Chapter Fifty: Ling Shuanghua

  "Quiet, everyone, please be quiet for a moment."

  He tapped the podium with his fingers, producing a clear and muffled sound. Zhao Ji's tone was very calm, without shouting or screaming, but his voice clearly entered everyone's ears.

  As soon as the voice fell, the classroom immediately became quiet, so silent that a needle dropping to the ground could be heard clearly.

  From a bustling scene, it suddenly became quiet and silent. This abrupt change was too rapid, making one want to vomit blood.

  "Today, I want to tell you all some common sense about martial artists. Martial artists are divided into innate martial artists and acquired martial artists. My teacher and Tianhong Master are both acquired martial artists. We only had one exchange of blows, and we already had the kind of power we showed this morning. You can imagine how formidable an innate martial artist would be."

  With a serious expression, Zhao Ji encouraged the students: "Fellow students, you are very fortunate to be able to learn the profound and mysterious martial arts, and there are also several masters of martial arts around you. With such good conditions, if you do not study diligently and practice martial arts with all your heart, it would not only be a disappointment to your family and teachers, but also a waste of such good opportunities."

  With the help of Tianhong's sparring in the morning, Zhao Ji educated the fifty-nine students in the school, and also told them about the boundaries of martial artists and some common sense of martial arts.

  After one class was over, Zhao was quite satisfied with the effect of this class. Almost all students secretly vowed in their hearts to become a strong man like their teacher.

  Two more days passed and the day of ascension had arrived. Zhao Ji was calculating when to go to the Ascension Hall, but unexpectedly, Ding Dian spoke first.

  "Zhao Ji, these two days, you should be going to receive and guide those who are ascending to heaven, right?"

  He was startled in his heart and looked at Ding Dian with some astonishment. Zhao Ji said with great curiosity, "Brother Ding, how did you know I was going to meet the Flying Ascender?"

  "Haha, I was just guessing, didn't expect it, but I actually guessed it right."

  He burst out laughing and said with some surprise and complacency, "Ding Dian".

  "Guessing, won't be, guessing so accurately?"

  Zhao Ji said with some doubt.

  Ding Dian explained: "It's not that I guessed it accurately, but rather your previous few times of guiding the flying ascenders were too regular, exactly once a month, so I just took a guess."

  Zhao Ji smiled awkwardly and said: "Hehe, it seems like that's really the case."

  Although his face showed a few awkward expressions, Zhao Ji's heart had become vigilant. Such regular and rhythmic reception of flying ascenders, once a month, was indeed easy to detect as abnormal.

  Although he had a warning in his heart, Zhao Ji was unwilling to delay the monthly quota for introducing names, and for now, he could only take it one step at a time.

  "This time returning to Fei Sheng Hall, do I need to accompany you?"

  Ding Dian asked with concern.

  "No need, my cultivation has advanced to the fourth layer of Hou Tian, and my internal strength is no longer weak. Climbing a distance of 1,700 zhang should be much easier."

  With a wave of his hand, Zhao Ji said with great magnanimity.

  The first three times, the reason why he always let someone accompany him was not that Zhao was timid and afraid of encountering accidents on the road, but because his cultivation was insufficient. Climbing a thousand-meter-high peak was relatively dangerous, and he was afraid that if one hand shook, he would fall off.

  Having someone with profound cultivation and great strength accompany you, in the process of climbing to the peak, if something unexpected happens, it can still be rescued.

  "Zhao Ji, I'll accompany you on this trip. As for how warriors ascend to the heavenly realm, I'm actually quite curious and want to witness it myself. Is that possible?"

  Suddenly, Song Yuanqiao interrupted and said.

  "Alright, with Song brother accompanying me, I have a few more guarantees of safety, what's wrong with that."

  A smile froze, then burst out again, Zhao said with great relish.

  Song Yuanqiao has been in the Heavenly Realm for a month now, and during this time, he still hasn't managed to integrate into Zhao Ji's small group. He consistently maintains his pride and arrogance as a master and the leader of Wudang, and although he is generally kind and gentle in his interactions with others, the haughtiness deep within him has never been put aside.

  Song Yuanqiao's "no entry for strangers" attitude made Zhao Ji extremely annoyed, but despite his discontent, he had no choice but to put up with him.

  With an unpeaceful mind, Zhao Ji and Song Yuanqiao came to the foot of Feisheng Peak together, along the rope hanging down from the mountain, and returned to the valley in the middle of the mountain.

  He quickly returned to Feisheng Hall, took out the Qianqiu pen and the Shengsi book, and when he put down his pen, Zhao Ji hesitated, not knowing whose name to write.

  Summoning warriors from different worlds to ascend to the Heavenly Realm, Zhao Ji's goal was nothing more than to learn various martial arts. However, for now, he seemed to be in no shortage of martial arts and internal skills.

  Internal strength, lightness skill, swordsmanship, fist technique and palm technique, all are complete, as long as you master them, you can create an all-around martial arts expert.

  He has already learned several martial arts, but Zhao Ji has not yet mastered them to a very profound level, so he is unwilling to learn new martial arts, as the saying goes, "greedy for more and can't chew thoroughly".

  All sorts of thoughts turned in his mind, and finally, Zhao Ji wrote down Ling Shuanghua's name on the book of life and death with a brush that would last for thousands of years.

  In the world of Lian Cheng Jue, one month before her death, Ling Shuanghua's needlework was as smooth and natural as flowing clouds and water, flowing from Zhao Ji's pen tip.

  In Zhao Ji's impression, Ling Shuanghua was not good at martial arts, but rather a truly well-educated lady, and her needlework should be fine. So, he had the idea of trying it out, and chose embroidery as his skill.

  A woman in a white dress quickly passed through the Feisheng Ancient Well and appeared before Zhao Ji. The scene of fleeting time and changing heaven and earth made her face full of fear.

  This is a very beautiful woman, gentle and delicate, like a lady in the boudoir, standing tall and slender, making people feel a warmth from the bottom of their heart at first sight. Unfortunately, her complexion is somewhat pale, that kind of abnormal sickly white.

  She was dressing in her bedroom, thinking of Dian Dian, a faint sadness floating on her cheeks. Suddenly, time and space changed, and she found herself in another place, a mysterious place, Ling Shuanghua's heart naturally produced some panic.

  Like a rabbit that had been frightened, the gaze appeared in Ling Shuanghua's eyes. After looking around in confusion, she asked Zhao Ji and Song Yuqiao: "The little woman came to this place inexplicably, I don't know where I am, can the two gentlemen enlighten me?"

  "Ling young lady, you have arrived in the Heavenly Realm, which is not in the same space as the world you originally inhabited. I represent the Heavenly Realm and welcome you."

  Zhao smiled slightly and said kindly.

  "Heaven? What is it?"

  Ling Shuanghua was taken aback and exclaimed in surprise.

  That's right.

  He recited that set of routine phrases one by one.