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“Wang Xu, you dare to interfere in my matters. Do not think that you can be impudent to my face just because the Great King values you.”
Elai showed a sinister expression as she glared at Wang Xu.
Guiguzi was unfazed. She carried Qi Lin in one hand and calmly said: “Lord Elai, since this child has already passed the bronze pillar and shown he is not a weakling, I feel he shows promise to be a banner bearer in this Ten Thousand Beasts Unbounded Banner.”
“This weakling who does not even have Heavenly Spirit True Qi?” Elai refused to admit in her heart that she would ever acknowledge a man.
“You should understand how important this Ten Thousand Beasts Unbounded Banner is. A guardian without Heavenly Spirit is not necessary here.”
“I can make him reach Qi Refinement Ninth Deva in one month.” Wang Xu flatly answered.
“One month? From Qi Refinement Sixth Deva to Ninth Deva?”
The disciples of the barbarian tribes were all flabbergasted. This was already beyond swift, this was lightning speed. “Good, good, Wang Tingchan, I will inform the Great King of what happened today. If when the time comes you delay the Great King’s matters, you will have to prepare to be executed by five carts, Guiguzi Wang Xu.”
“Many thanks to Lord Elai for the kindness.” Wang Tingchan slightly nodded. Her eyes were completely white, more blank than a sheet of paper, no emotion to be seen in them.
Every time she saw this pair of white eyes, this woman who always indifferently looked through life and death, Elai felt very uncomfortable, for it was like she was a lower class person in front of Guiguzi.
“Hmph.”
Guiguzi Wang Xu grabbed Qi Lin’s legs. The leylines under her moved, and she instantly vanished without a trace. This abnormal escape technique left everyone stupefied.
Elai was very unhappy. This was the first execution that left her unsatisfied.
The woman walked in front of everyone. Looking over these young barbarian tribe men and women, she suddenly felt bored, “You, come forth.”
Shang Yangjun was taken aback. She stepped forward.
Shang Shiwu was worried beyond compare when he saw her get called, and he also inwardly cursed that wolf child had surprisingly survived. However, he did not dare make a noise. Everyone thought that Elai would vent her anger on someone else, yet Elai was not interested in this. “What is your name?”
“Shang Yangjun of the Pixiu Tribe.” Shang Yangjun answered.
“How old are you?”
“Sixteen.”
“Not bad, to already have Qi Refinement Eighth Deva at such an unexpectedly young age.” Elai nodded in satisfaction. She casually asked: “Why did the Pixiu Tribe not appoint you the guardian?” The woman stared at Shang Yangjun, pressure flowing from her gaze.
Her question was also the subject of curiosity for the other disciples. Shang Yangjun could be said to be the most preeminent out of everyone, but that she would surprisingly lose to a Qi Refinement Sixth Deva cultivator made everyone feel disbelief.
Shang Yangjun’s chest felt cramped. She replied with difficulty: “Yangjung’s powers were no match and were defeated in battle.”
“As it turns out, that man indeed has some interesting powers.” Elai was pensive: “Alright, I will hand the Shang Moose Tribe’s banner to you to bear!”
Shang Yangjun was taken aback. She bowed: “Yangjun obeys.”
“Very well. Do not lose to him. In the future, I will have you face him again.” Elai nodded, then swept her gaze over everyone: “I will teach you all very well. The Yin Shang will use various methods to assist your cultivation. Any guardian who fails to reach Qi Refinement Ninth Deva within a month will be beheaded! Understand?”
Qi Refinement Ninth Deva? One month?
If not for the fact they heard it with their own ears, everyone would have thought they had misheard.
In the tribes, reaching Ninth Deva required two decades, at least.
Shang Shiwu swept away the terror from before. He was endlessly excited, completely forgetting that those who failed would be executed.
“As you command.”
“Very good.”
…
Qi Lin slowly regained consciousness. He noticed he was already soaking in a pool, the fluid of which was like congealed fat.1
He was in a spacious room, and he did not see any guards at all.
Qi Lin looked down at the pool’s surface, at the congealed fat; he was not bound whatsoever. He rose very easily, and as he did, that solidified substance fell away in chunks, rapidly melting away like ice. He walked out of the pool, but the moment his foot touched the floor, an acute pain shot from the sole of his foot right to his brain, an excruciating agony.
The pain made Qi Lin grit his teeth.
“Your feet are not yet completely healed. You must rest more, do not be impulsive.” A calm voice came from the side.
Qi Lin raised his head and spotted in front of him a long-haired woman leaning against a window. Her hair reached the ground, flowing like a river. She wore a black ancient-style palace dress. The woman’s fingers thumbed through a book. Upon hearing Qi Lin awaken, she made a flat warning.
Qi Lin gradually recovered his senses. Only then did he recall that he had undergone the bronze pillar punishment, that he used the Dual Modes Seal and profound True Qi to barely manage fifty steps, but the soles of his feet seem to have been seared to a crisp, his flesh nearly burned away.
“Many thanks for the assistance, Senior.” Qi Lin still remembered that Elai had surprisingly even used killing intent at the end to sever his ankle. This woman was honestly too malicious.
“No need to thank me, this is something you deserve.” Wang Xu read the book in her hands, not turning her gaze.
Qi Lin sat on the ground with difficulty, where he finally noticed that he was not wearing any clothes. He looked that the soles of his feet, which had sturdy bones, flesh and still showed signs of development. All of his muscles seemed to have undergone tempering and were incomparably comfortable.
“I have already made an arrangement with Elai. You are to follow my instruction now.” Wang Xu closed the book and gracefully walked over.
Qi Lin then noticed she was beautiful like she was crafted by the heavens. She had a slender brow and phoenix eyes, but those pupils were a surprising white, clearer than snow, colder than frost. All things seemed to pale before these white eyes.
“Your Servant will not disappoint Senior.” Qi Lin vowed earnestly.
“Of course, you have already formed the Heavenly meridian bridge in your body. Elai has eyes, yet she is unable to see. To enter Qi Refinement Seventh Deva will be very easy, and then you can reach Eighth Deva.” Guiguzi had already seen through Qi Lin when she helped patch his wounds.
“Your Servant Shang Xuan still does not know Senior’s name.” Qi Lin asked.
“I am Wang Xu. They also call me Guiguizi.” The woman flatly said.
It really was her.
Qi Lin could hardly conceal the shock in his eyes as he gazed at the woman. Guiguzi was the progenitor of the School Of Diplomacy, one who was all-knowing and beyond compare. Several millennia later, the School Of The Military honored him as a soldier-saint, the School Of Diplomacy honored him as their founder, fortune-tellers and diviners honored him as their primogenitor while Daoists held him in the same regard as Laozi and Buddhists named him Chan Master Wang. Qi Lin did not think he would meet her here in Zhaoge. However, he had heard that Wang Xu had founded the world’s first military academy at Cloud Dream Mountain near Zhaoge.
“You seem to know my name?” Guiguzi felt this was strange.
“I heard of Senior’s fame. They say that even King Zhou treats you as a master.” Qi Lin said.
“Where the sun and celestial bodies weft, they are in the hand. Know the past, see the future, and everything I say comes to pass. King Zhou treats me as a master, but that is for the purpose of foreseeing Destiny. You had best give up on these thoughts.” Wang Xu’s expression was elegant as she looked quietly at Qi Lin.
“Your Servant does not dare.” Qi Lin nodded.
“En, mend your wounds first. I will impart to you first the Qimen arts.”2 Guiguzi looked at Qi Lin’s naked body as if it was nothing. Although she was blind, a Divine Name was perfectly capable of sensing all details within a hundred meter radius.
Even the frequency of a mosquito’s wingbeats could be clearly discerned.
Guiguzi poked Qi Lin with her finger, pushing him back into the pool. She took out a jade bottle, and gently bored some white powder into the pool. Very qucikly, Qi Lin felt the pool froth with life itself and endlessly burrow into his pores, an enormously comfortable feeling.
Qi Lin shut his eyes and activated a soul technique, quietly cultivating and recovering.
Wang Xu lowered her gaze, a strange glint flickering across her eyes.
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