Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 480: 278. Virtuous Wife, Sect System

Translator: 549690339

Xia Ji’s left hand reached out and grabbed the black object.

“It’s indeed different. I can capture a spirit body now.”

He casually stuffed the evil spirit back into the ground. The evil spirit that was summoned was so scared that its soul was gone. It ran away in a puff of smoke.

Xia Ji’s left hand returned to its original state. He went to the study again and opened the second book. This was also a mystic art. Xia Ji flipped to the last page. As expected, the blank page was also filled with words.

He read it carefully, and a black Skill Orb rose from his glabella again.

He used it directly and broke through to the tenth level.

At this moment, Miao Miao stopped writing and stretched lazily in the spring.

She looked tired and saw Xia Ji. ” Husband, you’re back. ”

“Miaomiao, how did you write the Xuan skill at the end?” Xia Ji asked.

Miao Miao said, ” While you were away, I came to the study to clean up and accidentally dropped a book. When I put it back, I flipped through it a few times. Suddenly, I felt that the book was a little incomplete, so I filled in what I was thinking. ‘

Xia Ji was confused.

Miao Miao said, ” I don’t know what happened either. Maybe it’s because you’ve been reading books and writing books all these years, and you’ve also been teaching me how to cultivate. Although I haven’t learned it, I’ve understood a lot of martial arts theory. Then, I thought about it a lot, and I got inspiration. ” Inspiration?

Xia Ji was a little stunned because this was not something that could be explained by spiritual perception. Even he himself could not do this. Lu Miaomiao saw Xia Ji’s silence and whispered in fear, “”Did I write it wrong…”

Xia Ji looked up and saw her exhausted face.

“That’s right,” he said.

“Don’t lie to me…

” I didn’t lie to you. You wrote it so well. Miaomiao, you’re really a treasure. ‘

Xia Ji took out a box of delicately-packaged skewers from his storage space. It was still warm. ” This is for you.

Lu Miaomiao grabbed the skewer and took a deep breath.”lt still tastes like it did a hundred years ago

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter passed year after year.

The manor had become old. The stone walls were mottled and the wooden chairs were broken. It was obvious that it had become an old house. In the study, the man and woman, who were still beautiful, sat opposite each other respectfully.

The two of them drank a pot of tea. If they finished it, they would take turns to refill the tea.

Reading and writing books became their common hobby.

Although his days were ordinary, Xia Ji had gained more and more tenth level mystic arts as time passed, which were also mystic arts at the Dharmakaya level.

Actually, this was already a BUG.

These numerous bugs were added to Xia Ji’s body, causing the avatar he could transform into to slowly surpass its original limits.

But contrary to him, not only did Lu Miaomiao fail to break through any realms, she was also starting to weaken. No matter what Xia Ji did, she could not recover.

This was not an illness, a curse of a mental nature, or any poison. Xia Ji had used all sorts of methods to examine it, but he did not find anything unusual.

He had also fed her many precious pills, but none of them were of any use.

It was as if Lu Miaomiao was slowly aging. Although her appearance did not change, she was more and more prone to fever and cold, and she began to sleep.

Although the land in Shangri-La had already been planted, Xia Ji still maintained the tradition of going out to buy supplies.

Whenever he went out, Xu Lingling and Xia Ji would stay with Miao Miao.

Time flew by.

Perhaps in ancient times, a hundred years was only a year.

After a hundred years, it felt like a year had passed.

Among Xia Ji’s many techniques, he had already broken through the tenth level of all the dark purple and above techniques.

And this gave him a third divine power besides the Flying Dagger and Yin Yang, the Seventy-two Transformations.

In short, he had many Dharmakayas because of his Xuan cultivation. Although they were not all Dharmakayas, his control over his body had reached a level that others could not imagine.

A quantitative change brought about a qualitative change.

This qualitative change was the Seventy-two Transformations.

The Seventy-Two Transformations could transform you into anything, but the corresponding duration was only one breath.

After you take a breath, you can become anything you want, be it a human, an animal, a mountain, a river, or even dust.

But after this breath, you will return to your original state.

This was an extremely powerful divine art.

Because of Little Su’s existence, Xia Ji’s understanding of the human world was not lacking.

The Great Zhou Dynasty had a far-reaching plan.

Xia Ji still remembered that when the dynasty was first established, not only did they build numbered cities, but they also provided free supplies to the residents and warriors who fought in the fire calamity.

Later on, they began to provide resources for the “Great Zhou martial artists” who were registered.

Following that, they began to divide the Great Zhou martial artists into nine levels. The higher the level, the more resources they would obtain.

Later on, after decades of settling down, the Great Zhou began to formulate rights and obligations for these martial artists. They also stipulated that they would serve in the military. Naturally, the martial artists would not agree.

However, at this time, the Great Zhou’s plan came out. This was because the Great Zhou had long “recruited” many martial artists with considerable influence and planted many spies from the Great Zhou. Therefore, this reform was actually successful.

But now, after several hundred years, the situation had changed once again.

The reason for the change was related to Little Su.

Little Su was now the only person standing at the top of the Country of Ice.

Or rather, she was the behind-the-scenes behind-the-scenes…

She was a friend of the young gods.

He was the first pope who wore a religious crown and a pontiff’s robe. Only his back was left as a mythical portrait in the Church of Wolves, Snakes, and

Death.

She was related to countless large factions, thousands of small countries, and the royal family of the Luosha Kingdom in the North. Or rather, she had helped the leaders of the factions and the kings undergo baptism when they were young. She was their godmother.

She had successfully created an ” invincible home ground ” area with the rmrelve Metal Statues, and established a transcendent behemoth in that area.

After that, she began to actively promote the sect system.

That was to say, those who had broken through to the 11th realm couldn’t work in the Imperial Dynasty and could only enter the sect.

As long as they entered the sect, they could not interfere with the operation of the mortal world’s Imperial Dynasty.

She was the one who set the rules.

Of course, this rule was the result of her discussion with Xia Ji.

For a moment, the Frost Kingdom was filled with vitality.

Obviously, the ‘sect system’ was more suitable for the development of the times than the original ‘imperial church system.’

The imperial power didn’t need a Dharmakaya expert to give orders, and the expert also needed a high and mighty environment for cultivation.

Birds of a feather flock together.

To a certain extent, you are no longer a mortal after breaking through to the eleventh realm.

This concept naturally spread to the Central Plains over time.

As time passed, the millions of eleventh realm martial artists who were originally “recruited” began to form groups to establish sects. This timing was also coincidental, and it happened to be when the Zhou Dynasty was weak.

As a result, the sect system was implemented in the Central Plains. However, it was not as clear as in the north. Instead, it was a mess, and there were even many internal conflicts.

As for the patriarchs, Xia Ji had met Su Tian when he went out once. Su Tian looked very busy.

Xia Ji asked her, but she didn’t say anything else. She only said that she couldn’t tell him about it.

Coincidentally, Xia Ji also encountered his tribulation cloud on the sea.

The tribulation cloud also flew away excitedly.contemporary romance

Xia Ji asked it, and the tribulation cloud only said that it was super busy, but it couldn’t say anything.

As time passed, Lu Miaomiao became weaker and weaker. She was as soft as a bone and could not stand the wind.

She rarely got out of bed every day, and every time she got out of bed, she had to be supported by someone.

One day, Xia Ji needed to buy supplies.

Miao Miao pulled him back and asked him to bring more skewers.

Xia Ji agreed.

He put on a hoodie as usual and walked to Jiangnan through the Inferno transit station. He took a ferry across the Changyi River and went to the capital of the Great Zhou, Feng Jing, to buy supplies.

It was now early autumn, and the smell of summer had not disappeared. Everything was still lush, but there was a hint of bleakness.

Xia Ji walked along the river bank. Early autumn was still the season of abundant water, so the turbid yellow river water surged eastward, hitting the long dragon dam for thousands of miles, making a loud sound. Suddenly, an extremely surprising voice came from behind him.

“Fellow Daoist Nanbei, you’re still alive?”

Xia Ji stopped in his tracks and calmly took out an ordinary mask from his chest pocket. He pressed it on his face and slowly turned around, only to see an old Taoist priest with a sage-like appearance behind him. The old Taoist priest smiled at him. ” Do you still recognize me? ”

“You’ve got the wrong person,” Xia Ji said lightly..

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