Capítulo 1304: Chapter 195: True Spirit Mark and the Theory of Reincarnation
Green Dragon Street.
Martial Saint Mansion.
“Halt!”
Jiang Ning had just approached the ordinary mansion gates when two guardsn wielding swords stepped up and gestured for him to stop.
“Please inform that Jiang Ning, the Dongling County Patrol Envoy from Guangning Prefecture, is here to see Mr. Xiao Wuque, Lord Xiao!”
Upon hearing this.
The two guardsn exchanged a glance.
Then one of them said, “Lord Xiao is currently not at the Martial Saint Mansion.”
“Not at the Martial Saint Mansion?” Jiang Ning murmured to himself and then asked, “Could you tell where Mr. Xiao Wuque, Lord Xiao, is?”
The two guardsn shook their heads.
“The whereabouts of Lord Xiao, we neither can say nor will say!”
As these words fell, the two clasped their hands towards Jiang Ning: “Please forgive us, this is our duty.”
“Understood!” Jiang Ning nodded.
Then, he turned and left.
“To the Martial King Mansion!” he imdiately decided in his mind.
Now in the Royal Capital, he knew few people.
Besides Ji Minghao and Ji Mingyue in the Imperial Palace, there was the Martial King, Xiang Yuan.
From the interactions with the Martial King Xiang Yuan at Zhi Xuan Mountain a few days ago, he understood Xiang Yuan to be a reasonable person.
Just as he was about to depart.
“Co to the Inspectorate General to find !”
Suddenly, a voice descended from above and echoed in Jiang Ning’s ear.
He halted abruptly and looked up, only to see the sky was clear and blue.
Then he gazed in the direction of the Inspectorate General.
The Royal Capital is divided by four grand streets extending east, west, south, and north.
He was now on the eastern Green Dragon Street.
And the Inspectorate General, from what he knew from the map earlier, was located on the northern Xuanwu Street, near the direction of the Imperial City.
It was also in the sa direction as the Martial King Mansion.
Although he felt a bit puzzled, he promptly moved towards the direction of the Inspectorate General.
Though he had neither heard nor t Xiao Wuque, a rather legendary figure.
He could pretty much ascertain that the voice that just sounded in his ear was most likely that legendary figure, the closed-door Disciple of the Martial Saint, Xiao Wuque.
…
On the other side.
Xuanwu Street.
Inspectorate General.
A man in a blue shirt lifted his gaze towards the window.
Seeing the two chirping birds on the branches outside, he couldn’t help but smile faintly.
“He has finally decided to co to the Royal Capital. I wonder to what extent he has practiced the Blood Exchange thod, gaining insights into how many generations’ mories!”
Considering Jiang Ning’s arrival, the man in the blue shirt showed a keen interest in his eyes.
He then continued to handle his official duties, quietly awaiting Jiang Ning’s arrival.
…
A cup of tea worth of ti later.
Xuanwu Street.
Inspectorate General.
Jiang Ning appeared at the entrance.
“Halt!” The two gate-watching guardsn imdiately stepped forward, signaling Jiang Ning not to approach.
“Gentlen, I am Jiang Ning, the Dongling County Patrol Envoy from Guangning Prefecture, here to see Mr. Xiao Wuque, Lord Xiao!” Jiang Ning spoke.
Upon hearing this, the two imdiately exchanged a glance.
Just as they were about to speak, a familiar and commanding voice resounded in their ears.
Then both trembled slightly, their eyes changing subtly as they looked at Jiang Ning.
“Mr. Jiang, please follow , the Residence Master invites you!” one of the guardsn humbly said.
He knew very well that the Deputy Mansion Master hadn’t seen outsiders recently, not just a re County Patrol Envoy, even the Second Prince was denied an audience by the Deputy Mansion Master two days ago.
Yet the man before him was invited by the Residence Master himself, he instantly realized that this Patrol Envoy from Dongling County in Guangning Prefecture was no ordinary individual.
Following the guard’s lead, Jiang Ning stepped through the main gate.
Guided by the guard, Jiang Ning entered the doors of the Inspectorate General.
Behind the gates lay not a typical mansion courtyard, but a massive stone wall.
The stone wall was engraved with the fierce Bixie totem, imposing and solemn.
Circumventing the stone wall, his view suddenly expanded to reveal a vast greenstone plaza.
As he walked forward, Jiang Ning occasionally saw a few Inspectors in uniform black outfits with long swords at their waists hurriedly pass by.
A glance at his unfamiliar face, yet they only briefly observed him before averting their eyes.
A mont later.
Led by the guard, Jiang Ning walked along a straight and wide greenstone path, heading towards the northern part of the plaza where the most grandiose main hall with the “Suppress Prison” plaque hung high above the lintel.
Before the main hall, two rows of guards bearing swords stood silently, their presence solid as stone statues, with eyes sharp as eagles, scrutinizing every approaching individual.
“Master Xiao wishes to see this person!” The guard halted before the hall’s stairs and spoke respectfully.
“Lord Jiang, please!” Two of the guards gestured with their sword hilts for Jiang Ning to proceed alone.
Seeing this, Jiang Ning nodded and proceeded alone.
At this mont, although he was very close to the Suppress Prison Hall, he felt as if a threshold divided the hall inside and outside into two worlds.
Outside the hall, it was just past noon, the sun shone brightly, the sunlight glaringly dazzling on the ground.
Beyond the threshold, however, there was an abyss-like depth, as if a hell ready to devour.
Jiang Ning silently took a deep breath, lifted his foot, and crossed over the threshold.
In the next mont.
He felt as if he was experiencing a spatial-ti distortion.
Crossing the threshold, he instantly sensed the dust particles floating in the air around him were entirely different from before.
Not like the environntal difference brought about by a re step’s distance.
But as if he had traversed vast spaces, from the desert into the cold dampness deep forest.
“Must be so thods unknown to !” Jiang Ning’s thoughts flashed through his mind.
He glanced around.
Above, though a few square skylights were open, sunlight poured in, yet it still couldn’t illuminate the hall paved entirely with obsidian-like squares.
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