Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

”The Eight Kings Map? The legendary Eight Kings Map?”

”I can’t believe the Little Princess brought the Eight Kings Map.”

”Rumor has it the Eight Kings Map contains eight types of Fist Techniques, and they’re all Eighth-Grade Martial Arts. I wonder if it’s true. If I could just comprehend one of them, it would be a huge gain.”

”What a joke. The Eight Kings Map? Most people lose control of their emotions and go mad just by staring at it for a few moments. You guys still want to comprehend a Fist Technique?”

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The Eight Kings Map was a legendary treasure of the Celestial Martial Country. Once a Martial Artist reached the Refining Spirit Realm, they would condense their own Primordial Spirit. A Primordial Spirit was the manifestation of a person’s Martial Dao Will, hidden deep within their Sea of Consciousness. As their cultivation grew, so too would their Martial Dao Will.

The Eight Kings Map was a Primordial Spirit Seal left behind by a mysterious expert, imprinted within a painting. Those who observed it could comprehend the Martial Arts left behind by this expert.

Ling Jiao looked at the crowd, a strange smile touching her lips. The Eight Kings Map was an incredibly precious treasure that others would never normally get a chance to see. Ling Jiao had originally brought this treasure hoping to test Wen Tongyu.

The Fist Techniques within the Eight Kings Map tested not only one’s mental fortitude but also one’s comprehension. She, Ling Jiao, could view it day and night, but after more than a decade of looking, she had only managed to grasp the basics of one of the techniques.

’With Wen Tongyu’s talent, he should be able to comprehend one of the Fist Techniques,’ Ling Jiao thought to herself. She had been eager to meet this rumored chosen one, but who would have thought Wen Tongyu would be breaking through to the Refining Essence Realm and couldn’t return? It had ruined her plans, so she had to settle for hooking up with Yao Qi on the fly.

To be honest, Ling Jiao felt nothing but disdain for the people present. She considered even Yao Qi to be nothing more than a plaything. Wen Shibei, while talented, was a bit too green. Besides, rumor had it he was just an errand boy for Wen Tongyu. She, Ling Jiao, truly looked down on him.

”This Eight Kings Map is a rare treasure, as I’m sure you all know. For those whose cultivation hasn’t reached the Refining Essence Fifth Layer Heaven and those with an unsteady heart, I advise you not to look. Otherwise, you might die. I’ve said my piece. I will now unfurl the Eight Kings Map for all of you.”

After speaking, Ling Jiao slowly began to unroll the scroll. Gao Ming, Wen Xu, Liu Tianli, and representatives from other family clans all stopped the disciples from their families from watching.

They were all very clear about the infamous reputation of the Eight Kings Map. It was said that many ambitious young talents had overestimated themselves, gone mad after viewing the map, and ultimately died tragic deaths.

Liu Tianli said in a stern voice, ”Liu Wen, fall back. Remember, do not look at it.”

Liu Wen said stubbornly, ”Grandfather, but this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see the Eight Kings Map. Maybe I’ll be able to comprehend an Eighth-Grade Martial Arts technique from it!”

Liu Tianli said angrily, ”Nonsense! Is your life more important, or are Martial Arts?”

In the end, intimidated by Liu Tianli’s authority, Liu Wen had no choice but to retreat.

Of course, many among them harbored a sliver of hope, wanting to view the Eight Kings Map and find some opportunity within it.

Naturally, the others weren’t so constrained. Zhang Hui, Wen Shibei, Yao Qi, and the other members of the older generation present were secretly delighted. They were not at risk and could watch without worry.

Ling Jiao slowly took out the scroll and walked before the crowd.

RUSTLE!

The white, silk-like scroll was unfurled, and the painting on its surface slowly came into everyone’s view.

Zhang Hui, Wen Shibei, Yao Qi, and the others stared at the Eight Kings Map without blinking, as if trying to discern some profound mystery from it.

Wen Qingye also glanced over. On the scroll were eight figures. Each of the eight was painted with exquisite, life-like detail. Each person had a unique posture and a unique aura, making them seem as if they were right there before everyone’s eyes.

The eight different auras seemed to contain eight different Fist Techniques.

Furthermore, the figures in the painting seemed to project their auras, releasing a kind of pressure. An ordinary person would grow dizzy and mentally unstable if they stared for too long.

BLECH!

Suddenly, a middle-aged man couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His gaze went slack, losing its luster. He immediately looked away, sat down cross-legged, and began to rest.

Ling Jiao reminded them coolly, ”Those with unstable minds had best not look for too long. My father, with his Refining Spirit Ninth Layer Heaven cultivation, can only look at this Eight Kings Map for half an incense stick’s time each day.”

Hearing this, everyone’s heart tightened. A Martial Artist at the Refining Spirit Ninth Layer Heaven could only look for half an incense stick’s time? How long could they last? The more they thought about it, the more anxious they became. But the more anxious they were, the less they could perceive from the Eight Kings Map.

Ling Jiao watched them all staring intently at the Eight Kings Map, then shook her head with a soft laugh. ’Just a bunch of country bumpkins like you?’ she thought. ’I’ve looked at it for over a decade and haven’t figured out much. You think you can find the secrets of the heavens by looking at it for a few moments?’

But just then, she noticed someone looking at the Eight Kings Map very casually, even chatting with the person beside him.

Wen Qingye turned to the woman of the Liu Clan beside him and said, ”Mom, if you’re not used to living with the Wen Family, why don’t you come live with me?”

Hearing Wen Qingye’s words, she smiled, gratified. ”Silly child, what foolish things are you saying? Your father married me properly. Would it be appropriate for me to go live with you?”

Wen Qingye knew his mother was an extremely traditional woman and would definitely not agree to live with him.

Wen Qingye smiled faintly. ”I’ll be leaving the Zhang Mansion sooner or later anyway.”

His mother nodded and smiled. ”A good man’s ambition lies far and wide. Qingye, even if you are just a live-in son-in-law right now, you must remember to live with dignity and ambition. The talent you’re showing now isn’t bad. Things will surely get better in the future. Believe in yourself.”

Hearing his mother’s words of guidance, Wen Qingye chuckled. ”Mom, I’m not a kid anymore. I understand all that!”

From his mother, Wen Qingye could feel a deep affection and the bond that was thicker than water. Hearing her concerned words, he couldn’t help but feel deeply moved.

His mother said, exasperated, ”How old are you? No matter how old you get, you’ll always be a boy in my eyes.”

PFFT!

Just then, Gao Ming was the first to spit out a mouthful of blood. He waved his hand and said, ”This Martial Dao aura is too powerful. I’ve only seen a tiny, tiny bit, and I’m already crushed to the point I can’t breathe. I can’t do it. I can’t look anymore.”

If even Gao Ming couldn’t handle it, the more sensible people in the crowd also gave up. Only a few were still holding on.

Liu Tianli wiped the sweat from his brow and smiled. ”Qingye, aren’t you going to take a look? With your strength, I think you should be able to last for a little while. It’s a pity my old bones can’t hold on. Otherwise, I’d stare a while longer no matter what. If I could be lucky enough to comprehend an Eighth-Grade Martial Arts technique, it would be a heavenly gift to my Liu Family.”

As Liu Tianli finished speaking, he grew gradually more despondent.

Wen Qingye smiled. ”Grand-uncle, if you really want this Martial Arts technique, I can write it down for you later.”

Hearing this, Liu Tianli waved his hand and sighed. ”Forget it. You don’t have to comfort me. An Eighth-Grade Martial Arts technique isn’t that easy to obtain. Look, the few who are still holding on are all frowning endlessly, their faces twisted in pain or agony. It’s obvious they haven’t gotten anything either.”

Wen Qingye followed his gaze. Only a handful of people were still persisting: Zhang Hui, Zhang Hua, Wen Xu, Wen Shibei, Yao Qi, Yao Luojun, and a few others.