A life of clearness

Chapter 62 Ugly Child
"In the Ji Dynasty of the North, the class system is clear, and status is determined by bloodline and cultivation. All the members of the Ji family can practice cultivation, and the court officials they lead are also cultivators, and they are not ordinary cultivators. There are many cultivators in the Jindan and Yuanying stages. In order to ensure that the younger generations of the family are born with spiritual roots, they only give birth to offspring with women with spiritual roots, or let men with spiritual roots marry into the family. After being passed down from generation to generation, many aristocratic families have developed. They have descendants with stable bloodlines, among which the royal Ji family is the most. In the history of the Ji family, there have been many cultivators who have reached the God Transformation stage. The dynasty under their leadership has become increasingly powerful, and the oppression has made it almost impossible for the sects to stand."

"Speaking of the Divine Transformation cultivators of the Ji family, the most famous one should be Grand Emperor Ji Wuwang. He is the strongest Divine Transformation cultivator of the Ji family and brought the strength of the Ji Dynasty to its peak. Even after he abdicated, he was still honored as Grand Emperor. This place is called Wuwang Mountain, and the inscriptions on the mountain wall also have relevant information. I think this place has a close relationship with Ji Wuwang."

"Later, after Ji Wuwang abdicated, even though there were still some Divine Transformation cultivators among the younger generation of the Ji family, they were far inferior to Ji Wuwang's natural talent. Despite this, with the Divine Transformation cultivator in charge, the rule of the Ji Dynasty remained stable. Until the throne was passed to the last emperor, when he was in power, a beauty unparalleled in the world appeared. Because this beauty was so beautiful, her parents named her Chou'er to avoid the jealousy of the gods and let her die prematurely. And Chou'er lived up to her beauty. When she grew up, she became the imperial concubine and the most beloved woman of the last emperor. She was even given the surname Ji as her title.

When the last emperor was in power, he indulged in extravagance and lust, and this mirror stand is a good example. At that time, a game was popular in the palace. The nobles sat in the pavilion and asked the palace maids to sing while holding palace lanterns and walking through the maze. If they walked three steps forward, they had to take two steps back. The wooden clogs under their feet were engraved with flower prints, and as they walked, the perfume powder they stepped on bloomed with every step. The palace maid who walked out of the maze first and met the noble could get a precious reward. The treasures that ordinary monks fought for could be appreciated as the nobles wished. This mirror stand, which consumed a lot of resources and was refined into a treasure of the spiritual level, was just for enjoyment. "As he spoke, Rong Qing couldn't help but be amazed. "Sima Twenty-Eight is not the real owner of this mirror stand, so he is not very clear about some of the small settings. "

So he placed Dugu Zhi and Zhong Xiu in the pavilion. Although he thought that there was enough spiritual energy to keep them alive, judging from the final result, Sima Ershiba still made a mistake.

Most of the palace maids have some cultivation, but it is only at the level of Qi training and foundation building. So when Rong Qing thought of this rumor, she wondered how it could be so difficult. In fact, the nobleman in the center of the pavilion can control the path, reduce the difficulty, and operate in secret... Maybe it could be two noblemen who are hostile to each other, chatting and laughing, silently calculating the changes in the path, and casually throwing out spiritual stones and fruits, etc., to compete for which palace maid will arrive first.

"And the owner of the mirror stand is, of course, a noble lady in the palace in the past. The Ji Dynasty has been destroyed for a long time, and the Ji bloodline has been cut off. If I really have to say who is the most likely one, after much thought, I think Her Highness Princess Ji Chou'er is the most likely one. Because she was born a commoner, she does not have any bloodline from any aristocratic family, and she has no connection with the Ji bloodline at all. The most important thing is that she has no spiritual roots and is a mortal. As a mortal, she has the honorable position of a royal concubine and may even give birth to an imperial heir. There is a saying in later generations that the last emperor did this, and that such a ridiculous act was a sign of the demise of the Ji Dynasty. I think this statement is ridiculous, what do you think, senior?" Rong Qing raised her eyes and looked straight at the female cultivator who had transformed into a god.

The black-robed woman's eyes curved, and she nodded with a smile, "It's indeed absurd." Her voice was soft, and the ending sound was sweet, which made people feel numb. "The fall of the Ji Dynasty was a decision made by the Sword Master. Provoking the Sword Sect should have this disaster. If there is any fault, it is not my fault."

Huh? Rong Qing's eyes flashed. From what Concubine Ji said, it seemed that she didn't have much hatred towards Liuguang Sword Sect. And more importantly, Concubine Ji, who was said to be beautiful but a mortal, now not only had cultivation, but also had the cultivation of a spirit!
Is the rumor false, or does she have another opportunity?

If it was a chance, it would be too scary...

She unconsciously rubbed the edge of the wheelchair backrest. If there really was a way to allow mortals to produce spiritual roots, she would do whatever it took to obtain it.

Zhong Xiu is a truly mortal, which means that the length of her life is limited.

Although there are many methods of making elixirs that can prolong life in the cultivation world, one must be a cultivator to use them.

Rong Qing didn't want Zhong Xiu to be by her side for only a few decades. If Rong Qing herself were still a mortal, she could accept it. But now she is not, so she can't stand it no matter what. The next few hundred years, or even longer... will be days without Zhong Xiu.

"So, you are indeed Her Royal Highness the Imperial Concubine." Rong Qing saw the black-robed woman nodded in a good-natured manner, and then asked, "Then may I ask you, why did you come here?"

Rong Qing looked at Sima Erba... The 49 Nascent Soul cultivators were a team, and they seemed to be specially sent to crack the escape method of their Hades lineage. No matter how much the three masters and apprentices burned their cultivation, it was only a matter of time before they were defeated.

But that’s what’s so weird about this.

Concubine Ji seemed to be very familiar with the techniques of the three of them, and the arrangements she made also ensured that they could not escape. Considering this strange Wuwang Mountain... The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind! This was the only thing Rong Qing could think of.

Sima Erba and his companions were not well-known in the cultivation world, but their skills and treasures were extraordinary. They plundered the vitality of mortals and used Wuwang Mountain to convert it into death energy to feed their own cultivation. Until the leading cultivator Sima Erba successfully formed a fetus, Concubine Ji led many fetuses to uproot them. In this chain, Baishi Temple seemed to be just an additional target, but it was certain that Rong Qing was the only variable so far.

Because...her background.

"Of course, we have to get rid of the unworthy disciples." Concubine Ji lowered her eyes and looked at Sima 28 who was still struggling. Yan Shuang and Zhong Qiu had burned out their cultivation and turned into mummies, but Sima 28, who had the deepest cultivation, was still making his last struggle.

That is the instinct of most people. Even if they are in a desperate situation, they will still struggle until the last moment to wait for the hope that will never appear.

"Who are you?" Sima Twenty-Ba roared angrily.

He had no choice but to accept his fate as he was not as good as others and was eaten by the weak. He was the enforcer of this iron rule. Now, it was karma and he was being eaten by others. But where did the disciple's words come from?

"Your original surname was Ma, and you should be called Ma Erba. Your so-called family elders were just palace slaves who raised Zhuoyu for the Ji family. After the fall of the dynasty, they changed their surname to Sima. If it weren't for this cause and effect, how could I choose you and allow you to come and go freely in the Wuwang Mountain, the holy land of the dynasty, and give you skills and treasures." Princess Ji stood on the head of the dead phoenix, looking down at Sima Erba who was in a frenzy. "Since you are my Hades bloodline, you are naturally my disciple. You should be content. You should know that with the weak bloodline of your Ma family, you can't become a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Sima Erba, who was originally frantic, suddenly calmed down. He laughed softly, "I boasted of my extraordinary fortune in vain, but it turns out that everything I did was just to help others."

He seemed to have given up. He was silent for a few breaths. His cultivation level dissipated and his realm kept falling... Dan formation, foundation building, Qi training. The snow-white mask on his head had many cracks and was about to shatter into powder in the next moment. Sima Erba suddenly turned his head and looked at Rong Qing in the mirror: "If I die, you will be the next one."

What he said is...good.

Rong Qing knew that Sima Erba was trying to persuade her to take action. However, the difference in strength between the two sides was also obvious.

She was able to fight against the Nascent Soul because, firstly, she had many resources to assist her, and secondly, Sima Ershiba had just formed a Nascent Soul, and her foundation was not as good as that of a normal Nascent Soul cultivator. But Princess Ji had 49 Nascent Souls under her command, not to mention that Princess Ji herself was a Spiritualization cultivator. They were not at the same level of combat power at all... so she needed to ask.

"I wonder what Her Royal Highness wants to do to us after this person dies?"

"What do you think I should do?" Princess Ji threw the question back without changing her expression.

"I am a nobody. The two mortals around me are worthless. I beg you to let us go." Rong Qing took out a small storage bag from her sleeve, bowed and placed it in her palm. "It contains spiritual stones, elixirs and other things. If Her Royal Highness does not mind, please accept my little gift. After I leave, I have many more collections that I want to present to Her Royal Highness."

Princess Ji's eyebrows suddenly showed a smile, and the smile under the veil must be absolutely beautiful. "You are not an unknown person. Although I don't recognize you, I recognize the robes on your body. Even if your cultivation is not good, your status in Liuguang Sword Sect must be extraordinary."

Then he looked at Sima Erba's body that suddenly froze, "So you don't have to plan to encourage her. She has a backer, but you don't."

Sima Erba stopped talking. No one knew what he was thinking at the end of his life. He might have thought of self-destructing his Nascent Soul, but the forty-nine Nascent Soul cultivators knew all too well the various changes that might occur in this process, so they used a terrifying meticulousness to chip away at Sima Erba's realm layer by layer.

Rong Qing felt Zhong Xiu's body trembling uncontrollably as he leaned against her. She kept her posture of bowing and squeezed Zhong Xiu's hand. Her eyes were fixed on Sima Erba's final fall.

This situation is very strange.

The white mask that was supposed to be a symbol of his power should have completely shattered with his death. Unexpectedly, the mask on his face seemed to have a huge mouth on its back, which continuously absorbed Sima Erba's flesh and blood from the head... There was even a faint chewing sound.

Head, neck, shoulders, chest... all the way to the feet. His clothes fell off, and his flesh and blood had been completely devoured by the mask.

The scene was so weird that even Rong Qing felt uncomfortable, let alone Zhong Xiu.

Princess Ji waved her hand. The pure white mask, which had been restored to its original state and even more sinister, fell into her palm like a young swallow returning to the forest. The forty-nine Nascent Soul cultivators also quickly and neatly put away the formation plates and returned to Princess Ji's back.

This true Hades lineage in front of her had strange skills, but acted calmly and efficiently. Rong Qing's eyes flashed. Since Concubine Ji recognized that she was from the Liuguang Sword Sect, it seemed that she should never let Rong Qing leave safely. But thinking back to the previous conversation with Concubine Ji, Concubine Ji did not seem to have any intention of killing her.

Rong Qing took a deep breath. "I am indeed from the Liuguang Sword Sect, and am a descendant of Sword Master Ji Ming. The Sword Sect Master and Sword Master Chongji are my senior brothers."

Not to mention the exclamations from the forty-nine Nascent Soul cultivators, even Empress Ji, a Divine Transformation cultivator, was startled when she heard this. Her eyes suddenly became deep and profound, and she murmured, "Master Ji Ming..."

Considering the profound origin of the Ji Ming Sword Master destroying the Ji Dynasty with one sword, it is not surprising that this group of cultivators who seem to be the descendants of the Ji Dynasty would react in this way. Rong Qing maintained the respectful attitude that should be shown to the great senior of the Divine Transformation Realm, but the small seal in his Dantian began to rise and fall quietly.

(End of this chapter)