Chapter 358: I Am Not One to Waste Words—Let’s Get Straight to the Point

【Innate Holy Son: Red Fate. You were born as a Holy Son, and at the moment of your birth, the skies were illuminated with boundless radiance. From childhood, you have lived a life of luxury, never lacking in cultivation resources.】

【Heaven-Defying Luck: Gold Fate. Your fortune is beyond extraordinary. If the God of Luck truly exists, then ordinary geniuses are merely his children, but you— you are his father!】

【Martial Ancestor Successor: Red Fate. At the age of three, guided by destiny, you climbed into an attic within the Holy Spirit Sect and discovered the long-forgotten Eight Desolations Martial Ancestor Codex inside a dust-covered, unassuming box. You are one of the successors of the Martial Ancestor.】

【Survivor of Great Calamities: Red Fate. You will not face many disasters in your life, but whenever you do, you will always manage to survive.】

【Blessings in Disguise: Gold Fate. Every time you encounter a catastrophe, an unforeseen opportunity will present itself.】

【Unorthodox Desires: White Fate. Your preferences are rather… unique. You enjoy sparring in the way of the sword with like-minded companions.】

【Martial Spirit Sacred Thunder Body: Gold Fate. A saint-tier physique. Your body is exceptionally powerful and is destined to reach at least the Divine Palace Realm.

A formidable ancient martial spirit resides within you—once a great general who followed the Martial Ancestor in his conquests across the Eight Desolations. After his fall, his spirit wandered for countless years before settling in this minor world. He has recognized you as his master and will protect you for life.

Your thunder spiritual root is unparalleled, allowing you to cultivate lightning-based martial arts and techniques with half the effort and twice the results.】

Shen Mo finished reading through Lin Dongtian’s fate panel and couldn’t help but be impressed.

Heaven-defying luck! Blessings in disguise! Martial Spirit Sacred Thunder Body!

With these three golden fate traits, no wonder Lin Dongtian’s future achievements would surpass those of Xiao Fan and Ye Yan.

Shen Mo’s eyes sharpened slightly.

He continued reading.

【Upcoming Opportunity 1: During the Sword Sovereign’s birthday banquet, you will receive an official promise from Emperor Jing—soon, you will be able to marry the Eldest Princess and become a royal prince-consort.】

【Upcoming Opportunity 2: After the Sword Sovereign’s banquet, Emperor Jing will personally gift you a heaven-tier treasure—the Dao Origin Fruit.】

【Upcoming Opportunity 3: Three years later, within the Holy Spirit Sect’s Martial Spirit Cave, you will resonate with your martial spirit and comprehend the heaven-tier martial art Eight Desolations Emperor Hand.】

【Upcoming Opportunity 4: …】

Shen Mo furrowed his brows slightly.

Whether it was marrying the Eldest Princess, receiving the Dao Origin Fruit in secret, or interacting with his martial spirit—these were not opportunities that could be intercepted.

Heaven-defying luck was truly different.

Even his fortunes were difficult to seize.

“However, in a few years, when Gu Ming emerges and the great battle begins, there will be opportunities to intercept.”

Shen Mo was not discouraged. Instead, he memorized all of Lin Dongtian’s other opportunities.

When the time was right, he would strike first.

Although his analysis of Lin Dongtian’s fate panel seemed lengthy, in reality, Shen Mo processed everything in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, every detail was imprinted in his mind—unless he chose to forget it, it would remain there permanently.

He glanced at Lin Dongtian once more. The latter still maintained a gentle, amiable smile.

A perfect picture of an honest and good-natured young man.

At that moment, a loud voice rang out—

“The Sword Sovereign has arrived!”

A vast and boundless sword intent descended from the sky.

Everyone’s gazes were instinctively drawn toward the grand hall’s entrance.

There, a lone figure stood.

Dressed in white, with a head of long, snow-white hair, tall and imposing, yet brimming with vitality.

It was none other than the Sword Sovereign, Ji Ping.

His appearance was unremarkable. If he deliberately concealed his Divine Transformation Realm aura and stood among the crowd, he would look like an ordinary old man.

But the moment he released his full presence—

He was the strongest in Jing Country.

The very Sword Sovereign whose mere words had kept the East Sea King from setting foot on land for ten years!

Emperor Jing rose from his seat.

Everyone followed suit.

Emperor Jing cupped his hands. “Greetings, Ancestor.”

The rest of the assembly either cupped their hands, bowed, or placed a hand over their chests as they saluted in unison.

“Greetings, Senior.”

Ji Ping was of a much older generation than Emperor Jing. Even though the emperor held the throne, he still had to address Ji Ping as Ancestor.

“No need for such formalities. It’s just a simple birthday banquet.”

Ji Ping chuckled heartily.

As he passed by Shen Mo, he glanced at him and smiled.

“Young friend, let’s share a drink after the banquet.”

Shen Mo returned the smile and nodded. “Gladly.”

Ji Ping swaggered over to Emperor Jing’s side and took his seat on the throne next to him.

Ji Ping—titled Martial King.

However, ever since he was granted the title over a thousand years ago, it had never changed.

Few people ever referred to him as Martial King, to the point where many had nearly forgotten that Ji Ping was also a prince of the royal family.

“Hmm?”

The crowd instinctively turned their gazes toward Shen Mo.

Ji Ping’s casual interaction with Shen Mo took them by surprise.

From his tone alone, it almost seemed as though they were old friends who shared everything without reservation.

Xue Ziyi’s eyes flickered with thought.

She was aware that when the fourth prince of the ten thousand demon kingdom led an army to attack Yuhai City, Ji Ping had made an appearance and briefly interacted with Shen Mo.

However, she hadn’t expected their relationship to be this close.

Had they somehow formed a bond across generations beyond her knowledge?

Lin Dongtian, Shi Jingtian, Du Cangqing, and the others also cast curious glances.

They, too, were surprised by this unexpected scene.

Even Emperor Jing was no exception.

For the Sword Sovereign to suddenly address Shen Mo like this at a grand banquet—was there some deeper meaning behind it?

Emperor Jing glanced at the old man beside him, who was already holding a roasted chicken in one hand and a wine cup in the other, deep in thought.

“Don’t just stand there in a daze! The banquet is only the appetizer. The real discussion begins after.”

Ji Ping wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth and laughed heartily. “Ji Wu, don’t get your priorities mixed up.”

Emperor Jing respectfully replied, “Understood, Ancestor.”

Before Ji Ping, he dared not refer to himself as Zhen.

At his signal, a young eunuch immediately raised his voice and announced, “The eight great sects shall now present their tribute gifts!”

The tribute ceremony went without any surprises.

The eight great sects would never hand over anything too precious.

Besides, Ji Ping was already at the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm.

At his level, only treasures that could aid in breaking through to the Divine Palace Realm would catch his interest.

Anything else was utterly insignificant to him.

Ultimately, presenting gifts was merely a customary formality—a respectful gesture toward the most powerful figure in Jing Country.

He hardly had any need for these offerings.

After the eight sects had finished, the next segment was for members of the royal family to present their own tributes.

Shen Mo, however, was a little surprised.

The royal family’s numbers were far smaller than he had expected—there were only a little over twenty people.

Ji Ping treated the royal heirs like a kind and doting grandfather.

Yet, once they finished, and the eunuchs and palace maids exited, leaving the hall sealed shut—

The true purpose of this banquet finally unfolded.

Emperor Jing slowly rose to his feet.

“Everyone, I am not one to waste words, so let’s get straight to the point.”

“The Demon Emperor Gu Ming will walk out of the Blood God’s Hidden Realm in no more than three years. Once he learns of the deaths of the First and Fourth Princes, his fury will be boundless, and he will surely lead his forces north in retaliation.”

“No single sect alone is capable of withstanding the ten thousand demon kingdom.”

“This time, the court and the eight great sects must work together, or else the demon horde will trample our borders.”

“Tonight, we are here to discuss the specifics of this alliance and establish a proper strategy.”

Emperor Jing swept his gaze across the hall.

“All of you are core figures of your respective sects. Your words can represent your sects’ stance.”

“Now, who would like to speak first?”

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