Chapter 570: Seventh Fortress

Sir, what's wrong?

Why would they give him such a high number?

After the newly ascended Ascetic Practitioners had cleaned up the debris scattered all over the ground and left.

Another Ascetic Practitioner on the mat subconsciously asked the No. 29 Guardian.

He was somewhat worried, but his emotions didn't fluctuate much.

Number 99 is already the highest possible rank without any contributions.

In the record, there is no mention of his battle achievements.

There is only one piece of highly classified source information.

Among Ascetic Practitioners ranked in the top hundred, which one hasn't experienced prolonged slaughter, fought countless big and small battles against Blood Corpses, and only then raised their number?

A suddenly appearing, even odd-looking unknown Ascetic Practitioner...

Upon arrival, they directly assigned him such a high number.

No wonder those newly ascended Ascetic Practitioners would be jealous to the point of madness.

No. 29 Guardian, what were you thinking?

The Guardian who was asked remained silent.

To be honest, he himself didn't know why he gave out the number 99.

Maybe it was the inner voice.

In a bewildering moment, upon first seeing Lin An, he was told by the inner voice:

(Number 99, after giving it, keep silent.)

Having lived this long, this was the first time he'd seen the inner voice speak like this...

Is that really me?

He felt slightly bewildered.

Seeing the Guardian not answer, no one else asked further.

Although they were dissatisfied with Lin An killing an Ascetic Practitioner in front of them.

But that was all.

For Ascetic Practitioners of their level, many things wouldn't attract their attention.

If it weren't for Lin An's sudden violent outburst killing someone, giving them a sense of danger, they wouldn't even have bothered to ask.

After a while, the Guardian suddenly blurted out a sentence.

Nothing...

He was still somewhat doubtful.

The Ascetic Practitioner called the Guardian slightly shook his head, thought for a moment, and quickly calmed his chaotic thoughts.

Disturbing my faith...

No need to think about such things...

It's just being killed by Lin An, nothing big...

Anyway, if I don't fight him, I won't die...

He couldn't possibly just kill me for no reason, right?

Fortunately, as an Ascetic Practitioner, his sense of life and death is faint.

Otherwise.

Anyone who 'sees' himself die hundreds of times, then have a weird bear grinningly scatter his ashes...

They would probably exert all their effort, unable to resist figuring out...

What exactly is going on.

(That Ascetic Practitioner just now... was strange...)

(But my instinct tells me he's normal...)

The conflict between reason and instinct made him feel somewhat uneasy.

A sense of absurdity flashed through the Guardian's mind.

For some reason, his instinct and belief kept telling him not to have any contact with the other party...

Otherwise.

His so-called immortality would drift north with his ashes.

After Ascetic Practitioners firm up their belief and obtain transcendent power...

The next stage is to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.

For events that could lead to their certain death, they instinctively prevent them from happening.

Put bluntly, that means 'follow the heart.'

Or rather...

Cowardly.

Saying it out loud is also contradictory.

Before becoming Ascetic Practitioners, they firmly held their belief, even actively facing death to gain power.

It can be said they were willing to die ten thousand times without regret.

But once they become Ascetic Practitioners, they strive desperately to avoid death, seeking transcendence.

If not for one of the basic beliefs of Ascetic Practitioners being that they belong to humanity...

Whether these Ascetic Practitioners still wish to fight the Blood Corpses is a question.

After leaving the temple, the Cavalry Commander who had been waiting earnestly came forward to greet.

The soldiers on both sides, seeing this, followed suit, all dropping to one knee in unison and loudly congratulating, drawing sideways glances from the fortress's residents.

Especially when the cavalry commander saw the number on Lin An's chest, his eyes widened to an oval.

99!?

Well then.

He had thought Lin An's number would be quite far forward, but he didn't expect it to directly reach the top 100.

According to rank conversion, Lin An's current rank is one level higher than their legion's Cavalry General.

Seeing the Emperor, he does not bow.

Excluding those top Ascetic Practitioners who don't get involved, Lin An at this point is at least a High Level figure in any fortress he goes to.

If placed in the Rear of the battle lines, his rank would be comparable to that of a regional official.

I've basically latched onto a big thigh...

Thinking that he had previously doubted this important figure, the cavalry commander couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

Being able to receive the recognition of the 29th Ascetic Practitioner, Lord Lin An must be without any problem.

Seeing the excitement in the cavalry commander's eyes, Lin An asked curiously:

"Besides entering the initial land, does the number have any other use?"

"Also, what's your name?"

Seeing Lin An's question, the cavalry commander quickly replied, his eyes full of envy:

"Replying to the 99th Ascetic Practitioner, sir."

"According to the numbering sequence, you can freely mobilize up to five thousand legions to fight together, or alternatively command those Ascetic Practitioners ranked below you to follow."

"Among those under a thousand Ascetic Practitioners, you can freely command three; among those after a thousand, ten; among those after ten thousand, a hundred."

"Besides that, you may choose any of the nine major fortresses to assist in defending."

"Or, in other war cities outside the nine major fortresses, serve as a deputy commander in defense."

All these privileges, for the people of the Great Xia, could be described as a leap to the heavens.

If Lin An had relatives, they would immediately be promoted and ennobled, no longer needing to engage in labor.

After a brief pause, the cavalry commander respectfully continued speaking:

"Sir, my name is Zhang Yan; I currently serve as the commander of the sixth infantry and cavalry unit under the third legion of the seventh fortress, holding the position of cavalry commander."

Having said that, he lowered his head, not daring to show the slightest impropriety.

In the Great Xia dynasty, the status of Ascetic Practitioners is above all.

Don't look at him commanding a thousand-strong force; he's still considered an officer.

But before Ascetic Practitioners ranked in the top 100, it's no different than being crushed by rank.

In his imagination.

Lin An might still ask questions, or perhaps want to try using his privileges.

But Zhang Yan only heard a soft 'oh'.

"Oh."

After casually uttering an 'oh', Lin An didn't pay attention to these things.

Command authority?

Aside from being able to command Ascetic Practitioners, which is somewhat useful to him, everything else is meaningless.

For him, there is only one idea.

Should I summon a few Ascetic Practitioners over?

Tie them up and dissect them?

Anyway, I can freely dispatch them.

If someone dies, just say they died in battle?

Zhang Yan looked at Lin An's calm and composed expression, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Sure enough, he is an Ascetic Practitioner.

They treat such privileges as if they were air.

Ascetic Practitioners truly have no external desires.

After the neat formation stood up, Zhang Yan hurriedly went forward to Lin An, indicating to arrange lodging for him.

"Lord Lin An, would you first follow us back to the seventh fortress's garrison, where you have a dedicated area?"

"Or should you stay here for now?"

When asking, Zhang Yan's eyes showed obvious anticipation.

He could imagine that, after he and Lin An returned to the seventh fortress, many legion commanders would be jealous to the point of tears.

It really is picking up a "golden thigh" in the wild.

A pie has fallen from the sky.