Beginning with the Five Animals Fist to Become a Saint

Chapter 931 The Second King of Reincarnation in the World! The Two Kings of the North!

Outside the Taiji Hall.

With the end of the morning assembly.

The civil and military officials left in twos and threes.

Compared to the reserved discussions of the civil officials, the military officials were much more unrestrained.

Xiang Yuan strode ahead, with his arm around a burly general.

"Come on, come on, let's go back to the manor and have a good drink! Brother Jiang will surely return victorious from his trip to the north. Let's go drink and celebrate his success!"

The burly general grinned: "King Wu is right! Yesterday, King Luoshui single-handedly retreated from the danger of the Five Sacred Mountains, and today he is heading north to defend against the barbarians. I admire his heroic spirit to the core! That old bastard King Zhuanlun, relying on the remaining power of that deity from the Great Snow Mountain, really thinks he's someone important? He'll see how long he can be arrogant after meeting King Luoshui!"

"Haha, that's exactly right!" A young military officer also chimed in, "I saw King Luoshui's rainbow transformation technique with my own eyes. It covered tens of thousands of miles in an instant. It was simply divine! No matter how strong King Zhuanlun is, can he be stronger than those two heavenly soldiers?"

"Even the heavenly soldiers couldn't defeat the King of Luoshui, so what is the King of Reincarnation!" Xiang Yuan waved his hand. "Come on, let's drink to our hearts' content today, and not leave until we're drunk!"

The military officers laughed and thronged around Xiang Yuan as they walked toward the palace gate, creating a lively atmosphere.

Behind them, Li Xiang slowed his pace and walked alongside Xiao Wuque.

Looking at the enthusiastic and relaxed state of the military officers ahead, Prime Minister Li sighed with some concern.

"Why does Prime Minister Li sigh?" Xiao Wuque asked.

"I'm just a little worried!" Li Xiang looked towards the northern horizon, gazing in the direction where Jiang Ning had just disappeared.

"Is Prime Minister Li worried that the King of Luoshui is not as strong as the Northern Barbarian National Preceptor, King Lunzhuan, and will not be able to resolve the crisis in Tianque City?" Xiao Wuque said with a faint smile.

"With the departure of the King of Luoshui, I am not worried about the danger to Tianque City," Prime Minister Li shook his head.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wuque raised an eyebrow and looked at Prime Minister Li beside him with some surprise: "Prime Minister Li actually trusts the strength of the Prince of Luoshui so much?"

"I naturally trust the strength of the King of Luoshui," Prime Minister Li said slowly, his tone heavy with emotion. "Yesterday he resolved the crisis in the Five Mountains Prefecture. As far as I know, he also fought Huangtian Daoist to a draw. A few days ago, he also managed to escape unscathed from two Heavenly Soldiers. In the entire world, apart from that one, no one can surpass him in this skill. Although King Zhuanlun is also ranked second in the world, in terms of foundation and resources, he may not be stronger than Huangtian Daoist, and should be inferior to the current strength of the King of Luoshui. Therefore, what I am worried about has never been King Zhuanlun himself."

Xiao Wuque stopped completely.

He turned around, looked at Li Xiang, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes: "Li Xiang means... the Great Snow Mountain?"

Li Xiang nodded, his gaze deep: "The memorial clearly states that before coming to Tianque City, King Zhuanlun went to the Great Snow Mountain. King Zhenbei fought with him and was wounded in one exchange, and it was also stated that this person carries the aura of that god."

He paused, lowering his voice even further: "That deity is enshrined atop the Great Snow Mountain, and for over eight hundred years has never stepped out of the divine realm. Back then, the Martial Saint himself made a trip to the Great Snow Mountain, and upon returning, he abandoned the idea of ​​annihilating the Northern Barbarians, allowing them to continue their existence on the grasslands to this day. Lord Xiao should understand the significance of this."

Xiao Wuque was silent for a moment, then his expression turned serious: "Prime Minister Li, are you saying that the deity is currently plotting something?"

“This is exactly what I’m worried about.” Prime Minister Li looked toward the northern horizon, his tone filled with deep concern. “The aura of that deity has appeared on King Yama, something that has never happened in over eight hundred years. If King Yama had simply gained some good fortune, that would be one thing. But if that being from the Great Snow Mountain has begun to actively bestow power upon the mortal realm, it means that its schemes may have reached a critical juncture.”

He turned his head and looked at Xiao Wuque: "Although the Martial Saint can suppress the world, after so many years, no one knows how much longer he can last. As for that god of the Great Snow Mountain, he is said to be 'never broken' and 'has his own divine domain.' If he really starts to make plans, this Northern Barbarian Rebellion will probably be far more than just the gains and losses of Tianque City."

After listening, Xiao Wuque slowly nodded in agreement.

He had just thought about this matter, and it coincided with Prime Minister Li's current thoughts.

"What Prime Minister Li is thinking is exactly what I was thinking!"

"These are turbulent times!" Li Xiang murmured, gazing at the unreadable sky in the distance. "I wonder what state the Martial Saint is in now!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wuque remained silent.

Although Li Xiang seemed to be talking to himself at this moment, he knew that Li Xiang wanted to get some information about the Martial Saint from him.

Because he was the last disciple of the Martial Saint, and was once considered the most likely successor to reach the level of the Martial Saint.

However, with the sudden emergence of Jiang Ning, this idea has gradually faded from his memory.

Few people mention this label anymore, a compliment to him.

But his identity remained unchanged; he was the last disciple of the Martial Saint, and also the youngest of all the disciples.

Of all those in the court who truly understands the current state of the Martial Saint, only he does.

at the same time.

Li Xiang secretly observed Xiao Wuque for a moment, and seeing that Xiao Wuque did not speak again, he sighed inwardly.

After that, the two said no more and walked slowly side by side toward the palace gate.

Tianque City.

Located at the very top of a mountain, this place was once known as Tianque Mountain.

The city occupies the upper part of the mountain, as if someone had cut the mountain in half in the distant past, thus creating a vast and flat area.

In the heart of Tianque City lies a vast lake.

The water area within the city alone accounts for approximately one-fifth of the total area of ​​Tianque City.

Outside Tianque City, there was a flat, sloping terrain, with no tall trees on it, as they had all been cut down.

This has been the case for so many years.

It was early morning.

It seems that dawn comes later in the north.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated.

Suddenly, a figure appeared silently in the sky above Tianque City.

The visitor was none other than Jiang Ning.

He came from the capital and arrived above Tianque City in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Of the thirty-six prefectures in the nine provinces of the Great Xia, the capital of Jingzhao Prefecture was located more in the north of the Great Xia.

It's closer to go from the capital to the far north than to the far south.

At this moment, Jiang Ning hovered above Tianque City, looking down at the scene below. With the thought that had just crossed his mind, the entire Tianque City appeared in his mind.

He had already locked onto the two most powerful auras in the city.

He recognized one of the auras very well; it was none other than the Northern Cang King, with whom he had previously had contact in the capital.

As for the other equally powerful aura, it's not hard to guess.

"Having the two of them together would save some trouble!" The thought flashed through his mind.

Then, he looked up at the outside of the city.

There is a small hill in each of the four directions outside the city: east, south, west, and north.

At this moment, these small hills are covered with a continuous stretch of camps.

Densely packed, covering the mountains and fields, forming a continuous expanse, it was extremely frightening.

"No wonder they've come out in full force, the so-called Northern Barbarians!" Jiang Ning thought with a hint of amazement.

Then, his senses spread outwards, reaching in all directions.

In an instant, the entire Northern Barbarian army was enveloped by his mind, and he found the one he was looking for: a bald lama dressed in a purple-red robe.

At this moment, the bald lama was sitting cross-legged on a futon covered with a snow wolf skin.

He was tall and strong, with a ruddy complexion, thick eyebrows like knives, and his eyes were closed. A faint golden halo flowed around his body.

His breathing was long and steady, and with each exhale, it seemed to resonate with the heavens and the earth, and there was a sense of wind and thunder surging between his breaths.

Jiang Ning also sensed a special aura emanating from this person.

It was as vast and profound as an abyss, far more expansive and deep than the two auras he had just sensed in Tianque City.

"The King of Reincarnation!" he murmured to himself, "He received a gift from the gods of the Great Snow Mountain; he possesses the aura of a deity!"

He felt a sense of unease.

Judging from his aura, this King of Reincarnation felt no less powerful than the Yellow Heaven Taoist he had met in Xisha County.

It left him somewhat confused and unable to figure out the truth.

at the same time.

The bald lama suddenly opened his eyes.

As he opened his eyes, a golden light flashed within them, and a swirling golden Dharma wheel appeared deep within them.

The air around them suddenly froze, there was no wind inside the tent, but the tent curtains billowed violently for a moment.

His gaze was fixed on the direction of Tianque City, his eyes seemingly able to ignore the obstruction of the tent and see the vast sky outside.

"Strange, it's completely empty!" he muttered, his tone somewhat surprised.

Reflected in his pupils was the vast sky outside.

At this moment, Jiang Ning had already disappeared from the sky above Tianque City.

Deep within a mansion in Tianque City.

Inside the council chamber, candlelight flickered.

In the northern mornings, especially on the mountainsides, the sky is often obscured by a thin mist, making the light somewhat hazy.

Two imposing figures sat facing each other, with a detailed map of the northern lands spread out on a large blue stone table between them. The map was densely marked with the locations and numbers of various barbarian tribes, as well as several possible attack routes.

Sitting on the left was a burly man in his fifties, with a dark complexion and sharp, hawk-like eyes.

He was wearing a set of dark soft armor, which could not cover his body, revealing the rough skin underneath.

This person is none other than Xu Zhen, the Prince of Zhenbei, one of the two kings of the North.

Sitting on the right was a middle-aged man with a dignified and square face, who was none other than the Northern Cang King, who had recently returned from the capital.

At this moment, his face still showed signs of exhaustion. The pain of losing his son was like a dull knife cutting into his flesh, tormenting his mind every day.

"Brother Xu, who do you think the Great Xia will send?" the Northern Cang King asked, his voice hoarse.

Prince Xu Zhen of Zhenbei shook his head, his gaze fixed on the map before him: "The memorial has been sent out for several days now, and according to the timeline, it will take at least two or three days to get a response. Moreover, in my opinion, there aren't many people in the court who are willing to take on this hot potato."

"Hmph!" Upon hearing this, the Northern Cang King snorted coldly, his tone quite emotional. "If no one comes to our aid, I will abandon this city! They don't care; the two of us can't stop that Northern Barbarian Grand Preceptor! But leaving won't be difficult!"

"You want to abandon the city?!" Zhenbei King Xu Zhen raised his eyes and looked at Beicang King.

"Why not?" King Bei Cang said coldly, "There is no other choice. Does Brother Xu intend to be buried along with Tianque City?"

Upon hearing this, Prince Xu Zhen of Zhenbei frowned, then said, "If we abandon the city, Tianque City will surely fall, and the gateways to the thirty-six prefectures of the Nine Provinces will be opened. The Northern Barbarian army will then advance unimpeded, and we will be sinners for all time, forever infamous!"

“Resistance, does it really make any difference?” King Bei Cang asked rhetorically. “Brother Xu has personally experienced the strength of the Northern Barbarian National Preceptor, King Zhuanlun. How do you compare to him? If King Zhuanlun wanted to break through the city now, could you and I stop him? The only reason we are still sitting here is because that Northern Barbarian National Preceptor doesn’t want to break through the city yet! Their schemes are not as simple as they seem!”

At this point, the King of Northern Cang chuckled self-deprecatingly and said, "Brother Xu and I spent the whole night studying this map, but it was all in vain! Faced with such an overwhelming disparity in strength, everything we did was in vain."

Upon hearing these words, the Prince of Zhenbei fell silent.

He knew that what the King of Northern Cang said was true.

The truth he didn't want to admit.

He had personally experienced the power of the Northern Barbarian National Preceptor, King Lunzhuan.

It was much stronger than he had anticipated.

He never expected that he would be defeated in the first encounter after getting to this point.

If that Northern Barbarian Grand Preceptor hadn't had other schemes, he would have been able to take his life back then.

He also understood that all his efforts were in vain in the face of such a vast disparity in strength.

But having spent his entire life ruling the North, as one of the two kings of the North, he considered all the people of the North his subjects, who revered him as a god and offered him great sacrifices.

He couldn't bear to, nor did he want to, end up being infamous for all time and leaving a bad name in history.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind. The Prince of Zhenbei clenched his fists, remaining silent, but his face was filled with a variety of expressions that kept changing.

Just then.

The Northern Cang King suddenly looked up, his body instantly tensing like a bow.

At the same time, Xu Zhen suddenly came to his senses and stood up abruptly.

The two powerful auras, like startled beasts, simultaneously locked onto the direction of the council hall entrance.

There, a figure had appeared sometime earlier.

The man was dressed in a dark dragon robe with a jade belt around his waist. He was tall and slender, with a youthful face and a calm and composed demeanor that belied his age.

He stood quietly outside the threshold, as if he had been there for a long time, or as if he had just appeared there.

The guards in the mansion did not issue any warnings, and the entire mansion continued to operate as usual.

This figure appeared silently within the perception range of the two peak first-grade experts.

Upon seeing this figure, the Northern Cang King's pupils shrank dramatically.

The Prince of Zhenbei stared intently at the figure at the door, his eyes gleaming like lightning, the veins on his arms bulging, like a beast poised to pounce.

The man calmly stepped across the threshold and into the council chamber, meeting the two men's piercing gazes.

Only then did the King of Northern Cang slowly speak, uttering each word clearly.

"King of Luo-Shui, Jiangning!"

Upon hearing these five words, the Prince of Zhenbei's pupils dilated.

Even though he was in the North, he had heard this name countless times.

But only now did he truly see Jiang Ning's true colors. (End of Chapter)