Chapter 68: The Azure Origin King's City

  "This is the tributary of Hun River, Bishui. The one surrounding it on the right front should be the famous Yuanshen Mountain. With Bishui flowing horizontally and Yuanshen embracing the city, this should be the capital of Biyuan Country, Biyuancheng. This time, I shouldn't be wrong."

  Muffled thunder, Ji Xun walked slowly along the main road, while Jiang Cheng, who was riding a horse, held a beast skin map in his hand, comparing and verifying it repeatedly. After repeated comparisons, Jiang Cheng finally confirmed that the green stone giant city within sight was indeed Biyuan City.

  This map was bought by Jiang Cheng in a small border town, it's a simple map of the State of Biyuan. People who have never traveled far from home alone do not know the confusion and helplessness of traveling alone.

  Even with that rough map, Jiang Cheng had to make several wrong turns before he finally reached his destination. It wasn't until after making those mistakes that Jiang Cheng slowly began to understand the dialect of Biyuan Country, which was slightly different from the one spoken by the Baihun Eight Clans.

  Whether it was the Liu family who kept the master's token, or the Chengguo Mansion that Jiang Cheng was looking for, they were all located within the Imperial City of Biyuan, Biyuancheng.

  Near the capital of Biyuanguo, the straight road gradually became prosperous, with a steady stream of people and horses coming and going without end.

  In the distance, the over 10-meter-high bluestone city wall appeared in Jiang Cheng's eyes, leaving him shocked. The height of this city wall was almost the same as that of several ancient capitals in his previous life.

  However, the city wall in front of Jiang Cheng alone stretched for over twenty miles. Such a massive project could probably only be accomplished by the personal divine power of the Ancestral Spirit of this continent.

  Along the way, Jiang Cheng's field of vision has broadened significantly.

  Before staying in Geshan Department, Jiang Cheng didn't even know the specific name of this continent. Along the way, Jiang Cheng roughly learned from passersby's idle talk that this world was called Zǔ Líng Dàlù (Ancestral Spirit Continent), vast and boundless.

  It is said that riding a three-thousand-mile-per-day spirit horse, galloping day and night for three years, still can't reach the end.

  Although it can be said that in the northern mountains, Bì Yuán Guó is already a prosperous center, but from the perspective of the entire Zǔ Líng Dàlù, Bì Yuán Guó is still on the edge of the wilderness.

  However, this is only what Jiang Cheng heard from others. It's said that the entire Zuxian Continent still doesn't have a complete map.

  At the entrance of Biyuan City, soldiers in bright armor were checking people coming and going one by one. Compared to several cities Jiang Cheng had passed through, the inspection at Biyuan City, as the royal city, was much stricter.

  It was soon Jiang Cheng's turn to enter the city.

  "Show your road permit or ID token, and pay the 10 copper coins entry fee." The city guard mechanically recited the inspection procedure, but took an extra glance at Jiang Cheng's hairstyle. After meeting Jiang Cheng's gaze, he didn't dare to look at him again.

  All the way, Jiang Cheng had already changed into a pale white cotton martial attire of the Biyuan State's soul warrior, with his black hair tied high behind his head. The only difference from the people of Biyuan State was the red forehead ribbon on his forehead.

  Wiping sweat from his forehead, that was the tradition of mountain hunters. Once this habit is formed, it's hard to change.

  As a mountain forest hunter, not even the slightest unexpected thing is allowed to affect one's line of sight, including one's own hair, so they will use a sweatband to tightly tie their scattered forehead hair to both sides.

  A pair of bright black eyes, a straight nose bridge, wheat-colored skin honed in the mountains and forests, paired with tightly pursed lips, exuding an air of elegance.

  It's not just that, perhaps there are tens or hundreds of lives under his hands, and the faint aura of death makes ordinary people shiver.

  "I'm here to visit relatives in Bixuancheng, I don't have a road permit or an identity token!" Jiang Cheng furrowed his brow and directly took out a ten-tael silver ingot, handing it over to the soldier, "Please make an exception this once."

  Jiang Cheng also knew about the matter of the token and the identity card.

  In the country of Bì Yuán, ordinary civilians traveling are subject to certain restrictions. They must first go to the government office to report their departure location, route, and destination before they can travel. If they take a wrong turn, they will be severely punished.

  As for the identity token, it is aimed at another special group - Soul Warriors.

  As long as the Soul Warrior has obtained the identity token issued by the War Spirit Temple of Biyuanguo, he can travel the world with this token and is not subject to any constraints.

  You can also enjoy different permissions in the War Spirit Temple of Biyuan Country based on the level of your identity token. Of course, to enjoy different permissions, you also need to pay a certain price.

  And what Grandpa said in his will about his identity refers to this ID card.

  Taking over the silver ingot weighing a full ten taels handed over by Jiang Cheng, the inspecting soldier's eyes suddenly shone to the extreme. Jiang Cheng's move was simply extravagant to the extreme.

  His face suddenly filled with a smile, just as he was about to nod in agreement to let Jiang Cheng enter the city. A large hand came out of nowhere and snatched away the ten-tael silver ingot that the soldier had been about to put into his pocket, and then slapped him on the back of the head.

  "Bastard, can you be bought for just ten taels of silver? What if a spy is planted among us? Can you afford to take that risk?" A general clad in beast-tooth soft armor suddenly berated the soldier.

  "Commander Zhao, I...I..." The soldier looked at Commander Zhao's majestic figure as he put the ten taels of silver into his own pocket, and then couldn't say another word. He already understood where he had gone wrong.

  The scene before him made Jiang Cheng feel somewhat depressed, sizing up Zhao Daoyou in front of him, yet also slightly startled.

  Jiang Cheng was shocked by Zhao Daoyou's cultivation in front of him.

  Ninefold Blessings!

  In the country of Biyuan, a gatekeeper's cultivation had reached the ninth level of Cheng'en Realm, equivalent to that of the clan leaders of the eight departments of Baihun. According to Jiangcheng's knowledge, the position of gatekeeper was only the lowest-level military commander in the country of Biyuan.

  Jiang Cheng was sizing up Zhao Dali at the same time, and Zhao Dali was also circling around Jiang Cheng, his eyes scanning him up and down, with a greedy glint flashing in them. Clearly, he had already taken Jiang Cheng, who was generous with his money, to be a fat sheep.

  After circling around, Zhao Dui suddenly patted Jiang Cheng's mount, Muffled Thunder, and said: "This Muffled Thunder is a unique mount from the Northern Wilderness Mountains, and only the local mountain people have the special method to tame its wild nature. Moreover, this forehead decoration is also a distinctive attire of the mountain people there."

  At this point, Zhao Dui suddenly shouted loudly: "Speak, you barbarian, what is your intention to sneak into the capital?"

  This loud shout instantly drew everyone's attention here, and at the same time, dozens of soldiers on guard at the city gate moved immediately, surrounding Jiang Cheng in a circle.

  Upon seeing this, Zhao the Commandant smiled again and pulled on the reins of the Thunderbolt Stallion, saying: "You people, first take this Thunderbolt Stallion down to thoroughly inspect it, then search this barbarian's entire body for me."

  One side pulled Mu Leijun's reins, while the other laughed, laughing so hard that Zhao Duiwei's eyebrows and eyes were almost sewn together.

  The value of this rare and precious Thunderhoof, which is unique to the Beihun Mountains, was unknown to others, but he knew it all too well. At the very least, it could be sold for five taels of gold and five hundred taels of silver. As for searching his body, of course, it was to plunder more wealth from Jiang Cheng's corpse.

  However, the income from just this one horse was enough for him to make a fortune.

  "Huh?"

  Zhao Duiwei, who was pulling Mu Lei Ji, suddenly stiffened and found that Mu Lei Ji couldn't move. As his gaze passed by, he saw Jiang Cheng's hand, which had somehow landed on the reins, holding Mu Lei Ji still without a single movement.

  "Hmmph!"

  He snorted, Zhao Duiwei somewhat disbelievingly gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength. He didn't believe that the power of a soul warrior in the ninth level of Cheng En realm could be withstood by a barbarian.

  But with one pull, Zhao's face changed instantly.

  Even if he used his spiritual power, Thunderbolt's reins didn't budge!

  That means this guy is also a Soul Warrior, and his cultivation is stronger than his, while his own cultivation has already reached the 9th level of Cheng En Realm!

  What is this barbarian's cultivation?

  Just as Zhao Duiwu was sizing up Jiang Cheng in surprise again, a streak of icy blue spiritual energy quietly spread out from Jiang Cheng's palm and slowly crept towards the hands that Zhao Duiwu held the reins with.

  His palm clearly felt the cold chill, and at the moment he saw that icy blue spiritual energy, Zhao Douniu was like being electrocuted, suddenly loosening his grip on Mochi's reins and jumping to one side.

  "Attribute spiritual power, are you a spirit?!" In the moment he jumped back, Zhao Dūwèi exclaimed and looked at Jiang Cheng with eyes filled with reverence.

  The next moment, the soldiers who heard Zhao's exclamation scattered with a rustling sound. Who dared to surround Jiang Cheng again? What's more, when they thought that the person they had surrounded was actually a spiritual being, they wiped away the cold sweat on their foreheads.

  "Hmm?" Jiang Cheng hummed softly, unclear about what was going on.

  But Jiang Cheng's soft hum made Zhao Duiwei's face change, and he suddenly gave himself a slap in the face. The slapping sound was even louder than when he slapped the soldier just now.

  The next moment, Zhao Duiwei had already rushed forward with a bitter face and apologized: "You are the Lord of the Spiritual Beings, why didn't you say so earlier? If I knew you were the Lord of the Spiritual Beings, even if I had ten times more courage, I wouldn't have dared to be difficult with you!"

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