217: Chapter 188 The Complete Package of Benevolence and Righteousness_2 217: Chapter 188 The Complete Package of Benevolence and Righteousness_2 Right, he rembered that in his past life, his last conscious mont was inside the “Divine Emperor” ga.
Within the Cloud Realm, the Seven Emperors vied for supremacy.
He was alone with a sword, fighting against the masses.
Yet in the final mont, a surge of electricity ran through his body, and he lost all consciousness.
When he woke up again, he had swapped bodies.
Everything before his eyes was no longer that familiar world.
So at this mont, was he in the ga, or was he in a real world, 13,000 years in the past?
His head spinning again, Zong Shou simply put everything down and stopped thinking about it.
In this carriage, with nothing to do, Zong Shou began to practice his swordsmanship with a Green Steel Sword about three feet long in the fairly spacious confines of the carriage room.
His footsteps moved forward and backward, turning and shifting, coordinating with his body, casting flashes of sword light throughout the not too big, not too small carriage.
Just like in his previous life, every sword form, every step, was precise to the extre, nearly perfect.
However, this basic swordsmanship, after only practicing for half a mont, left Zong Shou gasping for air, his entire body drenched in cold sweat.
The glint of the sword and his figure unavoidably began to distort.
It was only by clinging to his innate belief of never admitting defeat that he managed to keep from collapsing.
Only when the last bit of strength left his body did Zong Shou stop the sword’s glow and sit atop the couch, panting.
When his extre concentration finally dispersed, he imdiately felt all parts of his body—muscles, bones, limbs, organs—in searing pain as if scorched by flas.
This action was not rely due to idleness or boredom but pure unease.
The world around him, as well as his own situation, all stirred a sense of crisis and urgency within him.
He was eager to gain so strength, at least so ability to protect his own life.
In his past life, for that ga, he had cultivated and researched the foundation of every martial artist to the level of a grandmaster.
Within the entire Cloud Realm, there were no more than a thousand who achieved this.
He had mastered the sword principles and variations.
What he needed to do now was to make this body rember them firmly, turning them into his instincts.
But his body was simply too weak.
Normal practice could only be sustained for the ti it took to drink a cup of tea, and his physical strength wasn’t even half of an average person’s.
Even more frustratingly, he was fundantally unable to practice Inner Strength.
It wasn’t that Zong Shou’s body was genuinely weak.
In terms of strength, agility, and speed, he could even surpass the average person.
Even his root bone and Five Elents Spirit Root were those of a genius.
It was only his physical stamina that was inexplicably weak.
However, after exploring for seven days, Zong Shou had already so clues.
It must have to do with the bloodline he inherited—being a Half-demon, a mix of Human and Fox, which gave him such a handso face but also caused such a feeble constitution.
Moreover, if he wasn’t mistaken, both his father’s and mother’s sides were extraordinary.
“This Human Clan bloodline, its characteristics are still unclear.
But this demon clan bloodline is clearly that of a Seven-tailed Heavenly Fox.
In the entire Cloud Realm, there are probably no more than a hundred with such a bloodline!
If one side had been dominant over the other, it would have been fine, but they are at a stalemate.
In the Cloud Realm, regardless of the era, almost everyone learns martial arts.
Even a minor who hasn’t co of age can often manage one vein.
Ordinary citizens frequently possess significant martial arts skills.
With a body like mine, that has not an ounce of Inner Strength and can’t even truss a chicken, it is truly rare—”
Lying on the soft couch, thoughts that Zong Shou had forcibly suppressed began to flurry in his mind again.
In his thoughts, he almost subconsciously recalled that mysterious and exotic Demon Language from the depths of his mory.
The Indeterminate Spirit Emperor Technique he rembered was accompanied by an Indeterminate Killing Fist and a Fish and Dragon Cloud Transformation, all Martial Arts Techniques that could be terd Absolute Skills.
The phrase “Indeterminate Spirit Emperor” seed sowhat familiar to Zong Shou, yet he couldn’t recall where he might have heard it from.
“Top-level Absolute Skill, even paired with a Fist Technique and a movent technique.
With two High Order bloodlines, this identity is absolutely not that of a commoner; it’s probably an offspring of so Cloud Realm noble.
Could it be that this Zong Shou is a noble son?
From the Zong family?
From that Heavenly Fox Clan that has been completely annihilated?
This na, I don’t know why, feels sowhat familiar.
Right, there are also those two servants—”
Thinking of the two people who had traveled with him for the past seven days but were temporarily away, Zong Shou couldn’t help but feel dizzy again.
Given the extraordinary nature of those two, ‘his’ own status was probably far higher than he could imagine.
Reflecting on how the world of the ga had beco reality and how he was now living within it, Zong Shou found it even more incredible.
As he grappled with the headache, a howling sound suddenly emanated from outside the carriage.
Zong Shou raised an eyebrow and turned to look out the window.
He saw a woman dressed in a colorful dress approaching, leaping as if flying.
Although on foot, her speed was even faster than the sixteen horned horses pulling the carriage.
In her dainty, delicate hands, she was even carrying a huge animal carcass!
Seeing Zong Shou looking out from the carriage, the woman imdiately lifted her head and smiled sweetly.
Her face was beautiful, her features were like a painting, and behind her ears, there were a pair of extrely cute white cat ears.
It was Su Chuxue, one of his two servants in this world from the mont he awoke.
Following her was a huge man, the coachman nad Yiin Yang.
He stood nearly nine feet tall, his muscles bulging as if forged from steel.
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