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Anthony laughed, "The young master of the viscount is really adorable. I wonder if I can be fortunate enough to guide him in following the glory of the Lord and spreading the gospel of light?" This sentence undoubtedly indicated that he wanted to accept Werther as his student or godson, to have a relationship with a viscount. The nobles present immediately strained their ears to listen. If this viscount attached himself to the Church, it would be a big piece of news.

James smiled lightly and said, "I'm sorry, Lord Bishop. "I'm afraid that Werther won't have this opportunity. This child is naturally lacking, unable to sense magical elements, and unable to produce any dou qi." All of the nobles present widened their eyes in surprise. This news was explosive. A genius noble of the eighth step in the Swordsman Job, his son was actually a Spellcaster?

Anthony obviously did not believe him as well. James smiled, "What status does the archbishop have? What identity do I have? How could such a thing be randomly said! " Anthony let out a surprised "oh", unable to speak any more of the friendly words. James smiled and said, "It's rare for His Eminence to personally host the baptism for Werther. We must definitely enjoy it to our heart's content tonight." Raising his wine glass, he said, "Everyone, let us toast together. May the great empire prosper and the great Emperor have a healthy body!" All the nobles raised their wine cups, and instantly, praises to the empire and the emperor resounded in the air above the viscount residence.

The new favorite of the aristocrats, the new powerful person in the Empire, and the son of Viscount James Roland was actually a good-for-nothing in the martial arts world. This news spread throughout the capital like wings the next day, and was spreading to the entire Empire as well. People who had just heard of this news would scoffed, but immediately after, someone would explain. It was said that Bishop Anthony had even personally tested young master Roland with magical instruments, and the results were the same. For a moment, the trash of the Roland family became Werther's proper noun, the biggest joke in the circle of aristocrats.

In the viscount's house, the viscount faced his most trusted subordinate and leisurely asked, "Now Werther is the laughingstock of the entire Klein Empire?"

Hobbes lowered his head. "Yes, my lord."

"Does Werther know?"

"Young Master already knows."

"Oh? How did he react? " The viscount sat up, slightly interested. Hobbes wiped his forehead as if he were sweating. "The young master said it's going to rain. Mother wants to marry. Let him go."

The viscount's eyes sparkled as he replied, "This child." "Right, what do you think of that mysterious hand?" Hobbs' eyes suddenly showed a hint of fear. "That hand is probably like what sire said, a stump from a high level god race. Furthermore, it was most likely a stump left behind by a necromancer. When that Heavenly God Hand was just summoned by the young master, I, who was very far away, suddenly felt the pressure of divine might. "

"Oh? In other words, Werther actually summoned a god corpse of the god of death? " The Gods of the Necromancy division were very special, the Sovereigns were also known as the Gods of the Underworld, this god's power was limitless, able to compete with the Radiant God King and the Dark God King, and was in charge of the apocalypse for all living beings in the world. The servants under him were collectively called the Gods of Death, and they all wore large black cloaks, held gigantic scythes, and traveled to and fro the material plane and the undead plane, busily harvesting souls.

To a necromancer, possessing the strength of a god was undoubtedly a dream come true, even if it was just a corpse. "I'm afraid so." "Young master's talent in Necromancy is astonishing." It was just a coincidence. You also know that his spiritual power is in the form of divergence, so he can't cultivate magic, but will this sentence from the god corpse pose a threat to Werther? " "The lord viscount's eyes glinted with a cold light. Anyone who could threaten his son's life, even a god, must be killed.

Hobbes shook his head firmly. "Absolutely not. From his subordinate's point of view, this arm must have been left behind from some godly battle. It seemed to have been sealed before it was cut off. Once you lose your divine sense and divine spark, your hand will at most become a divine tool, and it won't be able to be of any use at all. As long as you don't try to forcefully control it and arouse the final sliver of divine dignity within the god corpse, nothing will happen to you. Young Master has signed a contract with it, and it won't even harm you anymore. " It was a pity that he did not know that Werther had activated the last traces of his divine power long ago and had almost died a horrible death. Fortunately, the Eight Trigrams Furnace came out of nowhere, otherwise, the current young master would be a zombie.

"The viscount lightly tapped the table with his finger, producing a crisp sound." I'm relieved. "It's a pity that Greenspan has some business to attend to. Otherwise, he would definitely be interested in the god corpses and be able to tame this scourge on Werther's behalf." Hobbes didn't know who Greenspan was, but he could guess that he must be a peerless expert. Otherwise, the viscount wouldn't be so confident about dealing with the matter of the god corpses. This world was a world where the strong were respected.

"Right, how is Werther's cultivation now?" Master, the Young Master still uses the warrior training method to strengthen his own body every day, and even uses a strange sitting posture to cultivate, just like when we mages meditate. " Hobbes couldn't help but have a strange expression on his face. He then thought about how this Lord James, who had reached a level that ordinary people would not be able to reach in ten or ten lifetimes before the age of thirty, had said, "As expected, the people from the Rolande family are all freaks!"

"Oh? The Laws of Mage meditation? This child was truly interesting. He must have read it from some ancient book! Maybe from... I originally wanted to show him some ancient books on training Dou Zhe that I found in the Royal Library. Forget it, maybe by relying on himself, he can figure out the path of a strong person.

The name of a Dou Zhe was the name given to a group of special experts in ancient times. They were all so-called Spellcasters, but just by relying on their continuous training and surpassing the limits of their physical bodies, they could also reach the strength of a powerful Dou Zhe. There was even a Dou Zhe who used his own strength to forcefully break through the restrictions of the laws of the world and became a SemiGod, known as the Battle God.

This was an extremely legendary story, but up until now, the cultivation method of a true Dou Zhe had disappeared without a trace. It was impossible for a Magical Martial Technique cripple to reach the rank of a magic Dou Qi warrior. This was why they had become the laughingstock of the era. A secret manual for a Dou Zhe to train was actually hidden in the Royal Library and even borrowed by the viscount. No wonder the lord did not care about the young master's physique. In his heart, Hobbs once again branded the Roland Family with the title 'Unknown', 'Terrifying', 'Monster'.

In the depths of the viscount residence, Werther was cultivating the Eternal Gold Body cultivation technique in his own room. The path he took was somewhat similar to that of the famous Taoist Zhang Sanfeng in his previous life, using martial arts to step into the Dao, but it was not pure martial arts. In the end, he comprehended the innate spirit and first cultivated his body to become a top martial artist. Every step he took was carefully calculated and planned before making a move. He had somehow come to this world and didn't want to die again.

According to his assumption, he should be able to master the first stage of the Imperishable Gilded Body by the age of forty. His body was as strong as steel but as soft as cotton. After all, he was an 'expert' who was about to condense his Aurous Core in his previous life, and was rather sensitive to the outside world's spirit energy. He discovered that the spirit energy in this world was much more diverse than that of his previous life, and in his previous life, there were only differences between the five elements of Yin and the five elements of Yang.

When he reached the Upper Sky Realm and was able to absorb the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth from the outside world, he would have to choose between six types of Spiritual Qi. Luckily, Lou Guandao was a master of the art of Xiantian, absorbing all living things into chaos. No matter what spiritual energy was sent into his dantian, it would only exist in the form of primal chaos energy.

As he opened his mouth to breathe, a strong current of air flowed out with each breath. His entire body also began to emit a bright light. However, it was too weak to be identified. Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, black, black, and white, symbolizing the nine realms of the Imperishable Golden Body, the surface of his body was also slowly covered with runes.