“The Nameless King’s descendant, Li Zhaoming?”
Jiang Wen frowned as he looked at the man.
He remembered Li Yunshang mentioning this name, suggesting he had some connection to the founding emperor of Da Gan.
However, she had spoken vaguely at the time, never revealing Li Zhaoming's exact identity.
Could he be an ancestor of the Da Gan's founding emperor?
Jiang Wen wondered silently.
"...If he really is, would killing him now affect later generations?"
Jiang Wen pondered this, ultimately deciding against it.
He couldn't predict how altering this would change the future.
Perhaps without a Da Gan founding emperor, another person named Li would emerge to overthrow Tai Cang.
Just then, the sound of bells echoed from afar.
Looking towards the main peak of Shennong, colorful auspicious clouds swirled like a funnel.
“I don’t know why, but Xue seems to think highly of you.
Do you perhaps have some secret? Why don’t you tell me? I’ll make you happy.”
Amidst the continuous cheers, the various major sects of Tai Cang arrived one after another.
The crowd offered their thanks, then rose to make way.
Accompanied by the dance of countless flower petals, a long red velvet carpet unrolled from outside the mountain gate.
The cultivators fell silent upon hearing this.
“He is truly divinely martial,” Luo Ji sighed.
“If I possessed even half of the Holy King’s ability, perhaps the Luo people wouldn’t have suffered this calamity.”
“Stop it,” Xue's voice echoed from afar.
Her eyes were icy, her brows sharp like swords.
He hadn't expected that the Zixiao Palace was already a major sect among the hundred schools during the Tai Cang era.
It had only declined by the time of Da Gan, leading to the imprisonment of even True Person Tai Xuan.
Truly, the affairs of the world are unpredictable.
After they spoke for a while, Jiang Wenji exchanged greetings with the leaders of the various sects.
“Benefactor, is that the Holy King?” Luo Ji leaned in, whispering softly into Jiang Wen’s ear.
The cultivators present watched this scene, not daring to intervene casually.
After all, Jiang Nian's strength was considerable, and ordinary cultivators wouldn't dare provoke her.
The surrounding disciples discussed among themselves, as everyone was familiar with the righteous sect, Zixiao Palace.
Not everyone has the fortune to be teased by such a beautiful woman; it could be considered a blessing.
A divine being arrived riding a phoenix, descending between heaven and earth.
Luo Ji muttered to herself, while Jiang Wen noticed someone striding out from the cultivators.
“Three-Eyed Divine Power? No, the Zixiao Palace shouldn't have Three-Eyed Divine Power.
Could it be something else?” Jiang Wen thought to himself, looking at the burly Daoist.
Truly, it was a scene of: Eastern noble, clouds scattering colors, stepping through the void.
Heavenly soldiers held flags and banners, or grasped spears and halberds, or stepped on the Eight Trigrams divine tortoise, or held the Three Heavens Fire Seal.
Dragons and tigers guarded, bells and drums intermingled, flowing light shimmered, directly approaching the Daoist site.
Creating various Dharma sounds, resonating through the empty realm.
The Three Realms all swayed, the sound of bells reverberating.
“The Heavenly King is still divinely martial.”
Within it, divine light overflowed, and golden lotuses grew in abundance.
It was truly a scene of immortal grandeur, with immortals floating down.
It was said that the Zixiao Palace's fire-based Daoist arts were extraordinary, and the sect even possessed a secret and profound method of refining demons.
Rumor had it that cultivating this secret manual to an unfathomable level could refine all the demons in the world, turning them into one's own use, which was truly terrifying.
“Truly, today is different from the past.”
He hadn't expected that she would still be the same as before, without the slightest change.
Then, he walked towards the Shennong Hall.
“Zixiao Palace's Taihao brings his disciples, answering the Heavenly King's invitation to discuss the refinement of martial arts!”
Jiang Wen felt sleepy as he listened, not particularly interested in what everyone was discussing, such as the Tai Cang Double Saints, the Heavenly Abyss Five Heroes, and so on.
The hundred schools of cultivators all respectfully welcomed, the Shennong presented, and all beings lowered their eyes.
A person walked out from the phoenix carriage, divine light flashing, surveying all directions.
“Rise,” Jiang Wenji’s voice came faintly.
Her fingers brushed Luo Ji's rosy lips, causing Luo Ji to be somewhat stunned.
Moreover, the sword intent contained within that body was too sharp, even Jiang Wen found it formidable.
Beneath the myriad rays of dawn, Xue stood beside Jiang Wen.
She spoke neither too fast nor too slow, her eyes sweeping across all directions.
She paused slightly when she saw one place, then retracted her gaze.
He was deeply impressed by the young girl, having heard that she was a descendant of the Ming King clan.
“Good,” Jiang Wen said, watching Taihao of the Zixiao Palace and Zong Yue of the Myriad Sword Sect exchange salutations, unable to help but find it amusing.
He hadn't heard of the Myriad Sword Sect in later generations, but now it arrived with such grandeur, it must have been a major immortal sect of Tai Cang.
What exactly happened later that led to the decline of the Myriad Sword Sect?
“Looking at Zong Yue's appearance, she should be mainly a sword cultivator.”
“It’s been hundreds of years, Zong Yue is still the same as ever.”
The leading woman carried a sword with a smile, cupping her hands in salute.
However, Jiang Nian didn't listen to Xue's words, but instead boldly reached out, wanting to open Jiang Wen's clothes.
Jiang Wen's gaze fell upon the crowd from the Myriad Sword Sect, and the white-haired girl stood out in particular.
“Didn’t Xue tell you? We are now on the same united front,” Jiang Wen said calmly, looking at the Saintess of the Holy Fire Sect.
“She is just a Saintess of a tribe, don’t make things difficult for her.”
…
A deep congratulatory voice was heard, and everyone looked over.
“Where is Xue now?”
“Oh, my, oh, my, let me see who this is.
Such a lovely person, whose family do you belong to?”
Taihao of the Zixiao Palace wore a Daoist robe as fiery as flames, with a tiger-like back and a bear-like waist, his eyes like blazing suns.
A closed slit was in the middle of his forehead, like a third eye.
“You…” Jiang Wen was about to say something when he heard a phoenix cry.
“This…” Jiang Wen felt that Jiang Nian was going too far, wondering if he should stop her.
Years ago, when Jiang Wenji traveled, it was also with a dragon-horse carriage and a red carpet laid on the ground.
Jiang Wen looked at the grand scene, feeling somewhat nostalgic.
What's more… The crowd looked at each other, their eyes revealing envy.
“Thank you, Heavenly King.”
Becoming the Holy Son of the Holy Fire Sect was something that any cultivator in the world would seek.
Although the Holy Fire Sect had a bad reputation, it was still a major sect in Nanqi.
Jiang Wen and Luo Ji also reunited, watching disciples from various sects enter through the mountain gate.
“Hmph, fine,” the Holy Fire Sect Saintess conceded, then looked at Jiang Wen and said.
“My name is Jiang Nian, and I can be considered someone who shares your aspirations.”
“Oh dear, oh dear, I like him so much.
Xue, why don’t you give him to me?" Jiang Nian put her arm around Jiang Wen’s shoulder, looking at Xue in the distance with a smile.
“I’ll take him back to the Holy Fire Sect and make him my Holy Fire Sect's Holy Son.”
The sky was filled with cultivators like stars, and the True People closed their eyes like gods and Buddhas.
“I didn’t expect that after just getting rid of a Jiang clan woman, you’ve found such a beauty; your taste is truly good.
Why don’t you give her to me, and I won’t go looking for Jiang Rong’s trouble anymore?”
Until a burst of chimes and bells rang out.
“Greetings, Heavenly King!”
Jiang Wen was somewhat helpless; he hadn't expected Jiang Wenji's compassionate nature to be so different, which truly surprised him.
Jiang Wen was in the crowd, watching Jiang Wenji walk to Zong Yue of the Myriad Sword Sect, speaking to her with a smile.
“Yes,” Jiang Wen replied without thinking.
Stepping onto the ground and entering the gate symbolizes the ambition of great virtue carrying all things.
“The Heavenly King arrives, all laws submit! Welcome!”
“Zong Yue of the Myriad Sword Sect brings her disciples, answering the Heavenly King's invitation to discuss the refinement of martial arts.”
The man's words startled Luo Ji, and she quickly hid behind Jiang Wen, not daring to show her face.
“I haven’t seen her either,” Jiang Wen sighed.
Flying is not allowed in front of the Shennong Hall, as a matter of courtesy.
Before everyone could finish speaking, a group of cultivators dressed in white walked over.
Hearing Jiang Wen's words, Jiang Nian had a mysterious smile on her face.
Her fingers gently stroked Jiang Wen's face, as if she had thought of something good.
As long as you don't do anything that harms heaven and reason, teasing others is a trivial matter.
A jade hand pinched Jiang Nian's wrist, saying.
“Don’t go too far.”
