I Have Countless Past-life Identities-Chapter 49 - 47: Seventeen Named on the Pilgrimage Stele, Jiao Dragon Spirit Blood, Sacrificial Officer on High Alert!
Great Zhao’s Treasure of Mountains and Rivers List, using the divine technique ’Illusory and Real World’, projects the young champions from various states and prefectures into one of the three sacred places of the Divine Capital, the military sacred land, the Martial Temple.
And as one walks past the Eight Hundred Dao Ladder,
the vast, colossal sacred monument comes into view in front of Song Chai Xin!
[Great Zhao established its kingdom with this Pilgrimage Stele, recording all the heroes of the world.]
[Among those who have walked the Ancient Path of Reception in recent times, there are seventeen in total.]
Line after line of shimmering, brief inscriptions attract one’s attention.
At this moment, Song Chai Xin looked to his sides.
He saw, among the people not far from him,
some wearing blue scholar robes, tall and slender;
some carrying sword boxes, their aura reaching the skies;
some female cultivators appearing like glass, brilliant like jewels;
some exuding sharp blade aura, seeming as if it overflowed from their marrow, intensifying the pressure on others...
Shadows cast ’thunk thunk’ echoing footsteps,
standing at the four corners, like him, all eyes fixed on this Pilgrimage Stele.
As the ancient path behind closed, the spiritual energy no longer dispersed.
Finally, the huge monument before them vibrated, the names from decades past dimmed one by one, replaced by seventeen young Celestial Prides who came from the expansive states and prefectures of Great Zhao, enduring trials to reach this place...
From their holds or the ’Champion Golden Volume’ they carried, suddenly transformed into a streak of golden light, shattering the dim space-time, like seventeen meteors, crashing onto the Pilgrimage Stele!
Then,
seventeen new names, inscribed as if carved by sword and axe, engraved in it!
"Divine Capital, Taian District Champion Wang Xuanyi, Tongyou Profound Body."
"Divine Capital, Changle District Champion Lu Miaomiao, Weak Water Profound Embryo."
"Tongye State, Ten Extremes Mansion Champion Ye Zhan, Gang Dao Xuan Body."
"Baoping State, Baoping Mansion Champion Ye Huai, Profound Truth Pupil."
"..."
"Baoping State, Wutong Prefecture Champion Song Chai Xin, Jiao Dragon Spirit Blood!"
"The above seventeen, earning the title of prefecture champion, have crossed the Ancient Path of Reception, able to enter the Great Zhao Martial Temple, gaining the favor of fortune, seeking the inheritance of heroic spirits!"
The majestic, declarative Dao sound echoed in this illusory world.
The vast Divine Capital, nestled among gates and esteemed families like hidden dragons and crouching tigers, divides into Twelve Districts, unlike the outer world where one prefecture produces one champion, under the feet of the Emperor in the Divine Capital, a champion from any district can pay respects to the Martial Temple.
The facts prove that each year from the Divine Capital, three to five Celestial Prides can cross the Ancient Path of Reception, paying respects to the Martial Temple.
As the speech slowly concluded,
the majestic palace before them abruptly opened!
Then, to either side, nearly a hundred statues several zhang tall, lifelike in gold and copper, extended consecutively, into the depths.
There were sword wielders, some holding blades, divine techniques emanating from every inch, each a standout in the third step, or even greater!
Great Zhao Martial Temple.
Only those with the rank of ’Sealed Nobleman’ or higher in the past few decades, can enjoy a gold-image statue, receiving the tribute of fortune incense offerings.
Such figures, throughout Great Zhao, total only about a hundred!
As the doors of the Martial Temple opened,
Song Chai Xin looked up.
He saw seven statues standing at the end, each with distinct grace, seemingly each a leader among these sealed nobleman, holding precedence.
At the forefront of that end, Song Chai Xin could not clearly see the face and manner of the leading figure.
But just by the placement of his hands on the sword, pressing onto the ground, wearing a Chains Prison-Suppression Robe, left sleeve featuring a dragon’s head, right shoulder weighed with a phoenix corpse, his whole being exuded wild and wanton energy, unknowingly...
Song Chai Xin abruptly felt his heart constrict, seemingly sensing something, and the next moment, he instinctively wanted to move steps forward, inadvertently approaching it.
However, at this moment, an abrupt change occurred.
A sound, akin to a thunderclap, with a tone of surprise and uncertainty, slowly echoed throughout this Martial Temple world.
"Jiao Dragon Spirit Blood, Jing River Dragon Court?!"
"Northwest land, Great Zhao Dragon Vein, all convene at Jing River, although it’s merely Jiao Dragon Spirit Blood, it’s something no human physical body can control!"
"How could Wutong Prefecture allow a Jiao-blooded one into the Martial Temple sanctum, if favored by any respected statue, obtaining inheritance, wouldn’t it mean aiding the enemy?!"
A figure with a serious expression on his brow, clad in purple attire, tears space apart in a place unseen by these leaders, causing ripples of fluctuation, and steps in from outside the Martial Temple.
In the Great Zhao Official Mansion, the First-Grade Gold-Pressed Robe, Second to Fourth Grade Crimson and Purple Robes, Fifth to Seventh Grade Scarlet Robes, and Eighth to Ninth Grade Green Robes.
This person...
Turns out to be a prominent figure above the fourth grade!
In an instant, it provokes the leaders who are worshipping the Martial Temple, simultaneously furrowing their brows and drawing their swords, as they look towards this place.
"It’s Martial Temple Sacrificial Officer Ge Xiu, isn’t he a fourth-grade chief official, overseeing this Martial Temple selection, even he is alarmed?"
"Flood Dragon Spirit Blood, Half-Demon body..." One leader murmurs, not expecting that the first visit to the Martial Temple would witness such a twist.
"Is he from Baoping State?" Ye Huai, from Baoping State like Song Chai Xin, clad in a blue robe, cannot help focusing his gaze on that young man.
Meanwhile,
From the Divine Capital’s Changle District, born into a wealthy family, Lu Miaomiao, who also has a tributor from a marquis family in the Martial Temple, wearing a glazed blue robe, narrows her beautiful eyes as she looks at Song Chai Xin:
"Remote Baoping State, Wutong Prefecture... What about Jiang Yi?"
"He traveled thousands of miles from the Divine Capital, returning to his ancestral home, just to compete for Martial Arts Leader, then to rely on his bloodline to inherit some residual prestige of his ancestor, with his strength, how could anything go wrong?"
The woman murmurs to herself, recalling the young man who refused to marry into her family, while looking at Song Chai Xin, she lightly furrows her brows:
"Did he not defeat this dragon blood youth?"
All the Celestial Prides present, their minds stirring.
Meanwhile, Ge Xiu, in his Sacrificial Officer purple attire, has already stepped from the real Martial Temple into this illusory world, intending to detain Song Chai Xin for questioning.
However, just as he raises his palm, intending to use divine techniques to seize Song Chai Xin,
With the opening of the Martial Temple’s door, ’Boom’, the soldierly and heroic spirit from this Great Zhao treasure land directly repels him, causing him to retreat several steps!
[Before the Martial Temple’s door, weapons must not be recklessly wielded!]
Words appear in the void, woven from laws, iron-blooded and ruthless, serving only order, even a fourth-step high figure cannot shake them.
Instantly, Ge Xiu’s expression changes:
"Rules are dead, people are alive."
"Martial Temple heroic soul, I, the Great Zhao Martial Temple Sacrificial Officer, if a demon spy mixes in, it may cause unrest, can even I not intervene to investigate?"
As his words leave his mouth, the words remain indifferent:
[Within the Martial Temple hall, nearly a hundred high figures have a trace of divine thought entrusted here, if asked where in the entire Great Zhao is best at demon hunting and slaying, it is only this place!]
[This child with half-human, half-Flood Dragon blood, can enter Wutong Prefecture leader’s name, worship the Martial Temple, conforming to the rules.]
[Merely a newcomer who has just verified the Vajra, whose foundation is unstable, why be so astonished.]
[All leaders, enter the Martial Temple!]
Rumbling!!
As the last line of words appears.
Nearly a hundred statue-like figures simultaneously don a layer of golden light, as if a divine thought descends within.
The seventeen leaders, though inwardly shocked, and frequently casting glances at Song Chai Xin, do not stop their steps.
Even when Martial Temple Sacrificial Officer Ge Xiu, because of the insertion with demon blood, has an intelligence clash with the Martial Temple’s will.
But this is merely a minor episode.
They came today to inherit the ’heroic spirit legacy’, that is the main focus!
Ge Xiu, being in his position, must act accordingly, otherwise, if an incident occurs, he cannot shirk his responsibility.
As for the rest, the Martial Temple’s will does not care, what relation have they with it!
At most, there would be a hint of different color in their gaze.
For no rhyme or reason, who would strike idly?
Watching the figures striding forward, stepping in.
This Sacrificial Officer, in a vermilion and purple robe, looks disgruntled, turns away from the Martial Temple, and in the Sacrificial Wine Mansion, just outside, he retrieves a token and summons three thoughts to descend!
They are,
Master of Northwest Aquarius State, Baoping Guardian Demon Hunter General, and a trace of divine thought of Great Zhao Dragon-slaying Marquis!
Prefecture leader, originally projected into the Martial Temple, such occurrences happen every few years, not considered major events, nor enough to escalate to the distinguished officials of the court.
But... as Martial Temple Sacrificial Officer, Ge Xiu cannot sit idly by.
He must thoroughly investigate this person’s background before he leaves the Martial Temple!
