usenovelgroup Chapter 1 The Dragon: A Symbol of Emperors
Chapter 1 The Dragon: A Symbol of Emperors
Sheng Wansong transmigrated to a world that was both extraordinary and ordinary.
It is said to be extraordinary because this world has martial artists, immortal masters, as well as witchcraft, evil spirits, and demons.
It is considered ordinary because its extraordinary nature is not quite as extraordinary as it seems.
Martial artists cannot possess overwhelming power; even on the battlefield, they must be fully armed and wield weapons. Even martial arts masters can at most fight against ten thousand men; they cannot dominate the world single-handedly.
The immortal masters could exorcise evil spirits, divine merits, and also get stabbed twice in the back by the villagers' pitchforks.
Witchcraft and sorcery are considered extremely unacceptable and are universally condemned.
Most importantly, none of the above can achieve immortality; even using evil methods that involve blood-sucking and soul-devouring, it is extremely difficult to live past three hundred years old.
For Sheng Wansong, being born into this world, inheriting the family business and becoming a Celestial Dragon under the protection of his father, the current Grand Secretary, seemed to be the most appropriate option rather than diligently cultivating.
"Young master, it's time for your milk."
Katsu Mansong, who was less than 100 days old, was picked up by his wet nurse and fed plenty of nourishment.
"If all babies in the world were like young master, never crying or fussing, how much less worry would parents have to worry about?"
The young wet nurse covered him with a small blanket and then turned and left the bedroom.
Sheng Wansong closed his eyes and began to circulate the energy to digest the energy.
The fact that this world has a limited potential does not mean that the potential of the martial arts techniques brought by Sheng Wansong is limited.
His transmigration brought with him three cultivation techniques that he had illegally added by modifying data in his previous life's game.
"Sacred Heart Technique," taken from the "Storm Riders" series, possesses incredible power, especially adept at primordial spirit attacks, and also has various supernatural abilities such as eternal youth, immortality, and resurrection.
"Buddha's Palm" is a hybrid version of the Buddha's Palm from the world of Hong Kong comics. When it is good, it saves all living beings; when it is angry, it is like a heavenly Buddha descending to earth to kill evil and destroy demons.
"The Journey of the Emperor" is the supreme martial art of the Confucian school in the Pili series, which leads directly to the Six Heavens. The martial art is righteous and vast, with boundless power. If you master it to the extreme, you can even become a god or an immortal.
Sheng Wansong's day and night practice did not mean that he was particularly fond of martial arts or wanted to reach the pinnacle of martial arts.
The baby, however, had absolutely nothing to do except cultivate.
Without a cell phone or a TV, all I can do every day is stare at the ceiling and count the mold spots. I'd rather cultivate myself than live like this.
Besides, enjoying life also requires good health.
His father is the prime minister of the court. If he doesn't train his body well, how will he be able to act arrogantly and domineeringly in the future?
The "Sacred Heart Technique," a practice that provides abundant vitality, is most suitable for laying a foundation for the body.
Besides cultivating his skills, Sheng Wansong spends his days fantasizing about his wonderful future.
I've heard that there's a martial arts world in this world, so there must be demonic witches, Miao holy maidens, and Taoist nun heroines, right?
Where there's a celestial master, there's bound to be a beautiful and aloof mistress.
I wonder if Huang Rong even exists in this world...
The twenty-eighth concubine...
After all, he was just a baby. As he thought about it, Sheng Wansong drifted off to sleep again.
then.
"Jinling is no ordinary fish; it will transform into a dragon when it encounters favorable winds and clouds!"
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"Master, be careful what you say!"
"The dragon is a symbol of emperors!"
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Sheng Wansong opened his eyes groggily, looked around, and saw red ribbons and colorful decorations, a scene of celebration throughout the hall.
The "master" in front of his biological father, Lin Siwei, was dressed in plain clothes, with Buddhist beads around his neck and seven stars under his feet, resembling a Buddhist but not a Taoist.
The master smiled and said, "A monk does not lie."
Lin Siwei's fingers clenched until they turned white as he shouted sternly, "Gongsun Wang, I know you hold a grudge against me because of Xi'er, but to come uninvited and spout such arrogant words in front of all the officials is going too far!"
"Gongsun Wang, the Jade-Faced Bodhi, is the greatest diviner in the world."
"Legend has it that he was a descendant of Guiguzi, and his fortune-telling was never wrong throughout his life."
"It is said that General Ye's death was predetermined by fate, and he ordered 100,000 troops to surround his military tent, with 300 elite soldiers following him as guards. In the end, he could not escape his fate and perished in the heavenly lightning."
"If it is his decree... we must report it to the Emperor."
Hearing the discussions around him, Gongsun Wang's smile remained unchanged. He clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and said, "Now, Emperor Ying is unjust, a severe drought has descended upon the land, the White Lotus Sect is causing chaos within, demonic calamities are rampant, and foreign tribes are eyeing us covetously, with endless wars raging outside. The people are suffering terribly, and countless lives have been lost. At this critical juncture, the descent of the True Dragon is a blessing for the world. How can there be any talk of enmity?"
Something's not right.
Sheng Wansong closed his eyes again and began to circulate the "Sacred Heart Mantra".
Of the three ultimate techniques he possessed, "The Journey of the Heavenly Emperor" had the highest potential, but for an infant, the only means he could use was the mental attack method in the Sacred Heart Technique, the Sacred Heart Four Tribulations.
If something were to happen, at least he would have some ability to protect himself.
"Lord Lin, I just remembered I have important matters to attend to at home, so I'll take my leave now."
"Lord Lin, my wife is seriously ill, and I am worried about leaving her alone at home. I have already left the congratulatory gift, so I will take my leave now."
. . . . . .
Sheng Wansong, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. In worldly terms, it was a murderous aura.
"There's a murderous aura about him?!"
He opened his eyes and found himself back in his bedroom in the backyard.
Outside, wind and rain raged, rustling the leaves. Inside, it was pitch black, with only faint noises audible.
A flash of lightning revealed the man standing before him, wielding a short weapon—none other than his father in this life, Lin Siwei, the Grand Secretary of the Great Liang Dynasty!
"My son, don't blame me!"
"If you do not die, His Majesty will not be at ease, and the lives of nearly a hundred members of my Lin family will also be in danger."
The father's expression was solemn, his eyes revealing murderous intent.
The Sacred Heart's Four Tribulations: The Shocking Tribulation!
This martial art kills with its eyes, using divine light to intimidate the enemy's mind; if the difference in strength is large enough, it can destroy a person's soul and spirit.
Clang.
The short dagger in Lin Siwei's hand fell to the ground, and his murderous gaze momentarily went blank.
The sudden noise startled Sheng Wansong's birth mother, who was fast asleep beside him.
"Husband, what's wrong with you?!"
Lin Siwei gradually regained his senses and forced a smile at his wife, "Wan'er, it's me."
Even a tiger won't eat its cubs.
The old woman propped herself up, her face filled with sorrow as she stroked Sheng Wansong's soft little face, her eyes full of love. "How could my husband do such a thing that goes against the natural order?"
Sheng Wansong wholeheartedly agreed, looking pitifully at his mother.
Then I saw my mother get out of bed and pick up the dagger.
"The ruler is the guide for his subjects, and the husband is the guide for his wife. My husband, you are the pillar of the nation; you must not commit such a heinous act!"
Wan'er raised the dagger, tears streaming down her face: "I, your wife, will bear this sin for my husband!"
"No! I'll do it!"
Lin Siwei grabbed his wife's wrist, trying to wrest the dagger back.
Who are they trying to fool?! It's really unfortunate to have such nagging in-laws as your parents!
Sheng Wansong circulated his inner energy, his eyes gleaming with divine light, preparing to unleash the Astounding Calamity once more.
This time, however, he exerted all his strength, enough to cause the couple in front of him to go into shock and fall into a coma.
Suddenly heard.
"Ahhhhh!"
Suddenly, a piercing scream came from outside.
A dark and stormy night, perfect for murder.
The bedroom door was pushed open, and two guards who had been waiting at the door knelt down and said, "Lord Lin, there's an assassin!"
The couple stopped pushing each other. Lin Siwei, his face pale, saw the figures flashing by in the night rain and said with a bitter smile, "It seems His Majesty doesn't intend to give me a chance to prove myself."
He threw away the dagger, picked up his only son and placed him in the old guard's arms. "Uncle Ling, you are the most skilled in martial arts in the manor. Please protect my son and help him escape to safety."
Before Uncle Ling could speak, he continued, "Since His Majesty has already decided to kill, everyone in the Lin family is doomed. Only this child has a sliver of hope."
Mother Wan'er also bowed and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Uncle Ling."
"Your subordinate obeys!"
Duan Ling said no more, picked up Sheng Wansong and ran out of the house, then escaped into the courtyard through a secret passage under the cover of the night rain.
Not long after, the Lin family mansion was completely slaughtered by assassins, and blood flowed like a river.
The leader, his voice high-pitched, scanned the huddled group of people from the Sheng family mansion, frowning as he demanded, "Where is that bastard?"
Another man in black arrived: "Your Highness, your subordinate has discovered a secret passage beneath the dry well in the courtyard."
"Chase!"