Madam Zhao's eldest son, the eldest son of the Marquis, Hong Xi. In the future, the person with true authority in the Marquis's household would stand behind Hong Xuanji. On the surface, he was quiet and refined, but on the inside, he was as fierce as a mountain.
When their eyes met, Hong Yi's eyes stung, his heart jumped, and his soul seemed to shake. He already understood that this "Little Marquis Wu Wen's" strength was unfathomable, far above his own.
The reason why his heart jumped when their eyes met was because the difference in strength was too great. Hong Yi was very clear on this point.
"I wonder what level Hong Xi's martial arts has reached? Is he a Xiantian master, or a Great Grandmaster? "Hong Yi slightly avoided Hong Xi's gaze as he thought to himself.
When Hong Xi saw Hong Yi avoid his gaze, his eyes flashed with a trace of disdain and ridicule. This kind of gaze was like a ferocious lion looking at a little white rabbit.
From the corner of Hong Yi's eyes, he happened to see this kind of gaze. Immediately, the blood in his heart surged and a strong anger surged in his heart. His fists slightly clenched, his eyelids drooping.
"Since you are able to inherit the Marquis title, there will be a day when I will surpass you. Be it in terms of scholarly accomplishments, martial prowess, strength, or status, I will far surpass you. Just like how you look at me today." Hong Yi calmed his anger and silently vowed.
Hong Yi also knew a little about Hong Xi's experience. As the eldest son of the Marquis's household, he practically began to learn martial arts from the time he was in his mother's womb. It was Hong Xuanji who taught him step by step, so his foundation was extremely strong. It was rumored that when Hong Xi was seven years old, he could play with sixty jin of stone weights.
At the age of fourteen, he entered the military's Martial Lecture Hall. Later, he made many contributions and was promoted to the rank of Commander. There was even one time when he was protecting the Crown Prince when he was patrolling the border. When he encountered an assassination attempt, he single-handedly fought off the siege of a hundred people. After he returned, he was bestowed a treasured sword named "Prison Suppression" by the Emperor. At the same time, he was personally praised by the Emperor as "like father, like son".
Hong Xi stood quietly behind Hong Xuanji. Both father and son had the same stature, and their facial features were similar. They were also as calm as a mountain, imposing and unfathomable.
No matter who it was, they all felt that this was a true father and son.
In Hong Yi's heart, he also felt that the bastard sons around him, including himself, were not as similar as Hong Xuanji and Hong Xi. This resemblance was not in terms of appearance or bloodline, but in terms of spirit and temperament.
"If one's Martial Arts and Fist Techniques enter the Xiantian Realm, the internal and external muscles, bones, skin, flesh, and internal organs will all be condensed into one. The person's Qi, blood, and physique will be incomparably strong. Even if I am well-versed in Dao techniques, it would be useless against a person like Hong Xi. It can be said that if he were to do anything to me now, I would not be able to do anything. This won't do, my strength is not strong enough. I have to train hard. "
When Hong Yi saw Hong Xi's gaze, he started to think deeply after the anger.
He had read the Dao Scriptures and discussed the Profound Theory with a great grandmaster like Hakuziyue. He knew that even if one cultivated to the Ghost Immortal Realm and could possess and control a person's physical body, it could only be used against people below the Martial Master Realm.
Once one surpassed the Martial Master Realm and reached the Xiantian Realm, one's entire body would be like a piece of metal. Even a Ghost Immortal would not be able to possess, possess, or control one's soul.
Not to mention when one's Fist Techniques reached the Great Grandmaster Realm, or even the Wu Sheng Realm.
After the Wu Sheng Realm, one's entire body would be covered in blood. Their Qi and blood would be unbelievably strong. Within a radius of tens of feet, spirits would not even be able to get close. Even if a flying sword attacked, before it could get close to the body, it would be suppressed by the Qi and blood. Its might would be reduced by half, becoming soft and powerless.
"Throughout the dynasties and history books, the Dao of Ghosts and Gods has always been a minor technique. Even if there was an uprising, it was just a method used by evil cults to bewitch the peasants and refugees. When faced with the strong-willed, well-trained army elites who had killed their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, their Qi and blood would be extremely strong. Even the most brilliant Ghost Immortal would not be able to use any techniques. Therefore, throughout the dynasties, there has never been a peasant army that succeeded with the Dao of Ghosts and Gods. Usually, the peasant army that seemed invulnerable would immediately be routed when faced with the elites of the court. This is also an important point in the history books. It seems that other than cultivating the Spirit Technique, if I want to make a name for myself, martial techniques are more important. "
Hong Yi made up his mind. In an instant, many thoughts flashed through his mind, and he finally calmed down.
He stood at the last position at the end and scanned the area. He realized that of his ten over brothers and sisters, other than Madam Zhao's second son, Hong Kang, who was an official in the south and could not make it back in time, the rest were all present. This included Madam Fang's Hong Xuejiao and Third Madam Hong Gui. They were all standing obediently.
The Marquis's Residence was prosperous. Hong Xuanji had three wives and four concubines. Almost every wife and concubine had one or two children. Therefore, Hong Yi had more than ten brothers and sisters.
Consort Yuan's acknowledgement of relatives and visiting relatives was a major event for the Marquis's Residence. It was even more important than celebrating the New Year. All of them were present, kneeling down to receive them was a necessary etiquette.
The other four concubines in the Marquis's Residence also followed behind the three madams. They looked like attendants and maids, not daring to step out of line or stand out.
"Although the lives of these concubines are not easy, they are after all wealthy merchants. In addition, their sons have all come of age, and they have reached the end of their lives."
Hong Yi looked at the four concubines in the residence and thought silently.
At this time, there was a sudden commotion at the door. Several red-clothed eunuchs on horseback rushed to the door. After dismounting, they hurried in.
"The Lady has already left the palace. In less than an hour, she will arrive at the Marquis's Residence. Marquis, you have to be prepared." The croaky voice was very unpleasant to hear. This was the eunuch who had first come to report.
"Reward them and let them rest." Hong Xuanji was expressionless as he gave the order. Madam Zhao, who was beside him, immediately understood and let the servants lead the eunuchs to rest and drink tea.
The entire Marquis's Residence was suddenly silent. They quietly looked at the door and did not make the slightest sound. After a long time, another eunuch came in and said, "The Lady has arrived."
Then, many eunuchs carrying incense and holding umbrellas appeared, standing all the way to the street in front of the door. Then, a large palanquin with eight carriers appeared. The top was gilded and inlaid with seven-colored gems. There was a large gourd of pearls. It was surrounded by bead curtains and ivory tents. The fragrance was oppressive, showing the wealth of the royal family.
Hong Yi stole a glance, but he could not see the person in the palanquin. Naturally, he could not see what Consort Yuan looked like, and whether she was the woman in red that he had met in the valley that day.
However, Hong Yi had a feeling that the person in the palanquin was also looking at him. That kind of gaze was very gentle, as if she was watching with interest.
If it were not for the fact that Hong Yi had some small success in the cultivation of the Divine Soul, he would not have such a feeling.
"Welcome, Imperial Noble Consort!"
At this time, all the people around the Marquis's Residence knelt down. Hong Yi also bowed down. This was the rule.
However, the father and son, Hong Xuanji and Hong Xi, both just bowed and did not kneel.
But no one was surprised, because the father and son, Hong Xuanji and Hong Xi, had both been rewarded by the Emperor to ride horses in the Imperial City and walk swords in the palace. Except for the Emperor, they would not kneel to anyone else.
In other words, this pair of father and son could ride horses in the Imperial City and even bring swords to see the Emperor. Except for the Emperor, when they met the Crown Prince, the Empress did not need to kneel. She only needed to salute.
This was a great honor for an extremely high official.
"Dispense with the formalities."
A voice came from the palanquin.
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