The Protectorate Manor.
Chung Shen-soo raised his head and felt that the tall buildings had converged into a dark mass, and a solemn and heavy aura was sweeping toward him.
"Actually, this is my second time here, right?"
He was speechless for a moment, then followed Feng Xi 'er in.
"The real manuals are never placed in the Martial Arts Library. They are all handed over to the Protectorate Manor for safekeeping. All local officials who have obtained the legacy have to make a trip here."
Feng Xi 'er led the way. "I'll bring you to see the Protector-General first. Only after you receive the warrant can you open the secret library. There will be a Heart Oath Stone there, and you have to be sincere before you can swear an oath."
'This is probably some sort of test and oath?'
Chung Shen-soo's heart trembled. He followed behind Feng Xi 'er and was led to a side hall by the Protectorate Manor's attendants.
He was in luck this time. In just an hour, someone came to deliver an order. "The Protector-General summons you!"
Feng Xi 'er hurriedly led him to the main hall.
"Greetings, Protector-General."
Chung Shen-soo retracted all his strange energy, and his expression was normal. He followed Feng Xi 'er into the hall and bowed without looking at the seat of honor.
After rising, he glanced at Yan Beiling and felt that this person seemed to have aged a lot. It was probably because he was mentally and physically exhausted recently.
"You're Su Daozhi?"
Yan Beiling glanced at Chung Shen-soo.
At the same time, Chung Shen-soo felt the spiritual sense of a cultivator with the Ability of Divinity sweeping over.
He had deceived this kind of detection many times, so he was familiar with it. He bowed again. "This subordinate is indeed Su Daozhi."
"Born as a convict, you're able to contribute to the country and escape punishment. Not bad …"
Yan Beiling had an encouraging look on his face. "I heard from Commandant Feng that you've made a great contribution this time, so I'll definitely reward you for your contributions. I'll bestow upon you the token to read the Ten Thousand Beasts Art. Apart from that, I'll also promote you by one rank to Primary Rank Nine Evil Slayer Envoy!"
Although Chung Shen-soo knew that this was a good time to win over the hearts of the people, he still put on an ecstatic expression. "Thank you, Protector-General."
"Hmm, you can go now. Cultivate well. Whether the Su family can escape punishment in the future depends on you."
Yan Beiling nodded and waved his hand to dismiss them.
The Protector-General had a multitude of matters to attend to, and he was already giving Wang Chong a lot of face by taking this little bit of time.
After the two of them left, Yan Beiling asked, "What do you think of this person?"
An old Taoist walked out from behind the screen. His back was hunched, but his eyes were very sharp and emitted a bright light. "His Ten Directions Beast Art vital qi is very pure … Other than that, his face is only slightly noble, and there's even a fracture on his forehead, indicating that he had gone through a death tribulation before … This tribulation was left by the heavens for a chance of survival. If he survives it, he'll have some fortune in the future."
"Born as a convict, it's normal for him to have some trials and tribulations, but that's all."
When Yan Beiling heard that he wasn't a spy from a foreign tribe, he let him off lightly.
Even if Su Daozhi succeeded in stepping into the Dao, he was just a Stellar Fiend realm cultivator, so he really didn't care about him.
As for the fortune of his fate?
That was just a small Dao. From a certain perspective, as the Protector-General, he was the creator of this land, and he could determine the fortune of a person with a single word.
As for the so-called fate, it still depended on one's strength.
Those who were strong would naturally have a strong fate.
There was once a Daoist book that recorded that a great cultivator was originally a child beggar, and his fate was cut off by a Half Immortal.
However, this child beggar obtained an immortal fate later on, and once he stepped into the Dao, his fate changed drastically.
After that, he became a great cultivator, and his fate was like a dragon. When Half Immortal Tribulations looked at him again, he was blinded.
Therefore, the people who came later on knew that fate was the embodiment of one's strength, and one's own cultivation was the most stable type of fate.
Other than that, those who had wealth and power, and even the favor of those in power, also had fate and could change their fate.
However, compared to one's own cultivation, it was like duckweed in the wind. One day, one's wealth and power would be gone, or if a person in power changed their mind, they would be reduced to dust.
Therefore, in the Second Empire, this kind of Fate Breaking Art was mostly used as a supplementary tool, but it wasn't heavily relied on.
"Then … what about the person I showed you before?"
Yan Beiling thought for a moment and asked another question.
"That young gongzi has a full forehead, and there is golden green cloud qi circling above his head. It is clear that he is an extremely noble person, but when I examined his foundation, I could faintly see a hint of purple. This isn't his own qi, but the dragon qi that came from outside. Getting close to him … This person has the legacy of a marquis, so he must be a noble heir, and he has even sought refuge with a prince."
The old man stroked the few strands of beard he had left, and said solemnly.
"Haha, your eyes are really getting more and more shrewd. I have some doubts in my heart, so I would like to ask."
Yan Beiling laughed, and his expression suddenly turned solemn. "I wish to borrow the strength of that person behind this person to get through this crisis. Is that possible?"
"This …"
The old Daoist had a conflicted expression. He looked at Yan Beiling's face again, and saw that this person seemed to be shrouded in black qi, and a great disaster was about to befall him. However, in the blink of an eye, it turned into green qi, and endless wealth. He couldn't help but say, "Protector-General's foundation is stable. Although there are some difficulties this time, they aren't major. If you borrow the strength of that person, you will be able to easily get through this crisis, but I'm afraid that there will be setbacks in the future."
If one sought refuge with a prince, it would naturally be difficult to get off once they boarded the ship. If they failed in the War of Dragons, the Su family was the best example.
There was no need to look at one's physiognomy to determine one's fate.
Yan Beiling couldn't help but mock, "You sly old fox."
…
Chung Shen-soo followed Feng Xi 'er into the depths of the Protectorate Manor, outside a lake.
This lake was like a jade mirror, and there was a small building in the middle that was connected by a corridor over the water.
Outside the lake, Chung Shen-soo could vaguely sense the traces of a formation.
In terms of power, it might not be inferior to the Eight Gates Formation of Golden Locks.
"The Protector-General's medallion is here. Go in and take the oath. I won't be accompanying you."
Feng Xi 'er stood at the side to avoid arousing suspicion, but there was a hint of envy in her tone.
'If the government could impart the Dragon-Tiger Elixir Manual, then Feng Xi' er would definitely not have joined the Yunjian Sect. It seems that although the Ten Thousand Beasts Art is good, it will be difficult to obtain in the future. Moreover, it is extremely difficult to be recommended into the Taishang Dragon-Tiger Sect. Even the Feng family is unwilling to give it a try … Or perhaps, Feng Xi 'er is not worth the investment?'
A thought flashed across Chung Shen-soo's mind. He held Yan Beiling's medallion and walked into the pavilion.
After entering the door, he saw a spacious hall. In the center of the hall stood a black boulder that emitted an indescribable aura. It was a rare treasure.
Beside the black boulder, a Daoist official was sitting cross-legged. It was another cultivator with God's Prowess.
'The Yan Han Imperial Court's strength is indeed unfathomable. Even in the Protectorate Manor, there are still quite a number of God's Prowess left.'
Chung Shen-soo thought to himself. He stepped forward and bowed, "Evil Slayer Messenger Su Daozhi greets Lord!"
"What's the matter?"
The old man opened his eyes and sized up Chung Shen-soo.
"I have the Protector-General's medallion. I'm here to ask for the Ten Thousand Beasts Art!"
Chung Shen-soo bowed again.
The old man took the medallion and examined it. With a wave of his horsetail whisk, golden words appeared on the black boulder. "This is the Stone of Heart's Oath. Anyone who obtains the art must swear an oath that they will not teach it to anyone else. Otherwise, their body and soul will be destroyed … This oath must be made with sincerity. There is no going back on it in the future …"
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