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Chapter 285: Promotions and Heading to Shangluo Academy
🕑 Added 2024-12-12 08:41:47 +0000 UTCIn the Shuihua Cave-Heaven, a glacier in the middle of the ocean suddenly split apart as a colossal Kun, over ten thousand meters in length, soared into the sky.
Its massive mouth opened, releasing a radiant seven-colored blue beam that sprayed toward the eastern horizon.
The chaotic and mottled vital energy, mingled with a substantial amount of water vapor, dispersed across various regions of the East.
When the final exhalation was complete, the violent oceanic vortex deep under the sea gradually disappeared.
Whoosh!
The massive Kun vanished in an instant, leaving behind a solitary figure standing above the icy plains.
Zhao Xing, his true form, retrieved a communication artifact.
"So, this is a summons from Wang Tianzhi, directing me back to Tianyuan Prefecture? An imperial decree has arrived?"
His thoughts swirled as he stared at the message.
"The reward announcement came rather quickly," Zhao Xing mused. He worried that the court might have overlooked some details in its calculations.
Nevertheless, since the decree had already been issued, he had no choice but to accept it.
An envoy was already waiting to escort him from Shuihua Cave-Heaven.
"Kunpeng Transformation!"
Within Zhao Xing’s inner domain of the Five Elements, the silhouette of a Dapeng bird unfurled its massive wings.
Divine light illuminated his acupoints and coursed through his flesh, sparking a rapid transformation with each breath.
In a flash, he became a majestic white Dapeng bird with a wingspan of over a hundred meters.
The mythical Dapeng bird from ancient lore was often described as pure white. Zhao Xing’s current form adhered to this description, except for his beak and claws, which shimmered faintly in golden hues.
Since beginning his mission, more than four months had passed. Amid relentless training in harsh environments, Zhao Xing had consumed a drop of Kunpeng True Blood and finally ascended to the Fourth Transformation, mastering the Kunpeng Transformation.
He had also gained rudimentary control over one of the transformation’s innate secret techniques: Dapeng Soaring Wings.
"The Kun Transformation excels in defense. With Kun Swallows Heaven and Earth, I can absorb immense quantities of vital energy, making me resilient to even the harshest conditions," Zhao Xing reflected.
"The Kunpeng Transformation, however, is about speed. With Dapeng Soaring Wings, I can summon top-tier Xun Wind, which serves both offensive and flight purposes."
Both stages of the Kunpeng Transformation possessed boundless mysteries and allowed for various avenues of comprehension regarding their innate secret techniques.
Whoosh!
With a mighty flap of his wings, Zhao Xing vanished on the spot.
The Kunpeng Transformation, in its peak form, allowed for a wingspan of over a thousand meters, but for optimal speed, the hundred-meter size was most suitable.
Compared to A Step to Infinity, the Dapeng Soaring Wings was better suited for long-distance travel and could withstand harsh environments more effectively.
Of course, these comparisons were relative only to the Kunpeng Transformation. The inherent properties of the Kunpeng technique naturally provided robust resistance to adverse conditions.
The region where Zhao Xing executed his mission, located amidst icy glaciers over fifty thousand li from Huacheng, required immense travel efforts.
Using Dapeng Soaring Wings, Zhao Xing covered the distance within an hour.
This speed surpassed the majority of Seventh-Rank tower ships and rivaled many top-tier Seventh-Rank military warships.
More importantly, the energy expenditure was minimal. As the favored child of the wind, the Dapeng bird glided effortlessly through the breeze, becoming one with it.
A shrill and piercing cry echoed across the skies of Huacheng.
Soon, countless people tilted their heads upward to watch.
"Zhao Xing has returned!"
"Chen’an has mastered the Kunpeng Transformation. How enviable!"
"In the storm-eye regions of Shuihua Cave-Heaven, Zhao Xing single-handedly quelled nine disturbances."
"This secret technique is formidable. Deploying Dapeng Soaring Wings and commanding the top-tier Xun Wind is equivalent to grasping the Xun Wind True Intent of the Five Elements Law."
"The future is limitless for him. No wonder Dean Ling spoke so highly of him."
Among the high-level cultivators working in Shuihua Cave-Heaven—most of whom were Shennong practitioners of the Hou Transformation Technique—many envied the sight of the Dapeng soaring above.
If one could fully master the Kunpeng Transformation, they could claim unparalleled speed in the world.
At the government office in Huacheng, King Tianyan pressed his hand to his forehead, glancing upward with a faint smile. "This kid really is something else—made it back in just an hour. That’s fast!"
Whoosh~
The white Dapeng vanished. Moments later, Zhao Xing used A Step to Infinity, instantly appearing within the government office.
"Zhao Xing."
"My lord, I apologize for keeping you waiting." Zhao Xing cupped his hands respectfully. The order had been conveyed through Wang Tianzhi, but it was King Tianyan himself who had come to escort him.
"You don’t need to worry about the handover process. I’ve already handled it with the relevant parties. Let’s talk on the way. Come," King Tianyan said as he turned to board his dragon boat.
"Yes, my lord," Zhao Xing replied, promptly stepping aboard. The dragon boat ascended, heading toward the entrance of Shuihua Cave-Heaven.
Inside the cabin, Zhao Xing scrutinized King Tianyan. His aura was steady, and although his appearance hadn’t changed much, his demeanor was vastly different, exuding an overwhelming vitality.
"What are you staring at?" King Tianyan asked with a teasing smirk.
"Could it be that you—"
"Hahaha! You’ve figured it out?" King Tianyan interrupted, grinning broadly.
"Really? I suspected as much—" Zhao Xing’s face lit up with joy.
He had guessed that King Tianyan must have received a reward. After all, if Zhao Xing himself had been granted honors, King Tianyan’s reward would have come even earlier.
"Let me guess, Liu Tianning and Lord Luo told you I didn’t have much time left, right?"
"That’s correct," Zhao Xing admitted. Both Liu Tianning and Lord Luo had hinted at King Tianyan’s grim prospects.
At the time, the consensus was that King Tianyan’s lifespan couldn’t be extended through any means.
After all, he was already 683 years old and had lost an additional 50 years due to the turmoil caused by King Liang.
King Tianyan had even stated that he had only three good years left to live.
For someone at his level, this was dangerously close to the natural lifespan limit of a Second Rank cultivator. His only hope for survival rested on Emperor Jing granting him a First Rank title, which would extend his life.
Privately acquiring life-prolonging treasures? It wasn’t just unlikely—it was impossible. Even if such treasures existed, no one would dare to give them to King Tianyan. If Emperor Jing refused to bestow longevity, it was a clear message that King Tianyan was not permitted to live longer.
Who would dare defy that decree? This wasn’t merely a matter of loyalty between sovereign and subject—it was an internal matter of the imperial Ji family.
Zhao Xing, Liu Tianning, Lord Luo, and even King Tianyan himself understood that his fate ultimately depended on Emperor Jing’s attitude.
"His Majesty granted me a special title as a First Rank official," King Tianyan revealed. "However, he did not bestow the title of Prince or any additional rewards. This decree will not be publicly announced."
Zhao Xing nodded slightly. This was a position of authority without a name.
The nature of such appointments meant that King Tianyan would remain out of the public eye. In fact, aside from Zhao Xing and a small circle of insiders, most high-ranking officials weren’t even aware of King Tianyan’s existence.
"Congratulations, my lord," Zhao Xing said sincerely.
With this reward, King Tianyan could expect to live for approximately another hundred years.
However, even with this extension, his life wouldn’t last into the reign of Emperor Wu. Most likely, he would pass away during the late Eternal Governance Period, preceding Emperor Jing.
During the Eternal Governance Period, there were few conflicts, allowing King Tianyan to enjoy his final hundred years in relative peace. Even with tasks like those in the Ancient Dragon Court, they wouldn't be as taxing as the suppression of the Southern Barbarian Campaign or the chaos of King Liang's rebellion. There would be no more spitting blood or losing years of life.
"Speaking of which, I owe you thanks," King Tianyan said with a sigh.
Why had Emperor Jing extended King Tianyan's life?
Because King Tianyan had unearthed a genius like Zhao Xing, selecting him from the competitive arena and bringing him to the Star Palace to cultivate with Derivation of the Divine Spirit. Furthermore, Zhao Xing had formulated accurate cultivation insights.
During this process, King Tianyan had halted the attempts of other cultivators to comprehend Derivation of the Divine Spirit and spent years compiling Zhao Xing's insights into a comprehensive manual, which he presented to the court.
The real merit lay there.
What credit was there in suppressing King Liang's rebellion? It was his duty, after all. King Liang had left backdoors in the Creation Disk and turned some officials against the court. The failures in oversight during the Ten Sun Cave-Heaven incident added further blame.
Emperor Jing had spared King Tianyan punishment, considering his limited remaining lifespan.
But discovering the correct path to cultivate Derivation of the Divine Spirit was entirely different.
Previously, practitioners of the first layer of Derivation of the Divine Spirit could generally only cultivate fewer than 10,000 strands of divine consciousness, without the seven principal soul traits. Zhao Xing had raised that limit to 49,999 strands while achieving mastery of the seven principal souls.
Had it been a one-off case, it would have ended there.
However, after compiling Zhao Xing's insights, King Tianyan conducted extensive experiments with other practitioners. The results were clear: those cultivating the first layer of Derivation of the Divine Spirit showed notable improvements.
Although they couldn’t reach Zhao Xing's extreme limits, they still surpassed the previous standards.
Many achieved over 10,000 strands of divine consciousness, a feat once limited to prodigies like Liu Tianning. Now, even ordinary geniuses could achieve it.
This single act caused Emperor Jing to change his mind.
Though King Tianyan was not made a First Rank Prince, he was granted the title of a First Rank official, along with a life extension of one hundred years.
"Your Highness, you give me too much credit. It is all due to His Majesty's benevolence," Zhao Xing replied sincerely.
"Hm."
They tacitly chose to drop the topic.
Zhao Xing also felt a sense of awe—Emperor Jing was truly Emperor Jing. His earlier signals had led figures like Liu Tianning and Lord Luo to believe King Tianyan wouldn’t receive a life extension.
In reality, the Emperor had likely already decided to extend King Tianyan’s life. He still needed King Tianyan to continue this work.
However, figures like Liu Tianning and Lord Luo were destined to remain unaware of the truth. It was the highest of state secrets. To the outside world, it would appear as though Emperor Jing was simply acting out of old sentiments.
Such deep imperial grace!
Since discussing King Tianyan was off the table, Zhao Xing shifted the conversation to his own rewards.
"Your Highness, do you know where I’ll be sent next?"
King Tianyan replied, "Your contributions primarily fall into four categories."
"First, you assisted the stabilization of Tianhe Prefecture and Mingyue Prefecture, supporting their respective rulers. Naturally, this includes disaster relief across other counties, but the bulk of your efforts were concentrated in Tianhe and Mingyue."
Zhao Xing nodded slightly.
After surviving the assassination attempt, his true self had returned to the Star Palace.
The three major Shennong factions had all participated in the effort to suppress King Liang. Disaster relief efforts in other prefectures were not led by Zhao Xing’s avatars.
His primary contributions had indeed been in Tianhe and Mingyue Prefectures. Despite the assistance of Sima Yunhai and Pang Yuanren, Zhao Xing’s leadership had been decisive, securing him the top credit.
"Second, you resolved the rebellion crisis in Tianhe Prefecture, rescuing Zhang Ping, the transport envoy, and Wu Xuanying, the transcendent priest of the Divine Temple. You also quelled the rebellion of the Tianxia King and his seven garrisoned armies."
This distinction was deliberate. Contributions in disaster relief and military achievements were considered separately.
The rewards for civil officials’ governance and military commanders’ battlefield exploits were fundamentally different.
Promotions, titles, honorary grades, and accolades were calculated independently.
For instance, civil officials rarely attained princely or marquis titles through governance alone. Similarly, honorary grades primarily went to civil officials. Conversely, high-ranking temporary positions were predominantly held by military commanders.
"Third, your Theory of Three Yin, Three Yang, and Six Qi Grand Zhou Celestial Cycle calculated the activation time of the Military Realm gateways," King Tianyan explained. "This allowed the Ten Elite Guards to seize the entrances to Pinghai Prefecture with remarkable efficiency. It was your Celestial Cave Techniques Thesis that enabled this success."
Zhao Xing’s eyes glimmered with understanding. He hadn’t realized his work had directly impacted the Ten Elite Guards’ operations.
But it made sense. Without such importance, his name wouldn’t have climbed so high on the Fortune Ranking.
"In terms of military contributions, slaying 10,000 Tianxia Kings wouldn’t match this accomplishment."
Zhao Xing chuckled. "If the Tianxia King knew Your Highness calculated his worth this way, he might combust in rage even as a ghost."
King Tianyan also laughed softly. "He’s indeed not much of a formidable figure. Beyond some value on the battlefield, he ranks near the bottom among county kings."
"Back in the Great Zhou’s campaigns against the Southern Wilderness, establishing the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Prefecture was an easy endeavor. Many generals were simply fortunate to rise to high positions, mistaking the court’s strength for their own," he remarked.
Zhao Xing nodded in agreement. The Southern Wilderness and Great Zhou were leagues apart in national strength. If not for the Southern Wilderness’ geographic advantages, it would have been conquered long ago.
Switching the Great Zhou’s generals with those of the Southern Wilderness, with everything else remaining constant, the result would still have been the same—defeat for the Southern Wilderness. The only question was how quickly it would occur.
"Fourth, you successfully relocated rural and urban populations, preserving Great Zhou’s foundational fortune," King Tianyan continued. "This is another significant contribution."
"The Creation Disk predicts that in a few hundred years, Pinghai Prefecture will experience a peak in fortune, with a surge of talent and collective prosperity."
"You and Xia Jing, as initiators and executors, played pivotal roles. Your names are inscribed on the Creation Disk."
Zhao Xing suddenly understood. No wonder the court had completed its evaluations so quickly. It all made sense now that his name was on the Creation Disk.
True "review" indeed!
"Of course, predictions of the future from the Creation Disk are not made public," King Tianyan added. "Nor do predictions made by officials serve as grounds for promotions."
"The officials involved in this operation will be recommended by the Heavenly Bureaucrats and subjected to multiple audits by the Earthly Bureaucrats."
Zhao Xing nodded in agreement. Future predictions made by officials could not serve as grounds for promotions; otherwise, chaos would ensue.
The Heavenly Bureaucrats King Tianyan mentioned were responsible for administrative oversight.
Heavenly Bureaucrats were divided into Yin and Yang. The Yang Heavenly Bureaucrats, under the Heavenly Bureau, managed administrative affairs of the living world. The Yin Heavenly Bureaucrats, under the Temple of Heaven, managed the dead and held the authority to grant blessings and extend life spans.
Both Yin and Yang Heavenly Bureaucrats were often drawn from Ritual Cultivators, a group known for their rationality and exceptional wisdom. Their Clear Eyes Techniques and ability to discern even the smallest details made them ideal for evaluating officials.
Among their many duties were blessings, longevity extensions, and more.
Conversely, Earthly Bureaucrats were responsible for a different array of duties, with significant distinctions between the Yin and Yang realms.
Yang-realm Earthly Bureaucrats, or Ministers of Earthly Registers, managed the Yellow Registers and Earth Registers. Their responsibilities sometimes overlapped with the Divine Temples and Shennong Monitors.
Yin-realm Earthly Bureaucrats oversaw the punishment of spirits, capturing and interrogating Yin souls. The Pardon Officer of Earth, for instance, was a Second Rank Yin Spirit.
Given King Tianyan’s mention of both Heavenly and Earthly Bureaucrats, Zhao Xing suspected his reward this time would be substantial.
Why? Because Earthly Bureaucrats of the Yin Bureaucracy were known for conducting thorough investigations into one’s ancestral lineage.
The ancestor’s records were clean, and there was no issue to be found.
This was essentially a "Yin Realm version of political scrutiny."
Involving audits by the Earthly Bureaucrats almost always indicated a promotion to a higher-ranked official position. For officials below the Third Rank, such scrutiny wasn’t necessary since their actions wouldn’t cause significant ripples.
However, for those of Third Rank and above, a spotless background was mandatory.
As expected, King Tianyan continued, "For this commendation, you are promoted to Deputy Third Rank. Your title, merits, and temporary position will all be elevated. However, I won’t elaborate too much—don’t want to ruin the surprise when you receive the decree."
"A Deputy Third Rank position? What’s the specific post?" Zhao Xing asked.
"It will remain undecided for now," King Tianyan replied. "In three years, you will be heading to the Ancient Dragon Court. Therefore, His Majesty and I suggested refraining from assigning you a formal position for now. Additionally, you won’t undergo the Third Rank Fortune Baptism, only the Fourth Rank version."
"This explanation will be officially noted in the edicts and public documents as granting you a few years to rest and reunite with friends and family."
This arrangement was indeed well thought out.
A Third Rank position often entailed long-term commitments and policy execution, tasks that couldn’t be easily paused or abandoned. Once a direction was set, adjustments and absences were nearly impossible.
With the Ancient Dragon Court set to open during the third year of the Great Reformation Era, assigning Zhao Xing a role now would only split his focus. Despite his ability to create countless avatars using the Derivation of All Laws, these missions demanded undivided attention. Managing critical administrative tasks while dodging assassination attempts in the Ancient Dragon Court would severely affect both efforts.
Thus, appointing him as a Deputy Third Rank official awaiting assignment was the most appropriate decision.
"What are your thoughts?" King Tianyan asked, noticing Zhao Xing’s prolonged silence. His smile held a teasing edge.
"I feel honored," Zhao Xing replied, his expression calm.
"Honored, my foot!" King Tianyan scolded with a laugh.
Hoping to see excitement on Zhao Xing’s face, King Tianyan was instead met with a composed demeanor filled with deep contemplation.
"Honored, my foot!" King Tianyan repeated internally. Where was the excitement?
Zhao Xing chuckled. "To be honest, Your Highness, I do feel a mix of emotions—relief, gratitude, and a sense of responsibility."
He truly felt it.
Though he had anticipated reaching Third Rank at some point, his initial goal under Emperor Jing’s reign had merely been to secure a Fifth Rank title. With the current Jingxin Calendar nearing its end, he found himself already elevated to Deputy Third Rank.
Of course, opportunities for further promotions were rare now. Without accumulating significant seniority, he would have to await the ascension of a new emperor for another chance. Even so, this was far beyond his original expectations.
But reaching the Third Rank also filled him with a sense of unease, as if he were walking on thin ice. The closer he got to Emperor Jing, the more intricate and delicate his position became.
After exiting the Shuihua Cave-Heaven, Zhao Xing traveled directly to the Tianyuan Prefecture’s capital.
Having resigned from his previous temporary posts during his withdrawal, he now only held the title of Doctor of Canonical Studies, a position within the Tianyuan Prefecture branch of the Xuantian Academy. As such, the imperial edict was issued to Tianyuan Prefecture.
Due to the secrecy surrounding the Ancient Dragon Court and the missions tied to the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, this promotion was not made public. Besides Wang Tianzhi, the Minister of the Shennong Office, and King Tianyan, the envoy official, only two Heavenly Bureaucrats, one Earthly Bureaucrat, and a Second Rank priest of Tianyuan Prefecture were present to witness the ceremony.
Among the two Heavenly Bureaucrats, one was from the Yin Realm, not a living person.
The other was none other than Duke Wei of the Wei State, Wei Gongming—a Second Rank Ritual Cultivator Zhao Xing had once encountered on Heaven’s Chosen Island. Zhao Xing also shared a connection with Wei Gongming’s grandson, Wei Wuji, whom he met during the eruption of spiritual energy in the Ten Sun Cave-Heaven.
"Zhao Xing, come forward to receive the decree!" Wei Gongming’s voice resonated from below the divine platform.
"This humble servant is ready to listen," Zhao Xing replied, kneeling on the prepared prayer mat.
"By the decree of His Majesty, Zhao Xing, former Hundred Water Path Transport Commissioner of Tianhe Prefecture and Level Three Inspector of Five Prefectures in Pinghai Province, has demonstrated unwavering loyalty and courage. He safeguarded the city of Tianhe, vanquished rebel kings, quelled mutinous armies, and displayed exceptional bravery."
"In mitigating the calamities of Mingyue Prefecture, he applied extraordinary techniques and devised brilliant strategies, showcasing unparalleled intelligence."
"By presenting his Theory of Heavenly Timing, he innovated celestial cave techniques and displayed exceptional talent."
"His efforts in infrastructure benefited the people of Great Zhou, promoting the virtues of the sages and spreading the path of benevolence and righteousness."
"Therefore, he is hereby promoted to Deputy Third Rank. His previous roles shall be vacated, allowing him a few years of respite and preparation before assuming his next duties."
"He is also elevated to the rank of Marquis of Shenwei."
"He is granted a fief of 2,500,000 acres and a household income of 103,050 units."
"He is further rewarded with a Yuan You Staff, four sets of ceremonial robes, two ceremonial canopies, a Heavenly Sword, a dragon-headed war chariot, five dragon steeds, a Silver Dragon Flying Ship, and a pair of Dragon Soul Ruyi Scepters."
"He shall hold the title of Senior Imperial Consultant and be honored with a twelve-level merit commendation, in recognition of his service."
When Wei Gongming finished reading the decree, Zhao Xing immediately bowed low, his voice firm, "This servant, Zhao Xing, expresses his heartfelt gratitude for His Majesty’s boundless grace. May His Majesty enjoy eternal prosperity!"
Rising to his feet, Zhao Xing held the decree high above his head.
The moment the decree touched his hands, a majestic force surged through him, weighing heavily upon his soul.
At the same time, a wave of auspicious qi swept over his body.
Since this was only a Fourth Rank Baptism of Fortune, the phenomenon quickly subsided.
Unlike previous ceremonies held within the Heavenly Heart Hall, this one took place outside. The presence of Yin and Earthly Bureaucrats necessitated a more observable setting.
The Fourth Rank Baptism of Fortune was swiftly absorbed by Zhao Xing. Observing officials and Bureaucrats exchanged whispered remarks.
"His foundation is solid. The Fortune of the dynasty has enhanced both his life span and overall fortune."
"His longevity appears unusual, and his fortune is remarkably robust."
"This is likely due to consuming multiple rare essences in the Ten Sun Cave-Heaven, including the heart of a Dragon Whale."
"Indeed."
"His soul essence is abnormally powerful. Do we know why?"
"The Derivation of the Divine Spirit technique."
"Any other concerns?"
"None at the moment, Your Highness. However, further coordination with Marquis of Shenwei will be necessary."
"Understood. Allow him some rest first. Then we will arrange for detailed discussions."
"Yes, Your Highness."
As the baptism concluded, Zhao Xing stood up and offered respectful gestures to all present, including the seemingly empty space around him.
"I appreciate the efforts of all esteemed officials and True Lords," Zhao Xing said earnestly.
"The Marquis is too kind," Wei Gongming replied with a satisfied smile.
"Congratulations, Zhao Xing," Wang Tianzhi added with a smile and polite bow.
King Tianyan spoke, "Zhao Xing, come with me to the rear hall. There are some matters I need to discuss with you."
"Understood," Zhao Xing replied.
With the ceremony concluded, Wang Tianzhi excused himself, as he was not required for what followed. Only Zhao Xing, King Tianyan, and two others—Duke Wei, a Yang Bureaucrat of the Heavenly Realm, and Yin Bureaucrat True Lord Yuqing, alongside Earth Bureaucrat True Lord Qingxu—entered the rear hall.
Inside the rear hall, a divine platform stood, accompanied by offerings for rituals, following the standard for such solemn occasions. However, unlike an ordinary temple, there were additional items—a floor-length, ancient mirror with a gray frame, a large desk, and three peculiar instruments.
King Tianyan addressed Zhao Xing, "Though you have been appointed as a Deputy Third Rank officer awaiting assignment, you have not yet received the Third Rank Dynasty Fortune Baptism."
"Before that, there are some steps we need to take."
"The first step is to have the Earthly Bureaucrats of the Yin Division confirm and finalize your family lineage."
Zhao Xing cupped his hands and replied, "I, Zhao Xing, am an orphan. I was raised by the court and later taken in by an adoptive father. As for my biological parents, their whereabouts remain unknown."
Duke Wei listened attentively and gave a slight nod. "Zhao Xing, according to the Creation Disk’s deduction, your biological parents have already passed away, and there are no living blood relatives within the past three generations."
"However, your cooperation is still required to verify this fully."
Zhao Xing replied, "Of course, I await your instructions, Your Grace."
Duke Wei gestured toward the desk. "Provide a drop of blood and a wisp of soul energy into the apparatus."
Following the instruction, Zhao Xing pricked his finger and let a drop of blood fall into the Creation Disk, which emitted a faint hum. He added a trace of his soul essence, and the compass began to glow faintly, only to reveal a blank slate.
This confirmed that no blood relatives of Zhao Xing remained among the living. The same method had previously been used to determine the complete demise of Yang An, by tracing the bloodline through the compass. Even if the precise location of a living relative couldn’t be pinpointed, the compass would display a result. A blank result, however, meant absolute nonexistence.
Seeing the outcome, Zhao Xing felt a small sense of relief.
"One father is enough," Zhao Xing thought. "I definitely don’t need a surprise appearance by long-lost biological parents to complicate the family tree!"
However, this was just the assessment for the Yang Realm. Further verification was still needed for the Yin Realm.
For officials of the Third Rank, the emperor’s commendations often included honors for their relatives. Titles, statues, or even Yin Divine Bodies for deceased family members were conferred to highlight the emperor’s recognition of his officials.
The ancient mirror began to shimmer as Duke Wei observed it closely, nodding repeatedly.
"Good, good. I understand now," Duke Wei murmured.
After a moment, he looked up at Zhao Xing. "It is unfortunate, Zhao Xing, but there are no remnants of your bloodline’s karmic connections in the Yin Realm."
"They may have dissipated into void nothingness."
The qualifier "may" was added because of the possibility that fragments of their souls lingered in the void, a place even First Rank souls could rarely survive. The Great Zhou held no belief in reincarnation, abiding by a core principle: "Beyond the Six Harmonies, existence is acknowledged but not discussed."
"In this case, the court will consider your adoptive parents as candidates for inclusion in honors."
Zhao Xing nodded. "Understood."
At the Third Rank level, such considerations were inevitable.
Fortunately, these processes rarely impacted official promotions. For example, when Zhao Xing advanced toward the Second Rank Heavenly Luck Realm, the court wouldn’t divide this power for ancillary commendations. These were generally reserved for special recognitions or extra merits.
For Zhao Xing, who had recently obtained the ancient coins tied to karmic recognition, these concerns carried little weight. Typically, the lion’s share of honors would go to a wife or children, with smaller portions allocated to parents or siblings.
Zhao Xing, being young, felt it was too early to worry about such distributions. "Look at Old Liu—still single," he mused.
Duke Wei concluded, "Very well, then. The specific arrangements for your honors and rewards will be handled by the ceremonial officials."
With a slight bow, he said, "Zhao Xing, we will take our leave."
"Farewell, Duke Wei, True Lords," Zhao Xing replied respectfully.
As the others departed, the rear hall was left with only Zhao Xing and King Tianyan.
"Let’s head out too," King Tianyan said with a smile. "You can leave a clone here to coordinate with the ceremonial officials. Your true self will accompany me to the Military Realm’s Heavenly Secrets Pavilion."
"Understood," Zhao Xing answered, creating a clone without delay.
The coordination task was straightforward—verifying the land grants and tailoring ceremonial attire.
On their way to the Military Realm, Zhao Xing glanced at the imperial decree in his hands. Its divine power had dissipated, but it would need to be placed in his residence for veneration.
King Tianyan hadn’t exaggerated—this commendation indeed came with pleasant surprises.
Beyond the appointment as a Deputy Third Rank officer, Zhao Xing’s title, honorary rank, and military merit had all seen significant promotions.
First, his noble title had advanced from Third-Class Marquis to First-Class Marquis, with the bestowment of the title Marquis of Shenwei.
This title had originally been prepared for Yang An, but his untimely death in the Southern Wilderness had left it unused, along with the dissolution of the Shenwei Army’s structure. Giving it to Zhao Xing was both a practical move and a form of solace.
At least Long Xiao and Chen Shijie would be pleased.
Additionally, with the Shenwei Army no longer in existence, Zhao Xing could potentially oversee its reformation during his time at the Ancient Dragon Court.
The emperor, Emperor Jing, showed no urgency in strengthening the military. Delays of decades were inconsequential in his eyes.
Next was Zhao Xing’s honorary rank.
Previously stripped of all honorary titles after his conflict with King Liang, Zhao Xing now found himself restored and elevated to Senior Imperial Consultant, a position of considerable influence. This allowed him to participate in policy discussions at the prefectural capital level and even communicate directly with Emperor Jing. On matters of national importance, the emperor might even seek Zhao Xing’s counsel through written correspondence.
The title Imperial Consultant also implied frequent communication with the emperor. "What if Emperor Jing invites me for a game of chess? I don’t even know how to play!" Zhao Xing thought, cringing internally at the prospect of such interactions.
Lastly, his military merit rank saw an astonishing leap.
"My previous rank was Level 10, earning around 800,000 merit points annually," Zhao Xing calculated. "Now, with a leap of twelve levels, my merit rank is Level 22."
"This means an annual allocation of 1,760,000 points from the Military Realm, excluding other stipends."
A Level 22 military merit rank was exceptionally high, reflecting Zhao Xing’s growing influence within the Great Zhou dynasty.
In ten years, that would amount to seventeen million six hundred thousand, and in a century, a staggering one hundred seventy-six million.
If Zhao Xing could live for eight hundred years, based on his current merit rank alone, he could accumulate over a billion points.
Finally, there was the matter of rewards.
"This time, the rewards list actually contains some valuable items. The Heavenly Sword, Dragon-Headed War Chariot, ceremonial robes, and canopies for marquises will all be crafted to the standard of the Eighth Rank."
"Other items are imbued with the dynasty’s Fortune. When operating outside the borders, I can fully use these for sacrificial purposes, as mediums, or as consumables for divinations."
Though Emperor Jing was known for his frugality, rewards at this level of rank and nobility couldn’t possibly be substandard. The emperor still valued the grandeur of a powerful nation.
"I wonder how Long Xiao, Xia Jing, Chen Shijie, Lord Tian, and Lord Luohou are faring," Zhao Xing mused.
This was merely the first round of rewards. Zhao Xing, as someone advancing to the Third Rank, becoming a First-Class Marquis, and leaping more than ten merit levels, was naturally among the first to be notified.
"Lord Tianyan, what rewards will my teacher receive?" Zhao Xing asked curiously.
"Liu Tianning has been conferred the title King of Taihe Commandery and promoted to Deputy Second Rank Shennong Minister. His former post as Director of Distribution has been revoked, and a new appointee is being selected by the Grand Shennong. However, he continues to hold his Inspector-General duties while relinquishing his position in the Department of Ceremonial Transport. As for his honorary and scattered titles, I didn’t pay much attention," King Tianyan explained.
"Teacher Liu has been enfeoffed as a king?" Zhao Xing thought, realizing how this development came much earlier than in his previous life.
King Tianyan continued, "Liu Tianning participated in the Siege of the Capital and, as Inspector-General, secured critical evidence against King Liang's faction. This was instrumental in the suppression effort."
"Of course, even without these contributions, he was bound to be enfeoffed as a king eventually."
"Moreover, Xu Xing from Shangluo Academy has already appointed him as the first Vice Dean of the academy. The three factions’ leaders are generally expected to hold Second Rank positions. For now, he is at the Deputy Second Rank, but it’s only a matter of time before it becomes full Second Rank."
"He’s heading to meet Xu Xing soon. Has he mentioned this to you?"
Zhao Xing nodded. "He brought it up, but the exact date hasn’t been set."
King Tianyan pondered. "You should accompany him on this visit. Would three months of leave suffice?"
Zhao Xing chuckled helplessly. "Lord Tianyan, here you go again."
"Haha," King Tianyan laughed. "You’ve reached the first layer of mastery, and of course, I must oversee your progress. Since His Majesty urges me forward, it’s only fair I pass the pressure onto you!"
"Besides, you’ll need ample preparation for your trip to the Ancient Dragon Court. The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion has tasks awaiting you."
"Your appointment as a Third Rank Pending Officer hasn’t even been publicly announced for this reason."
"Three months won’t be enough. I’ll need two more," Zhao Xing bargained.
"What? You need five months off?!" King Tianyan exclaimed, feigning shock. "Even a donkey doesn’t rest this much!"
Zhao Xing sighed. "I still have to visit Tianyong Prefecture and meet the primary soul of True Lord Tianyang."
"What’s the reason?"
"True Lord Tianyang promised me a gift, but he urged me to retrieve it quickly; otherwise, it will be gone. He didn’t specify what it is."
King Tianyan nodded in understanding. "I see."
"You’re aware of this?" Zhao Xing asked.
"No, I’m not," King Tianyan admitted. "I don’t concern myself with matters of the Yin Realm."
Zhao Xing was speechless.
"If you’re clueless, why did you look so enlightened earlier?"
King Tianyan shifted the topic. "It’s been quite some time already. The Ancient Dragon Court will open in three years."
Zhao Xing sighed. "It’s not just about taking time off. There are some crucial matters I need to resolve first."
"The drawbacks of the Myriad Manifestation Incarnation?"
"Exactly."
King Tianyan turned serious. "That truly warrants more time. When you visit Xu Xing at Shangluo Academy, make sure to discuss it thoroughly with Liu Tianning. You won’t need to return to the Star Palace for the next three years."
Zhao Xing was surprised. "Why such a sudden change of stance?"
King Tianyan’s expression turned a bit stiff. "Xu Xing can be terrifying when he becomes fanatical. He and I are of the same generation, but you have no idea how frightening that old guy can be."
Zhao Xing was puzzled. How intimidating could Xu Xing be to leave even King Tianyan, who had faced life and death, looking haunted?
Still, King Tianyan clearly didn’t want to delve into those memories.
"In short, resolving this issue takes precedence over your visit to the Ancient Dragon Court."
"If you lose your sanity, everything else becomes irrelevant."
With the new urgency, Zhao Xing’s planned visit to the Star Palace was canceled. Upon learning the details, King Tianyan immediately dispatched him to rendezvous with Liu Tianning.
The master and disciple agreed to meet on the third of May at the Lihuo Dao Academy in Tianyuan Prefecture.
"Still a few days left," Zhao Xing thought.
He then activated his Earth Mirror and began reaching out to his old acquaintances—Xia Jing, Long Xiao, and Chen Shijie.
A beam of light emanated from the boundary, projecting an ethereal image of Long Xiao.
"Zhao Xing."
"Long Xiao, have you received your reward?"
"Yes, I’ve been promoted to Second-Class Martial Marquis, with the title Dragon Warrior. My official rank is now Primary Fourth Rank, and my honorary and scattered ranks have both been elevated," Long Xiao replied.
"Not quite Third Rank yet," Zhao Xing remarked, feeling a slight sense of pity.
"It’s fine," Long Xiao said with a smile. "I’m satisfied. I can always advance through my own efforts."
"That’s true," Zhao Xing nodded.
As the Dragon Tribe’s son-in-law married into the Bai family, one of the three great aquatic clans of the Eastern Sea, Long Xiao had always risen swiftly through the ranks. His pathway to higher positions had been clear for a while.
With his influence, Bai Yunwu had initially promoted Long Xiao to Primary Fourth Rank, though titles like Marquis and honors required imperial bestowal.
For Third Rank, even Bai Yunwu lacked the authority to confer it.
"Too many contenders for power, and the Bai family is still redeeming its reputation. Besides, one stronghold remains under Hong Yuanba’s control."
Zhao Xing felt some regret. There likely wouldn’t be better opportunities for Long Xiao to advance soon. Still, they were both young, and time was on their side.
"What about you?" Long Xiao asked.
"I’m also Fourth Rank," Zhao Xing replied, keeping his external identity of Fourth Rank Pending Officer consistent. "But I’ve been promoted to First-Class Marquis, with the title Shenwei Marquis."
"What?!" Long Xiao was stunned, then broke into a wide grin. "That’s fantastic! Hahaha!"
With the Shenwei Army disbanded following the Southern Wilderness Campaign, Zhao Xing’s title of Shenwei Marquis gave him the legitimacy to rally its remnants.
Long Xiao, naturally, was overjoyed.
Had he not settled down in the Eastern Sea, he’d have rushed to serve under Zhao Xing as a deputy.
"But I don’t have the chance to reorganize the Shenwei Army yet," Zhao Xing added. "It’ll be a long wait."
"No matter," Long Xiao reassured. "There’s no rush."
"Indeed," Zhao Xing agreed. "For now, I’ll deploy Liao Rulong to our old base. Let’s reclaim the territory to avoid future logistical complications."
"Yes, that’s the right move."
The good news quickly reached Chen Shijie as well.
"Shenwei Marquis?" Chen Shijie was momentarily taken aback but then nodded. "The court seems to understand the sentiments of its old generals."
"Old Chen, any updates on your status?" Zhao Xing asked.
"None so far," Chen Shijie shook his head. "My current post as Governor of the Plains is only temporary."
"It’s good enough to secure the official position. I won’t ask for more."
Chen Shijie seemed at peace with the situation.
Xia Jing, however, was still somewhat shaken.
When Zhao Xing contacted him, Xia Jing couldn’t help but recount the unsettling events from earlier in the year.
"Brother Zhao, just as you predicted, many of the entrenched aristocrats in the Military Realm have vanished."
"Anyone with even a shred of guilt was basically wiped out, their households confiscated."
"Over ten of my father’s frequent associates have died. It’s horrifying—" Xia Jing’s voice carried lingering fear as he spoke about it.
"Even those involved in the Refuge Plan have been removed from their positions or had their lands revoked."
Zhao Xing shook his head. "I warned them, but if they wouldn’t listen, there’s nothing more to say."
Emperor Jing’s decisions were like a pendulum—one moment protecting the people, the next wiping out dissent. If the goal was to serve the people, survival was possible. If it was to seek personal gain, there was no escape.
The outcomes were largely predetermined.
Being stripped of rank or having properties confiscated was a lenient fate; escaping extermination was considered fortunate.
"My father lost most of his military command," Xia Jing continued. "He once commanded an army of one hundred thousand, but now he’s left with just five thousand."
"What was the reason?"
"Because he once received an invitation letter from King Liang, though he never attended the banquet!" Xia Jing exclaimed, his voice laced with indignation.
"And his fief?"
"The fief was untouched. My father voluntarily requested a reduction in his taxation rate, which helped him avoid disaster."
"However, I’ve been granted the title of Second-Class Martial Marquis, with the title Marquis Jingwu," Xia Jing said. "I hold the position of Primary Fourth Rank Cave-Heaven Martial General, though I haven’t yet received orders to reorganize a military force. For now, I only command three thousand mid-to-lower-level officers."
"My fief is quite modest as well—one of the smallest ever granted for a Second-Class Martial Marquis in the past thousand years."
Zhao Xing nodded. "That’s still commendable. You’re the hope of the Xia family."
"My father and uncle have said the same."
"Oh, and my uncle’s title has also changed. He’s been downgraded from King Pingyang to Marquis Pingyang."
"My cousin, who was once the heir apparent, has also been demoted. He no longer enjoys the privileges of royal lineage."
In just a few months, massive changes had unfolded.
After King Liang’s defeat, Emperor Jing swiftly reclaimed large amounts of land, authority, national Fortune, and wealth. The transitions happened so quickly that many were left bewildered, unable to even react, let alone resist.
Numerous old aristocrats were eliminated, their resources drained to the last drop, replenishing the national treasury and supporting the court.
Few new aristocrats rose to prominence.
During this transitional period, such policies would continue to unfold gradually.
Soft measures like eroding privileges and incremental confiscation were part of Emperor Jing’s long-term strategy—laying the groundwork for his son’s future reign.
"Your cultivation pathway is now open. Focus on self-improvement from here on," Zhao Xing advised. "Brother Xia, we’ll have our moment to shine one day."
"Understood." Xia Jing took a deep breath. "For the next few years, I plan to refrain from military restructuring and instead pursue further training at the Martial God Tower."
"I hear you’re accompanying Liu Tianning to Shangluo Academy?"
"Yes."
"When do you leave?"
"On the third day of the fifth month."
On May 3rd of the 37th year of Emperor Jing’s reign, Zhao Xing’s main body and several avatars waited at the Lihuo Dao Academy in Tianyuan Prefecture.
Taihe Commandery was Liu Tianning’s ancestral home, and his enfeoffment as King of Taihe Commandery marked a return in glory and splendor.
Taihe Commandery was located in Daoyuan Province, as was Shangluo Academy.
This trip to Shangluo Academy also included a planned visit to Taihe Commandery.
At the third quarter of the pig Hour (9:45 PM), a grand ceremonial procession appeared in the firepit area of the Dao Academy.
Suddenly, the horizon shifted. Clouds rolled in, and an atmosphere of solemn killing intent silently spread across the sky.
A massive Golden Dragon Warship tore through the heavens, gliding forward with divine brilliance. The warship, draped in banners that shimmered with radiance, exuded a sense of majesty.
The Golden Dragon Warship was the official conveyance of an enfeoffed king.
Zhao Xing, by contrast, had only the Silver Dragon Flying Vessel.
From a distance, the sight was awe-inspiring. Standing on the white jade steps in front of the Hall of Myriad Manifestations on the warship, a man clad in a dark green long robe stood with his hands behind his back.
His long, ink-black hair billowed gently in the wind. His cold, chiseled face appeared as though carved from frost. His deep, icy eyes seemed to pierce through the illusions of the mortal world.
His demeanor was as lofty as a lone pine atop a snow-capped peak, unyielding and unapproachable.
Following behind the warship were numerous flying vessels, creating a grand and awe-inspiring spectacle.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Drums thundered, each beat reverberating like a strike to the soul.
As the procession entered populated areas, the ceremonial guards formed precise formations to showcase the majesty of a commandery king.
Warriors, clad in imposing battle armor, stood upright like towering pines. The cold gleam of their weapons radiated a chilling murderous aura.
Swordmasters in pristine white robes carried their long swords tilted at an angle, exuding sharp and unrestrained sword energy.
Dancers, dressed in vibrant costumes, moved gracefully, their lithe forms adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the solemn scene.
Musicians, holding various instruments, maintained solemn expressions as they performed a symphony that seemed to resonate with the heavens and earth.
On one of the flying vessels, chests of valuable rewards were on full display.
Artisans and mechanists stood silently by their creations, exuding an air of competence and focus.
As the flying vessels and warship approached, the entire atmosphere seemed to freeze in reverence.
Liu Tianning lifted his gaze slightly. Wherever his eyes fell, no one dared to meet his gaze directly.
Zhao Xing noticed Liu Tianning's calm yet commanding presence. Without hesitation, he piloted his Silver Dragon Flying Vessel to the front of the Golden Dragon Warship and respectfully declared, "Disciple Zhao Xing humbly welcomes Teacher Liu Tianning!"
Liu Tianning's frosty demeanor thawed slightly as a warm smile spread across his face. "Good, good. Come aboard quickly."
"Yes, Teacher."
Zhao Xing directed the Silver Dragon Flying Vessel to land on the deck of the Golden Dragon Warship.
The surrounding crowd turned their attention to the scene, murmurs and whispers rippling among them.
"That’s the Silver Dragon Flying Vessel—isn’t it exclusively granted to a Martial Marquis? Wait, does that mean Liu Tianning has a disciple who's a Martial Marquis?"
"That’s Zhao Xing. He’s earned quite a reputation. I heard he once killed a commandery king!"
"Zhao Xing? The same one who practices the Myriad Straw Puppet technique and was once hunted by King Liang?"
"Exactly. It’s him. Rumor has it he’s a Shennong from the Self School."
"Blasphemy! How dare you address Teacher Zhao by name!"
"Moreover, Teacher Zhao is a Shennong of the Heaven School, a scholar of the Xuantian Academy branch! Show respect!"
"And who are you, exactly?"
"I am Liu Sicheng, a Shennong of the Xuantian Academy!"
"Whatever."
"Let’s teach him some respect!"
"Stand down!"
The commotion below grew chaotic, with tempers flaring and fists flying. Even as academy enforcers arrived to restore order, the scene remained lively.
From the warship deck, Liu Tianning observed the situation with mild amusement. A soft chuckle escaped his lips.
"Zhao Xing, it seems you’ve been doing well these past years."
"I have achieved some results, Teacher," Zhao Xing replied modestly, though he didn’t downplay his accomplishments. Liu Tianning was well aware of his progress.
Works such as "New Essays on the Theory of Self and Natural Harmony" and "The Grand Zhou Celestial Cycle: A Study of Three Yin, Three Yang, and Six Qi" had already begun circulating widely. With the rebellion quelled, these treatises were destined for even broader dissemination, ensuring Zhao Xing’s fame would only grow.
"To secure the position of First Vice Dean at Shangluo Academy, I must overcome one final challenge," Liu Tianning remarked. "As my disciple, do you have the courage to face any trial?"
Zhao Xing smiled confidently. "In scholarship, I have prepared new theories. In martial arts, I am ready for a grand confrontation."
"Excellent!" Liu Tianning laughed heartily. "Let’s proceed!"
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