Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 815 Eyes flashing with swords and spears, hearts burning with hatred and enmity (Part 8)
Before Yong Ji walked out of the imperial city, everyone who saw his figure unconsciously made way for him.

Since taking the stage, all the heroes who fought against him have been seriously injured. No one has been able to stop that sword technique of unknown origin. That eye has spread across half of his face, and no matter who it looks at, it gives people a feeling of being pierced through.

This Prince Yan, who has never appeared in public before, truly made a name for himself.

Having reached the stage of the sixteen-person showdown, he still shows no sign of being defeated. Tomorrow's first match against Akiji will be the first time he faces one of the top five names.

After Zhao Jiajia failed, people could only place their hopes on the few names listed earlier.

Yong Ji took a pair of cards from the feather guard, glanced at them a few times, held them in his hand, and boarded the waiting carriage.

Yong Ji sat down beside him, and the sword and halberd clattered twice as they were thrown to the ground.

"Zhao Jiajia seems to be a good stone; 'Zheng' has awakened to 70%." The man inside said.

Yong Ji nodded: "I thought we'd have to wait until tomorrow."

He took the clothes handed to him by the waiter and put them on. Yong Bei watched him from the side and said, "You're not like me."

"Not as strong as you?"

“Not as volatile as me.” Yong Bei touched his left eye, which was still not quite used to, and the carriage started moving. “And indeed, not as bloodthirsty as me. When you were young, I made you kill many people and sent you to fight tough and desperate battles, but now it seems that no matter how realistic the desperate situations I create are, they are always a step away from reality.”

“I know that as long as I am in the North, I will not die,” Yong Ji said. “Even after we arrive in the capital, I know that as long as you are still alive, I will not die.”

"Yes. So now, you have to face the one and only exception."

Yong Ji didn't speak, but lowered his head to wipe the blood off his body.

“I did my best and gave you a chance to live.” Yong Bei looked at him. “Yue Muzhou’s death shaped him into who he is today. He should have died in Fenghuai, in Xincang Mountain, in Bowang, in Kongtong, in Yujiantai… but he survived them all. That’s where you can’t beat him. It doesn’t have much to do with realm or immortal authority.”

“Whoever has a stronger heart will be able to grasp greater power,” Yong Ji said. “That’s what you always say.”

“Hmm.” Yongbei looked at him. “But even dogs can kill a tiger.”

"You call a junior a tiger, but you yourself are just a dog," Yong Ji said calmly.

"I say you are a dog, a tiger father and a dog son."

"Talking about me is talking about you."

"The appearance is not mine, nor is the body. The one who fought alongside Li Yao, Wei Qingju, and Shang Wujin in the Northern Wilderness and stormed into the Zichen Palace with his halberd is me." Yong Bei looked at him. "Similarly, the one who has grown up over the past eighteen years is you. You are just a sapling in a greenhouse. I have tried my best to mold you, to make you incomparably strong and without any weaknesses. No genius from any sect is your match... But when you encounter someone like Pei Ye, the gap inevitably becomes apparent."

"what kind of person?"

"People like Yue Muzhou, people like Wei Qingju, people like His Majesty..."

"Someone like you?"

Yong Bei remained silent for a moment: "I am not."

Yong Ji looked at him.

Yongbei lifted the curtain and looked at the passing street scene: "You will be a ruler, but some people can change the world."

Yong Ji withdrew his gaze and wiped the blood-stained tip of his spear: "The first time I saw him in the Illusion Tower, I wanted to kill him."

Yong Bei chuckled: "You treat him as a major enemy, but he probably only sees you as an extra to me."

Yong Ji wiped the sharp tip of his spear and continued, "Tomorrow, Zheng's fighting spirit will be fully awakened. I've also mastered swordsmanship and 'Unrestrained.' If I can defeat him, will I no longer be someone you've created?"

Yongbei remained silent for a long time: "If you can beat him, then perhaps in the future, you will live and I will die."

"Anyway, I've given you everything I could," he said.

……

……

After the four of them finished their meal, they strolled around the garden for a while.

Xiuwen Hall doesn't have any fancy pavilions or towers, but it occupies a large area with a lake, forests, and many small pavilions and large rocks for people to rest on.

Ying Suyu and Li Xizhou walked in front, while Pei Ye and Jiang Yin'er walked behind. Ying Suyu said, "The Mountain and Sea Blood is a body-refining technique that the Northern Lands learned from the Northern Wilderness. It has a long history, probably several thousand years. Before the Central Plains' magic and sword techniques were transmitted there, the people there relied on this to fight against the Wilderness people."

“There are thousands of types of blood from mountains and seas, but they can all be classified into eight categories, which correspond to the eight offspring of the Wild People. The Wild People take the awakening and stimulation of the bloodline of mountains and seas as their unique path of cultivation. Although they also have meridian trees and true qi, they have few inheritances of swordsmanship and true qi techniques.” Ying Suyu said, “Among them, three categories are Hou, Zhu Yan and Zheng.”

Pei Ye asked, "Is it possible to activate three bloodlines simultaneously?"

Ying Suyu shook his head: "As far as the Wilderness people are concerned, apart from the Eight Descendants who are born with one of the eight bloodlines, they can usually only activate one of the bloodlines under a certain system, and then continuously purify and go back to reach the top of a certain bloodline. Among the Wilderness people, there are those who possess multiple bloodlines of mountains and seas, all of whom are in the same bloodline. But if one has already reached the top of this system and then touches other bloodlines, it is considered a desecration of the sacred in the Northern Wilderness, and it is a taboo."

"That Yongji..."

“So he lost his human right arm,” Ying Suyu said. “We Southerners don’t care about those things. Every kind of mountain and sea blood has its own wonders. Northern cultivators often pursue obtaining more mountain and sea blood. But absorbing mountain and sea blood is an extremely dangerous thing.”

"Are the physiques of southerners different from those of barbarians?" Pei Ye asked.

Ying Suyu shook his head: "Not entirely. It is true that the physique of the wild people is stronger and more likely to withstand the damage of the blood of mountains and seas. Northern cultivators do not have this talent and often suffer bone damage. But the real key is that each person is suitable to accommodate different types of blood of mountains and seas."

Are there differences in affinity?

“Yes. If a barbarian has the talent to awaken their bloodline, they will have a priest divine the bloodline to identify the bloodline suitable for awakening, and then prepare the corresponding medicine to activate it. But the Southern people have not fully mastered this ritual. Sometimes, when the bloodline is injected, they either die suddenly or suffer a fate worse than death,” Ying Suyu said. “Moreover, there is a world of difference between being born with the potential and being injected later.”

Pei Ye nodded slowly.

“The three divine bloods within Yong Ji’s body must have been obtained by Yong Bei during the Northern Wilderness War and reside within him,” Ying Suyu said. “Yong Ji can obviously only control one of the ‘Hou’ types, and there is still a lot of untapped potential. ‘Zhu Yan’ is more of a hidden power than a revealed one. But in order to enhance his power in a short period of time, Yong Bei also injected him with ‘Zheng’.”

"So it's a miracle you didn't die," Pei Ye said calmly.

"Having lived in the Northern Wilderness for decades, the Prince of Yan's Mansion naturally has a level of understanding of the Mountain and Sea Blood technique that some people cannot match," Ying Suyu said. "This kind of secret technique may come at a great cost, but unfortunately, you will be facing it at its most powerful moment."

Pei Ye nodded: "It's alright. Senior Ying, do you know anything about their extraordinary abilities?"

Ying Suyu looked at Li Xizhou.

“Each type of blood from mountains and seas can strengthen the body. Among them, the Hou qi is deep red and governs qi, blood and bones, making the body invincible and incredibly strong,” Li Xizhou said. “The Zhu Yan qi is white and governs cunning and insight. I know little about this blood, but it can greatly enhance the ability to break illusions and sword techniques.”

"As for the Zheng bloodline, it is associated with sharpness and combat. Those with Zheng blood are rare, but they all have exceptionally keen senses and extremely fast reactions, like natural-born warriors. I think Yongbei infused this bloodline into Yongji precisely to counter your talent in life-and-death battles."

Pei Ye pondered silently, then quietly nodded.

After their conversation, it was already late, so Ying Suyu and Jiang Yin'er stayed at the inn. Pei Ye and Li Xizhou watched them enter the courtyard before returning to the small building side by side.

The two ladies had already lit gentle candles. Although the night sky was dark, the stars and moon were clearly visible, and one could imagine that tomorrow would be another fine day.

“If you have other ideas about the layout, we can change it at the last minute.” Li Xizhou tilted his head.

Pei Ye shook his head: "It's good that it's normal. I really want to test my skills against Yu Lin properly."

Li Xizhou said, "I thought you were really in a hurry to kill him."

Pei Ye smiled and said, "It won't be a matter of just a few matches. Even if he loses, he still has the martial arts examination to take."

“The remaining six martial arts graduates may not want to fight you,” Li Xizhou chuckled.

Pei Ye did not speak.

"We've only talked about Yong Ji for a long time. Tomorrow's first match is against Yu Qing," Li Xizhou said.

Pei Ye was slightly taken aback: "He didn't really make a move today, we'll just have to deal with him when the time comes."

He didn't care much. "Okay." Li Xizhou thought for a moment, "When you win the martial arts exam, I want to tie a jade belt for you on the Winter Sword Platform. Which dress do you like?"

Pei Ye was slightly surprised: "Wasn't that given by the 'princess'? Do you still count now?"

"What are you saying? I don't count."

“I thought you were already the crown prince and wouldn’t do this,” Pei Ye said.

Li Xizhou laughed: "Then who do you want to be in the department? I'll go and talk to them."

"..." Pei Ye thought for a moment and smiled, "Then you're better off. Li Wuyan probably couldn't reach it even if he stood on tiptoe."

"And there's Cannan too."

"We're not even familiar with each other."

“And there’s Youlong.”

"...I'm afraid she'll stab me in the back later."

Li Xizhou smiled and said, "Youlong is very grateful to you."

Pei Ye took a deep breath and looked out at the vast night sky. Even though it was late at night, the lights and bustling activity at Dongjiantai could still be seen in the distance.

Li Xizhou opened the cabinet, poured two glasses of wine, and handed them to him.

Pei Ye took it and met the woman's bright eyes in the night. She pursed her lips and didn't say a word.

The two wine cups clinked together, and each person drank them dry.

"Go to bed early."

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Pei Ye put down his wine cup, turned and left.

……

……

The weather is clear and clear.

On the last day of Feather Scale, the crowd reached its peak, but the atmosphere became much more solemn.

People no longer just looked towards the Winter Sword Platform repeatedly, but also frequently turned their gazes to the north.

The imperial guards stood in a solemn array, their blue robes billowing, while the emperor and his officials sat there.

A man in black robes sat slightly below him, his expression blank, his eyebrows like frost-covered halberds.

The name naturally came to mind—King Yongbei of Yan.

Many faces that hadn't appeared in the previous two days have also shown up here; some have been seen by people, while others have remained out of sight.

The schedule and matchups were announced yesterday, displayed prominently in front of the Imperial City and then spread throughout the capital.

The sixteen people were divided into two groups, North and South, with eight people in each group. One person from each group was chosen to compete against each other.

The champion, of course, cannot afford to lose a single match, so the final winner will be the champion of this year's competition. As for the other rankings, a second round will be held depending on the circumstances.

Therefore, since the division and matchups were determined last night, there has been a lot of discussion.

The eight people from the South District are: Luwei, Lizhi, Qiusi, Qunfei, Meijianxi, Yangzhenbing, Yongji, and Liangyanni.

The eight people from the North District are: Tianmu, He Yaoyao, Pei Ye, Yan Feiqing, Yu Qing, Ji Zhuowu, Shang Yunning, and Ji Jiuying.

The most anticipated and hottest topic of debate in the capital city for the past few days has been these names.

Anyone who has watched the previous Linshi examinations would not doubt that Tianmu will still hold the top spot this year, but there are always new viewers who are curious about this matter and believe that this year's examination will be different from the last.

Dongting Luwei has never revealed its true strength, yet it has never lost a single sword match.

He Yaoyao looks so quiet and gentle, but can she really defeat so many people and take third place when she uses a sword?
[Bai Hai] Qiu Si stood in front of Yong Ji. He was indeed the number one of the Three Mountains Floating Rafts this generation, eight places higher than Zhao Jiajia in the previous round. People should believe in his strength, but whenever they recalled that figure with arms like a demon, and that sword strike as fast as a god, they couldn't help but worry about him.

Perhaps only when he reaches Tianmu will this prince stop.

Only the disciples of the Three Mountains Floating Raft firmly believed in their senior brother.

Yu Qing revealed his identity as the successor of "Beimingyu" yesterday, which has caused a stir in the capital. He may not win the championship, but can he compete with Luwei?

As for Mei Jianxi, a young man of Yunlang's generation, he seemed to be largely ignored.

The three chimes begin in the south.

The matchups for the first round are clear and reasonable: Luwei vs. Liang Yanni, Li Zhi vs. Mei Jianxi; Qunfei vs. Yang Zhenbing, and Yongji vs. Qiusi.

Luwei and Liang Yanni took the stage.

Pei Ye sat with Yan Feiqing and Yang Zhenbing.

“You’re in the third match,” Pei Ye said, tilting her head. “Don’t feel pressured. This guy just likes to talk to people when he’s fighting, so just ignore him.”

Yang Zhenbing nodded seriously: "Yes."

Yan Feiqing said calmly, "Speaking makes you seem confident and at ease, but you actually think you've won against her."

He glanced at Yang Zhenbing again: "Don't feel pressured. You definitely can't beat her anyway."

Yang Zhenbing looked at the field, ignoring his question: "Who will win this match?"

Yan Feiqing glanced at it: "Five moves."

Pei Ye said, "At least fifteen moves."

Yan Feiqing said calmly, "You don't understand swordsmanship."

Then the three watched as the match ended amidst cheers, lasting seventeen rounds.

Yan Feiqing frowned: "Release the water."

Pei Ye said, "You don't understand deer tails."

Yang Zhenbing looked down and asked, "Who will win this match?"

"do not know."

"do not know."

Pei Ye tilted her head at Yan Feiqing: "We're in the same area, who are you going to fight?"

Yan Feiqing unfolded the note.

The sign reads: The North District Matchups: Tianmu vs. Ji Jiuying, Yan Feiqing vs. Shang Yunning, Pei Ye vs. Yu Qing, and He Yaoyao vs. Ji Zhuowu.

"If you win, Shang Yun Ning will fight Tian Mu?" Pei Ye said, slightly surprised.

“He can’t win,” Yang Zhenbing said.

(End of this chapter)