"Sword Slash Divine Technique? What’s this business about the Elephant List Lord? Did it make the Chaotic Bell Lord dizzy with its vibration?"
The Purple Register Daoist Official snapped out of his shock, with his eyebrows tightly knitted. He turned to the group of Daoist Children and harshly asked:
"How bold you are! Daring to embezzle the tributes to the Elephant List Lord’s spiritual essence!
It must be that the Elephant List Lord hasn’t eaten his fill, is dizzy from hunger, and wrote it wrong!"
The Purple Register Daoist Official’s divine soul surged, his pressure poured out. Draped in a simple Daoist robe, the ones only given the Child Talisman, lacking official status, knelt down in a large group and kowtowed repeatedly, proclaiming "we are wronged."
The leading Cyan Register Daoist Official wiped away cold sweat, quickly approaching, bowing humbly and lowering his stance:
"Your words are too heavy, sir. Even given a hundred guts, we absolutely cannot secretly swallow the Elephant List Lord’s tribute of spiritual essence.
Both the Chaotic Bell Lord and the Elephant List Lord are spiritual artifacts personally instilled by the Supreme Emperor, beings difficult to serve.
If there’s any discomfort, they’ll surely make the Simurgh Platform a chaotic mess.
Moreover, the allocation of spiritual essence is all handled within the palace, it has nothing to do with us."
In Divine Capital City, it’s said there are a hundred thousand Daoist Officials, clad in cyan and purple, all serving under the North and South Studies as their itinerants.
All sorts of general duties and miscellaneous matters are arranged and handled by them.
Respect and rank are determined by two factors.
One is the amount of spiritual essence allocated, and the other is how close one is to the Central Hub.
The Simurgh Platform’s Daoist Officials count as the backbone of the Inner Court.
There are many ways to profit.
It’s indeed unlikely they’d target the Chaotic Bell and Elephant List.
The Purple Register Daoist Official thought the same.
He placed his hands behind his back, his wide sleeves and robe like clouds hanging low, looking down at the trembling dozens of Daoist Children.
Then, he glanced up scrutinizing the floating Golden List, eyes fixed on the name:
"Breaking through the three barriers, Sword Slash Divine Technique? This kind of scenario written in a storybook, listeners and viewers alike would find it absurd.
The Chaotic Bell ringing loudly for two days and nights indicates that the Bai-named child has remarkable talent, but no matter how extraordinary their worldly aptitude, like the ink in a scholar’s belly, it has to be displayed through beautiful articles.
Which Divine Power Giant would allow a junior to slash them without reason? It’s way too far-fetched, truly unbelievable."
The Cyan Register Daoist Official thought the same, knowing that Divine Power Giants are those who have transcended their mortal form, beings capable of moving mountains and filling seas.
A Martial Artist just barely reaching the Elephant List and ringing the Chaotic Bell.
Even if the Divine Power Giant stood still without retaliating, he likely wouldn’t hurt a single hair.
"The Elephant List says it’s a sword slash... Was it aided by a divine soldier?"
The Cyan Register Daoist Official said in a low voice.
"Even if replaced by Profound Mysterious Divine Soldiers, it’s impossible! Given an Immortal Sword, could you wield it?"
The Purple Register Daoist Official glanced askance before shaking his head:
"Enough, I’ll submit the news and let the two directors of the North and South Studies make the decision.
Sword Slash Divine Technique... Which Divine Power is so unlucky to let a junior step on their head and rise up?
Wouldn’t that become a lifelong gossip!"
He mumbled a couple of sentences, took out a Jade Talisman, and extended it towards the dazzlingly golden Elephant List, capturing and extracting the light shadow traces.
Then he politely bid farewell to the Chaotic Bell and Elephant List Lords and swiftly descended on a cloud loft.
Even as a half-step Ghost Immortal, with powers cultivated as a Purple Register Daoist Official, he lacks the authority to fly freely in Divine Capital City.
About half a stick of incense later, the Memory Jade Talisman was submitted to the North and South Studies through the Inner Court.
A young man with light golden eyebrows, silver hair, draped in a golden embroidered python robe, opened it:
"Sword Slash Divine Technique... What’s the origin? Doing such a significant deed, yet no one called the Observatory Tower to investigate the background?"
The young man’s voice was hoarse, markedly contrasting his appearance.
"Reporting to you, sir, the North Study already sent a message to the Observatory Tower yesterday, and this is the information calculated by Master Xuanjian through the Holy Wisdom Pearl.
Bai Qilang, Yihai Prefecture, a person from Black River County, living by fishing..."
In the bookroom as large as a palace, a blue-clad Daoist Child handed over a fold, bowing and bending in front of the young man.
The latter did not take it, only nodded:
"Even secluded backwaters hide prodigies? Curious."
The blue-clad Daoist Child held the fold above his head, unfolded it, revealing the golden seal, which the young man scanned briefly, then sneered:
"I wondered who stumbled, it’s that adopted son of Erzhu Long, Zhao Pijiang.
Losing a strand of divine intention, forfeiting three to five years of power isn’t much, but losing face, with juniors stepping on the head to claim fame, would be a disgrace."
The blue-clad Daoist Child was slightly startled, knowing Zhao Pijiang was granted the Grand General position, a renowned figure of the military, surpassing ordinary divine powers.
"Celestial Water Prefecture, Yihai Prefecture... Meridian Sword Sect’s territory. If the junior uses the sword, it likely involves Yan Xin.
Perhaps Yan Xin orchestrated it, baiting Zhao Pijiang into embarrassment intentionally.
Letting these two groups fight doesn’t hurt; the Court will just watch the show."
The young man stood with hands behind his back, seemingly indifferent to the Chaotic Bell ringing for two days and nights. Thousands of years ago, the Red County Divine Land was vast and fertile, a blessed haven.
Not to mention peerless, thousand-year-level talents, even immortal seeds could be found once every century.
If not for the fierce arrival of the turbid tide, causing disaster to All Saints’ Dao Lineage and the hundred family law veins, it wouldn’t have declined to such a state.
Besides, when has the Divine Capital Simurgh Platform ever been short of prodigies?
Only those who live long, reach the other side, and stand at the tide’s crest, count.
"A thousand-year talent, what a pity, ending up in the Meridian Sword Sect.
Yan Xin’s end is near, the sect lacking successors, making taboo mistakes... Difficult to stand out.
By the way, does the Emperor know about this?"
The young man in the python robe suddenly asked.
"Half a quarter of an hour ago, the Simurgh Platform’s messenger entered Taihe Palace.
It’s said the Emperor was overjoyed, claiming the Dragon Court is set to rise, hence having such a talent.