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Chapter 108: 87, 88. Blind “Crown Prince”, Season Spring is Unsentintal, Cause and Effect are Inevitable (Major Chapter – Subscription Request) _4

Chapter 108: 87, 88. Blind “Crown Prince”, Season Spring is Unsentintal, Cause and Effect are Inevitable (Major Chapter – Subscription Request) _4

Song Cheng pinched three sticks of incense and placed them in the incense burner in the ancestral hall.

The incense smoke curled up, rising steadily and smoothly.

Song Cheng returned to his mat and respectfully kowtowed three tis.

With those bows, he beca one of Shanhe Martial Arts Hall’s own.

If one considered Shanhe Martial Arts Hall as Hanping Prefecture’s “Imperial Family,” then he had just joined the “Imperial Family.”

As a result, he would possess the “Qi Realm Technique” and “Legitimate and Justifiable.”

The forr would allow his strength to step into the long-desired Qi Realm.

And a large number of Remaining Points would allow him to reach Perfection imdiately upon stepping in.

The latter would enable him to root himself better here.

He would not be ostracized or targeted.

After all, Shanhe Martial Arts Hall was essentially the ruler of Hanping Prefecture.

Moreover, his affiliation wasn’t just with Shanhe Martial Arts Hall but also with Pearl Mountain Taoist Temple.

To say “Crown Prince of Hanping Prefecture” was not an exaggeration.

The utility of a title was significant.

Without a title, you could only kill, move from killing to more killing, until you reached a dead end, with everyone branding you a rebel.

With a title, all you need is to strike decisively at key monts, and not only will you not be a rebel, but you’ll also be a great hero, respected by thousands.

Song Cheng knew a little about these matters.

So, the mont he finished bowing, he knew his family’s security in Hanping Prefecture had increased.

And the Great Hall Master was imnsely pleased.

After the ceremony, with many witnesses present and the young man’s character evident, Tie Zhenyi gave the young man a bear hug.

“Junior brother!”

“Senior brother!”

The two laughed heartily.

The Great Hall Master then took Song Cheng around, introducing him to everyone.

The great battle had paused, and many high-ranking figures from various branches of the Martial Arts Hall had returned, though they might not stay long as everyone was aware that this year’s Ghost Tide could be exceptionally fierce.

These high-ranking figures were here to gather resources, firstly for their own cultivation, and secondly, to foster new talent locally.

The pace of cultivation with resources versus without them is different.

This was also a coincidence, as the high-ranking officials of the Shanhe Martial Arts Hall could gather together to witness Song Cheng’s Entry Level ceremony.

“Co, co, co, this is the Great Elder, Pang Facai. Sounds rustic, right? Rustic is good, haha.”

Song Cheng hurriedly got up, wanting to show respect, but the Great Hall Master stopped him with a gesture.

The Great Hall Master shouted, “Sa generation, why bother with formalities? Just call him Senior Brother.”

Great Elder Pang laughed heartily, “Junior brother, don’t be a stranger. Once you’re in Shanhe Martial Arts Hall, we are all family.”

Song Cheng smiled and said, “Yes, Senior Brother Pang.”

Great Elder Pang knew this young man was no ordinary person; otherwise, the Great Hall Master wouldn’t have been so eager to initiate him. Seeing his mannerly response, void of the arrogance typical of successful youths, Great Elder Pang felt even more fondly towards him.

The Great Hall Master continued introducing:

“This is Second Elder, Ling Han, you know him.”

“This is Third Elder, Duan Xin, the youngest Qi Realm Warrior of our Shanhe Martial Arts Hall.”

“Fourth Elder isn’t back yet, got a bit injured, he’s recuperating.”

“This is the External Affairs Envoy, Yuan Qianke.”

“External Affairs Envoy, Hong Juguang.”

“Internal Affairs Envoy, Shi Zhongjian.”

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The Great Hall Master introduced one by one, White Cal Estate had two elders and four envoys for internal and external affairs, while Shanhe Martial Arts Hall had four elders, six envoys for internal affairs, and six for external affairs, effectively doubling the combined force.

After the Entry Level ceremony, the Great Hall Master dispatched ssengers on fast horses to inform all forces under Shanhe Martial Arts Hall stationed in the towns of Hanping Prefecture of the significant changes within the sect, ensuring they all recognized Song Cheng’s existence and treated him with respect in the future.

Once everything was settled, he took Song Cheng deep into Shanhe Martial Arts Hall and solemnly took out a manual.

“Junior brother, the hallmark Cultivation Technique of our martial hall, nad ‘Broken Mountain Spirit Blade Qi Secret Manual,’ if you wish to succeed it, you must make a solemn oath never to teach it to another, otherwise neither the Martial Arts World nor heaven and earth will tolerate it.

In our hall, only the hall master can transmit this technique.

Even if an Elder wishes to choose a successor, he must co to the hall and obtain the hall master’s consent to teach parts of it.”

Song Cheng solemnly swore on the spot.

Seeing his seriousness, the Great Hall Master felt satisfied. Noticing that his eyes could not see, he held the manual while reciting and explaining it, effectively passing on the technique.

Song Cheng listened silently, occasionally asking questions.

Thus, two days went by.

That night, Song Cheng returned to his room and suddenly noticed a change on his panel.

One glance, and he saw new information:

[Cultivation Technique]

Broken Mountain Spirit Blade Qi Secret Manual (Yellow Level Grade A) (Uninitiated (0/16))

He glanced again at his Remaining Points.

907 points.

‘Then…’

‘Max it out.’

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Ding Sigu filled his cup to the brim with wine.

He glanced around the empty tent.

In the corner cupboard, there lay a red dicine Pouch.

It belonged to Hong Liao, always carried with her.

But today, she hadn’t taken it.

Ding Sigu’s eyes were red, but his gaze was clear.

Since becoming “Mr. Ding,” he had been living a life of dissipation for a long ti, so much so that anyone would think he was content with his surroundings.

And this, naturally, was to lull those who might be watching him into complacency.

Or perhaps, such scrutiny never existed, as he never showed any cracks.

At that mont, he fixated on the red dicine Pouch, his mind racing with thoughts: today was the day the Great Barbarian King and the Four Golden Tents gathered here to drink.

Hong Liao was the shaman of the Valley Wolf Clan.

A “shaman” not only used herbal dicine for healing but also utilized so magical, special herbs to create dicinally potent powders with special functions, which were not necessarily ant for ingestion but could be used in the casting of “witchcraft.”