Chapter 414 Qu Ling Prefecture Four

Wang Zhijun swallowed, feeling a subconscious stiffness when Li Cheng颐 stared at him.

Even a normal gaze made him feel the fear of being watched by the old ancestors of the clan.

This made him value the newly emerging genius of the branch family even more.

"You are right. So, this time, I also brought a second gift for you, sir."

He clapped his hands, and a guard behind him stepped forward and took a square box from his back.

The box was opened, revealing an old booklet inside.

"This is a copy of the Songwen Qi Creation Skill left by your ancestor of this branch in the main family. It not only contains the method of Songwen Qi cultivation, but also the subsequent method of condensing Deer King Qi."

Deer King Qi?

Li Cheng颐's eyes lit up. He still couldn't sense the True Seal Spirit, and he suspected that he was missing a piece of the puzzle.

After all, according to the years, he now had one hundred and forty years of True Qi cultivation.

With such a huge amount of True Qi, he couldn't sense the True Seal Spirit, so something was obviously wrong.

Normally, the difficulty shouldn't be so high.

Now it seemed that what was missing was the Deer King Qi.

"Is this true?" He focused his gaze on the booklet.

"Of course, it is true. Our Wang family has hundreds of people, scattered all over the place, with huge industries, mostly known for their medical skills. The Qingyuan Dan method, which we mainly cultivate, is also mostly used to treat difficult and complicated diseases. We lack a genius like you, sir, who can work hard in the officialdom and climb to the top."

Seeing that Li Cheng颐 was interested, Wang Zhijun immediately struck while the iron was hot.

"Think about it, sir. The Wang family's main family has accumulated a lot of connections because of practicing medicine. Coupled with your great martial arts talent, you may be able to soar into the sky and take the entire clan to a new level."

Speaking of which, although their Wang family sounds powerful, it is essentially a medical family. There are few officials in it, and even those who are are medical officials, with ranks similar to Wang Yifeng's.

The current Li Cheng颐 is at least three ranks higher than Wang Yifeng.

Therefore, after learning about Wang Yichen's situation, the main family immediately sent Wang Zhijun, the son of the head of the main family and also the most gentle young generation representative in the clan, to visit with gifts.

This also represents the main family's importance to Wang Yichen.

If Wang Yichen could be brought back to the main family, not to mention the future influence, Wang Yichen's position would be of great benefit to the current main family.

At this time, he watched Wang Yichen reach out, pick up the booklet in the box, and flip through it.

Wang Zhijun waited quietly with a sincere expression.

Amid the slight rustling of turning pages, before long, he saw the other party put down the booklet.

"I have accepted the gift. As for the matter of returning to the main family, you can discuss the arrangements with my father. I will not participate in the complicated formalities, as I am busy with affairs here," Li Cheng颐 said lightly.

"Naturally, there is no need to trouble you, sir. We will handle these matters ourselves, as long as you agree. At critical times, you only need to attend a few banquets and pay respects to the ancestors. You don't need to travel far. There are elders of our clan in this Qu Ling Prefecture, who will handle it together at that time," Wang Zhijun said quickly.

"That's good. You can send someone to notify me of the date later. Also, there is the Qingyuan Dan method, the black-level cultivation technique of the main family..." Li Cheng颐 didn't finish his words.

"That's easy to say. After paying respects to the ancestors in a few days, it will naturally be passed on to you, sir," Wang Zhijun replied.

With the matter of returning to the family settled, the atmosphere between the two suddenly eased a lot. Counting the generations, Wang Zhijun should call Li Cheng颐 nephew, but he naturally didn't dare to do so in person.

With the goal achieved, Wang Zhijun and the others stopped while they were ahead and quickly got up to bid farewell.

After seeing the three off, Li Cheng颐 returned to the living room, picked up the booklet in the box, and opened it again.

The records about Deer King Qi were clearly visible on it.

To transform from Songwen Qi to Deer King Qi, one needed to use the blood of the strongest stag in a herd of deer to draw a symbol called the Deer King Seal. Then, one needed to watch this Deer King Seal while circulating True Qi to condense a True Qi form of the Deer King Seal symbol.

Only in this way could the transformation be completed.

And subsequently, it was indeed recorded that once the Deer King Qi transformation was completed, the original effects of Songwen Qi would completely disappear and be transformed into the effect of Deer King Qi, which was to promote bone growth.

Li Cheng颐 didn't care about this. Compared to the pitiful lethality of Songwen Qi, he was more concerned about the possibility of merging with the True Seal after the Deer King Qi transformation.

Engraving was his ultimate goal.

Shaoyin National Capital—Li City.

Crack.

A pale flash of lightning instantly illuminated a vast and deep palace in the suburbs.

Deep in the empty and deserted palace, a handsome man wearing pale blue crystal earrings, with a fair face that seemed to be permanently fixed with a gentle smile, stood in the imperial study of the palace, looking out at the rolling dark clouds outside the window.

The man was wearing a white robe with gold trim, with a ferocious and majestic golden dragon embroidered on the back. His smooth black hair was tied together and hung down to his waist.

He was the current Shaoyin Emperor—Yan Rong.

Now only thirty-one years old, he had to ascend the throne in a hurry before his divine skills were completed. Most of the time, he was just a young emperor in the eyes of outsiders.

But... with the support of the Grand Tutor and National Master, even if he was just a young emperor, no one dared to disobey him.

"The sky is a bit dark. I don't like such gloom," Yan Rong sighed slightly.

"This subordinate will go and ask the Si Tian Jian (Bureau of Astronomy) to disperse the clouds," a woman in black and purple quickly walked out from a dark corner behind him.

The woman wore a wingless gauze hat similar to those worn by officials. She had a delicate figure and carried a straight, broad, double-edged black sword on her back.

"No need. Teacher should be arriving soon," Yan Rong shook his head slightly.

"Teacher doesn't like to interfere too much with the natural operation of heaven and earth."

"Your Majesty is the ruler of a country. You don't have to follow the National Master's words in everything," the woman frowned. "After all, you have grown up and are no longer the young emperor who had to rely on him for everything."

"Yes... I have grown up and am no longer the young emperor," Yan Rong sighed. "Unfortunately... in Teacher's eyes, I am still the weak crown prince of that year..."

"Forgive this subordinate for speaking frankly, but Steward Situ was instantly killed for merely blocking the National Master from seeing the Emperor. The National Master's actions disregard Your Majesty's authority. If this continues, the people will only see the National Master's power, and no one will have Your Majesty in their eyes. In the future, power will shift, and the ruler will not be a ruler, and the subject will not be a subject..." The woman was about to finish speaking when Yan Rong raised his hand to stop her.

"How could I not know these principles?" he said softly, "But so what? That is, after all, my teacher, the first on the Feng Tian (Sealing Heaven) List, the strongest in our country..."

"So what? When he was weak, the National Master's divided natal spirit was controlled by the royal family. As long as you had a thought, that Song Yunhe would suffer a great loss of cultivation and fall into serious injury," the woman said in a low voice.

Song Yunhe was supported by the late Emperor when he was weak, so he was able to cultivate so quickly and gradually grow to be the first on the Sealing Heaven List.

And the price for obtaining these things was to divide a trace of his core natal spirit and hand it over to the Emperor to control.

Yan Rong didn't respond.

Extremely complex emotions flowed in his eyes.

No one can tolerate the shift of power, being an emperor but unable to control the situation.

But today's Shaoyin Country relies too much on the National Master Song Yunhe.

It would be fine if his divine skills were completed, but now...

Moreover, once he takes action against the National Master, it would be fine if it ends completely, but what he fears is that the natal spirit in his hands is not very useful to that extremely powerful teacher...

That method can indeed restrain the National Master, but it is also the last resort.

For the sake of foolproofness, it must be combined with other methods.

"You go back first... Help me inform Jade Mother that the day the item is delivered will be the day I invite her to leave the mountain," Yan Rong's lips moved slightly, and his blood essence sound transmission instantly reached the woman's ears.

The woman lowered her head, and her whole body suddenly disintegrated, silently exploding into a large number of black dots, dissipating into nothingness.

The black dots faded, dissolved in the air, and completely lost their traces.

Only then did Yan Rong turn around and look at the sorrowful figure slowly walking into the palace gate in the distance.

"Teacher..." He stepped forward and saluted.

Song Yunhe walked into the palace gate, looking at the disciple with the same smile on his face as before.

"The flood in the northern Shi Shui Prefecture has been resolved. I moved a few nearby small mountains to block the water veins and force them to detour."

"Teacher has worked hard."

"I heard that after I left, you sent people to search for Nine-Legged Ghost Cicadas, causing nearly half of the Golden Guards to be killed or injured?" Song Yunhe sighed.

"Teacher... this disciple is practicing a divine technique and must have such materials..." Yan Rong argued. "A few Golden Guards are nothing. They can be replenished after they are killed or injured."

"How did I teach you?" Song Yunhe was a little tired. This was not the first time such a thing had happened.

He had only been away for a little while, and Yan Rong dared to use the Golden Guards to fill the mouths of top-level ferocious beasts. Before that, he dared to scour the entire capital for children around the age of ten to refine pills...

The late Emperor was extraordinary and martial, how could he have given birth to such a cruel person!?

If he hadn't promised the late Emperor to take care of Yan Rong and protect the country for five hundred years of peace...

What could that trace of divided natal spirit do to him?

Looking at Yan Rong's taken-for-granted expression, Song Yunhe felt an unspeakable heart fatigue.

Deer King Qi.

Li Cheng颐 stared at the stag blood he had just bought from the medicine store and reached out to unscrew the lid.

The deer blood was kept from coagulating with some kind of special medicine. He dipped it with a brush and gently drew a complete Deer King Seal on the yellow paper, following the secret book pattern.

The seal was very simple, like nine k's stacked together, forming a regular pattern like snowflakes.

This kind of regular pattern was quite easy for Li Cheng颐.

In just two minutes, he had completely drawn the Deer King Seal.

While the Deer King Seal was not yet dry, Li Cheng颐 focused his attention and then circulated the Songwen Qi in his body.

In his body, he tried to condense it into the shape of the Deer King Seal.

With his training intensity of transforming soft qi into silk in the past, controlling Songwen Qi was just a piece of cake.

The huge consciousness far exceeding ordinary people brought these conveniences. What other martial artists needed to practice for at least a year could be achieved instantly by him.

Before long, strands of Songwen Qi were constantly transformed into another cool, translucent gray True Qi in Li Cheng颐's body.

'It's done!'

His heart vibrated, and he began to accelerate the continuous transformation of True Qi.

It took a full quarter of an hour for the more than one hundred years of True Qi in his body to be completely transformed into Deer King Qi.

Sitting cross-legged on the cushion, Li Cheng颐 did not stop, but closed his eyes to sense the Deer King Qi in his body.

This time, the Deer King Qi was much more active than the Songwen Qi. After being integrated into his consciousness, it instantly fed back some small image fragments.

According to the martial arts information Li Cheng颐 had mastered, the higher the cultivation level and the more True Qi, the more information would be fed back from the True Seal Spirit.

And his more than one hundred years of cultivation, after being transformed into Deer King Qi, did not suffer much loss. At this time, the information fed back from the True Seal Spirit was quite complete.

With his eyes closed, the image of a beautiful silver-white stag slowly appeared in his mind.

The stag had huge antlers like tree branches on its head, gentle, timid eyes, and a strange mark on its chest emitting green light.

That was the engraving!!

Li Cheng颐 recognized it at a glance. That green light mark was the engraving!

The vast knowledge of the Death Energy system brought him not only various small spells in terms of Death Energy, but also a lot of knowledge about engravings.

And the engraving on the chest of the silver stag, he recognized at a glance, was an engraving representing the growth category.