At the time of Wu City's martial arts arena, Zhang Ruochen revealed his true strength. Zhang Tiangui should have confirmed that he was "Chen Ruo".

  Then, isn't the realm of a clear and transparent mind also already exposed?

  "Chen Ruo" used the realm of Jian Xin Tong Ming, only Lin Xuan saw it with her own eyes. Although Lin Xuan later told Zhang Tian Gui and Lin Chen Yu, they simply didn't believe it.

  After all, in legend, only a semi-saint can achieve a clear understanding of the sword heart.

  They just think Lin Ruoshuang's cultivation is too low, so they mistakenly thought that "Chen Ruo" had reached the state of sword heart clarity.

  Just like an ant, it will mistake a large elephant for a big mountain.

  Lin Chenyu saw Zhang Ruochen's indifference and coldly laughed, saying: "Zhang Ruochen, the person standing in front of you is Han Xiang, the daughter of the Cloud Platform Sect's sect master. Han Xiang's swordsmanship has long reached the realm of being unpredictable like a ghost or god. She voluntarily offered to spar with you as a favor, don't be ungrateful. Don't think that just because your swordsmanship is impressive, you're exceptional. There are heavens beyond heavens and people beyond people, perhaps you can't even withstand Han Xiang's ten moves."

  Han Yu's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he coldly rebuked: "I'm discussing swordsmanship with Zhang Ruochen, what business is it of yours, a mere servant?"

  "Eldest sister redeems her guilt."

  Lin Chenyu's face turned pale and he immediately knelt down on the ground, his hands clasped together in a gesture of great fear.

  In Han Xuan's eyes, Lin Chenyu was just a servant of Zhang Tianguang, but Zhang Ruochen was a young talent who could defeat Qing Chi Bai in swordsmanship. The status of the two people was vastly different.

  Han Yu can be friends with Zhang Ruochen and discuss swords, but he will never be equal friends with Lin Chenyu.

  Most importantly, Han Xuan was unaware of the conflict between Zhang Tian Gui and Zhang Ruo Chen, taking Zhang Ruo Chen as one of Zhang Tian Gui's talented younger brothers.

  Han Xuan glared at Lin Chenyu and said disdainfully, "You also have the qualifications to call me sister. Since you've spoken wrongly, you must be punished. Cut off your own tongue yourself, lest I take action personally."

  Lin Chenyu's eyes fluttered in panic, and he looked at Zhang Tiangu for help.

  Lin Chenyu had already been castrated and had one arm cut off, if his tongue was also cut out, it would be even more miserable.

  Zhang Tianguang said: "Korean sister, Lin Chenyu is actually Zhang Ruochen's cousin."

  "Oh"

  Han Xuan was somewhat surprised, previously only knowing that Lin Chenyu was a slave servant by Zhang Tianguis side, but did not know he had such an identity. For someone like Zhang Tiangu, Han Xuan didn't pay much attention to him.

  Unexpectedly, Zhang Ruo Chen's elder cousin was taken in as a slave servant. It seems that the relationship between Zhang Tian Gui and Zhang Ruo Chen is not as harmonious as it appears on the surface.

  Han Yu no longer paid attention to Lin Chenyu, his eyes fixed on Zhang Ruochen, deciding to explain clearly: "Ninth Prince, I am sincere in wanting to exchange sword techniques with you and have no other intentions. I hope you don't overthink it."

  "Alright, it's just a sword fight, no big deal."

  Han Xiao's heart was filled with joy, finally able to exchange blows with a swordsmanship master of the same level.

  It is also unknown what level Zhang Ruochen's swordsmanship skills have reached.

  The sky is floating with snowflakes, and the whole world is a vast expanse of white.

  The busy guards, eunuchs and palace maids all stopped what they were doing, gazing from a distance at Zhang Ruochen and Han Xuan standing in the snowy ground.

  They seemed very excited, martial arts masters competing with swords, it's not something you can see all the time.

  "I've always heard that the Ninth Prince's swordsmanship is exceptional, but I don't know just how exceptional it is"

  "It's definitely beyond the ordinary and not something we can imagine."

  "Those who have fought with His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince are none other than the heavenly proud daughters of the Yun Tai Sect. Does the Ninth Prince have a chance of winning?"

  "Yuntai Sect is a sacred place for martial arts, and even the great king was once a disciple of Yuntai Sect. The swordsmanship she uses must be exquisite and unparalleled, I'm afraid the Ninth Prince will have a hard time winning."

  Zhang Ruochen's left hand was behind his back, and his right hand transformed into a phantom, stretching forward with two fingers to accurately pinch the snowflake floating in mid-air.

  The snowflakes were extremely thin and transparent, emitting a faint chill.

  It's strange that the snowflakes between fingers didn't melt.

  "Whoosh whoosh"

  Zhang Ruochen's arms stretched out continuously, presenting dozens of phantoms in front of him.

  When his hand stopped again, 108 snowflakes appeared at the tip of his finger, connected in a long string, forming a crystal clear sword.

  The eunuchs and palace maids surrounding them all gasped in unison, exclaiming in shock.

  This single move "Snow Accumulates into a Sword" is already profoundly mysterious.

  Only when one reaches the pinnacle of mastery can they achieve a state where every flower and blade of grass can be used as a sword. Even a single snowflake can become a sword in Zhang Ruochen's hand.

  "Awesome"

  Han Yu saw Zhang Ruochen's technique and immediately stretched out two slender jade fingers, his arm waving non-stop, quickly condensing snowflakes into a sword.

  However, the sword she condensed had only seventy-two snowflakes.

  This is already the limit of what she can do

  Zhang Ruochen swung his Ice Crystal Snow Sword, releasing the true energy within him. The accumulated snow on the ground was blown up by the sword's aura, forming a whirlpool of sword energy.

  Han Xuan looked at Zhang Ruochen standing in the snow, and gently shook his head, saying: "No need to compare, in terms of swordsmanship, I am not as good as you."

  "Whoosh"

  The ice crystal snow sword in her hand split open and turned into seventy-two snowflakes, which fell to the ground fluttering.

  Zhang Ruochen also gathered his true energy and threw out the ice crystal snow sword in his hand, turning it into a snowflake.

  Han Xuan gazed at the back of that young man, her beautiful eyes shining with tears, and said in a clear and melodious voice: "The Ninth Prince's swordsmanship is impressive. I hope to return to Tianmo Martial City soon, we still have time to engage in a friendly match."

  "Han's swordsmanship is also superb, among the younger generation it can be considered top-notch." Zhang Ruochen said.

  Han Yu's skill in swordsmanship was indeed quite formidable, and at a young age he had already reached the pinnacle of "the sword follows the heart", which was not much different from that of the Half-Saint disciple Qing Chi Bai.

  Han Xuan gazed at Zhang Ruochen's departing figure, a hint of admiration in his eyes, and said: "With his talent, within five years at most, he will be the number one master among the younger generation."

  Zhang Tianguang saw Han Xuan's expression and a few points of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

  Zhang Ruochen is nothing, he was never taken seriously before, now he has actually cultivated his swordsmanship to such a state. Fortunately, his cultivation is not high yet, dealing with him is not a difficult task, just use a little bit of skill and he can be killed in the cradle.

  The Winter Solstice Day is a grand ceremony for worship and sacrifice.

  For a county state, what is most important

  It's certainly a grand ceremony of sacrifice.

  Not only every state and country, but also every religious sect, every family, every city, and every village will all regard sacrifice as the most important thing.

  Because only during worship can we communicate with the spirits.

  Only by communicating with the divine spirits can humans unlock the Divine Martial Mark, embark on the path of cultivation and become warriors.

  Those who have not activated the Divine Martial Mark cannot absorb spiritual energy into their bodies.

  A country's national ritual is especially important, determining the rise and fall of a nation. The more grand the ritual, the more divine marks of martial arts are bestowed by the gods, and the higher the grade of these divine marks.

  The more martial artists a country has, the stronger its national strength will be.

  The national festival of Un'gok is only a mid-level ritual. However, in the eyes of those warriors from Un'gok, it's already considered a grand ceremony.

  The people in the royal city have almost all gathered at the ancestral temple of the emperors. As far as the eye can see, it is a sea of people, with no end in sight.

  Sacrifices are a supremely sacred matter, even those evil Dao warriors dare not make trouble during the grand ceremony of sacrifice, fearing to provoke the gods and suffer heavenly punishment.

  This year's sacrificial ceremony was presided over by Zhang Tiangu, the seventh prince, instead of Yunwu County King. It seems to be a signal to everyone that Yunwu State intends to make Zhang Tiangu the crown prince.

  This year's sacrificial ceremony is more grand than ever before, with over a million cattle and sheep used for sacrifice, as well as thousands of giant beasts.

  After the bell rang, the national teacher began to read the memorial scripture.

  Thereafter, Zhang Tiangui led the civil and military officials to ascend the altar, with an air of confidence and grandeur, as if he were already the Prince of Yunwu Commandery.

  Standing on the high altar, Zhang Tian Gui looked around for Zhang Ruo Chen's figure, but couldn't find him anywhere. He felt rather pleased with himself, thinking that Zhang Ruo Chen must have been upstaged and therefore didn't attend the sacrificial ceremony.

  Zhang Tianguang infused his true energy into his voice and declared loudly: "The grand ceremony of sacrifice has begun."

  On the altar, a conch shell trumpet sounds, emitting an earth-shaking sound. At the same time, various musical instruments also play in harmony.

  One by one, soldiers wearing armor began to slaughter livestock and pour the fresh blood into the altar, using the fresh blood to sacrifice to the gods.

  Under the impetus of fresh blood, the altar began to rotate slowly, revealing one ancient inscription after another.

  "Wow"

  A thick and sturdy column of blood shot up from the altar, piercing the sky, shattering the clouds, as if it was going to rush into the vast emptiness.

  At the same time, Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged in the central hall of a palace in the royal palace.

  Martial soul flew out of his body, presenting a sacred form and emitting a brilliant light.

  Metamorphosis

  The Martial Soul suddenly changed its appearance, transforming into a divine shadow wearing blood-red armor, stepping on auspicious clouds, flying out of the palace and arriving above the ancestral temple of the emperors.

  Before Zhang Ruochen had cultivated his pseudo-divine body, ordinary people couldn't see his martial soul at all. But now it's different, as long as he wants to, even if it's an ordinary person who hasn't cultivated martial arts, they can also see the virtual image of the martial soul.

  Of course, on the premise that he voluntarily releases his pseudo-divine body, otherwise, ordinary people still can't see his martial soul.

  The divine shadow grew larger and larger, swelling to a height of one hundred twenty zhang, its two eyes like two scorching suns gazing down at the crowd below, emitting an aura of unparalleled terror.

  It's as if the divine spirit has descended into the mortal world.

  It is unknown who was the first to discover the divine shadow in the sky and exclaimed excitedly: "The divine spirit has manifested! The divine spirit has manifested!"

  Then everyone raised their heads and looked up at the huge divine shadow on the sky.

  "It is divine"

  "Kneel down before the gods at once."

  The entire royal city, almost everyone knelt on the ground, worshiping the divine shadow in the sky above, both excited and devout.

  The divine spirit manifests in the Kunlun realm, it's not that it never happens, but rather the frequency of its appearance is extremely low, and almost only occurs in those top-notch sacrificial rituals.

  When the divine spirit appears and manifests its sanctity, it will surely bring divine blessings, proving that the divine spirit is paying attention to the people of a certain world.

  It's not just the poor people, even the powerful warriors and court officials are all excited. The appearance of a divine spirit in Yunwu County is an honor beyond measure.

  "When I presided over the grand ceremony of sacrifice, a divine spirit appeared and manifested its sacredness; could it be that something is being foretold?"

  Zhang Tianguai's heart was extremely excited, and he immediately knelt on the ground, facing the divine shadow above, kowtowing and shouting: "Heaven blesses Yunwu County, mortal Zhang Tianguai pays homage to the true god"

  Since the Seventh Prince had already knelt down to worship, the National Master, the Grand Marshal, the generals and all officials were all kneeling on the ground, constantly kowtowing. They hoped that their piety could be known by the gods, and thus bring down blessings.

  The blessings of the gods, even if only a little, can bring them endless joy.

  Even the queen, who was sitting above, immediately got up from her golden phoenix chair, rolled up her skirt and knelt down to the ground, respectfully kowtowing to the divine shadow.