Chapter 17

Jiange Marquis mansion, meeting hall.

Jiange Hou sat at the top. Although he was over 80 years old and had a few white hairs on his temples, he was still energetic, his eyes were sharp, and his body exuded a momentum of not being angry and self threatening.

For those who have reached the level of Wu Zun, 80 is not old, and some long-lived Wu Zun can even live to 180.

Ning Qianwen, Ning Qianwu and other great figures of the second and third generations of Jiange Marquis are sitting at the bottom, and no one dares to collide with the eyes of the old Marquis. It is a force of Wu Zun, which is superior to all martial arts.

Ning Qianwu said, "father, the blood devouring demon sect dared to openly kill the direct descendants of our Jiange Marquis mansion in the imperial city. This is simply provocating the majesty of our Jiange Marquis mansion. This revenge must be repaid!"

The old Marquis calmly said, "this can't be the work of the blood devouring demon gate!"

Ning Qianwu said, "but those two servants were indeed sucked out of their blood essence and died, turning into two mummies. Apart from the blood devouring demon gate, is there anyone else who can do this vicious and domineering magic skill?"

"If I say no, I'm not. I'm not old yet. Do you need you to help me judge things?" The old Marquis's body was full of blood, and his voice was as loud as a bell, which shook Ning Qianwu's blood and couldn't say a word.

"The old man's cultivation has become stronger again." Ning Qianwu's heart was shocked, and the voice of the old Marquis came out, which made his eardrum ache. Nine blood vessels of his whole body were sealed, and Wu daoxuan Qi could not work.

The old Marquis said, "fourth, I know your son is dead, and I hate him in my heart, but I can guarantee that this is not the work of the blood eating demon sect, and the murderer must be someone else. This matter must be traced to the bottom of the matter. Whoever dares to be an enemy of our Jiange Marquis mansion, then he must pay a heavy price."

"Qianwu understands!" Ning Qianwu retreated and argued with the old Marquis that it was unwise. The old man lived nearly a hundred years and couldn't rub the sand in his eyes. He couldn't hide anything from him.

The old Marquis also said: "in three months, it will be the day of enrollment in the Tiandi Academy. The major Marquis must compete with each other. The more descendants admitted to the Tiandi academy, the stronger the next generation of the marquis. This time we can't lose to other marquis. Qianwen, how many descendants of the younger generation of Jiange Marquis have reached the seventh level of Xuanqi?"

Ning Qianwen is the eldest son of the old Marquis. He takes care of most of the family business of the Marquis of Jiange. He is still quite awed of the old Marquis at the age of more than half a hundred. He said, "there are 134 young children who are under the age of 18 and have reached the seventh level of Xuanqi. Among them, Xin'er has reached the realm of divine body not long ago, and his talent is simply amazing."

"Oh!" The old Marquis's originally flat face immediately showed a happy face, patted the chair under him with his palm, and laughed: "good! Good! Xin'er is a girl who works hard. She stepped into the realm of the divine body at the age of 14, which is more powerful than I was at that time. She can be called the first genius of the Marquis of the sword Pavilion."

The old Marquis's heart was very happy, and at the same time, Ning Xiaochuan's figure appeared in his mind. If it weren't for congenital fetal disease, this miserable child would certainly be better than his sister. Hey! What a pity!

Ning Qianwen remained calm and continued, "many of these young talents in the Hou mansion have been practicing outside, some of them have even entered the military camp to practice. Now a total of 79 people have rushed back, and their accomplishments have reached the seventh level of Xuanqi."

The old Marquis said, "call them all in! In addition... Call Ning Xiaochuan in! I have something important to announce."

Ning Qianwu's eyes shrunk, and his expression became a little unnatural. In his heart, he secretly said, does the old Marquis want to make that tuberculosis the heir of the Marquis house?

In the hall of deliberation, many people showed different colors and had the same ideas as Ning Qianwu.

Although Ning Xiaochuan suffers from congenital fetal disease and cannot practice martial arts, he can definitely get a wife and have children.

The old Marquis is still in his heyday. With his preference for Ning Xiaochuan, he can wait for decades to cultivate Ning Xiaochuan's son to become the successor of the Marquis of Jiange.

This is what really worries Ning Qianwu and why he is eager to get rid of Ning Xiaochuan.

The meeting hall of the Marquis of the Jian Pavilion is very towering and huge. Even if it can accommodate hundreds of people, it will not appear crowded.

Ning Xiaochuan and 79 geniuses of the younger generation of Jiange Hou mansion walked into the hall of deliberation together, neatly and respectfully saluted Jiange Hou.

Ning Xiaochuan walked among many geniuses and was slightly surprised. There were too many young masters in the Marquis of the sword Pavilion, including men and women, men's heroic appearance, and women's beauty and arrogance. Each of them is strong in martial arts, and no one is weaker in cultivation than him.

This is not only the direct descendants of the Marquis of the Jian Pavilion, but also many collateral descendants.

This is the millennial heritage of a hereditary Marquis, with a solid foundation, which is far from being comparable to those non hereditary marquis.

Yulan Empire has been established for more than 800 years. There are many kings, princes, generals and ministers. Now it is a prosperous empire with a large number of princes and martial arts.

Princes are also divided into "hereditary Princes" and "non hereditary Princes".

The so-called hereditary princes refer to the "Eighteen meritorious men" at the founding of the Yulan Empire, the fourteenth and fourth princes. These princes can be passed on from generation to generation. When the father dies, the son can continue to be a princes, and when the son dies, the grandson can continue to be a princes.

Jiange marquis is one of the 14th hereditary Marquis, which has been inherited for nearly a thousand years. It has a deep foundation, huge influence and various veins. In terms of strength, it is far from being comparable to those non hereditary Marquis who become a monk halfway. Even compared with those zongmen and Wufu, it will not be much weaker.

Hereditary princes are also called "noble princes", while non hereditary princes are called "poor Princes".

Ning Xiaochuan glanced slightly in the direction of Ning Qianwu, and then immediately took back his eyes, hurriedly took all the Wu daoxuan Qi into the heart palace, and continued to pretend to be a patient.

"Three months later, the Tiandi academy will be opened once every five years. You are all the best descendants of the Marquis of the Jian Pavilion. Now is the stage of your best sprint. In the next three months, you will be sent to the 'Huomo mountain' for training. This experience will be very difficult, and there is even the possibility of dying in it. Anyone who dares not to go can stand up now." The old Marquis sat above, glancing faintly at the young descendants of the Marquis below.

Hearing the words "Huo Mo mountain", even those third-generation and second-generation old people in the Marquis mansion of Jiange changed their faces slightly.

"It is said that Huomo mountain is a primitive ancient mountain with a radius of thousands of miles. Black fire wood grows in it. The soil in the mountain is burning all year round and has not been extinguished for thousands of years. It is a real dangerous demon mountain."

"It is said that there are ferocious Xuan beasts inside, whose bodies are as large as palaces, and can tear up mountains with one claw."

"It is said that Wu Zun fell into the fire demon mountain and became the mountain guarding corpse slave of the fire demon mountain. He would appear and disappear at night, killing the martial artists who broke into the fire demon mountain."

Although the young children and grandchildren were very taboo to the fire demon mountain, they were still quite determined, and no one quit.

The old Marquis nodded with satisfaction and said, "don't worry! Breaking into Huomo mountain with your cultivation is just death. This time, the place where you experience is only the 'five barren mountains' in the north corner of Huomo Shanxi, which belongs to the periphery of Huomo mountain, and the degree of danger is much lower."

Hearing this, those young geniuses immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The old Marquis added, "this time, going to the five wasteland mountains for training, we will give each of you a hundred drops of a product of heart nourishing liquid and a hundred drops of a product of blood, so that you can make a qualitative breakthrough in your cultivation, and achieve excellent results in the assessment of the Heavenly Emperor academy three months later. Anyone who can be admitted to the Heavenly Emperor academy will be rewarded with an intermediate pill, and the best of them can be rewarded with a mysterious weapon."

"Boom!"

Boiling!

The reward was too generous, which made everyone tremble with excitement. "Intermediate pill" is something that all martial artists dream of. A Xuanqi is a treasure of immeasurable value.

Ning Xiaochuan also sighed in his heart, "it's worthy of being the hereditary Marquis house that has been inherited for nearly a thousand years. It's really rich and powerful. Everyone has a hundred drops of heart nourishing liquid and blood, which is a huge wealth, not to mention the value of intermediate pills and Xuanqi."

It's true that the prince's residence doesn't care about money to cultivate talented descendants, and only geniuses can get such treatment.

"There is one more thing I want to announce!" The old Marquis stared at Ning Xiaochuan, with an extremely complex look in his eyes. He loved, regretted, helpless, and struggled, and finally seemed to decide something. He said, "my grandson Ning Xiaochuan is born with fetal disease and can't cultivate the mysterious spirit of martial arts. I plan to give him the 'Haitang manor' in nanshanji outside the imperial city. From now on, he will be the owner of Haitang manor, so he can't live in the Marquis house. Xiaochuan, do you want to?"

Everyone stared at ningxiaochuan with pity.

Although the old Marquis granted him a manor, people with clear eyes can see that the old Marquis has completely abandoned him and sent him to nanshanji to let him live and die.

He didn't even have the qualification to live in the Marquis house. He completely became a marginal figure in the Marquis house, and he was even less likely to become the heir of the Marquis house.

Ning Qianwu was very happy. It seems that the old Marquis gave up Ning Xiaochuan completely, but this is also human nature. Who will keep a tuberculosis child all the time? Waste a lot of Houfu resources in vain.

Ning xiner hurriedly said, "Grandpa, although Haitang manor is not far from the Imperial City, my brother is weak. If he goes to Haitang manor, no one will take care of him, he..."

"Xin'er, Hou ye did this for the sake of Ogawa. The environment of Haitang manor is elegant and the air is fresh. It is a paradise. Its own servants take care of him. It is a good place to recuperate!" Ning Qianwen scolded.

"Uncle."

Ning xiner clenched her teeth tightly, then stared at the old Marquis with praying eyes again, and said, "Grandpa, if you really want to send my brother to Haitang manor, then I won't go to the five barren mountains for training, nor to any Heavenly Emperor school palace, so I'll go to Haitang Manor to take care of my brother. I have only one brother, and no one is heavier than him!"

She pursed her lips and put her hands tightly around Ning Xiaochuan's arms, deeply afraid that someone would take her brother away.

Ning Xiaochuan gently patted Ning xiner's small hand, and said with a serious expression, "I'm willing to go to Haitang manor, and I accept the Marquis's reward."

"Brother!" Ning xiner said.

"Xin'er, do you still listen to my brother? Go to the five barren mountains to practice well. When you are strong, come back to Haitang manor to see my brother. I will be very happy." Ning Xiaochuan laughed.

Ning Xiaochuan was afraid to expose the fact that he could cultivate the mysterious Qi of martial arts, and had long wanted to leave the Marquis mansion. Now he meets such a good opportunity, how can he give up?

God helps me, too!

Ning Qianwu saw that he even agreed to go to Haitang Manor on his own initiative, and a knowing smile appeared on his face. This boy was completely abandoned!