn."

Zhao Xing flipped through the records.

Learning the medical Dao is slow, and every step of the rise in matters of life and death is extremely harsh.

Decades have passed, and the promotion progress of these two people is only in the normal range.

Of course, this is only the promotion progress. In terms of personal cultivation, both of them are among the best in talent in the Imperial Hospital.

"Li Fuhan entered the Upper Society Academy, and Wang Zhongjing is still in the Middle Society Academy."

"The personalities of the two are also completely different."

Zhao Xing looked at the records.

Wang Zhongjing is enthusiastic, gentle in personality, and good at using medicine methods.

Li Fuhan is reclusive, not good at dealing with fellow students, and good at acupuncture methods.

"Let's add another wave of investment."

Zhao Xing's plan needs to be adjusted, and the investment in these talents also needs to be appropriately added.

He closed the book and called over an Upper Society Academy Proctor.

"Subordinate Zhang She, greets Marquis Shenwei."

"Zhang She, I heard that the salary of the medical officials in the Imperial Hospital is very low. The Lower Society only gets 6 taels per month,"

"the Middle Society 60 taels, and the Upper Society 600 taels, and they only provide two meals?"

"Yes." Zhang She nodded. "This was set by the imperial court."

Zhao Xing didn't want to reform anything; what qualifications did he have? He was just looking for an excuse.

"This Marquis wants to make a private donation to reward some outstanding medical practitioners to repay the Emperor's grace."

Zhang She listened quietly. Zhao Xing was not the first to come to donate; there had always been people who did this.

Especially during the Dazhi years, the number of high-ranking officials and nobles who donated suddenly increased, and he didn't know why.

"You can draft a list, but these two must be on the list. Do you understand this Marquis's meaning?"

"Understood, thank you, Marquis Shenwei."

Yuanxue Province, Hundred Weapons Academy.

Above the underground magma lake, beside the nineteenth Earth-Fire Melting Furnace.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The sound of dense hammer strikes rang out. Yue Lingzhi, bare-chested, swung the mysterious iron hammer in his hand and smashed it toward a piece of material that looked like a door panel.

His hands swung out afterimages, the fire spiritual energy gathered around his body, and there were sixteen copper vessels around him like conduits, sucking away the miscellaneous energy around him, forming an independent forging space.

"Clang!"

As the last hammer fell, the door-panel-sized material turned into the size of a palm.

"Hiss-ha~ hiss-ha~"

Yue Lingzhi's face flushed red as he ran out of the space and entered another light shield, breathing the air greedily.

Sweat poured down his body like rain, and a sense of hunger swept over him.

Just as he wanted to wipe his sweat and eat something,

suddenly a hand, carrying a box, reached into the barrier.

"You are too desperate. There is no way you should be hitting the Mysterious Fire Essence like that. Every time you enter the Fire Essence forging world, you'll kill yourself."

Yue Lingzhi looked up in a daze, and then a look of joy appeared on his face: "Marquis? Why are you here?" Zhao Xing smiled slightly: "I came to see you, I didn't expect to see you almost kill yourself as soon as I arrived."

"Hehe, I am preparing for the 【Fire God Forging Soldiers】. To forge there, I have to persist for long enough." Yue Lingzhi took the things but didn't rush to eat.

"Eat first, talk while eating." Zhao Xing pulled a stool over and sat down, smiling: "You write letters every year to report what you have learned, so I came specifically to see if you are doing well."

"Good, very good!" Yue Lingzhi patted his chest. "With the Marquis's help, I am already a fourth-rank Fire Soldier Envoy!"

Zhao Xing smiled. He had never broken contact with Yue Lingzhi, whom he had sponsored the earliest, and the sponsorship had never stopped.

In short, for him, it was a small amount of money, but for Yue Lingzhi, it was a huge sum.

Zhao Xing also invested the most in Yue Lingzhi.

No way, his profession is relatively expensive.

"What's going on with the wound on your body?" Zhao Xing's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed Yue Lingzhi's wrist.

There was a healed scar on it. "You kid, are you playing with the Blood Forging Method? Are you trying to serve the weapon with your body and become a weapon spirit?"

"No, no, no, Marquis, you misunderstood." Yue Lingzhi waved his hands hurriedly. "This is not the Blood Forging Method,"

"but a process in the Fire Soldier Method, using blood to condense the soldier soul."

Zhao Xing was stunned: "Isn't this still the Blood Forging Method?"

Seeing that Yue Lingzhi still wanted to explain, he interrupted: "Don't think about taking any shortcuts. Sacrificing heart blood will reduce your lifespan. There is only zero and countless times."

The Blood Forging Method is addictive. Every time, just a little bit of lifespan can make the weapon forging a great success.

What a temptation that is!

He was afraid that Yue Lingzhi would go astray. If he died too early, his investment would go down the drain.

"Yes, Marquis, I will remember." Yue Lingzhi said firmly. "I will never touch that method!"

Pinghai Province, Yu Long County, Music Mansion.

"Zheng~"

A purple ancient zither made a sword-like sound. Those who heard the sound felt as if they were on a battlefield of gold and iron horses.

Qin Qingqiu plucked the strings, and then a phantom of a team of sword cultivators appeared on the square, rushing toward the other end of the square.

"!"

There was also a musician playing there, but seeing the sword light break through his sound wave defense, he panicked, and the rhythm became chaotic.

"Puff~"

This musician who was also playing the zither was knocked away, and the ancient zither was broken.

"Qin Qingqiu, wins!" A great musician announced the result of this battle music official selection.

"I concede." Qin Qingqiu held the zither and bowed, then floated off the high platform square.

Just as she was about to leave, a voice stopped her.

"Qingqiu, wait."

"Teacher." Qin Qingqiu stopped immediately.

"A big figure has sent you a gift to congratulate you on being promoted to a fifth-rank battle musician."

"A big figure? I don't want it." Qin Qingqiu had some bad associations and shook her head immediately.

"Don't you want to hear who sent it?" Qin Qingqiu's teacher said. "His name is Zhao Xing, and he is a first-rank Marquis Shenwei."

"Zhao Xing?" A trace of excitement appeared on Qin Qingqiu's face. "Teacher, where is he? Did he come?"

"No, only a gift and a letter. Do you want it?"

"Yes, I do!"

Pinghai Province, Anping Prefecture, Prefecture Hall.

A figure was speaking passionately:

"Our dynasty has been established for two thousand seven hundred years, and the number of large and small Yin gods enfeoffed by Anping Prefecture exceeds one million!"

"The number of ancestral temples and branch temples established is more than billions!"

"Not to mention the waste brought by sacrifices, just the land circled for the creation of ancestral temples is an astonishing number!"

"Prefect, the subordinate believes that we should submit a petition to the imperial court to implement the policy of destroying ancestral temples—"

"Wei Xuancheng, that's enough! This lord does not want to hear you spouting nonsense here!"

"Prefect—"

"Get out! For the last three months, you don't have to participate in the prefecture discussions!"

"Hmph, mediocre official! Why do you need to forbid me from participating in the prefecture discussions? I don't even want this hairpin crown!"

After saying that, Wei Xuancheng took off his hat, threw it on the ground, and went straight out of the Prefect Hall.

Just as he came out, he bumped into a strange yet familiar figure.

"Brother Zhao?"

"Brother Wei." Zhao Xing took off his bamboo hat and revealed a smile.

"Why are you here?"

"I sensed that Brother Wei seemed to have something on your mind, so I came specifically to find you for a drink. I don't know if Brother Wei has time?"

"Hahahaha, yes, yes, yes!" Wei Xuancheng laughed loudly. "You came just in time, let's go, to my mansion!"

Xier County, Drill Ground.

"Everyone, be spirited!" Liao Rulong roared. "The Southern Barbarians have not given up, and they harass our border from time to time. Our Shenwei Army will have a day to be useful sooner or later."

"You are all officers! A weak soldier makes a weak soldier, a weak general makes a weak army!"

"If you don't sweat today, you will bleed tomorrow! Practice for me, practice hard!"

"Drink!" The response to him was a passionate shout.

Liao Rulong turned around with satisfaction, then froze in place.

"Commandant Liao, what great prestige~"

"Marquis!"

The sun rose and the moon set, and before he knew it, Zhao Xing had been cultivating on Qitian Mountain for thirty-five years.

The Qitian Mountain where he was located had also grown from one hundred meters to one thousand meters high.

On this day, Zhao Xing suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sea of clouds in front of him thoughtfully.

"It is now the fifty-ninth year of Dazhi, and next year we will enter the Yongzhi period."

"My causal soul has sensed that a causal line is about to break."

Images appeared in Zhao Xing's mind: in a courtyard where spring was in the air, an old man held clouds in his palm, and a young man examined the three-foot heavenly thunder in his palm.

In the spring equinox of Dazhi, Zhao Xing's clone accompanied his family back to his hometown in Gucheng, Nanyang County, to visit relatives.

Zhao Xing came to the Xue Mansion, and the one who greeted him was Xue Bai.

"Commoner greets the Marquis, greets Lord Zong." Xue Bai was about to kneel.

"No need for courtesy." Zhao Xing waved his hand. "I heard that the old Siannong is not in good health, so I came with Lord Zong to visit. You don't need to be restrained."

"Yes, please come in, Grandfather is sunbathing in the courtyard." Xue Bai led Zhao Xing and Zong Shichang into the mansion.

Once people get old, it seems they all like to sunbathe.

When Zhao Xing came over, Xue Wenzhong was taking a nap on a lounge chair under the locust tree.

Zhao Xing took a look. Xue Wenzhong was indeed old beyond recognition, his hair was completely white, and his skin was full of wrinkles and spots.

The two didn't disturb him, just stood quietly on the veranda, waiting for Xue Wenzhong to wake up naturally.

"The old Siannong retired honorably in the fifteenth year of Dazhi as an eighth-rank official. After returning home, he has been raising flowers and plants at home and taking care of his great-grandson." Zong Shichang said in a low voice.

"His body and spirit were always very good, until this year he didn't go out much, and he couldn't even perform spells."

"How many times did the imperial court extend the old Siannong's life?" Zhao Xing asked.

"Four times." Zong Shichang said. "But the old Siannong is only an eighth-rank official, so each time it wasn't much."

"You come back to see him every few years, so you should know that the officialdom in Nanyang County is now a pool of stagnant water."

"There is basically no chance of promotion."

"He is already one hundred and ninety years old this year, and if he is going to go, it will be in these few days. I originally wanted to notify you, but you happened to come back—..."

Zhao Xing nodded. Without the baptism of the national destiny, two hundred years for an eighth-rank official is the limit, but not everyone can reach this limit.

Xue Wenzhong being able to reach one hundred and ninety years old was because Zhao Xing had given him many life-extending treasures corresponding to his rank before.

Normal eighth-rank officials have to be busy with official business every day, laboring their minds and spirits; how could they live to their theoretical age?

The Jing Emperor's Jiazi purge was not without a price.

He affected the enthusiasm of officials for doing things. Promotion was already difficult, and promotion during the Dazhi years was even more difficult.

"He's awake, let's go over."

The two squatted down beside Xue Wenzhong.

"Old Xue, open your eyes and see who has come to see you?" Zong Shichang shouted in Xue Wenzhong's ear.

"Who~ is it?" Xue Wenzhong opened his eyes.

Zhao Xing held his hand: "Teacher."

Xue Wenzhong's smile spread like a tide: "It's you, Chen'an, you've come back again?"

"Yes." Zhao Xing held the old Siannong's hand, and a wisp of energy passed into Xue Wenzhong's body. "Are you alright?"

Xue Wenzhong was a bit more spirited, and his complexion became rosy: "I am very well, I can still eat and sleep, I'm just a bit lazy, hahahaha."

"How have you been doing outside?"

"I have also been very well." Zhao Xing smiled.

Xue Wenzhong held Zhao Xing's palm back: "Don't waste your energy, I am free of illness and disaster, it's just that the time has come."

Zhao Xing nodded slightly: "Do you have any other wishes?"

Xue Wenzhong nodded, then shook his head.

Zong Shichang was anxious: "Old man, just say it, it's been so many years, why are you still selling suspense like when you were teaching?"

"Yes, Teacher, don't sell suspense this time." Zhao Xing also laughed.

Xue Wenzhong laughed: "Alright, alright, you guys have all grown capable, you have no patience at all. Can't I, the old man, take a breath?"

Zong Shichang was speechless. I'm afraid you'll take your last breath right now.

Xue Wenzhong smiled: "Actually, you have already helped Xue Bai a lot. He himself is not promising, and he hasn't made a name for himself after so many years."

"I have already helped my grandson, do I still have to manage the wealth of my great-grandson?"

"Being able to see you two before I go, I am already very content. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, let them go."

"I want to continue sleeping, don't disturb me anymore."

Xue Wenzhong drove the two away.

Zhao Xing and Zong Shichang left the courtyard helplessly.

Although Xue Wenzhong didn't say anything, Zhao Xing still walked toward Xue Bai, who was waiting in the outer hall.

"What is his name?" Zhao Xing looked at a young child beside Xue Bai.

Xue Bai immediately pushed the shoulder of a seven-year-old child in front of him.

"Xue Ren, nickname Rong'er, hurry, go kowtow to your Great-Uncle."

Well, Zhao Xing has now been upgraded to the grandfather generation.

However, Xue Wenzhong is his teacher, Xue Bai is Xue Wenzhong's grandson, and it's not wrong for Xue Ren to call Zhao Xing Great-Uncle.

"Great-Uncle." Xue Ren walked over timidly and knelt down to kowtow.

Zhao Xing lifted Xue Ren up with a breeze, then nodded to Xue Ren: "I will ask a teacher for him to go to the Dao Academy as a Dao child. How much he can achieve depends on his own fortune."

"Thank you!" Xue Bai knelt down immediately.

A month later, in the Grain Rain of the fifty-ninth year of Dazhi, Xue Wenzhong passed away.

In the sixtieth year of Dazhi, two more old friends passed away.

Fan Zhaoli, who was once the Dean of the Earth-Profit Academy in the Ten Yang Cave Heaven, died of old age.

The owner of the Ten Thousand Form Earth Palace, "Gong Tiansi," passed away. His Ten Thousand Form Earth Palace method once allowed Zhao Xing to comprehend "Divine Movement Protection."

Some people pass away, and some people are born.

At the end of the twelfth month of the sixtieth year of Dazhi, the Jing Emperor gave birth to a daughter, named Ji Yingluo.

Ji Yingluo was quite favored by the Jing Emperor, and the Jing Emperor's favor for her seemed to be even greater than that for Princess Youruo.

As soon as she was born, she was enfeoffed as Princess Yingluo.

In the Xuanhuang calendar, the 13th year of the 4417th era, the Jing Emperor changed the reign title to Yongzhi.

The birth of Princess Yingluo also made many civil and military officials feel happy.

Because the Jing Emperor's purge also ended after her birth.

Qitian Mountain, mountain peak.

Hearing this news, Zhao Xing couldn't help but open his eyes.

"Just like in the previous life, Princess Yingluo was also born at this time node."

The birth of a princess, logically speaking, would not be kept in mind by Zhao Xing.

But Ji Yingluo is different. She seems to be very favored by the Jing Emperor, which can be seen from the fact that she was enfeoffed as a princess as soon as she was born.

The time she was enfeoffed as a princess was earlier than Princess Youruo.

Princess Youruo was only enfeoffed as a princess three years after her birth.

"Ji Yingluo also has a nickname, 'Thousand-Year Princess'."

"Because she lived for a full thousand years, even longer than Princess Youruo."

"The reason for this, in addition to the energy tide during the Martial Emperor period, is also related to her becoming a core member of the Creation Dao Academy."

The reason Zhao Xing remembers her is mainly because Ji Yingluo did some perverted research at the Creation Dao Academy.

She wanted to build an immortal army for the Martial Emperor, so she caught many powerhouses and strange beasts to do experiments, combined with the perverted doctors of the Creation Dao Academy, and finally created a parasite called "Worm."

The worm is a soul-twin worm. After parasitizing the human body, even if the soul is destroyed, it can still drive the powerhouse's physical body to fight.

Even if the physical body is gone, it can still parasitize in the ghost soul, continue to control the battle, and can even turn the dead into ghosts.

Because one of the materials she used to make the "Worm" was the "Heavenly Soul Fruit" of the Shangluo Academy!

The Southern Barbarian Worm Shamans saw it and called it professional.

"It belongs to learning from the enemy's skills to control the enemy." Zhao Xing recalled the memories of his previous life. The Worm was simply a big killer when fighting the Corpse Puppet Sect. Because the Corpse Puppet Sect likes to take away a perfect physical body.

"But later this research got out of control, and even parasitized their own people, causing terrifying damage."

Zhao Xing couldn't help but shake his head: "How come none of the royal princesses are normal."

From the first year of Yongzhi, the Jing Emperor gave birth to children more frequently, but the princes were not announced, and only the princesses would be announced to the world.

"If I remember correctly, the Jing Emperor has a total of seventeen descendants, and I don't know where he has given birth to."

"Have any princes started their inheritance training?"

Zhao Xing pondered.

But he didn't think too much, because he had done all the preparations he should have done.

"The Martial Emperor will definitely come to Princess Youruo's mansion in the East Sea to spend his childhood."

"I just need to wait quietly now." Zhao Xing thought to himself.

Then he closed his eyes and continued to cultivate.

His mind continued to spread, and he seemed to have become a part of Qitian Mountain. Every grain of sand was under his control, and every flower, plant, and tree was under his control.

In the process of the growth of flowers and plants, they will also experience the changes of wind, rain, and the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

Constantly absorbing energy substances, the mountain range is also becoming thicker and heavier.

In the tenth year of Yongzhi, the height of Qitian Mountain finally exceeded four thousand meters, and Zhao Xing also entered the middle stage of the Heavenly Destiny realm.

In the twentieth year of Yongzhi, the mountain height exceeded seven thousand meters, and Zhao Xing reached the late stage of Heavenly Destiny.

In the thirtieth year of Yongzhi, the mountain height reached 9999 meters, and it could not go any further. He also reached the perfection of the Heavenly Destiny realm. At this time, Zhao Xing fell into a bottleneck period. At this time, everything on the mountain was desolate, all things withered, and snowflakes drifted.

Zhao Xing sat on the mountain peak, his whole body already covered by stones and snowflakes, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

The mountain law nourishes Heavenly Destiny, and there is no shortcut. He can only endure it bitterly now.

In the forty-sixth year of Yongzhi, East Sea, Bixian County.

Princess Mansion, Tianma North Garden.

Zhao Xing's clone was staring blankly at the Tianma in the lake by the Tianma Lake.

Ever since the mountain law entered the bottleneck, his thinking seemed to have become slow, the activities of the clone became less, and this clone at home also often stared quietly at the lake surface here, maintaining a state similar to that of the main body.

"Chen'an, Chen'an, wake up." Suddenly Zhao Xing felt someone patting his shoulder.

"Who is calling me." Zhao Xing's clone's thinking gradually recovered, and he looked back.

"It's me." Liu Wanliang said. He is the Princess Mansion's Sicheng (Chief Administrator), and Princess Youruo's big housekeeper.

"Lord Sicheng." Zhao Xing stood up hurriedly. He saw a young child of about three or four years old beside Liu Wanliang, and his eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly. "Lord Sicheng, who is this?"

The young child bowed to Zhao Xing in a decent manner.

"A relative of mine." Liu Wanliang held the young child's hand. "Come to the mansion to live for a period of time."

"Oh, oh." Zhao Xing ignored the little young child directly. "Do you have anything to do with me?"

The young child stretched out his tender fingers, pointed at Zhao Xing, and said in a milky voice: "You person, so rude. I just saluted you, and you should also return the salute to me."

Zhao Xing was stunned, and looked at this young child for the second time. The main body, which was far away, felt his heart tremble.

"It is my rudeness." Zhao Xing straightened his clothes and bowed to the young child. "My name is Zhao Xing,"

"I don't know what the little brother's name is?"

"Hmph, I'm angry, I won't tell you." After saying that, the young child ran away in a flash.

His speed was not slow, and he disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. Zhao Xing didn't even know how he ran so fast.

He looked at Liu Wanliang, who smiled: "My relative's child doesn't have a big name yet, but he has a nickname called 'Er'."

"Oh." Zhao Xing nodded with a smile. "He really looks like a little pig when he runs."

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