潮生崖.
The sound of crashing waves was incessant.
The cliff was silent.
"Let give Chaosheng Pavilion a way out, fine! But I have a request," Jiang Ning said.
"Please speak, Marquis!" Chen Canghai bowed his head, suppressing his discomfort, and lowered his head.
He knew that now not only his own life, but the fate of the entire Chaosheng Pavilion depended on Jiang Ning’s whim.
After a brief exchange, he had no doubt that Jiang Ning had the strength to flatten Chaosheng Pavilion.
Whether it was the Buddhist Divine Skills just perford, or that mysterious, inexplicable power, both exceeded his imagination.
"You will serve for ten years, and I will give you a way out, as well as Chaosheng Pavilion," Jiang Ning said.
Hearing these words, Chen Canghai’s face turned serious.
"Please allow a mont to consider, Marquis." Chen Canghai said again.
"I can give you the ti it takes for a cup of tea to consider." Jiang Ning said.
As the words fell.
The cliff on Chaosheng Cliff was suddenly quiet, with only the roaring sound of the Nutao River beneath their feet.
Jing Wuming stood behind Jiang Ning, silently.
Chen Wang felt extraordinarily apprehensive.
This was the first ti he experienced the feeling that his life and death were in the hands of another.
But thinking of the power Jiang Ning had just displayed, he felt not even a shred of desire to resist.
That kind of strength was completely beyond his scope.
"Marquis, my current physical state ans I can only live for three to five more years!" Chen Canghai suddenly spoke up.
"I know!" Jiang Ning nodded slightly.
Seeing Jiang Ning’s deanor, Chen Canghai felt a sense of helplessness.
"Marquis, I am willing to heed your commands and serve you for ten years."
"If so, then swallow this drop of blood," Jiang Ning began, turning his hand, letting a drop of golden blood float in his palm.
This drop of blood originated from his heart, his heart’s blood.
"Alright!" Chen Canghai nodded without hesitation.
Having made the decision, he felt no reservation in his heart.
The next mont.
Facing this golden blood drop that flew across the void, he opened his mouth.
He knew that this was Jiang Ning’s thod of restriction against him.
He also understood that without such a restriction, Jiang Ning would never trust him.
Having chosen to bow his head, he knew this scene would occur.
Then, the golden blood entered his mouth and rged into his body.
His eyes suddenly shone brightly.
He felt a surging energy explode within him.
This energy filled with imnse vitality, causing his withered body to start climbing upward, reigniting his vitality.
Like a dead tree encountering spring, like an old tree blossoming.
Crackle—
His muscles and bones exploded around him.
His back, which was slightly hunched, now straightened like a pine.
His eyes shone with brilliance, radiating vigor.
At the sa ti.
Feeling the rising aura from Chen Canghai.
Jiang Ning also nodded in satisfaction.
That drop of blood just now contained both the control thods of Divine Authority and the power of vitality.
Life and Death.
One withering and one flourishing.
Withering, leading Chen Canghai to exhaustion, hastening him towards old age.
Flourishing, renewing Chen Canghai’s vitality, like an old tree blossoming, living another lifeti.
The simple experint over, his understanding of these two forces deepened.
And he realized that the Four Seasons Reincarnation Scripture was much more powerful than he had imagined, exceeding his previous expectations.
Withering and flourishing, it was simply imbued with the power of heaven and earth’s creation.
This power already touched on the rules of world operation, the rules inherent in the changing of seasons.
At this mont, Chen Canghai felt the vitality within him, his eyes lit up.
His body was now two parts burlier than before.
His hair, once gray and white, returned to black and gray.
Even compared to when they first t, he now appeared about ten years younger.
From his appearance, Chen Canghai now seed only fifty-sothing.
"Thank you, Marquis, for your gift of rebirth!" Chen Canghai looked at Jiang Ning, kneeling on one knee, his hands clasped in gratitude.
His eyes were filled with excitent.
The return of bodily functions, the abundant energy, gave him an illusion.
An illusion of being back to his younger days.
This feeling was incredibly wonderful, sothing he had long forgotten in the past.
Yet now he experienced it anew.
"Rise!" Jiang Ning said.
"Yes, Marquis!" Chen Canghai stood up.
"Leave the rest to you!" Jiang Ning said.
"Yes, Marquis!" Chen Canghai responded once more.
"Chen Wang!" He then called.
"Uncle!" Chen Wang responded from behind Chen Canghai.
"Chaosheng Pavilion is yours to manage next. Within today, all mbers must leave Chaosheng Pavilion, no plant or wood shall be taken. You must check this thoroughly. If anyone secretly takes away the Marquis’s belongings, execute them on the spot," Chen Canghai said sharply.
"Yes, Uncle!" Chen Wang bowed his head in response.
He understood that this was the sole lifeline for Chaosheng Pavilion now, a chance bought by his uncle sacrificing ten years of freedom.
Generations of legacy, he didn’t want it to end in his hands either.
So he knew, this ti there could be no room for small thoughts.
"Marquis!" Chen Wang looked at Jiang Ning, bowing respectfully: "I will swiftly catalog the martial arts books, pills, spiritual materials, gold and silver, and not conceal anything."
Jiang Ning nodded, without saying more.
"Chen Wang, you must keep a close watch on this matter! It’s a special ti, and minds can be unpredictable," Chen Canghai reminded.
"Uncle, I understand!" Chen Wang replied in a heavy tone.
He then took a deep breath.
"Uncle, I will not let you down for your sacrifice!"
After saluting Jiang Ning, he headed towards the mountain where Chaosheng Pavilion was located.
He understood that from this mont, Chaosheng Pavilion’s hundreds of years of foundation and accumulation seed to be handed over.
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