Everything had been settled. Lin Xiu, Zhao Wuji, and a very old Earthly Yuan warrior had obtained the spots.
The three of them walked down the Spiritual Road together and naturally attracted the jealousy of countless people.
Unlike the old warrior, Lin Xiu and Zhao Wuji were in the prime of their lives and still had a lot of room for improvement on the path of martial arts.
Xu Changqing and Liu He personally received the three of them. After the other two groups had completed their trials, they brought everyone to the important place of the Justice Alliance.
"Knowing that everyone is here for the so-called opportunity, this old man will not keep you in suspense any longer. You and the ten from my Justice Alliance, a total of 20 spots have been allocated. Everyone, follow me to the main hall, I will guide everyone's Qi."
Xu Changqing had a smile on his face as he looked at the crowd and said.
Because he and Zhao Wuji had fought before, the two of them had a very good impression of each other. Lin Xiu also learned from Zhao Wuji that the so-called opportunity was the Justice Alliance's treasure of fortune. It was said that there was once an expert from the center of the continent who was saved by the founding ancestor of the Justice Alliance when he was on his deathbed. That was why he left behind his most powerful weapon.
The most outstanding part of this weapon was that it could guide the Qi and help the warriors in the three middle regions to fall into a dream.
In the dream, everything had to start from the beginning. Everyone would lose their own memories, starting from a young child, then a toddler, and finally experiencing a complete life.
For many people, this kind of experience was something that could only be chanced upon and not sought for. To be able to gain an additional lifetime's worth of experience, one could well imagine the benefits to one's cultivation and experience. Therefore, many people would break their heads to obtain the quota.
All the cultivators who were fortunate enough to enter the dream sat down cross-legged in the great hall. Then, Xu Changqing began to mutter some words that were difficult to understand. The entire great hall began to shake violently.
The hazy light enveloped the warriors in the main hall evenly, causing them to feel a little drowsy. In a trance, it was as if their souls had left their bodies and they could clearly see their own bodies.
Lin Xiu closed his eyes and only felt the world spin. Then, he had no idea what was happening.
… …
"Zhao Wu, Zhao Wu, your wife gave birth to a chubby boy. Let's go take a look."
In a brightly lit house, a middle-aged man was pacing around anxiously. When he heard the midwife's words, his eyes suddenly lit up and he quickly walked towards his wife's room.
"Husband, come and see our child."
The woman on the bed spoke in a weak voice as she hurriedly called out to her husband.
This was one of the top generals in the Empire. He had always killed people on the battlefield without batting an eyelid. He had experienced countless hardships and could be said to cause the enemy to pale at the mention of his name. But now, he was so careful. He used his hands that were full of calluses to pick up a baby on the bed and carefully sized it up.
"Haha, I, Zhao Wu, finally have a descendant. The Heavens have been kind to my Zhao Family. My wife, you have really made a great contribution to our family."
Zhao Wu slowly sat down on the bed with the child in his arms and spoke to his wife in a gentle tone.
This child was Lin Xiu who had fallen into the dream realm, but he did not know what was happening. It was just like what Zhao Wuji said, he had lost all his memories and had to start all over again.
The family of three was immersed in great happiness just like that.
Following that, the place was naturally filled with guests. There was an endless stream of people coming and going with gifts. Zhao Wu was a powerful general in the dynasty and was deeply trusted by the emperor. Naturally, many people wanted to curry favor with him. Now that there was a new son in his household, even the emperor sent a congratulatory gift.
The little fellow was named Zhao Zi Long by Zhao Wu and he hoped that his son would become a dragon. It was clear that he had great expectations for his son.
As he grew older, this little fellow was not like his father who was mischievous and mischievous since he was young. Instead, he had a special fondness for poetry. At the age of eight or nine, he was already able to write poems and many officials in the dynasty took delight in talking about him and were full of praises.
Although Zhao Wu's family was extremely fond of their child's intelligence, in this world, only having the strongest martial strength could ensure that the family's reputation would not decline.
Zhao Zi Long had a gentle temperament and had no interest in martial arts. Now that he had reached the age to start practicing martial arts, the family gradually began to be a little troubled.
"Zi Long, hurry up and come over to eat."
The mistress of the Zhao family gently pushed the door open, then looked at her son who was burning the midnight oil and said with some heartache.
"Mother, I know."
This young man had red lips and white teeth. There was a gentle temperament in his speech. Even though he was still young, he already had the demeanor of a gentleman.
The young man agreed crisply, closed his book, and followed his mother to the hall.
Ever since Zhao Wu's father, the Zhao family had already accumulated a lot of reputation in the dynasty. But after Zhao Zi Long's grandfather passed away, Zhao Wu, due to his outstanding strength and outstanding military achievements, made the Zhao family even more glorious.
Three years ago, because the border was unstable, Zhao Wu was sent by the imperial court to be stationed in the northern frontier. As a result, the entire family migrated en masse. They left the prosperous capital and settled down in the northern frontier, which was filled with wind and sand.
As the oldest person in the family, Zhao Zi Long's grandmother naturally doted on her only child. She kept putting food into Zhao Zi Long's bowl during the meal.
"Grandmother, I can do it myself."
Zhao Zi Long first thanked his grandmother, then said softly. He was already ten years old, and did not want to be personally taken care of by the elders like when he was young.
"Oh, it looks like my Zilong has really grown up. You're actually starting to dislike grandmother." The Zhao matriarch looked at her grandson teasingly, her eyes filled with indescribable gratification.
The Zhao matriarch's heart ached for a descendant who liked to play with words in a family of generals.
Different from her son's eagerness to see Zhao Zilong become an expert, the Zhao Clan's Matriarch only wanted to see her grandson grow up peacefully and happily. As for other matters, they could wait until later.
The current Zhao family had Zhao Wu's support, so they had great influence in the dynasty. With her son's care, in the Zhao matriarch's eyes, there was no need for her grandson to endure the pain of practicing martial arts from a young age.
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