The Snowdrift Palace's banquet lasted all the way until late at night. It was late at night, and the sky was filled with stars. Yichuan and his wife were currently returning with their infant.
"Woo!" Ning groggily opened his little eyes, only to see a sky filled with stars.
Ah!
I fell asleep, I actually fell asleep halfway through!
It was such a wonderful performance. The musicians in the hall played the pan, bell, xun, and other musical instruments. The barefooted fur-clad girls danced freely. It was a completely different style from Earth. It was really beautiful. Unfortunately, he was a baby. He was really sleepy halfway through the performance and fell asleep.
"Yichuan." Snow said as she walked, her voice filled with anger." You said at the banquet that you wanted our son to snatch the golden sword? Don't you know how difficult it is?"
"I was able to do it back then." Yichuan frowned.
"You are the number one expert of the Ji clan of the West Prefecture. You were able to do it when you were young, but how many of your Ji clan of the West Prefecture have existed for a thousand years like you?”Snow was enraged. She was usually very gentle, but when it came to her son, she became anxious." And today, when the Manor Head suggested that our son be the next Manor Head, five of the deacons agreed. We were only short of one deacon. In the future, we just need to persuade one more deacon…and gather six deacons to agree. Then, our son would be able to easily become the Manor Head. Why would we need to snatch that golden sword?”
Seizing the golden sword was too difficult.
Yichuan shook his head and sighed.”
"Why don't I understand?" Snow said angrily.
"You have just arrived at our Ji clan's West Prefecture, so you don't understand the mysteries within.”Yichuan explained," The ten great Executors of our Ji clan of the West Prefecture are divided into the Prefecture Lord's faction, Ji Lie's faction, and the Neutral Faction. If we want to rope in another Executor, the price is simply too high.”
"So what if the price is high?" Snow said unhappily.
"Yes, paying a huge price is enough for our son to become the Manor Head.”Yichuan frowned and barked,"But if our son is an incompetent person, then he'll only be able to endure a lot of hardship and suffering in the Prefecture Lord's position!" That's suffering!"
Snow was startled.
"I don't want our son to suffer.”Yichuan slowly said," That's why I suggested snatching the golden sword.”
"If my son is talented and has amazing comprehension abilities, he will be able to seize the golden sword and become the Prefecture Master. No one will object.”Yichuan said," And if my son can't take the golden sword, then he can live a leisurely life. I, Yichuan, will protect him for the rest of his life, allowing him to live a carefree life.”
Snow was deep in thought.
She understood.
Being the Prefecture Master didn't necessarily mean that he would be free and unfettered. If he was an expert, he would naturally be able to sit firmly in that position. However, if it was an incompetent person…even if he sat on it, he would only suffer.
"Yichuan, I've wronged you." Snow said softly.
Yichuan lowered his head and stroked his son's little face."His eyes are wide open. This kid has long woken up.”
"Right, Yichuan, what name should we give the child?”Snow immediately asked," I asked you when I was pregnant. You'll be dissatisfied with this and that later on. Now that the child was born, it was time to think of a suitable name.”
"The name will follow our son for life.”Yichuan said," How could I not be careful? I never decided on it before, but just now, I suddenly thought of a name…for our son, let's name him Ning. No matter how ordinary or turbulent his life will be in the future, no matter if he's weak or strong, he has to maintain a calm heart.”
"Ning?" "Ji Ning, Ji Ning…" Snow murmured.
Ji Ning?
The baby in his mother's arms widened his eyes. Was it the First Judge, Lord Cui, who had given him a name in the Book of Life and Death? Or was it really a coincidence?
He was actually called Ji Ning in this life?
******
The most powerful expert of the Ji clan of the West Prefecture was the 'Raindrop Sword', Ji Yichuan.
The second was the Tiger Demon, Ji Lie.
Within Lee's estate.
" Congratulations, Father. Congratulations, Father." The middle-aged man with several dozen braids hurriedly said," That Ji Yichuan was so arrogant and blind that he actually sent his son to snatch the golden sword…our Ji clan of the West Prefecture has existed for over a thousand years, but no one has ever succeeded to the position of Prefecture Lord by snatching the golden sword.”
The old man with fiery red hair and a small red snake on his ear suddenly slapped the armrest."When I was young, I should have been the Prefecture Master! At that time, I was too ostentatious and fell into the hands of my eldest brother, Ji Youyang. He had allowed that old fellow Young Ji to sit on the Manor Head's seat for a full eighty years!”
"Eighty years!"
"I've been waiting, waiting. Every day is torture.”Ji Lie gritted his teeth." I didn't expect that the direct bloodline would produce a Ji Yichuan! He truly was a peerless talent. Fortunately, fortunately, Yichuan was so focused on Immortal cultivation that he had no interest in becoming Manor Head. This time, Yichuan was truly too arrogant. He had actually chosen such a path for his son.”
"The heavens want us to sit on the position of Prefecture Master.”the middle-aged man said excitedly.
"Don't worry."
" Don't be too happy!" Lee shouted." I suffered a setback when I was young. It made me understand…that I shouldn't be happy too early until I truly succeed! We have to make some preparations!"
"Father, what do you mean?" The middle-aged man asked.
Lee frowned and fell into deep thought.
Time slowly passed. The middle-aged man sat at the side, not daring to disturb him. He knew that his father was deep in thought.
"Yes!" Lee said in a low voice," Let's do it this way!”
"Father, what do you plan to do?" the middle-aged man asked.”
"In order to obtain the golden sword, you must defeat all the youths of the tribe and the disciples of the Ji clan.”Ji Lie said in a low voice," The members of the Ji clan are few in number, but they are able to obtain a large number of treasures and secret manuals. There are many youths in the tribe, but they have very few treasures. But even so, the Golden Sword Ceremony, which was held once every four years, had been held five or six times. Only once had a disciple of the Ji clan managed to obtain it.”
" Yes." The middle-aged man nodded." There are too many youths in the tribe. There will always be some gifted ones." However, no matter how talented they are, the true secret arts of our Ji clan will not be imparted to them. We will only impart them to those of a lower grade. Even if the youths of the tribes present at the Ceremony of the Golden Sword are still formidable, after seventy or eighty years, the experts will still be primarily from our Ji clan.”
" What I mean is…" Lee said in a low voice." I'll select the most outstanding youths from the tribe, and I'll give them a large amount of treasures and resources to nurture them. Without my nurturing, these young geniuses of the tribe are all so powerful. Once they receive my nurturing, they will definitely soar into the sky! I refuse to believe that Yichuan's son will be able to sweep away all his opponents and take the golden sword.”
"Yes, yes." The middle-aged man nodded.
Normally, he treated the youths of the tribe and the disciples of the Ji clan completely differently.
The disciples of the Ji clan were family; naturally, they would receive many benefits. He had to rope in and control the youths of the tribe! But this time…he would do his best to nurture the most outstanding few!
"Father, in this case, Yichuan's son will definitely lose.”The middle-aged man said confidently.
" Hahaha…" Ji Lie laughed." Remember, plant some people on Ji Yichuan's side. I want to know how much Yichuan's son has improved in power. Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can we win!”
"Yes, sir!" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up.
******
Snow gently placed her son on the warm little bed.
"Ning, son, be good and sleep." Snow gently kissed her son's little face, then lay down on the bed.
Ning had a bitter look on his face.
She blinked. She had just drunk milk. What a strange feeling.
Everything that he had experienced in the past 24 hours was too shocking and unbelievable. First, he had crossed the Bridge of Helplessness. Just as he was about to drink Meng Po's soup, who would have thought that there would be a great turmoil in the underworld? It was as if the world had collapsed. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and jumped into the human world. He was reincarnated into this world.
A snow-white dog? Was that his Uncle White?
A huge black snake that was over a hundred meters long and had a head as big as a house, and could turn into a black-haired middle-aged man. Was this his Uncle Black?
Now, he was asking him to seize the golden sword and become the Prefecture Master?
Did you ask for my opinion?
"Sigh, babies don't have human rights." Ning licked the milk at the corner of his lips, then collected his thoughts. A hint of anticipation appeared in his eyes."Time to cultivate!"
On his first day in this world, Ning could sense how powerful his clan was. How could it be ordinary to be able to lead countless tribes? However, it was obvious that the position of the Prefecture Master had attracted the attention of many parties. The power of that old fellow with the scarlet snake on his ear was not small. He actually dared to fight against the Prefecture Master and his father.
Who cares!
He was just an infant, so there was no need for him to worry so much. The most important thing now was to cultivate, to cultivate the visualization technique, the Nuwa Painting.
According to Lord Cui, even if he were to reincarnate into the Heaven Realm, he could still rely on this visualization technique to stand out among the heavenly soldiers and generals, let alone in the human world. It must be one of the best visualization techniques in the human world. Such a precious visualization technique was deeply imprinted in his memory. It was the greatest foundation for him to stand in this world.
In his previous life, he had been tortured by illness for eighteen years. He was tired from walking for half an hour. He had had enough of the powerlessness from the torture of illness! He had had enough of that feeling of powerlessness in the face of death! Enough! It was enough! There was only one way for him to control his own fate, and this was the path of immortal cultivation that Lord Cui had mentioned!
Only cultivation!
Ning closed his eyes and began to visualize.
Threads of natural energy slowly entered Ning's body, being absorbed into his sea of consciousness, strengthening his soul. Because only a tiny bit of natural energy had been absorbed, not even Yichuan or Snow could sense it.
The visualization technique could actually draw in the Heaven Earth Yuan Qi?
This was unbelievable.
This was because this was not an immortal cultivation technique, nor was it an immortal or demonic secret technique. If it was an immortal cultivation technique, it would be normal for it to absorb large amounts of Heaven Earth Yuan Qi. However, a visualization technique, even if it only absorbed a trace of Heaven Earth Yuan Qi…it was already inconceivable.
"Whoosh. Whoosh." Wisps of natural energy continuously entered Ning's infant body.
Time and time again, the natural energy of the world entered Ning's body, washing it clean. Babies were the purest when they were born, and once they were born, they would be stained with the filth of the world. However, the filth Ning was currently stained with was very little. Once he was washed clean, he quickly became incomparably pure again, as pure as when he was just born!
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