Dominating Martial King
Chapter 91 - 91 88 The Nine Offspring of the Dragon

91: Chapter 88: The Nine Offspring of the Dragon 91: Chapter 88: The Nine Offspring of the Dragon “So what?”

Chu Xisheng casually picked up a piece of braised pork and stuffed it into his mouth, oil dripping down his chin as he took a bite.

“Whether they like it or not, I’m set on getting that position of True Disciple.

They might not accept it at first, but after some time, they’ll get used to it.”

Chu Yunyun had already started eating.

Upon hearing this, her eyebrows lifted slightly and she looked over at Chu Xisheng with a touch of surprise in her eyes.

There was a domineering tone in his voice that had not been there before.

Just then, Chu Xisheng felt a slight disturbance and noticed a girl behind him walking too hastily, tripping over a raised stone brick on the ground.

He immediately turned around, helped the girl up, and with a quick reach, caught all three of the wooden bowls she had dropped.

Chu Xisheng’s actions were smooth and graceful, and not a single drop of soup spilled from the bowls in his hands.

This scene was witnessed by many, causing a stir in the dining hall, as the female Disciples around him looked over curiously and excitedly.

Chu Xisheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

In his field of vision, two fireworks went off, and his Martial Arts Points rose back to 58.

These must have been contributed by the many senior and junior sisters around.

Chu Xisheng thought that in the future, he should really put more effort into winning over the ladies.

They seemed easier to coax—no!

They were purer, more sincere.

However, as a counterpart to this, his Vengeful Blade Intent had also increased.

—Over three hundred Ninth Grade Martial Cultivators harbor evil intentions towards you, your Vengeful Blade Intent has been intensified to a weak yet strong intensity!

Chu Xisheng, with his hand on his Blood Refining Light Steel Saber, scanned the entire dining hall, then chose to ignore the various looks of resentment, jealousy, or admiration thrown his way.

One of the benefits of cultivating the Vengeful Blade Intent was that the more people who harbored evil intentions toward him, the stronger he became.

Keep glaring at me!

“Thank you, Senior Brother.”

The girl who fell into Chu Xisheng’s arms was about fifteen years old, with delicate features, and her face flushed red with embarrassment.

After standing up from Chu Xisheng’s embrace, she hurriedly thanked him, took the three wooden bowls, and then scurried away as if fleeing.

Chu Yunyun ignored the whole scene and continued eating her meal without a word.

Lu Luanti pursed her lips and jabbed her bowl harshly with her chopsticks.

—This jerk, always drawing butterflies to him!

Meanwhile, in another corner of the dining hall, Liu Xingruo withdrew his cold gaze from Chu Xisheng.

Beside him, a short-haired youth with a rugged face and stout figure was wolfing down his food.

“How are you considering it?” The short-haired youth glanced up at him while eating: “Right now, this Junior Brother Chu is in the limelight.

If we don’t show him his place, then at the next True Inheritor Examination, people like us might not even have a spot to stand.”

Liu Xingruo chuckled: “What’s there to consider?

He’s now the genuine Chief of the Inner Sect, and he’s killed Zhuang Hongfei on the Life and Death Arena and fended off Zhou Liangchen.

He’s bound to have a place in the end-of-year True Inheritor spots.

Such a talent—why should I go out of my way to offend him?

At worst, my ranking will drop by one place in this assessment; his matters are not my concern.”

Did these people think he, Liu Xingruo, was foolish enough to take the lead on this?

Previously, he did entertain the idea of teaching that guy a lesson, but after personally witnessing Chu Xisheng kill Zhuang Hongfei a few days ago, he squashed that thought.

One must look at a noble son in a new light if you haven’t seen him in three days.

The strength of Chu Xisheng was not what it had been a month before; his rapid progress in cultivation filled Liu with fear and trepidation.

“Brother Liu speaks poorly.”

The short-haired youth shook his head, disagreeing: “I’ve heard that the ranking of True Disciples differs by a single mark, and a year in age can mean different treatments in the Martial Arts Academy.

There will also be rankings from the Divine Sect for the Disciples, combining Outer, Inner, and True Inheritor in four ranks.

The difference of one rank now could mean a thousand miles of error in the future.

Thus, us Martial Cultivators must fight for every bit of opportunity, down to the smallest detail.”

Seeing that Liu Xingruo was still unmoved, he changed his tone: “Actually, Brother Liu doesn’t need to personally confront him and create a feud.

You should know about the Gathering Essence Array and its effects on condensing the Divine Sense, right?”

Liu Xingruo ‘hmm’ed with a hint of interest.

“I am aware of Brother Liu’s talent in the Divine Soul, and I would like to invite you to join us.

Let’s combine the strength of our fellow Disciples and confront him in the Gathering Essence Array.

If his Divine Soul is injured, his Nourishing Essence Skill won’t progress for two or three months.”

The short-haired youth had finished his meal and looked expectantly at him with a smile: “One of the conditions for the True Inheritor Examination is achieving the third level of perfection in the Nourishing Essence Skill, and he’s still far from it.

Brother Chu is young; delaying him for a year or two is no big deal.

What do you think, Brother Liu?”

Liu Xingruo gave a non-committal look and glanced sideways at Chu Xisheng again, recalling the previous real combat assessment when he was knocked out of the arena.

He put down his chopsticks and bowl, his gaze sharpening.

“Then what’s in it for me?”

He knew that the guy facing him had backers—it might be the Inner City Long Family, or it could be a son of a great family from the Martial Arts Academy, who was not pleased to see Chu Xisheng gaining prominence and thus sought to suppress him.

He had no intention of delving deeply; as long as there were sufficient benefits, he wouldn’t mind exerting some effort this time.

After lunch, Chu Xisheng returned to the storeroom courtyard with Chu Yunyun.

He originally had many questions to ask Chu Yunyun, but Lu Luanti followed them as well.

It wasn’t that she wanted to pester Chu Xisheng; she was discussing magic with Chu Yunyun.

Ever since the three Life and Death Arena battles at the Long Family, she no longer kept things to herself in front of Chu Yunyun and volunteered to guide her in cultivating magic.

Her family’s knowledge was indeed profound; the secret magic books she took out were treasures not seen in the Mage Institute.

The occasional few words she uttered were more incisive and helpful than the teaching of the instructors of the Mage Institute.

Chu Yunyun even spent an extra four hundred taels of patterned silver to switch to two foundation spells.

All because the spells Lu Luanti provided were more powerful and faster to cast.

Chu Xisheng, left with no choice, used the excuse of a nap to enter the virtual Illusion Realm and practice his swordsmanship alone.

Not until the afternoon, after Lu Luanti personally cooked a meal for the three of them and left contentedly, did Chu Xisheng finally get the chance to speak with Chu Yunyun.

“Yunyun, did you breakthrough to the Upper Ninth Grade?” Chu Xisheng curiously looked at her: “Which True Talisman did you condense?”

Chu Yunyun thought for a moment, then lifted her right hand.

A red flame formed in the palm of her hand and soon condensed into a small beast resembling a lion, playfully jumping and running in her palm.

It was like a lion cub that had just been born, full of curiosity about the world, looking here and there as it roamed.

“It’s one of the Nine Dragon Sons, the Suan Ni from within.”

Chu Yunyun looked at the palm of her hand, a smile appearing at the corner of her lips: “The foundation of my future spells will be centered around ‘Suan Ni,’ following the path of Imitation and Transformation.”

This spell was somewhat similar to the Divine Descent Technique, yet it had its differences.

The Divine Descent Technique involved invoking the actual divine spirit of ‘Suan Ni’ to reinforce oneself.

Imitation and Transformation, however, was about morphing one’s own mana into one of the Nine Dragon Sons, ‘Suan Ni.’

At first, its power would be weaker than Divine Descent Technique, but all of it was her own strength, not borrowed from elsewhere.

Chu Xisheng was startled as he looked at the young lion—it reminded him of the True Intent of the ‘Yang Flame Shura Sword’ from the seventh floor of the Library but infinitely more potent.

It contained extremely strong Yang Flame True Intent, yet it was vastly restrained.

Chu Xisheng involuntarily swallowed and said, “Is the Upper Ninth Grade Imitation Technique that powerful?”

Chu Yunyun smiled, brought her hands together, causing the Suan Ni in her palms to disperse into threads of flame and vanish without a trace.

“I possess the blood of the First Grade Golden Body, and First Grade Yang Flame True Intent.

Thus, the base spell I cultivate is naturally extraordinary.

That’s why I cannot use it in front of others yet.

I’m figuring out how to conceal the True Intent and make it ‘Return to the Truth,’ so that others won’t discern its power.”

Chu Xisheng’s eyelids twitched.

He had heard that ‘Returning to the Truth’ was a realm pursued by those on the Earthly and Heavenly Lists of Martial Cultivators.

How strong would a mana Suan Ni be when it ‘Returns to the Truth’?

He then gathered his thoughts and curiously asked, “But why choose Suan Ni instead of the Vermilion Bird or the Three-legged Golden Crow?

When it comes to Yang Flame techniques, surely those two Divine Birds are stronger.”

“There’s of course a reason for that.” Chu Yunyun glanced at him: “Suan Ni is a child of Pangu and shares the same lineage as our Human Clan.

While the Vermilion Bird and the Three-legged Golden Crow are also descendants of ancient Innate Divine Beings, there’s a layer of separation from us.”

Chu Xisheng blinked, puzzled, “Suan Ni is a child of Pangu?

There’s such a claim?

Isn’t it said that ‘Dragons have nine offspring, and Suan Ni is one of them’?”

Chu Yunyun chuckled lightly: “Pangu was a dragon, the ancient giant god Pangu was born from a dragon egg, raised by the Ancestor Yeen Dragon.

Our Human Clan claims to be descendants of the dragon, based on this origin.

While it’s true that when it comes to Yang Flame techniques, the Vermilion Bird and the Three-legged Golden Crow are undoubtedly stronger, but in terms of tracking ancestry and looking to the future, the Nine Dragon Sons are the true path.

These are the nine powers left in this world by our ancestor, Pangu.”

She then glanced at the backyard of Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall.

There lay their opportunities.

They were getting closer and closer to those two shape-shifted Suan Ni and the Vengeful Spirit Evil.

All that was needed was for Chu Xisheng to enter True Inheritance, and his Vengeful Blade Intent was bound to achieve great success.