My Descendant Begged Me To Help Him Just After I Became A God - Chapter 188
Chapter 188: Shocking Life and Death, Little Penglai Island
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Yes, but the conditions to do so are very high. Moreover, it will consume my lifespan.”
Jiang Changsheng walked to the Earth Spirit Tree to meditate and calmly said. Bai Qi became even more excited. The Sword God was filled with emotions while Ye Xun was the calmest.
Even though there were restrictions, such methods were indeed outstanding.
Ye Xun asked curiously, “Isn’t that equivalent to giving your lifespan to someone who has just died?”
Jiang Changsheng said, “The meaning is similar. It can only be used on people whose corpses are intact and have just recently died. Once it is used too much, it will violate the heavens.”
It was enough to let the world know that he knew this technique, so he had to limit it. Otherwise, if he did not save people, the incense points would decrease and it was even possible for countless enemies to appear.
When people were in adversity, they would always complain about those who stood by and did nothing when they had the ability to save them. Once Jiang Changsheng used the Revival Divine Power too much and suddenly did not use it again, causing huge casualties, his incense points would definitely be affected. Therefore, he had to add the price and conditions of this technique in advance.
He still understood the principle of ‘having a grudge against each other.’
If he was absolutely powerful, he did not have to worry about it. However, he still needed incense points to transcend the tribulation, so he had to be cautious.
In the future, if anyone asked him, he would say the same thing, which could reduce the potential risks.
Jiang Changsheng had never regarded himself as a saint. He was only a mortal who cultivated, and it was not for the sake of the world. He cultivated for himself. However, on the road to becoming stronger, he was still willing to help the people around him and those who believed in him. He had always done this.
A person could ascend to the heavens like a chicken or a dog, but they would never sacrifice themselves for the sake of the common people.
Ye Xun, Bai Qi, and the Sword God were amazed. They began to talk about the strange techniques they knew.
In the following period of time, Qing’er, Yu Yanyi, Chen Li, and so on came to visit Jiang Changsheng and ask about this technique. He still responded with the same excuse. No one questioned him. Instead, they felt that it was only right.
Resurrecting dead people was unimaginable to begin with, so there must be a price to pay.
The news gradually spread.
More and more people knew that the Dao Ancestor had used his lifespan to cast the Revival Divine Power. Some questioned it, some admired it, and in the meanwhile, Jiang Changsheng’s incense points were increasing rapidly. The destruction of the Fengtian Sovereign Dynasty’s war city had caused everyone on that continent to retreat, fearing that they would suffer another attack.
In the 30th year of the Shuntian Era, the beginning of January.
The moment the Emperor returned to the capital, he first came to visit Jiang Changsheng.
He felt very guilty and felt that it was his carelessness that caused Jiang Changsheng to lose his lifespan.
“The world is vast and there are many martial arts techniques. Great Jing still needs to expand his martial arts foundation.”
Jiang Changsheng said meaningfully. That Poison King was indeed powerful. If not for the fact that Jiang Changsheng was an immortal cultivator and no one noticed his infiltration, Great Jing might have collapsed because of him.
Emperor Shuntian nodded and said, “Indeed, I will remember it.”
Even if there were people around him, he no longer called himself ‘We’ in front of Jiang Changsheng. He had revived millions of people. It was hard for him to imagine how much damage Jiang Changsheng had suffered.
Compared to the lives of millions of people, he cared more about Jiang Changsheng. Not only because of their blood relations, but also because the Dao Ancestor was more important to Great Jing.
Without the Dao Ancestor, Great Jing would still be suppressed by the Mahayana Dragon Tower. Perhaps it would have been annexed by the Hongxuan Dynasty and the Donghai Dynasty, perhaps it would have been destroyed by Tianhai, or perhaps the Emperor would have returned to Chu, leading to constant war that had lasted until now.
All the people of Jing understood that. Even the previous emperors did not contribute as much as the Dao Ancestor.
The two of them chatted for a while before Emperor Shuntian left in a hurry. From now on, the White-robed Guards would send a large number of supplements and natural treasures every day, making Jiang Changsheng feel gratified and also helpless.
When the new spring arrived, Emperor Shuntian brought Jiang Che over for the festivities. The father and son personally poured tea for Jiang Changsheng, fearing that he would tire himself out.
Jiang Changsheng found it funny. Did this kid think that he did not have many years left to live after he used the Revival Divine Power?
He did not refuse. It was a good thing to enjoy the care of his children and grandchildren.
Emperor Shuntian learned from Bai Qi that Jiang Changsheng had shot an arrow at the war city of Fengtian. The moment he heard the news, he could not restrain his excitement.
February had arrived.
Emperor Shuntian once again rushed to Shuntian City. Only then did the news of the Dao Ancestor resurrecting millions of citizens with his lifespan completely spread throughout the entire continent, shocking all the dynasties on the continent.
Some people marveled at the grace of the Dao Ancestor towards the people of Great Jing, while others marveled at the Dao Ancestor’s martial arts technique. More and more people believed that the Dao Ancestor was not a martial artist, and instead might really be cultivating immortality.
In the world of martial arts, cultivation was more about calming one’s mind and Daoism was more about theory. Even though there were legends about immortals and gods, the world had yet to see a real immortal.
Jiang Changsheng was in a good mood as he looked at his rapidly increasing incense points.
Reviving the dead was much more effective than moving a mountain or praying for rain!
As expected, mortals cared about life and death the most. To be precise, all living beings cared about life and death.
Under the blue sky, a city that was much more majestic and imposing than the capital was located on a plain. There was light shining above the city, which was the manifestation of abundant luck and auspicious signs. Rows of birds were circling around it, enjoying the baptism of luck.
Fengtian Sovereign Dynasty, imperial city.
Within the palace.
Boom!
A terrifying aura shook the palace, but the imperial guards guarding the gate did not react.
“Resurrecting the dead? What a joke. Even if it’s true, are you afraid? Should the Poison King and the millions of soldiers and citizens die in vain?”
An angry shout echoed in the hall. The speaker was Emperor Fengtian. He had a dignified expression and wore a dragon robe. His luck formed faint dragon shadows that surrounded him.
The entire court was silent.
A general who was half kneeling on the ground looked up and said, “Your Majesty, I’ve investigated. Even though the Dao Ancestor is powerful, he had sacrificed his lifespan. The Poison King’s sacrifice was not without cost. Many people have already been resurrected by the Dao Ancestor. As a result, his lifespan must have been greatly reduced and even his strength might have been affected. This might be an opportunity for Fengtian to ascend to the heavens.”
With that said, he obtained the approval of many officials, but there were also some who opposed it. They felt that the Dao Ancestor might not be weak.
“Are there really martial arts techniques in the world that can casually resurrect millions of people without affecting themselves? The more extreme the martial arts, the higher the price.”
An old official used these words to shut up those who opposed him.
They were indeed powerless to refute. If they continued to refute, it would only increase Great Jing’s glory and destroy their own reputation.
Another old official stepped forward and said, “Your Majesty, Fengtian is surrounded by three different dynasties. Only by going west can we have a chance of survival. Even though Fengtian is powerful, no matter which dynasty attacks, the other two dynasties will take advantage of it. Right now, Great Qi and Great Jing of the Dragon Vein Continent have joined hands. If we wait, they will only become stronger and stronger. At that time, Fengtian will be surrounded by enemies!”
Emperor Fengtian slowly sat down. He leaned forward and looked down at the court. “We have to take down the Dragon Vein Continent. I will send someone to rope in the Dao Ancestor. Regardless of whether he agrees or not, prepare for war.’
“Fengtian has stood proudly in the four seas for so many years, but millions of elite troops were destroyed by an unknown enemy. This is not only a slap to my face, but also a slap to Fengtian’s face. If we can’t take down the Dragon Vein Continent, how can Fengtian rise in this unprecedented war?”
“Since Great Jing and Great Qi have joined hands, I will let them see the power of the Sovereign Dynasty of Luck and let them see what luck is!” Following Emperor Fengtian’s words, he began to give orders.
No one dared to dissuade him once he revealed his determination.
The Dao Ancestor of Great Jing was unimaginable, but Fengtian must achieve its goal!
In September, Great Jing mobilized millions of troops and set off towards the eastern ocean. The logistics ships stretched for thousands of miles, and it was a spectacular sight.
Great Qi had also dispatched troops. They had already learned that the Fengtian Sovereign Dynasty’s stronghold had been destroyed. No one knew who did it, but they all felt that it was the Dao Ancestor of Great Jing who made the move. Only the Dao Ancestor of Great Jing had such ability.
However, this war would last for many years. Both sides would have to cross vast seas before they could send their troops, not to mention bordering.
The Battle of Luck Dynasties depended on the strength of the high-level martial artists, but it still required a large number of soldiers to attack cities and plunder land and transport rations. After all, no matter how strong a person was, they could not occupy hundreds or even thousands of islands.
Jiang Changsheng’s days of peace were restored. The matter of resurrecting the dead finally calmed down. The devotees of Longqi Temple were not as exaggerated as they were a year ago. At that time, the mountain road was so congested that not even a drop of water could trickle through.
Other than cultivating and concocting elixirs, Jiang Changsheng would observe his believers, and the ones he paid attention to were naturally Mu Lingluo and Lin Haotian. Everything was going smoothly for them, and Lin Haotian had also become low-key after his experience with the Chenlan Sect and did not easily make friends.
Every month, Jiang Changsheng would select some suffering believers and have his avatars save them, creating beautiful stories to encourage the growth of the incense points. Most of the time, he would only help the believers out of their predicament and would not directly allow them to obtain wealth or peerless martial arts techniques.
In the blink of an eye, it was another year.
31st year of the Shuntian Era.
March.
Longqi Temple welcomed a guest.
Qing’er personally came to report. She stood in front of Jiang Changsheng and said, “Dao Ancestor, this person doesn’t seem to be simple. When Yang Zhou fought him, he could not touch him at all. The other party did not injure anyone in the temple and only wanted to see you. What do you think…”
Jiang Changsheng did not even open his eyes. “Let him in.”
Qing’er breathed a sigh of relief and immediately went forward.
After the time for an incense stick to burn, Yang Zhou brought the man into the courtyard with an unconvinced expression.
The newcomer was also a Daoist priest with white hair. He wore a cyan Daoist robe and held a horsetail whisk in his hand. He had the demeanor of an expert. The Sword God, Bai Qi, and Ye Xun looked at him.
The old Daoist priest came to Jiang Changsheng with a smile. He cupped his hands and bowed. “My name is He Hong. I am from Little Penglai Island in the North Sea. I am here to visit the Dao Ancestor and see his elegance.” Little Penglai Island?
This was the first time Jiang Changsheng had heard of this place. In his previous life, there was also a Penglai Island. The word Penglai appeared in many myths and legends. He did not expect that there would be a Penglai Island here.
He opened his eyes and sized up Daoist He Hong.
Daoist He Hong was in the Universe realm, and his true qi was even stronger than the Sword God when he was in the Universe realm.
Ye Xun frowned and said, “Little Penglai Island? That swindling foreign sect?”
Daoist He Hong looked at him and said helplessly, “Benefactor, you can’t say that. Little Penglai Island never swindles people. It’s just that the world has benefited from it but still doesn’t believe it..
