Chapter 72

The dragon and phoenix patterned mirror shone on Lv Fang, and golden destiny surged into the sky.

"Ten zhang of destiny!"

Zhou Heng, the supervisor of the Imperial Observatory, was so surprised that his beard was trembling.

Seeing the ten zhang of destiny on Lv Fang, the field fell into a dead silence.

"Is there a problem?"

Lv Fang said with some trepidation.

This sentence was like a switch valve. The silent back mountain erupted in bursts of exclamations.

"Did I see it wrong? Lord Wenguan's destiny is ten zhang?"

"The realm has also reached the Seventh Rank, Second Stage."

"Truly incredible!"

Wang Wu smiled bitterly: "Lord Wenguan is truly a strange person. I remember when he entered the Lower Upper Realm, he was only at the Eighth Rank realm. At that time, I didn't favor him. I didn't expect that he actually obtained ten zhang of destiny!"

Wang Teng nodded and said: "This time, the Clan Destiny Kun and the Ancient Land were thanks to Lord Wenguan. Otherwise, it would be unthinkable."

"Oh." Wang Wu said in surprise: "How so?"

Just now, he was interrupted by the person teleported out, and he hadn't had time to ask Wang Teng about the specific situation of the Clan Destiny Kun and the Ancient Land in the Lower Upper Realm.

Wang Teng smiled proudly. His voice wasn't deliberately lowered, and those present who wanted to listen could all hear it.

On the Clan Destiny Kun, Lord Wenguan first composed an imagery poem "Ode to the Strong," and then with the extraordinary power "Momentum Roar," awakened tens of thousands of ancient human remnants, helping the Clan Destiny Kun strengthen its destiny.

"Drunk, I trim the lamp and look at the sword, dreaming of returning to the horn-blowing camp. Eight hundred miles divided among the subordinates to roast, fifty strings turn to the sound beyond the frontier, the autumn point of soldiers on the battlefield..."

"Good poem!"

Wang Wu praised.

"What does this count for?" Wang Teng puffed out his chest, high-spirited. Those who didn't know would think that this poem wasn't composed by Lv Fang, but by him.

Song of Righteousness!

Another imagery-level good poem.

Everyone chanted the Song of Righteousness together, strengthening the Clan Destiny Kun's destiny, and the demon-barbarians' Clan Destiny Kun was swallowed, falling down one by one.

Opening the Lower Upper Realm, Lord Wenguan obtained great destiny.

The traces of the God-Man race and the human "Sui" in the Ancient Land turned into thousands of bubble barriers. Ancient divine abilities, Lord Wenguan slaughtered the three great masters of the demon-barbarians by himself.

One thing after another was told, and each time it would cause applause and cheers.

Xiao Wanlin and his son both frowned and looked toward the entrance of the Lower Upper Realm.

Regardless, obtaining destiny was good.

Someone was teleported out again. It was Song Ce, and his destiny actually had a length of three feet.

Immediately after, the entrance to the Lower Upper Realm closed.

Xiao Wanlin was anxious. He stepped forward and said: "Why did the entrance close? Yunru hasn't come out yet!"

Xiao Qi was also excited and said: "Did something go wrong somewhere?"

Zhou Heng, the supervisor of the Imperial Observatory, shook his head: "People have all come out. Otherwise, the entrance wouldn't have closed."

"Impossible!" Xiao Wanlin's body swayed. Thanks to Xiao Qi's support, he didn't fall.

Not coming out meant that the person had died inside!

The Xiao family father and son, who had originally been happy, could no longer laugh.

Xiao Wanlin looked at Song Ce, who had come out last, with a gloomy face and said: "What did my eldest grandson Yunru encounter! How could he die?"

Song Ce shook his head: "When gathering to go to the Clan Destiny Kun, there was no sign of Young Master Xiao Yunru... I'm not too clear either."

"Please restrain your grief!" Zhou Heng, the supervisor of the Imperial Observatory, said: "Whether Xiao Yunru has died, you can go back and check his Longevity Talisman."

One sentence awakened the dreamer. Xiao Wanlin's figure swayed and disappeared from the spot.

Xiao Qi also followed closely behind.

"Brother, it's good that you're alright. Let's go back quickly. I've had people prepare a table of dishes you love."

Lv Ling happily pulled Lv Fang away.

Along the way, people were greeting and congratulating everywhere. With ten zhang of destiny, this Lord Wenguan was destined to have a bright future.

Watching Lv Fang leave, Song Ce walked toward a military official and said: "Father, your son didn't lose face for you."

Song Shuozhi nodded slightly, "Not bad. You were able to not fear the demon-barbarian alliance, go to strengthen the Clan Destiny Kun, and help the Northern Defense Army..."

Song Ce stammered: "Your son didn't go to the Clan Destiny Kun."

After Song Shuozhi figured out what was going on, he flicked his sleeves and left in anger, hating that iron wouldn't become steel: "You truly disappointed me too much!"

Zhang Shi pulled Song Ce's wrist and comforted: "Ce'er, you've already done very well. Your father is just too rigid. Come, go back with Mother, I'll have people..."

The bewitching voice of the god rang out: "Is she your mother? Your mother was already harmed to death by her when you were twelve."

Song Ce said angrily in his heart: "You can see my memories!"

God: "Of course I can see. I know everything about you. You are truly too pitiful. Do you remember your mother's dying words? Not letting you disobey Zhang Shi and your father, your mother was hinting to you..."

Song Ce: "My mother died of illness!"

God: "Do you believe that?"

Song Ce didn't respond, but walked past Zhang Shi with an ugly expression and left.

The first snow of winter drifted down, dyeing the Shangjing City silver-white.

The imperial grace was vast, specially bestowing Lord Wenguan ten thousand taels of gold, and ten large boxes of various silks and satins and East Sea jewelry.

Lord Wenguan's Mansion.

Living room.

"Young Master, so much gold and silver jewelry!"

Xiao Tao lay in front of the ten large boxes, grabbed a large handful of jewelry with both hands, her eyes shining brightly.

"Brother, I'll help you store these gold and silver jewelry first."

Lv Ling said with a smile.

Lv Fang was sitting at the table, carefully observing a map of Great Zhou. Upon hearing this, he looked up at Lv Ling and smiled, "Little sister can decide on these small matters."

"Lord Wenguan, congratulations, congratulations."

Before the person arrived, a sharp voice rang out from outside the courtyard.

Led by Steward Chen, He Zixuan walked into the hall with his fat body. Seeing the map at Lv Fang's hand, he smiled: "Lord Wenguan, what is this?"

Lv Fang smiled and said: "Choosing a fief. There are quite a lot of places, and I really can't make up my mind for a moment."

He Zixuan shook his head and said: "No rush for this. You can choose slowly. The matter you entrusted to me, I have already told my father, it might not work."

Lv Fang frowned. When he came out of the Lower Upper Realm, he specifically asked He Zixuan to talk to the Minister of Culture to see if the Great Zhou News could be popularized in all nineteen states.

He thought that such a thing shouldn't be much of a problem.

"Why?"

Lv Fang asked in confusion.

He Zixuan looked helpless: "Because of the expansion of the Barbarian Evil area in the northern frontier, the Zhenbei Army has expanded quite a bit. These all require military expenses. Added to the fact that the demon race in the southern frontier also has small movements, the Zhennan Army has also begun to expand..."

Lv Fang knew that the situation in the southern frontier was tense. Chen Ji also went to the southern frontier to join the army during the month he entered the Lower Upper Realm, and even left him a letter.

"That is to say, the national treasury doesn't have the ability to further expand the Great Zhou News?"

Lv Fang still asked it.

He Zixuan nodded: "Yes."

Lv Fang was silent. If the Great Zhou News wasn't popularized in the nineteen states, the scent of books he obtained would be much less. For him, this was definitely the worst news.

Although he obtained ten zhang of destiny in the Lower Upper Realm this time, no one knew how great the limitations of the Heavenly Dao would be when his realm improved in the future.

Only with more scent of books could he calmly deal with all the crises that would follow.