Chapter 47: Destroy the Nine Clan, the Great Rebel
"Eight hundred points of white Dao Yun, nothing cannot be reflected! No destiny cannot be changed!"
In a moment of excitement, Ji Yuan actually felt so heroic.
The Emperor's Dao Diagram shook endlessly, emitting infinite brilliance.
Several lines of ancient handwriting emerged one by one.
【Destiny Master】:【Ji Yuan】
【Chart】:【Unfinished (missing main luck)】
[Fate]: [Unsuccessful (lack of lucky gods and evil gods)]
[Fate number]: [One green, four white and one gray, the capital of Dingzhong]
【Eagle Vision(Green)】
【Qiyong (white)】
[Dragon Spirit and Tiger Fierce (White)]
[Reinforced Iron Bone (White)]
[Shooting Arts (White)]
[Death (gray)]
Ji Yuan scanned his destiny, and "stars" of different colors were embedded in the void, illuminating the world of the scroll.
Among them, the one with the most radiance is none other than [Eagle Vision].
And the one that is teetering, as if it will fall at any time, is [unexpected death].
“Finally able to get rid of it!”
Ji Yuan's first reaction was to use the fate of "violent death".
It is too dangerous to keep it here to provoke villains and attract trouble.
It is impossible to be so tough all the time and be able to survive one difficulty after another.
I don’t have Pei Silang’s green destiny [turning misfortunes into good fortune].
"Erase it directly? Or choose to advance?"
But Ji Yuan quickly fell into deep thought.
After changing my destiny several times.
He gradually figured out some tricks.
It is also the same as burning the Tao Aggregate, but the cost of erasing the destiny is less.
But the results obtained are random and full of uncertainty.
It’s a matter of earning money based on luck.
Advanced fortunes cost more, but they are also more convenient and trouble-free, and there are not so many changing factors.
"If you want to be more adventurous, you can actually follow the experience of drawing cards in the previous life. Choose to draw a single shot first to see how your luck is. If it doesn't work, try to guarantee it."
Ji Yuan's eyes flashed, and he prioritized erasing it.
Because if you choose a satisfactory destiny, you will save unnecessary consumption of advancement.
After thinking carefully for a moment, he thought together, and a total of four hundred points of white Tao Yun were captured out of thin air.
Like throwing a lot of fuel wood into a stove, clusters of rich light burst out.
In the blink of an eye, three white destiny numbers formed——
[Execute (white)]: [Wen is the noble prince, and Wu is in charge of the three armies. He is a talented general and rebels against thieves. Because they are easily tabooed by the emperor, they often harm the nine tribes.]
Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows. The martial arts in this world can reach the gods.
It may be an exaggeration to say that one sword can stop a million divisions, but it is no lie that one person can form an army.
That saint who had been in seclusion for twenty years was the most powerful person in Xuanzhou.
Dare to rebel?
Do you want to die?
Ji Yuan consciously felt that he was not tired of living yet.
Actively ignore this seemingly good white destiny.
[Da Ni (White)]: [A hero in troubled times, with the appearance of a treacherous hero, and a domineering air in his words and deeds. He is extremely convincing and willing to follow him. If he wins, he will be able to control the dragon in the sky; if he loses, he will die without a burial place]
"It's endless, isn't it?!"
A trace of anger flashed in Ji Yuan's eyes.
The troubled times haven’t arrived yet?
Even if you want to rebel.
We have to wait for the saint to pass away and the prince to succeed to the throne. It will be difficult for the vassal king to decide!
"The devil knows what will happen in the future. If a saint gets his certificate of release and becomes immortal, if he chooses this destiny, wouldn't he be asking for his own death?"
Ji Yuan shook his head repeatedly and continued reading.
[Good Death (White)]: [There are five blessings in Buddhism, which are longevity, wealth, peace, good virtue, and a good death. This is the rarest one. If you get it, you can enjoy your life and die in peace]
"Fortunately, fortunately, in the end, this destiny was very satisfactory and I was not disappointed."
Ji Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The bet is a win!
These four hundred points of Tao Yuan were not wasted.
Immediately, my mind turned to the white destiny number [Good Death], and I was sure to select it.
The other two fates were extinguished one after another and disappeared.
Afterwards, the [Hengde] in the Huangtian Dao Diagram turned into a meteorite and fell down with a bang.
Boom!
An invisible loud noise echoed in the sea of consciousness, and the transformation was completed!
Huangtian Daotu’s fate evaluation also suddenly changed——
[One green and five hundred, the capital of Ding Shang]
"Finally, the big stone weighing on my heart has been removed."
Ji Yuan opened his eyes, and after erasing the gray fate of "horrible death", he didn't have any specific feelings.
It's just that my mind feels lighter, as if a heavy burden has been lifted, and my thoughts are more lively.
As for whether there will be fluctuations in luck, that's not something he can sense.
Immediately, the Huangtian Dao Diagram shook, revealing a line of ancient handwriting——
[The life master refines four more white lives, and the cumulative evaluation reaches above C, and the first stage of the life chart can be activated]
"Ten fate numbers, with an evaluation of C or above, can they form a 'fate'?"
Ji Yuan was startled, and then his thoughts wandered.
"It seems that we need to look for more opportunities, make rubbings, refine them, grab new lives, and collect ten as soon as possible.
But what exactly does ‘fate’ mean? What kind of changes can it bring? These are not yet clear.
Legendary figures who have left their names in history throughout the ages are often given the title of "stars in the sky" or "reincarnations of immortals and gods". They are born different from the common people.
Could it be... that he has a special fate? He is transcendent from those mediocre people who have only a few fates and are gray in color?"
After thinking for a moment, Ji Yuan put away his distracting thoughts.
He exhausted all his energy and stirred up the Emperor's Dao Diagram, reflecting all the items on his body.
Including the family martial arts "Iron Cloth Shirt" placed on the table, and the Hundred Refined Sword slung around the waist.
The destiny is manifested and the handwriting emerges——
[Exercise method]: [Iron cloth shirt (gray)]
[Status]: [Can be advanced]
[Iron Crotch Kung Fu (Gray)]
[Long Yin Iron Cloth Shirt (White)]
[Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu (Green)]
"The next game of "Dragon Roar Iron Shirt" will push Henglian to the extreme..."
Ji Yuan was a little hesitant. In his heart, he still yearned for the swordsman in white clothes, the swordsman who killed people and cut grass.
I always feel like my image is a bit lacking as a tough and arrogant man.
[Item]: [Hundred Refined Sword (Gray)]
[Status]: [Can be advanced]
[Hengdao Chirui (white)]
[Machete Full Moon (Green)]
[Tiandao Wuming (Unknown)]
"Except for the Sky Splitting Palm, which evolved into a sword technique, I still don't have any serious martial arts to master weapons."
Ji Yuan was a little regretful. Most of the Fusi people in Beizhen were armed with swords, unless they were good at using swords.
He took a few glances and found that he had neither advanced martial arts nor upgraded weapons. These were not things that were urgently needed at the moment.
After that, I tried to advance my destiny.
[Eagle Vision] cannot be shaken naturally, and [Qi Courage] is not enough for Dao Yun.
As for the two fortunes of [Dragon Spirit, Tiger Fierce] and [Archery], although they can be improved again, they cannot condense the cyan luster.
"From this point of view, it is better to make rubbings than to advance. There are still four lives left before the fate will be formed."
Ji Yuan left 400 points of white Tao Yun and did not continue to use it.
Because he was overly aroused by the Emperor's Dao Diagram, his mind fell into exhaustion.
I washed myself hastily, put away all my belongings, and fell asleep.
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…
In the inner city, there are thousands of houses near Xuanwumen.
Lin Lu, who was as round as a ball, stood outside the flower hall with his hands hanging down.
He didn't dare to sit down first and waited for the adult to finish practicing.
About halfway through the incense stick, a young man with sinister eyebrows stepped out.
"You look so ugly, what bad news do you have to report?"
He glanced at Lin Lu and asked lightly.
"Sir Qianhu, that boy Ji Yuan not only got into the martial arts hall, but also... won the first place in the preliminary examination!
Yang Xiu, the righteous son of Liang Kingdom who was mentioned before, was no match for him at all!
Rumor has it that Ji Jiulang can draw an iron bow with his strength, and his energy can penetrate an arrow target five hundred paces away. He is so powerful!"
Lin Lu's fat face was pale and frightened.
The way he treated Ji Yuan before, if he allowed the other party to gain the upper hand, he would probably be left with nothing to lose.
"Why are you so panicked? The first test is archery, and then there will be horse racing, two arenas, and military battles between the various workshops... Where are we now?"
The young man looked dismissively, tapped his fingers on the table, and said in a serious tone:
"Indeed, the mud-legged guy from Liaodong has been very popular recently, and his name has spread to Heilongtai. It won't be long before even the commander will remember him.
But Fatty Lin, you have to understand that the higher you climb, the harder you fall.
General Zongda's most dangerous incident was when he almost lost his life, but do you still remember which incident it was?"
Lin Lu scratched his head and looked silly. When had he ever paid attention to this?
The young man looked unhappy and snorted:
"It is not a nine-state competition to compete for the top spot in martial arts, but a four-way competition for martial arts success.
General Zongda fought against General Zhong Xungui alone for seventeen consecutive battles. In the eighteenth battle, he ran out of energy and was almost killed on the spot by the Yangwu Hou family.
So don't be anxious, take your time and watch, there will always be a time when his muddy legs can't hold on."
Hearing Master Qianhu say this, Lin Lu breathed a sigh of relief.
"By the way, I have another thing to ask you to come over today."
The young man raised his eyebrows and said softly:
"I had a conversation with Lan Laoer once, and he was willing to support using Yujiazhuang's substantial wealth to support me in competing for the position of commander.
This man is very knowledgeable and knows when to hug his thighs. He paid six thousand taels of silver yesterday and begged me to teach him a top-grade martial arts."
Lin Lu's heart skipped a beat and he whispered:
"Sir Qianhu, the martial arts redeemed by Heilongtai cannot be... taught to others in private. This is a rule.
Unless you have made great achievements, it can be listed as a family heirloom."
The young man seemed a little impatient and scolded:
"Why are you as courageous as a mouse? The saint is in seclusion, and the governor is his protector. Heilongtai is not the commander of the two yamen in the north and south, and we, the governors of thousands of households.
Ao Jing has a lazy temperament, he eats and drinks all day long, and practices martial arts enthusiastically. Needless to say, Song Baiyu is a master who is always afraid of getting into trouble.
So what about the rules? Even if I break them, who can check me? Who dares to check me!
No one will seek trouble from us for this matter."