After returning to Gantian Mountain City and settling the situation, he couldn't ride horses anymore. In Zong Gang's words, it was beneath his status.
The Rank Four Windrider Foal that he had snatched from Feng Yu was abandoned just like that and replaced with a dragon carriage. The entire body was actually made of gold. There were gems embedded on it, shining brightly. Anyways, whatever material looked expensive, that was what he used. A full 18 grade 4 dragon horned winged horses pulling it, it was really majestic and extravagant.
This was Zong Weiran's carriage in the past and it looked really cool. Zong Shou couldn't help but look down on Zong Weiran's taste. This was too much of a nouveau riche.
However, when he looked at the surrounding Gantian Mountain people, their faces were filled with respect. He was deep in thought. Maybe it wasn't that Zong Weiran's taste was too low.
The people of this era were mostly struggling to survive, so how would they know style?
On the contrary, it was not as intimidating as this kind of extravagant carriage, which in his eyes was simply too rustic.
When Zong Shou arrived at the peak of Gantian Mountain under the protection of tens of thousands of guards soldiers, he was shocked. Zong Shi and the others were nowhere to be seen. He sent people to search but couldn't find them.
This wasn't out of the expectations of Hu Qianqiu and the others. The situation was set and no matter what Zong Shi did, he wouldn't be able to change it. If they didn't leave now, they could only wait for death. If it was anyone else, they would immediately flee.
Zong Shou also thought that way. However, in his heart, he was still wary. Since the Xue family people had interfered and used the illusionary mist heart bewitching technique, then they might have brought the illusionary heart mirror over.
He had heard of this illusionary grade 8 spiritual artifact for a long time.
If one wanted to hide it, then one only needed to hide and not move. Unless one was an ascended ancestor martial cultivator or a day wandering spirit master, otherwise, it would be tough to notice.
The current him, even if his spiritual energy was at the night wandering realm intermediate stage, he wouldn't be able to see through the traces of this spiritual artifact.
His sword still didn't leave his body and he wore heavy armor. However, when he walked into Chong Zheng Hall and sat on the Demon King's throne, nothing 'unexpected' happened.
What surprised Zong Shou was that this place was protected by a spiritual array. In particular, the Dragon Throne in the depths of the hall had its own spiritual array. If those people wanted to assassinate him, it would be even more difficult.
Could it be that these people were really planning to give up? That Zong Shi was so smart?
His eyes carefully scanned the hall, but he still didn't find anything suspicious. Zong Shou could not help but frown and ponder for a while. Then, he relaxed a little. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the many people in the hall who were busy.
Especially people like Zong Gang who were so busy that their feet didn't touch the ground.
The era before the Spiritual Tide could still be considered a barbaric era. It was far from being as complicated as the later generations.
As for Donglin Cloud Continent, in the eyes of many people of this era, it was a desolate land, and there was even less need to pay attention to it.
However, after all, it was the inauguration ceremony of a city or even a country's ruler. It couldn't be too simple, just a bunch of people cheering for the city lord and ending it. There was a complete set of ceremony rules. The more solemn and complicated it was, the more noble the Monster King's identity was. It also represented the people's respect for the Monster King.
Therefore, even though the enthronement ceremony was a little cumbersome, it was still very cumbersome.
As for the Monster Race King, the style of the ceremony was even more special. First, he had to form a blood alliance with the various Monster Race tribes. Next would be to slaughter 3 animals as sacrifices to the heavens.
The original custom was to slaughter living people and choose sinners from the various tribes. The more they killed, the higher the standards in the eyes of the Monster Race people, the more satisfied and at ease they would feel.
However, after Zong Weiran built Gantian Mountain, he removed this bad custom. Every year, the ceremony would be simple. They would just slaughter some pigs and dogs, and that would be the end of it.
Zong Shou naturally didn't have any intentions of reviving the sacrifice of living people. That was too barbaric and inhumane.
However, when he saw Hu Qianqiu order people to carry over a huge jar made of gold and place it in the center of the hall. When he poured in jar after jar of wine, his face changed slightly.
As expected, when everything was prepared. Hu Qianqiu was the first to stand beside the wine jar. He cut his hand, and blood flowed out.
Zong Shou looked at the amount. Only when Hu Qianqiu put in tens of kilograms did he stop.
At this moment, Hu Qianqiu's face was ashen white. His 2 legs were obviously weak and trembling. However, his gaze was really arrogant and provocative. Sweeping everyone, his eyes were filled with glee. He walked back to his original position with majestic steps.
Zong Shou's head instantly felt numb. It was just a blood oath, was there a need to make it so exaggerated?
Luckily, Hu Zhongyuan wasn't far away from him and he had someone to ask. When Zong Shou looked over, Hu Zhongyuan gleefully said, "Prince doesn't know! Our monster race rules are that when we make a blood oath, the more blood we shed, the more sincere we are. The more straightforward we are and the more loyal we are to the ruler. Of course, there are other meanings. The more energy we have, the stronger our body. We can't show any weakness in this area. My father actually let out a full jar of blood. As expected, he didn't let down the name of our iron tiger race … "
Zong Shou was slightly startled, thinking to himself that there was actually such a custom? Why didn't he know about it?
After Hu Zhongyuan was Chai Yuan. Before this he was a little depressed, but now he wasn't willing to show any weakness. After scoffing, he also cut his wrist. Blood surged out like a fountain.
After a short while, his body was about to collapse. It was comparable to half a bowl more than Hu Zhongyuan. Only then did he smile and raise his chin towards Hu Qianqiu. Following which he walked back shakily.
The third was Ling Xuan, the race leader of the eye wolf race. He was also a vicious person. The blood he let out was actually only a little less than Hu Zhongyuan. He nearly fainted on the spot and had to be supported by people before he returned to his seat.
However, his actions were really popular. Not only did the people in the hall all have serious expressions on their faces. The few remaining generals of the eye wolf race who weren't wiped out all showed looks of respect.
As expected, the various race leaders were all like what Hu Zhongyuan said. The more blood they let out, the more arrogant they were. They all walked with their feet splayed out in glee. As for those who were weak and let out less blood, their faces were filled with shame, using their sleeves to cover their faces. They didn't have the face to see anyone.
When the 200 odd tribes finished letting out their blood, the golden jar was pretty much filled with blood. The smell of blood filled the air.
However, this wasn't the end. Next were the civil servants and generals with some status. These people were originally just there to show their sincerity. However, they were all competing with one another, afraid that they wouldn't bleed much.
Zong Shou couldn't help but roll his eyes. It seemed like the people in the hall were all lacking in blood energy. He thought to himself that if a strong enemy attacked Gantian Mountain now, they would definitely be wiped out. This custom was too dumb. In the future, he would definitely stop it. He would definitely stop it!
Amongst the people, he saw Yin Yang and Liancheng. Hu Qianqiu didn't go back on his words. The 2 of them both held important positions.
Yin Yang was the 4th town marshal of the guards army and Liancheng was also a captain. They barely had the right to participate in this ceremony. However, they stood at the back of the hall.
However, he learned from the others and slashed out, cutting a wound on his wrist. He didn't even blink, looking really majestic. Seeing that, Zong Shou wanted to beat him up.
Only Zong Yuan didn't care about the gazes of others. He just let out a few drops of blood and that was it. This made him feel really happy.
In the end, it was Zong Shou's turn. He was stared at by thousands of eyes in the hall as he stood in front of the golden blood vat.
His original intention was to imitate the Blood Oath from the previous time, where he would just put on an act and let out a few drops of blood.
However, at this moment, thousands of pairs of eyes were filled with anticipation and anticipation. Zong Shou couldn't help but feel helpless. The people of this era were really simple-minded. At this moment, the more you bleed, the more people would acknowledge you. If you tried to cheat, you would only be looked down on and lose the hearts of the people.
He consoled himself that anyways, in this life, he would only feel pain once. With so many people gathered together, it was much better than one by one.
He could only grit his teeth. Zong Shou held the knife, closing his eyes and slicing his wrist, allowing the blood to flow out.
He felt pity for himself. Since he came to this era, the few times he was injured were all because of the blood oath.
Roughly half of his blood flowed out. Zong Shou felt dizzy. Following which he had an idea. He rolled his eyes and directly closed them, his face turning purple as he laid down.
The people around him were all shocked, reaching out to help him up. They supported Zong Shou back to the throne above. They pressed down on his philtrum and fed him pills before they finally woke Zong Shou up.
At this moment, be it Hu Qianqiu, Chai Yuan, or Zong Weiran's old officials, they were all tearing up. They were really touched.
Although the prince's body was a little weak, as expected from the son of the previous ruler, he had the aura of a king. Look at how kind and sincere he was. To make a blood oath with everyone, he even fainted.
Only Hu Zhongyuan scratched the back of his head, his face filled with doubt. He thought to himself, was the prince's body so weak?
His stamina was really bad, running for 4 hours and he would pant. However, it didn't mean that his body was weak. In his impression, under the prince's weak body, his vital energy was really strong, as strong as a cow.
Following which was the blood oath. The priest distributed bowl after bowl of blood wine to the people in the hall. Zong Shou also got a bowl, only to feel the smell of blood assailing his nose.
Ninety-nine percent of the bowl was blood. He pretty much pinched his nose before he barely managed to swallow it down.
After the blood oath was completed, everyone knelt and kowtowed. Only then did the first half of the ceremony complete.
Lastly was the sacrifice to the heavens. Tens of tribe leaders who were ranked at the front slaughtered 3 animals. Following which Zong Shou would climb up the Gantian Mountain peak alone to the sacrificial altar hanging at the side of the cliff. The priest would lead him to read out the sacrificial texts. After praying to the heavens, it was considered to be over.
In Donglin Cloud Continent, this was considered really proper. Gantian Mountain City was huge which was why it was like this.
However, when Zong Shou looked at the sacrificial altar, his brows furrowed. His eyes were filled with a smile. He finally knew where Zong Shi and the others would attack. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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