Rewrite the myth and become the Taoist!

Chapter 320 Summoning the Gods and Saints of the Heavens, The Calamity of Death, and the Eeyah Ancestor!

"Feiyan Thirteen?"

"Hmph, this mere江湖子 (jianghu brat) dares to challenge the overlord with his meager swordsmanship; he's courting death!"

The Jin warrior retreated three hundred paces, sneering at the young man with the broken sword amidst the knights. He assumed Fei Yan Shisan was a "wandering knight" recruited by "Prince Yuan, Xiang Wenlong."

[But do you think you can dominate the world with low-level fighting skills?]

This is an era of "hegemonic nations," where the power of the individual is often insignificant.

"Thunder Array!!"

The warriors of Jin raised their arms and shouted, their three thousand cavalrymen, each wielding their weapons, instantly united in a single, unified force.

【Clang—】

A metallic hiss echoed across the battlefield as the Thunder Prison Blades in the hands of the Jin warriors suddenly disintegrated into countless arcs of electricity. These leaping blue-purple lightning bolts intertwined and coiled in the air, instantly reforming into a colossal thunderbird with a wingspan of ten zhang.

【"cracking--!"】

[The Thunderbird War Spirit flapped its wings and cried out, its flapping wings causing a change in the celestial phenomena. Dark clouds, as black as ink, surged in from all directions, and lightning bolts, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, were drawn towards the pair of wings that blotted out the sky.]

The ground beneath the samurai's feet began to tremble, and tiny pebbles, defying gravity, floated up and turned to dust in the electromagnetic field.

[The approaching lightning was reflected in Fei Yan Shisan's pupils. His face remained unchanged. Having broken through the limits of life and death, he had reached the realm of Sword Saint.]

"A mere mortal swordsman..." The Jin warrior, riding a thunderbird, looked down and sneered, "I'll see how you contend with the battle spirits formed from the iron will of three thousand!"

"Traitor! Surrender now!!"

This is an era where sages have vanished.

The profound techniques of the various schools of thought in the Martial Arts Hall crumbled before the iron-blooded battle formations of the military strategists. Born into a military family, he had honed his skills in battle formations and warfare since childhood. His three thousand elite soldiers, having fought countless battles, once crushed a martial arts expert at the second level of the "Raising an Army" realm!

[Those who are not the first generation of weapon masters cannot unleash their spiritual weapon domain. Who can withstand this domineering battle tactic that "gathers the power of the masses and shakes heaven and earth"?]

[Feiyan Thirteen felt a pressure—this was the unique crushing force of willpower inherent in battle formations, crushing the enemy's courage before the battle even began.]

"The Breeze Breathing Technique—The Suffocating Breeze!"

[Feiyan Thirteen's long hair danced wildly, her whole body bursting with dazzling silver light, and she slowly raised her broken sword—]

[The world came to a standstill!]

The howling wind suddenly froze, the air seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and the airflow within a hundred feet radius collapsed wildly, transforming into a suffocating storm powerful enough to crush mountains!

【boom--! ! ! 】

[The thunderbird shrieked, its wings flapping wildly, unleashing a torrent of lightning. A suffocating storm swept upwards, shredding the lightning and tearing through the clouds! In the instant these two immense forces of heaven and earth clashed, the earth cracked, shockwaves exploded, and soldiers within a thousand feet were swept away like falling leaves!]

The Jin warrior's pupils constricted sharply; even the Thunderbird, his battle spirit, was forced back by this single sword strike!

[This person, with a mortal body, actually manipulates the power of heaven and earth?!]

[—He's the first generation of the Weapon Master?! He already possesses such strength before even unleashing his Spirit Weapon Domain…]

The Jin warriors stared at the young man behind Fei Yan Thirteen, "Xiang Ji, the eldest son of King Yuan," caught in a dilemma.

"It's Young Master Xiang Ji! It's Young Master Xiang Ji!"

Dust billowed in the distance as a troop of Yuan cavalry rolled in like a black tide.

"The situation cannot be changed, retreat!"

The Jin warriors waved goodbye and withdrew their troops. The thunderbird craned its neck and shrieked, then flapped its massive wings and sped away.

"Uncle..." Xiang Ji watched the figure galloping towards him—it was his father's good friend, Le Lang. His tense nerves finally relaxed, his vision blurred, and his body lurched forward uncontrollably.

In the final moments before his consciousness completely sank into darkness, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in his ears—Main quest triggered!

"You deserve to die! I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

……

……

A faint medicinal scent lingered in the air.

Xiang Ji's eyelashes trembled slightly as he slowly opened his heavy eyelids. Beside him stood his maid, Xue'er, who stood guard over him.

"Young Master is awake!"

[A clear, joyful voice rang out, and the maid Xue'er immediately bent down. Her eyes were slightly red, clearly she had been watching over him for a long time. Seeing him awake, she finally showed a relieved smile.]

"You've been unconscious for three days and three nights..."

"Cough cough, it's nothing now."

Xiang Ji straightened up and comforted the maid Xue'er. His memories from two lifetimes overlapped; the cruelty and darkness he experienced at the age of nine made him even more resilient than he had been for the past thirty years.

In this precarious situation, Xiang Ji only wanted to quickly explore his cheat-like abilities. He closed his eyes, silently reciting the main quest message he had received before falling unconscious.

……

[Mythical Holy Emperor - ? ? Heavenly Dao Custom Edition]

[Name: Xiang Ji (Real Name: Ning Xunqiu)]

[Realm: Mortal (First Blood, Uncondensed Source Blood)]

[Martial Arts Skill: Yuan Dynasty Gentleman's Sword (Beginner)]

[Achievement: The Rise of the Hidden Dragon]

[Main Quest: Become a monarch and gain one chance to randomly summon a golden mythical figure.]

……

【"gold?"】

The world Xiang Ji transmigrated to is a bit abnormal. It's far from human habitats, in the wilderness, where strange beasts, ferocious monsters, demons, and all sorts of bizarre alien races roam the mountains.

[Humans occupy the land of spiritual veins. Based on the combat power of the "Commanders of the Army" he had personally witnessed, those armies of hundreds of thousands could cause the earth to shake and the mountains to tremble as easily as eating and drinking.]

This world, at its most powerful, is a world of cultivation—no, a world of mythology. The other day, when two dominant nations fought, it wouldn't be surprising if the sky collapsed and a hole appeared.

[A mere mortal like him is just a roadside figure; he might easily be crushed to death by the aftershocks of a falling object.]

After a pause, Xiang Ji asked in his mind, "What level of mythical figure is Fei Yan Thirteen?"

[Mythical Holy Emperor - ? ? Heavenly Dao Custom Edition is responding... A book titled "Hidden Edge Sword" appears in Xiang Ji's mind. As the pages turn, he observes, from an outsider's perspective, a boy named A Feng gradually transforms into the renowned swordsman Fei Yan Shisan.]

……

[Character: Fei Yan Thirteen (Purple)]

[Realm: Unity of Heaven and Man - Seven Star Sword Saint]

[Martial Arts Techniques: Breeze Breathing Technique, Sword Drawing Technique, Seven Swords of the Vertical and Horizontal Range, Suffocating Wind...]

[Comment: One sword slays man, one sword vanquishes demon, one sword conceals its edge—unparalleled under heaven.]

……

"White, blue, purple, red, and gold."

Xiang Ji stared at the illusory bronze roulette wheel that appeared in his mind, the "Flying Swallow Thirteen" card, wreathed in purple light, slowly spinning. His pupils contracted slightly—this powerful figure, whose sword strike could command the might of heaven and earth, was only considered a "purple card"?

[That "gold" that surpasses it.]

[The Monkey King? The Three Pure Ones?]

Xiang Ji's Adam's apple bobbed. As long as he could complete the main quest and summon a divine being of that celestial realm, what was there to fear in this chaotic world of warring states not carving a bloody path through?

[Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it.] [Xiang Ji quickly embraced his identity as a "Prince of the Warring States Period." Regardless, since he couldn't resist, he could only enjoy this messed-up life.]

The problem is, the main quest is stuck, how can a mere nine-year-old child become the ruler of a country?

Xiang Ji gave a slight smirk.

His father is in his prime and still alive.

[The best course of action now is to prioritize the well-being of the father and the son, and ideally, to recruit a few "Flying Swallow Thirteen" characters from among the "Holy Emperors" to protect ourselves.]

[Meanwhile, Xiang Ji was researching his cheat ability and figuring out how to replicate this experience.]

Xue'er gently massaged Xiang Ji's temples, her gaze sweeping over the solitary figure outside the window, a sense of doubt rising in her heart.

[Outside the doorway, under the eaves, stood the mysterious figure who called himself "Flying Swallow Thirteen," cradling a broken sword. The lingering sword energy emanating from him shredded the falling leaves into dust.]

[One man mobilized the power of heaven and earth to repel three thousand cavalry from the Jin state.]

[Second level of martial arts, the realm of raising troops!]

[No matter what one of these feats the Martial Father of the world accomplishes, he will be a guest of honor among the kings and dukes of all nations.]

While Xiang Ji was unconscious, Xue'er already knew that this person was not one of Yue Lang's subordinates.

Xue'er and Xiang Ji have known each other since they were six years old, and have relied on each other for survival. She has no idea that the young master has secretly made friends with such a hero; there must be something fishy about this.

[Xue'er concealed this secret from Xiang Ji. She gave Le Lang a different story: Fei Yan Shisan's son, an old friend of Xiang Ji's, had received a favor from him, and her secret protection of Xiang Ji was an act of repaying that debt.]

Upon hearing this, Le Lang exclaimed, "Traveling a thousand miles to uphold justice, slaying thunder and breaking through enemy lines, Fei Yan Thirteen, truly a hero!"

Beautiful women, fine wine, silver, spiritual seeds, fine horses, precious armor...

Le Lang took a great liking to this young man.

[Feiyan Shisan remained unmoved by Yue Lang's attempts to win her over, and her attitude deepened Xue'er's doubts.]

Fei Yan entered the room and saw a face that bore a striking resemblance to "Mr. Qingshan" in his memory. He smiled and bowed to Xiang Ji, saying, "Sir, it's been a long time."

[“Me?” Xiang Ji was puzzled, but his expression remained unchanged.]

[Xiang Ji pondered for a moment, assuming it was a memory implantation. The Holy Emperor had conjured up a character out of thin air and placed him in this unfamiliar place, requiring the character to pledge loyalty to him. Therefore, he had to create an interaction between himself and Fei Yan Thirteen.]

Fei Yan Thirteen did not investigate further; the master had been reincarnated and did not yet recognize his disciple.

Xiang Ji chatted idly with Fei Yan Thirteen, because Fei Yan Thirteen was from another realm, and her cultivation was comparable to a second-level martial artist, but she had not yet raised an army.

Xiang Ji was overjoyed. He used Fei Yan Thirteen's swordsmanship to raise an army and forge his own natal spirit weapon, truly making him an unparalleled genius.

Xiang Ji had already prepared for the worst, in case the system's main quest got stuck.

[This Flying Swallow Thirteen is his greatest asset in this world.]

Seven days later, Xiang Ji's injuries improved somewhat, and Le Lang led Xiang Ji and his party to the capital of Yuan. Knowing he couldn't escape, Xiang Ji deliberately revealed his location, and the Jin knights abandoned their pursuit of his mother.

[The mother has safely returned to the father, Xiang Wenlong.]

However, Lelong has another piece of bad news.

Over the past three years, Yuan King Xiang Wenlong has married and taken concubines. This February, a son was born to him. Xiang Ji's younger brother is named Xiang Yong. His mother is the elder sister of Zhuang Jun, the military leader of Yuan, and is known for her strong-willed nature.

This is precisely why Le Lang and his group were so eager to welcome back "Xiang Ji." Although Le Lang and his associates were advisors to Yuan King Xiang Wenlong, offering them advice and investments during his time in obscurity, they still suffered losses against the major powers of the Yuan Kingdom.

[Having suffered greatly from the oppression of the Yuan dynasty's aristocratic groups, they finally remembered Xiang Ji.]

Having grown up surrounded by learned people, Xiang Ji could guess some of his uncle Le Lang's thoughts. He was grateful to this uncle who had taken good care of him and was willing to listen to him, even if it meant being his tool.

As for feelings? That's all.

The journey back to the Yuan Dynasty was not smooth.

Lady Zhuang, Xiang Yong's mother, felt that her son's position was threatened by the son of a dancer, so she dispatched a team of guards and assassins to intercept and kill Xiang Ji.

How could an ordinary samurai possibly defeat Fei Yan Shisan?

[The clash of swords, the scheming and plotting, were all annihilated by Fei Yan Thirteen.]

……

[In a secluded courtyard of the Zhuang family in the Yuan Kingdom.]

"Useless! All of you are useless!" Madam Zhuang overturned the table. "You can't even kill a bastard born to a dancer?"

The black-clad assassin, kneeling on the ground, trembled: "Madam, what about Fei Yan Thirteen's sword?"

"Shut up!" Madam Zhuang gritted her teeth. "Go! Go to Dingnan County and deliver my brother's message to the garrison commander, Nangong—make him take action personally!"

"My son, Xiang Yong, is the rightful heir to the Yuan Kingdom! We must not allow that bastard to return to the capital alive!"

……

At the end of the official road, a cloud of blood-red dust suddenly rose on the horizon.

[Feiyan Thirteen's hand, resting on her sword, suddenly tensed, and the broken sword hummed. Xiang Ji looked up—on a distant cliff, a figure clad in black armor was slowly drawing a nine-ringed broadsword.]

[“General Nangong of Dingnan County” Le Lang frowned slightly, “Be careful, he is a powerful expert at the Military Command Realm!”]

"Finally, a worthy opponent has arrived..." Fei Yan Shisan stepped forward, her broken sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

[After half an incense stick's time, Fei Yan Thirteen returned unharmed, having retrieved General Nangong's head.]

At this moment, Xiang Ji also heard a notification from Heaven.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations, Holy Emperor, on successfully overcoming nine "tribulations" and gaining one chance to draw a mythical figure. Would you like to draw immediately?]

[Xiang Ji returned to his room and immediately drew a mythological figure.]

【"Buzz—"

A phantom bronze wheel spun wildly on his retina, causing Xiang Ji's pupils to contract sharply, reflecting the dazzling golden light flowing across the wheel.

[Some fragmented images, like fleeting glimpses—]

[On the withered wooden throne, the young man in the Taoist robe lowered his eyes and smiled softly.]

A jet-black crow soars from the valley, its wings spreading and transforming into a blazing sun.

A domineering man with a giant black bell atop his head, its tolling shattering the stars into dust, battles a grey dragon against a chaotic demon god wielding a halberd.

The final scene freezes atop Cliff Mountain, where a figure in a green robe smiles as he faces a sky full of countless gods and Buddhas, slowly unfurling a star map in his hand, causing billions of stars to light up simultaneously.

"These are the golden figures..."

Xiang Ji was breathing heavily.

[On the card where it finally came to rest, a red figure, less than three feet tall, was fast asleep, clutching a purple-gold gourd, from which nectar dripped.]

"A red card? A cultivator?" Xiang Ji was satisfied.

[The next moment.]

A ginseng doll in a red Taoist robe fell onto the table. Realizing something was wrong, it opened its eyes and looked around groggily.

【“Eeya?”】

Suddenly, three emerald-green ginseng leaves burst open on its head, and its round, bright eyes widened. Its chubby fingers grabbed Xiang Ji's collar, shaking it with a cute yet fierce expression.

"Kid, where did you come from to serve your ancestor?"

……

(End of this chapter)