Chapter 601 Sky Crown, Sacred Bloodline

At this moment, deep in this ancient building complex, a magnificent and solemn mansion stands tall.

The vermilion lacquered door is extremely heavy, and above the door lintel hangs a huge plaque in dark ink, on which is engraved a huge ancient character - "Song" - in vigorous and simple brushwork.

Deep inside the mansion, in a quiet courtyard surrounded by strange rocks, exotic plants and rare ancient trees, a beautiful woman in a luxurious velvet robe and with graceful manners was walking slowly under the corridor.

Her face is so well maintained that one cannot tell her exact age; only the calmness and dignity that comes with the years can be seen.

However, what was most striking was not her gorgeous clothes or her face, but the object she wore on her head.

It was a glass cover that covered the entire upper part of her head, with smooth lines and crystal clearness.

This is definitely not ordinary glass. The material is like crystal and some kind of high-polymer energy crystal, emitting a very faint, almost invisible golden halo.

The surface is as smooth as a water drop, but one can vaguely see extremely fine golden threads of light like nerve veins slowly flowing inside.

The glass cover has an extremely respectable title - the Crown of the Sky.

It means turning the sky upside down on your head, and also means "people blessed by God".

In addition, the Sky Crown is not only a symbolic decoration, but also a shining pearl at the top of the Upper City’s technological pyramid.

Inside its "bringing" shell lies the crystallization of countless cutting-edge technologies.

It is the most perfect communicator. It can connect to the psychic communication network covering the entire upper city with just thought, without any physical movement.

It is a holographic interface. In the wearer's field of vision, endless streams of information can be superimposed and switched at any time - real-time data, environmental analysis, target tracking, holographic maps, and even other people's physiological information (as long as the authority is sufficient).

The world is transparent and analyzed in her eyes.

It is a portable supercomputer with a built-in quantum chip connected to the super brain terminal. It can process massive amounts of information instantly, assist in decision-making, and perform the most complex deductions and simulations.

It is an intelligent butler, connecting the IoT hub of the mansion and even the wider area, controlling the environment, network, robots, and more.

It is the ultimate armor, with an integrated energy shield generator that can be deployed within a fraction of a second of being attacked, creating a force field that is strong enough to resist bombardment from heavy energy weapons.

At the same time, it has powerful mental protection capabilities to resist mental prying and interference.

It is also a mark of identity: the manufacture, activation, and wearing of every "Sky Crown" must be approved by the highest authority in the Upper City - the Senate.

It is a pass that qualifies one to enter the core city for an audience...

Anyone who illegally possesses or wears the cards will be punished by winning the "Nine Clans Elimination Game".

Let me put it this way, the entire upper city with three walls and four rings, including all natural humans, modified humans, intelligent robots, new humans, etc., has a population of about tens of millions.

Among them, there are less than 1,000 people who are legally qualified to wear the "Crown of the Sky".

Among these less than a thousand people, 90% are concentrated in the twenty aristocratic families known as the "sacred bloodline".

The Song family is one of these twenty noble surnames.

Of course, even in the Song family, not everyone is eligible to obtain the "Sky Crown". The family members who can obtain the "Sky Crown" are all core figures of the family.

Either they have made significant contributions to the family, or they have passed the family's layers of assessment and stood out among their peers, or they have come in through marriage and have the support of their natal family, and the dowry is brought by their natal family.

The Song family ranks low among the sacred bloodlines, having only received thirty-four “Sky Crowns” in three hundred years.

But now, there are only twenty-two people in the clan who wear this crown. The other twelve died in the "Heavenly Disaster" not long ago.

Seven of the "Sky Crowns" were recovered along with the body and have now been re-enshrined in the Shuguan Pavilion, waiting for a new "God-blessed one".

The remaining five "Sky Crowns" were completely blown into pieces along with the remains.

You should know that according to the rules established by the Senate, once the "Sky Crown" is granted, it is allowed to be transferred privately, as long as it is re-registered.

This is the core city... The preferential treatment given to the sacred bloodline is the basis for them to maintain their rule.

But at the same time, once the "Sky Crown" is lost or damaged, it will not be reissued.

Behind this is the Core City's "boredom" with the sacred bloodline, which is the hidden force that drives them to fight against each other.

At this moment, the "Sky Crown" worn by this beautiful woman is a dowry for the marriage, which comes from her maternal clan, the Cao family.

The Cao family is one of the twenty sacred bloodlines, ranking above the Song family and in the middle.

The beautiful woman should be respectfully called Song Cao. She is the wife of Song Bangyan, the third head of the Song family, and her real name is Cao Guanyin.

It is worth mentioning that twenty years ago, Song Bangyan was qualified to compete for the position of head of the Song family.

However, because the power of Cao's in-laws was too great, the previous head of the family was wary of him, and he was eventually defeated by the current head of the family, Song Bangwu.

But it was precisely because of the powerful relationship between him and his in-laws that he was able to retain his life after the defeat and took control of the third branch of the family.

The power game and family secrets involved are so complicated that it would probably take three days and three nights to describe them in detail.

I won't go into details here, just let everyone know that the beautiful woman Song Cao was the mistress of the third branch of the Song family and had two sons.

The eldest son was named Song Kuangyi. He was extremely talented and was highly regarded and cultivated by Song Bangyan.

The second son is named Song Kuangyan. He is a well-liked youngest son in the big family. He is also the special commissioner who was exiled to the ninth district of the lower city.

At this moment, on the phone, in order to gain his mother's support and help, Special Envoy Song Kuangyan almost told her everything: "...Mom, believe me, I didn't lie to you this time. I just verified that the parchment is real and can really summon the evil sacrifice. Although the sacrifice may not be up to standard and not in line with the evil sacrifice's appetite, I have found the key.

As long as I try a few more times, I won’t have trouble finding the right method.

And as long as I can successfully create one [Mask], I can create more endlessly..."

"Mass production of evil sacrifice parasites?!"

Song Cao's pupils shrank slightly. She knew very well what it meant if what her second son said was true.

After the disaster of the sky falling, all the holy families were engaged in the [evil sacrifice competition]. For various reasons, the Song family was lagging behind in this regard, but if they could obtain a large number of evil sacrifice parasites, they might be able to overtake others.

Song Cao's mind raced, and in an instant, with the help of the computing power of the "Lingxi Crown", he deduced the subsequent possibilities.

With the advanced biotechnology mastered by the Song family, if they could obtain enough samples of the parasites of the evil sacrifice for reverse engineering, there was a certain probability that they could reversely deduce the "genetic map" of the evil sacrifice itself. (In other words, the energy code and the core rules of its existence.) Once the true "genetic map" of the evil sacrifice was mastered, it would be impossible to clone the evil sacrifice itself.

Even if they cannot reach the level of the Thirteen Seats of [Destiny], they can seal the evil priests within themselves and fully control the horrific power of the evil priests with their mortal bodies; more precisely, they can multiply and distort the inhuman power of the evil priests with their human bodies.

Or, directly release the evil sacrifice from the stomach, and achieve a physical expansion of ten thousand times, until it covers the sky. If not, why is that day called "the disaster of the sky"? Most people think that the "sky is tilting" in "the disaster of the sky" is an exaggerated metaphor, but as a member of the sacred bloodline, Song Cao knows very well that "the disaster of the sky" is not just a metaphor~ Just being reminded of that day, a tremor from the depths of the genes swept through the body like an ice tide.

Fortunately, in the next second, the "Spiritual Crown" blocked and smoothed out the remaining fear shock in her mind.

Song Cao took a deep breath, her mind regained its composure, and her voice as she regained consciousness carried a rare hint of approval:

"Letting you go to the lower city to gain experience seems to have really worked, very good."

This brief affirmation made the special envoy on the other end of the communication feel his heart pounding. He knew that he had made the right bet on the first step! Song Cao continued:

"The most important thing for you now is to actually create a [mask]."

Song Kuangyan held the phone tightly and responded repeatedly:

"Don't worry, Mom, I will never let you down again this time."

However, Song Cao changed the subject, and her tone revealed the cold reality of the power struggle within the family: "But you have to understand that the first house has always been wary of our third house. The third house has also been in turmoil recently. As for your father...ah..."

She paused for a moment, as if choosing her words, "In short, if you fail to achieve results, your father will not deliberately show favoritism and transfer you back to the clan, giving others an excuse to criticize you."

Song Cao paused for a moment, and then gave her son another reassurance:

"But as long as you make achievements, not to mention being transferred back to the clan, even a spot in the Sky Crown can be secured for you by Mom."

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On the other end of the phone, Song Kuangyi's breathing suddenly became rapid.

The special correspondent who likes to paint a rosy picture for others finally got to eat the pie that my mother painted.

Song Cao's voice was full of powerful temptation:

"With the Sky Crown, you will be qualified to go to the Core City for an audience in the future, and you will be able to truly help your elder brother."

Speaking of her eldest son, Song Cao's face also showed a sincere smile: "Your brother always complains at home, saying that you are poor in the city and worried that you will be wronged, so he asked your father and I to find a way to transfer you back as soon as possible.

Now, if he knew that you not only came back, but also might come back to help him wearing the Sky Crown, he would be so happy. "

Song Kuangyan's voice on the other end of the phone was full of admiration and brotherly loyalty: "Mom, I am looking forward to returning to the family day and night to share my worries with my big brother."

His words were extremely sincere, as if his desire for the "Crown of the Sky" was far less intense than his desire to return to his family and assist his brother.

Song Cao's smile deepened, and she finally said:

"What you are doing now is very important. Don't be impatient. It's better to be slow and make sure everything goes well. Especially remember to keep it a secret. Even if you are in the lower city now, don't let your guard down.

Always remember that there may be eyes watching you where you can’t see them! "

Song Kuangyan could understand his mother's hint, that the first step of sample production could only be done by himself.

Because, if the mother intervenes too early to help, it will inevitably attract eyes from the dark.

"I understand, Mom! Don't worry!"

Song Kuangyan assured again and again, "I will be very careful and will not make any mistakes!"

After hanging up the phone, Song Kuangyan looked around the newly renovated entertainment room, a meaningful sneer slowly rose from the corner of his mouth, and whispered to himself:

"My dear brother, since you are always whispering to mother about me, I must go back early and help you."

………

At the same time.

Pushing open the heavy nanmu door carved with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, a unique scent mixed with aged paper, fine Hui ink and a hint of sandalwood hits you in the face.

The furnishings in the study are full of ancient charm, without any trace of modern technology. It makes people feel as if they have traveled back to the elegant residence of literati in ancient times.

A large rosewood desk was placed next to the window. In addition to the four treasures of the study, a plucked "Crown of the Sky" was casually placed on the desk.

If most people got the "Sky Crown", they would want to wear it on their head 24 hours a day, but Song Kuangyi was different. If it was not necessary to wear it, he would not wear it easily.

At this moment, Song Kuangyi was sitting behind his desk, holding a yellowed ancient book, reading it intently.

He looked very similar to the special commissioner in the lower city, but the expression on his face was completely different.

The special envoy's eyes were like poisoned ice spikes, carrying with them an indelible sinisterness and coldness; whereas Song Kuangyi's eyes were warm and peaceful, like the finest warm jade.

He was wearing a plain, moon-white gown with very faint green bamboo patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar, which made his temperament even more gentle and generous, giving him the demeanor of a classic nobleman.

In fact, few people in Shangcheng read paper books anymore; most of them read electronic versions.

Moreover, fewer and fewer people read electronic versions. After all, it is more convenient and faster to download and read directly through the brain-computer interface.

He read slowly, his fingers gently brushing over the ancient words, as if he could touch the lines of time, his eyes focused and calm.

Next to the desk, a young maid in plain servant's clothes stood with her head bowed, carefully peeling an orange, removing the pith, and placing the segments into a small white jade bowl on the desk.

An old man in a black gown, with a gaunt face and eyes as sharp as an eagle, walked in quickly.

Song Kuangyi seemed to be aware of something, but did not look up. He just closed the ancient book in his hand very naturally and placed it gently on a corner of the desk.

He stretched out two fingers, picked up a piece of tangerine flesh from the jade bowl, and put it into his mouth.

"Yeah, oranges are good."

He praised gently, then waved his hand casually.

The maid immediately bowed and prepared to leave, and then she heard Song Kuangyi's gentle voice again: "Wait, this orange is very sweet, you can take it and share it with the other maids to taste."

The maid's eyes were filled with joy when she heard this, and she said sweetly, "Thank you for the reward, sir."

She bowed deeply, held the bowl of oranges carefully, as if it were a rare treasure, and retreated quietly, closing the heavy study door with great discretion.

After the door was closed, the old man in black frowned slightly and said in a low voice:

"Sir, you are too lenient to your subordinates. If this continues, it will easily make them less respectful. I'm afraid this is not the way to control your subordinates."

Song Kuangyi heard this, and the smile on his face remained warm:

"Teacher, you're worrying too much. They already like me, so why should I make them afraid of me?"

(End of this chapter)