After an unknown amount of time.
Chen Jiuyang slowly opened his eyes, a defiant aura that sought to shatter everything leaking from him.
Chen Jiuyang's understanding of the blade path deepened.
To his surprise, the residual dao charm from the jade slip's recorded images alone allowed him to comprehend blade intent.
The things from Jixia Academy were truly miraculous.
The old scholar spoke, "Since you have gained, let us depart."
With that, the old scholar beckoned again, and the jade slip in Chen Jiuyang's hand flew back into the great hall.
Chen Jiuyang looked at the Sword Holder of Longjing and said, "Esteemed Sword Holder, how much time has passed during my comprehension?"
The Sword Holder of Longjing replied, "Three days, not very long."
Chen Jiuyang was inwardly shaken; comprehending blade intent had taken three days.
The Sword Holder of Longjing said, "For the next few days, you will rest and comprehend in Longjing. In a while, you will go abroad to participate in the Asian Martial Rankings World Championship. Spend time with your family when you have the chance."
Chen Jiuyang nodded slowly, and then the Sword Holder of Longjing escorted him out of the Forbidden City Holy Land, out of the red walls.
Chen Jiuyang, dressed in luxurious black and gold python robes, walked through the streets. Longjing during the Spring Festival was filled with the vibrant atmosphere of human life.
Many shops were closed, replaced by numerous small stalls and vendors. People flowed by, creating a lively and peaceful scene.
"Sugar figures! Ten yuan for a painted sugar figure, delicious and not expensive! I can paint dragons and phoenixes!"
"Candied haws! Candied haws!"
Chen Jiuyang walked on foot to the outside of the Qian Wang Mansion in Longjing.
The residences of the Ten Kings in Longjing were all on the same street.
At the end of the street, near the red walls, were the residences of Prince Gong and Prince Yan. Following them was the mansion of Prince Qian, Chen Jiuyang.
Soldiers of the Qian Yuan Army stood at the entrance.
"Greetings, Prince Qian!"
The soldiers of the Qian Yuan Army saw Chen Jiuyang returning on foot and immediately saluted and shouted loudly.
Chen Jiuyang nodded slowly and walked into the mansion.
In the large courtyard, Yao Zixuan, Lin Yuexian, Ji Lengyue, and Qiu Yihan were practicing martial arts. Their techniques and movements were different, presenting a visually pleasing scene.
With Han Peiling's guidance, there was no need for Chen Biandao and Elder Han.
After all, a Venerable Realm ancestor was far more effective than a half-step Heavenly Realm expert.
Seeing Chen Jiuyang return, the few women wanted to stop, but under the supervision, they continued their practice.
Han Peiling looked at Chen Jiuyang, her eyes shining slightly, "Have you comprehended blade intent?"
Chen Jiuyang nodded slowly, "I've gained some."
Han Peiling nodded slowly, clicking her tongue in amazement, "In this environment with its restrictions, you can still grow so quickly. You might have a chance to break through to the Venerable Realm before you turn seventy."
"But before that, you must first prove yourself as a True King. Your physical body is at its extreme, and your combat power is unparalleled within the same realm. Breaking through to the Heavenly Realm will be difficult."
"True King?" Chen Jiuyang's expression stiffened.
"Indeed," Han Peiling said. "This world is divided into True Kings and False Kings. False Kings are those whose combat power has not reached the extreme, and they break through to the Heavenly Realm with the blessings of national destiny or martial rankings' fortune."
"In my era, Heavenly Realm experts were very common, but to enter the Venerable Realm required talent. In this era, resources are not lacking, but Heavenly Realm experts are few. Yet, I haven't seen a single True King."
"What is the difference between a True King and a False King?" Chen Jiuyang asked.
"Mortal and Spiritual," Han Peiling replied.
"The biggest difference is that if you break through to the Heavenly Realm in Qingzhu Village, then Qingzhu Village will transform from a mortal domain into a spiritual domain, and you will become the king of a domain. Those martial artists who have spent their entire lives at the sixth level of the Earth Realm can break through to the Heavenly Realm within your spiritual domain."
"Provided, of course, that you give your consent."
"Do you understand the difference between a False King and a True King now?" Han Peiling smiled slightly. "If you break through to become a True King, you can instantly form a powerful martial force."
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Chen Jiuyang's heart pounded violently.
If he could break through to become a True King, what fear would he have of the God Killing Hall and the Longevity Alliance?
He suppressed his excitement and asked Han Peiling, "May I ask, Ancestor, how can I discern whether I am on the path of a False King or a True King?"
"Isn't that simple?" Han Peiling chuckled. "The Book of Enfeoffment. If you don't write the Book of Enfeoffment and break through in Qingzhu Village, then you are on the True King path."
Chen Jiuyang nodded slowly.
Han Peiling said, "You used the Yan Sheng Saber. I've calculated for you, Ancestor. As long as you kill more people in this Asian Martial Rankings World Championship, plunder enough life essence and fortune, and feed back into the fortune of the Dragon Country, you will not be suppressed by the deficit of fortune and have a chance to break through to True King before the World Martial Rankings competition!"
"Tell me, Ancestor, do you want to break through to True King?"
Chen Jiuyang took a deep breath, his eyes filled with fervor. "Yes!"
If he could break through to become a True King, he could quickly raise a Heavenly Realm army for the Dragon Country.
Secondly, his few confidantes would also have the opportunity to break through to the Heavenly Realm.
Han Peiling revealed a sinister and brutal look, "Don't say I didn't guide you. In the Asian Martial Rankings competition, see one, kill one."
Han Peiling was originally a demonic path martial artist, and ancient demonic path martial artists were always cruel and merciless.
Chen Jiuyang said, "Good. Foreign martial artists are not of my Dragon Country. It's fine to see one and kill one."
"Hahaha!" Han Peiling suddenly burst into wild laughter, "Well said!"
"Those who are not of our kind will have different intentions, and they all deserve to die!"
Hearing Han Peiling's lecture to Chen Jiuyang, Chen Biandao and Elder Han's eyes also flickered.
With Chen Jiuyang's current combat power and talent, he truly had a chance to break through to the legendary True King and transform a mortal domain into a spiritual domain.
As long as Chen Jiuyang could carve out an unparalleled bloody path in the Asian Martial Rankings, he had a chance!
True King and False King, almost everyone knew this, but it was already difficult for anyone to be enfeoffed and enter the Heavenly Realm. No one dared to aspire to become a True King.
However, Chen Jiuyang was different! He had a chance!
Chen Jiuyang's talent was extremely high, his combat power had reached its extreme, he was titled Prince Qian of the Dragon Country, he had the backing of the Chen family of Shu Mountain and the Han clan of the demonic path, and most importantly, Chen Jiuyang was young enough! He was only twenty-three years old!
Don't rush, wait a little longer.
Chen Biandao and Elder Han took a deep breath, suppressing their emotions.
Over the next ten days or so, Chen Jiuyang practiced martial arts daily in the Qian Wang Mansion, honing his blade path, and then spent time with his four confidantes.
In the Asian Martial Rankings competition, he could kill others, but if others were strong enough, they could also kill him!
If anything were to happen to Chen Jiuyang in the Asian Martial Rankings competition, at least each of his confidantes would leave behind his bloodline, ensuring the continuation of his lineage.
It was during this period that he and Ji Lengyue finally had physical intimacy, breaking through that barrier.
During this time, Chen Jiuyang felt as though he was living the most beautiful days of his life.
Time flew by, and it was time to depart for the Eastern Ying Country to participate in the Asian Martial Rankings competition.
Countless people were filled with nervousness and anticipation. The national destiny battle that occurred once every sixty years!
It was finally about to begin!