Infinite Professions

Chapter 380 - 199: Celestial Rules

Song Wu stood up, leading a group to the main hall. They were the top winners of today’s Martial Sacrifice.

One first place, three second places, nine third places, with Song Wu making fourteen in total.

The fourteen came to the hall, surrounded by the sound of horns and the beating of war drums.

Then the flags waved, and a crowd of armored soldiers surged in, filling the hall.

Chen Chuan focused his gaze, recognizing the same Yellow Turban Warriors who had previously led him here. But now their armor was dazzling, their swords and axes fierce, imbued with a military spirit like sharp weapons aimed directly at the crowd’s foreheads.

The impact of this military spirit caused many to lose composure, especially some literary scholars who had not experienced such events, their faces paling and cups slipping from their hands.

Yet the armored soldiers paid no heed, as Song Wu and the others began their performance, with the surrounding music and drumbeats growing more intense, resonating in the heart and stirring one’s blood.

Chen Chuan looked on, seeing a brilliant scene, flags waving like dragons, formations shifting like water, standing tall as mountains, burning like fire. The military’s Evil Qi grew more intense, and the hall seemed to transform into a battlefield, placing the crowd amidst mountains of corpses and a sea of blood; some faces turned pale, unable to bear it; others found their spirits lifted, their fighting spirit soaring.

"This Song Wu... Gang Qi Martial Sect?"

Chen Chuan felt the impact too but, being of noble lineage, remained calm in appearance, locking his gaze on Song Wu. Song Wu appeared to possess the stance of a dragon and tiger, even faintly forming an image of Gang Qi exposing outside.

Gang Qi Martial Sect!

It’s the pinnacle of mortal prowess, the peak of worldly Martial Dao.

Such individuals are welcomed guests wherever they go.

Song Wu is no exception; with Gang Qi achieved, he rose to Grandmaster status. Even without the Qinghe County Captain’s official position, his martial strength could suppress regions, ensuring the Song Clan’s prestige remained.

To have such a hero in a county is truly astonishing.

But compared to this military formation, it seems insignificant.

"This military formation... is it Daoist Soldiers?"

"Huangshan Divine Monarch actually trained Daoist Soldiers?"

"And such an imposing display, such military might!"

Chen Chuan felt a shudder within, realizing the banquet was not merely for merriment but to display power and authority.

The Little Yellow Mountain God was showcasing strength, reviewing troops at the banquet to demonstrate authority, intimidating all sides, and winning hearts.

No wonder the Qinghe City God is choosing to lay low and take it easy.

With such military power, what else could one do but submit?

If truly activated, these hundreds of Daoist Soldiers could sweep across one mountain and two counties, annihilating City Gods and Water Elder Dragon Kings alike.

Thus, if you can’t beat them, join them!

"The Huangshan Daoist Soldiers are indeed extraordinary."

"Better than years past."

"And this military formation is extremely mysterious."

"The glow these Strongmen possess, is it the power of mountains and land?"

"Golden light protects, stabilizing like a mountain; deeply rooted, unshakable!"

"They can also wield the power of mountains and land to repel foes; one soldier, one peak; one army, one mountain!"

"With this martial edge, no wonder Qinghe and Huangshan have been peaceful these years."

"Marvelous, marvelous..."

Ordinary people praised, Deities sighed, all recognizing the Yellow Turban military glory.

Amidst this, no one knew how long it lasted, until the sound of the horn signaled its end, and the drumbeats gradually ceased.

Military order was restored, flags stood still, and Song Wu and his people knelt halfway down, expressing respect and loyalty.

"Marvelous!"

At the head position, Shen Hex also praised, waving his sleeve and speaking: "Reward the soldiers generously!"

After speaking, Strongmen stepped forward, presenting jars of fine wine.

"That’s the Wu Yinglie!"

Beside Chen Chuan, Zhou Ce looked on with admiration: "Exceeding even Yellow Millet Wine, it’s said to be brewed with tiger bones, bear hearts, leopard gallbladders, and deer muscles, strengthening the body, enhancing muscles and bones, prolonging life. A treasured prize coveted by Martial Sacrifice participants."

Chen Chuan: "..."

"Thank you, Divine Monarch, for your reward!"

Amidst the envy of the crowd, Song Wu and his people received their rewards and returned to their seats to drink freely.

"Since ancient times, the combination of literature and martial arts is valued; we will perform to delight the Divine Monarch through arts!"

As Wu Ying stepped back, Wenhua appeared, and Chen Chuan followed the voice to see a young man who topped today’s Literary Sacrifice at Yellow Crane Tower.

"Ye Xuan."

Zhou Ce glanced sideways, whispering about his background: "The number one talent in Qinghe County, from Huangshan Academy!"

Chen Chuan paused: "Huangshan Academy?"

"It was originally the Little Huang Village’s private school."

Zhou Ce explained: "This year, it was promoted to the State Mansion and transformed into Huangshan Academy!"

Chen Chuan: "..."

Although he showcased several times at Yellow Crane Tower today, he didn’t secure the top three in the Literary Sacrifice, thus missing the opportunity to step forward, only able to watch Ye Xuan and others perform and receive Wenhua’s reward—a brew surpassing Yellow Millet Wine.

Following the arts, there were people from industry and agriculture, medicine, weaving, each presenting their crafts and receiving rewards.

Chen Chuan watched, dazzled, without much thought, while Zhou Ce beside him indulged in Yellow Millet Brew, one cup after another, now half-drunk.

Unaware of how much time passed, everything faded away, like illusions.

"Phew!!"

Chen Chuan awoke startle, finding himself in his room on his bed, without any sight of halls or banquet.

Despite a night’s hangover, there’s no pain; instead, he felt invigorated, full of energy, with clear memories of the night before.

"Is it over?"

Chen Chuan finally realized, feeling somewhat lost.

Yet soon he felt eager again, hurriedly getting up, calling for servants and inviting advisors, heading to the bustling market outside the mansion.