Lanhuadis 53
Ning Ren didn't know that his gentle third brother had tricked him during their first serious meeting.
He heard from Xiercheng again three days later.
Wen Duolin led the team to the Western Sea. His third brother's name was on the accompanying list, and he was also given the title of negotiation officer.
Ning Ren was worried: "Why did the eldest sister stuff the third brother in?"
He had handed over the affairs of the Western Sea to his eldest sister, and it was not a good time for her to intervene now. When he was about to send someone to inquire about it, his third brother brought him a letter.
"...Third brother threw aside his pride and acted like a spoiled child with eldest sister. You must not bring this up, or else the heart that has just softened will harden again."
At the end, there is a particularly pitiful crying expression.
The young king sighed deeply.
It seemed as if he had already seen the third brother speaking softly to the eldest sister with a wronged look on his face.
The young boy was worried: "You're so grown up, why are you still so reckless? Can you just go to the Western Sea casually?"
Forget it, I’ll just go there once.
He also assigned two doctors to accompany him.
So the matter was settled. The day before going to the Western Sea, Xiercheng received a lot of nourishing supplements and two doctors who were watching him.
Wen Duolin's hands started itching as she watched him smiling as he flipped through the supplements.
Aside from her father, the king, and her mother, the queen, she was the only one in the family who even remotely understood Third Brother's true nature beneath his gentle exterior. Little Five and Little Six, two idiots, had brainwashed Little Seven for years, turning Xier Cheng into something more than a shrew.
Because she understood him, even though Xiercheng's smile was as gentle as jade, Wen Duolin could sense a hint of scumbagness in it.
She said, "You are so nice to lie."
Xier Cheng blinked and said, "How can it be called a lie between brothers?"
"Besides, elder sister, even if you guessed a little, aren't you agreeing with me? Alas, I have been staying in that coffin for more than ten years, isn't it just because I want to see the vastness of the sea and relieve my heart."
Wen Duolin really felt sorry for what he had gone through over the years.
I feel heartbroken and speechless at the same time.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he said, "If you don't bring back some more God's Blood this time, I'll expose you in front of Xiao Qi."
Xiercheng smiled and said, "Okay."
Even if I expose it, Xiaoqi has to believe it.
"Negotiations between the two regions are a long-term task. It will take at least one or two years to achieve success. During this period, I'm afraid I'll have to return to Lanhuadis several times. Be mentally prepared."
Wendoline: "I know."
The Eastern Region, led by Wen Duolin, officially set out towards the Western Sea.
--
Ning Ren doesn't need to worry about the God's Blood for the time being.
He pondered one of the key words given by [Miracle Salvation]: King's Tower.
It is the tall tower in the Tomb of the Fallen King.
Ning Ren had never been inside before, but now that his spiritual power had awakened, he could go and see for himself. Without alerting anyone else, he secretly called over Bai Ya, and the two of them slipped out together.
"I can't enter the tomb of your tribe's fallen king."
"I didn't ask you to come in anyway. Just wait for me outside."
Bai Ya and Ning Ren were wearing black cloaks and walking in the civilian area.
It is much calmer here than before. You don't see any tribesmen blocking the road to rob people anymore. There are only vendors doing business peacefully.
Sora-chan disbanded long ago, as did the other gray area groups.
Gather because of chaos, disperse because of order.
Oh, but if you drink without paying, you will still get beaten.
Bai Ya exclaimed in amazement: "Although I know that your Lanhuadis system is special, seeing these changes with my own eyes is still incredible."
If it were their Northern Territory, when most ethnic groups changed their leaders, they would inevitably face a period of turbulence in the transfer of power and the covetousness of foreign ethnic groups.
Lanhuadis is different.
To them, the king is like a stabilizing force. There is no turmoil caused by power transition. The day after the king arrives, the place has completely changed.
"Um."
The atmosphere is indeed much better than before.
Ning Ren sneaked out, not only because he didn't want to mobilize troops, but also for another reason. He wanted to see these changes with his own eyes. Even though he knew that no one would disobey his orders, he still wanted to see An Xin with his own eyes.
Bai Ya: "Your status is different now, so you should bring some guards with you when you go out."
Ning Ren: "I won't take you with me."
White Crow: “?”
Ning Ren: "And within Lanhuadis, the only people who pose a threat to me are foreigners."
White Crow: "What about me?"
The two of them chatted with each other, and before they knew it, they arrived at a familiar place.
A simple door.
The sound of a cub could be faintly heard from inside.
"Grandma, are mom and dad coming back soon?"
An old voice answered: "Soon."
"The king has appeared, but they haven't come back yet. Yaya has been waiting for the king, but when can she wait for them?"
The old voice paused for a moment, then said, "Soon."
The cub said: "Wang is so good. Now that he's here, the people next door don't come to our house to steal our things anymore."
Cang Lao: "Well, Yaya must grow up well so that she can repay the king."
Cub: "I know, grandma."
…
Ning Ren and Bai Ya went towards the Tomb of the Fallen King.
Bai Ya: "It's that little baby."
Ning Ren: "Yeah."
That time, he secretly followed his second brother, Bai Ya, to the riot area and met a family of three, with only this child alive.
He and Bai Ya sent the child back to his grandparents' home.
Bai Ya: "You came here specially, right? Out of guilt, feeling guilty for not showing up earlier?"
Ning Ren: "No."
If he had to feel guilty, he should feel guilty that he didn't spread his wings the moment he broke out of the shell.
He went to that place for no particular reason.
Just wanted to go and take a look.
Bai Ya glanced at him, smiled, and said nothing more.
The two of them came all the way to the Tomb of the Fallen King. The white crow stopped outside, and Ning Ren went in alone.
The empty coffin in the tomb of the fallen king was buried again in the ground. The body was gone, and the bones that the Doyle family had confiscated had all turned white, making it impossible to tell which family they belonged to.
The confiscated bones were scattered on the soil of the king's tomb, and each family placed their ancestors' clothes in the empty coffins, turning them into cenotaphs.
There are also newly built tombs in recent times, and faint Yin fire is emerging around them.
This time, the Yin Fire was not fake, it actually emitted a chilling chill.
Ning Ren walked further in. When he reached the innermost part of the king's tomb, he saw several huge sculptures. Apart from the sporadic illumination from the Yin Fire, it was pitch dark here.
The statues inside the innermost part of the king’s tomb are all the earliest generations of Lan Huadis’ ancestors.
The sculpture with the largest and most blurred face is Tingye, the ancestor of the Lanhuadis tribe.
He was wearing primitive animal skins, with animal tusks hanging around his waist, carrying a strangely shaped bag, and holding something like a wooden board in his hand.
The muscles are muscular and full of wildness.
Ancestor...
Ning Ren, as the king of this generation, took off his hat and stood in front of the sculpture, but he felt strangely no respect in his heart.
After a moment, he removed his mental barrier and raised his hand to touch it.
It was icy cold, carrying the aura of Yin Fire, and Ning Ren shivered with the chill. This sculpture was simply a cold lump of stone, imbued with meaning by someone and placed venerably in the king's tomb.
Ning Ren was about to withdraw his hand when his fingertips suddenly felt itchy.
He looked and saw that several purple vines had climbed up the sculpture of Emperor Tingye. The pointed leaves on the vines were gently pushing his hand, as if telling him not to touch it again.
Ning Ren: "Holy vine?"
The leaves on the vine bent, which was a nod.
Ning Ren: "...It has taken root so deeply that even the King's Tomb can enter."
The vine leaves tilted left and right, forming a small flower for Ning Ren.
Ning Ren: "You asked me to stop touching you because you were afraid I would catch a cold?"
The vine leaves nodded.
"All right."
Ning Ren accepted the kindness of the Holy Vine and took the small white flower it randomly gave him every day, "Thank you."
The young man continued to move towards the tower.
The holy vine silently climbed up the sculpture's body and gently wrapped around the sculpture's little finger.
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The tower, where the royal fire remains.
The fire is the flame ignited by the heart blood, the same as the heart fire that Carlos and others condensed with the heart blood last time using seals.
The higher the rank of the royal family, the closer the color of the burning fire is to blood gold. The fire left by the first-level royal family is all light orange-yellow.
The royal family members left behind fire according to their wishes while they were alive. After their death, the fire would slowly dissipate over the next few years and turn into a tiny transparent stone that fell to the ground.
The longest record was the fire of the previous king. After his death, the fire remained on the ninth layer for five years before it completely disappeared.
It’s not as cold and gloomy here as in the king’s tomb.
Ning Ren flew directly to the seventh floor.
There is a small layer of transparent stones on the ground of the seventh floor, and several sparkling and vibrant flames are floating in the tower on the seventh floor.
Two of them floated toward him.
Ning Ren touched them lightly and sensed the owners of the two fire seeds. One belonged to his second brother and the other to his fifth sister.
He flew to the eighth floor again.
There is only one lonely fire on the eighth layer, which is almost completely blood-gold.
There is no doubt that this fire was left by the eldest sister.
Ning Ren climbed to the ninth floor.
The ninth floor was dark.
There is no fire.
The tower has bloodline level restrictions, and the highest floor you can stay in is determined by the level of royal family bloodline.
Therefore, the ninth floor has not been set foot by anyone for more than ten years. There is fine dust everywhere, and the stone particles on the ground are the sparsest.
Ning Ren picked up a stone from the ground and said, "...No matter how noble one was in life, after death, the last spark of one's heart will only become this ordinary crystal."
[Miracle Salvation] mentioned that the tower was one of the keys to defending against the sky crack, but after looking around, he didn't feel anything unusual.
This is an ancient tower that has stood the test of time.
Ning Ren thought about it, pierced his fingertip, took out a drop of heart blood, and ignited it with a seal.
Bang!
The blood-gold flame lit up instantly.
Ning Ren didn't think it was that bright, but—
The moment the fire on the ninth floor of the tower lit up, the flames and even the stones on the eight floors below that were still lit flickered slightly, celebrating the king's arrival.
This fire was brighter than the others and carried an aura that could not be offended. Most of the royal family members in the royal court felt it and looked into the distance and saw the flickering light on the top of the tower.
Someone sighed: "The king went to the tower, that's the ninth floor."
"Pure blood-gold, so beautiful..."
Some are looking forward to it: "Let's go and see it together tomorrow night, or just pay our respects to the flame of the King's Heart's Blood."
There were also some with sullen faces: "Didn't you say Xiao Qi was resting?"
Carlos stood outside the temple, pointing to the newly lit tower at the weeping guards. "Is this what you call rest?"
"The king sneaked out, and you didn't even know about it, or did you know about it and deliberately conceal it?"
The guard cried out in injustice: "Your Highness, we don't know either!"
Carlos snorted coldly, turned around and flew towards the Tomb of the Fallen King.
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Ning Ren didn't know that his second brother was on his way with a knife in hand.
He wanted to use his mental power to clean the dust on the ninth floor, but his [mind's eye] saw a tattered broom next to it.
Ning Ren paused, his spirit dissipating from his fingertips. He then grasped the broom and began to sweep. After all, this was the legacy of our ancestors; using spiritual power wouldn't seem entirely sincere.
He took off his black cloak, picked up the transparent stones on the ground, put them in the cloak and rubbed them clean. When the ground was clean, he put the stones back down.
The young man, who had never done any work, broke out in a thin sweat.
Ning Ren coughed twice and put away the broom. His throat always felt itchy from sweating, catching a cold, and being choked by dust.
When he coughed for the first time, his heart began to skip a beat. It's over. This is not good.
This is going to make me sick.
He immediately wrapped his cloak around himself, hoping to feel better.
The system pressed a probability of not getting sick: "Son, you've been staying up late taking notes all this time. The probability of getting seriously ill when you return this time is 9.9%.
Ning Ren immediately covered his mouth.
System: "Hold your cough, you are trying to cover your ears and steal the bell, kid."
Ning Ren thought to himself that his fifth sister was busy with research and would definitely not be able to come out, his eldest sister and third brother had gone to the Western Sea, and his fourth brother was not in the royal court... He had to think about how to get his second and sixth brothers out of the way during this time.
So as to avoid being nagged again.
He is the king now, and he just sent his two brothers away and sprinkled some water.
Thinking of this, Ning Ren planned to return to the temple immediately, but the ninth floor suddenly shook, and a faint light sank into his brow.
Ning Ren's mind went blank for a few seconds.
A difficult and obscure passage suddenly appeared in my mind. It was twenty characters in total, some of which were ancient and unedited.
The shackles of blood, a legacy from ancient times, bind oneself in the darkness of night, and only a saint can break it, charging across the sky.
After a moment, the font disappeared.
It's like it never happened.
The young man suddenly came back to his senses, confused and startled, and raised his hand to calm his pounding heart.
...What is this?
He stayed here for a while, and only left the Tomb of the Fallen King after making sure that there was nothing unusual.
Frowning as he walked.
These twenty words are a mess, with no obvious logic. The only word that is barely related to the crack in the sky is the word "sky" in the last sentence.
After a long time without any results, Ning Ren sighed.
It's really hard mode.
When he reached the periphery, he shouted, "White Crow, I'm coming out."
A leaf slowly fell.
Um?
No one.
Ning Ren scratched his head.
Did he leave first?
Then he could go back secretly by himself.
"Xiao Qi."
Ning Ren shuddered and turned back stiffly.
Carlos looked calm, followed by White Crow, who kept winking at him.
Ning Ren's guilty conscience reached its peak at this moment.
In fact, Carlos was the most attentive and patient with him, took care of him for the longest time, and never said anything harsh to him.
But Ning Ren was most afraid of him.
Strictly speaking, it’s not fear, but I just feel an indescribable... panic.
Carlos: "Have you had enough of hanging out?"
Ning Ren nodded repeatedly, then quickly shook his head, "I'm not here to play, I'm here to see the King's Tower." He added, "When I passed the King's Tomb, I shielded myself with spiritual power."
He spoke so quietly, how could he be as steady and composed as he usually is on the throne, growing stronger day by day?
Carlos sighed inwardly, "I'm not talking about you, but next time you go out, at least tell the guards of the temple that you are the king, so just go out openly. As long as you are within the area of Lanhuadis, you will be safe. Of course, it is best to bring a guard with you to prevent any accidents to your body."
Let’s not talk about him anymore.
This has already started nagging.
Carlos: "The King's Tomb is cold, are you not cold?"
Ning Ren tried hard to suppress the itch in his throat: "No, no."
Send my second brother away when I get back!
Carlos's eyes softened: "Let's go."
Walked a few steps.
Ning Ren: "...cough."
Carlos paused.
Ning Ren: "Cough, I choked on the wind, cough cough..."
Once he started coughing, he couldn't stop, and the boy's face turned red from coughing.
Carlos: “…”
Does he look easy to fool?
-
This time the disease came on with great force.
It seemed as if it was a punishment for him to endure the previous few months of physical hardship, learn from his experience and take notes, and he was sick for a particularly long time.
Ning Ren successfully stayed bedridden for a month, breaking his record for the longest illness since he drank the blood of God.
In order to better accumulate energy for recovery, he has been in the form of a mini cub for the past month, curled up sickly on the pillow of the big bed.
When he drank the medicine, his little face turned pale and he looked so pitiful.
He was weak and had a high fever from time to time for a month. He was confused and mumbled something incoherently, a small lump the size of a palm, which made my heart ache.
Originally, the royal family members in the royal court had no clear idea that their king was in poor health. Now they were exposed to such a big news that they were scared and went to the doctor for a detailed examination.
He looked more attentive than his own parents and children.
The king they had finally welcomed wouldn't die young, would he?!
Bah! Bah! Bah!
No way!
The old prince even sorted out the records of all the king's illnesses when he was a child, frowned, and called all the royal family members who had a say in the court and the king's relatives.
Set up a strict schedule for Wang.
It doesn’t matter whether you work or not, as long as you are happy, but you must get enough sleep!
The old prince said, "It has never happened before for the king to be given rules by his subjects. However, the king of our generation... ahem, the situation is special. We must withstand the pressure and insist that the king follow the rules."
This statement received 90% of the votes in favor.
Ning Ren didn't know that he had become the first king in the history of Lanhuadis to have rules set by his subjects.
He felt better today, and his servants wrapped him up into a ball, put him in a small cart, and pushed him to the window to watch the sunset.
The psychedelic flowers are still blooming, their petals sparkling in the light.
Blood of God, deciphering the ancient language of the tower.
It's not something that happens overnight.
The holy vine came in from the window and bloomed a flower for the little cub king.
Wang used the flower as a pillow and fell asleep in the faint fragrance of the flower.
Spring passes and autumn comes.
In a blink of an eye, the little white flowers of the holy vine had been given away for two years.
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