Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 46: Zhenwu
Chu Ning shook his head, his expression normal: "No, I just haven't thought about it yet."

"The winner of the Qingyun Tournament will not only receive the "Nine Heavens Thunder Codex," but will also be qualified to enter the Zhenwu Division." Xie Mingli tapped the chessboard with his fingertips, and the black and white chess pieces fell in a staggered pattern. "In this game, only the winner can dominate the overall situation."

Chu Ning frowned slightly, "What is the Zhenwu Division?"

"The blade of the north, the shadow in the frost." Xie Mingli raised his eyes, "They control the warriors of the dynasty, and even the First-Rank Pavilion is wary of them."

Xie Mingli continued, "The Zhenwu Division is the core military organization of the Wuhou Mansion in the northern border. It controls the warrior power of the Daqian Dynasty in the northern border and has countless experts under its command. The geniuses who come to participate in the Qingyun Tournament have never aimed at a mere copy of the 'Nine Heavens Thunder Codex'. Their goal is to enter the Zhenwu Division and gain a higher status and a stronger background."

Chu Ning frowned slightly, vaguely realizing that Lei Wanjun's purpose in asking him to participate in the Qingyun Tournament might be far more than that.

Chu Ning slowly put down the teacup and pondered for a moment: "What benefits will it bring to me if I join the Zhenwu Division?"

Xie Mingli said solemnly, "First, the government will protect your family, so you don't have to worry about their safety. Second, you will have the opportunity to become a disciple of a fourth-rank warrior, and you may even be able to access higher-level cultivation resources... These are far from being easily obtained through personal effort alone."

Chu Ning's eyes flickered slightly. The protection of the Zhenwu Division meant that his sister's safety would be assured, and he no longer had to worry about the Wang family's suppression. This was indeed an opportunity that could not be ignored...

Chu Ning gently stroked the teacup, and the tea residue at the bottom of the cup reflected a hexagram - Kan on top and Li on the bottom, water and fire are not yet in harmony.

When he raised his eyes, Xie Mingli was throwing a black jade chess ball into the incense burner, and the ashes in the burner suddenly rose.

"I'll join." He said in a deep voice. Before he finished speaking, the Hunyuan Divine Order suddenly trembled, as if countless wronged souls were screaming in his head.

Xie Mingli nodded slightly, as if she had anticipated his decision.

"So, do I need to help you win the championship?" Chu Ning asked.

Xie Mingli shook his head, his expression calm: "No, I have changed my mind now. You can win the championship on your own. Just register as a member of Wuhou Mansion."

Chu Ning was stunned, his eyes moving slightly. Since Xie Mingli could make such a decision, it meant that her plan for Qingyun Arena had changed, and she might even have other plans.

But he didn't ask any more questions, and said with a fist: "Okay, then I'll go sign up first."

Xie Mingli leaned against the door frame, watching Chu Ning's back melt into the night. The jade bracelet on her wrist suddenly cracked, and a drop of blood oozed from her fingertips, dripping onto the bluestone slab and igniting a faint blue flame.

"Chilong backfires..." she murmured, and a yellowed piece of paper slipped out from her sleeve. The handwriting on it was as sharp as a knife: "Chu Ning possesses the power of frost, which may be closely related to the sacred beast."

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When Chu Ning stepped out of Wu Hou Mansion, the Hunyuan Divine Order trembled again, causing a sharp pain in his forehead.

He frowned and pressed his collar, but caught a glimpse of a dark figure flashing in the dark alley around the corner. The figure's sleeves were embroidered with the flame pattern of the Lihuo Palace, and around his waist hung a red copper bell unique to the Wang family.

"What a jerk." He sneered, and the frost lightning condensed into ice spikes in his palm, but the black shadow had dissipated like mist, leaving only a scorch mark on the ground, shaped like a mocking smile.

At the registration office, warriors gathered here, discussions were heard one after another, and the conversations were all about the influential figures in Qingyun Arena.

"Have you heard? Nie Qing from Hanshan Sect is here too. He's a top-level 10th-grade monster!"

"The Sky Thunder Sect is even more ruthless. They sent out three true disciples. The strongest one, Lu Canglei, is already a lower ninth-grade disciple and has mastered the 'Thunder Prison Raging Wave'!"

"The Wang family is not willing to be outdone. The third elder of the Wang family, the eighth-rank warrior, Old Wang Chongshan, is personally leading the team. Wang Chen and three disciples are also participating in the battle. I heard that his 'Burning Sky Power' has reached its peak, and ordinary ninth-rank warriors are no match for him!"

The hall was crowded with people, and the stench of sweat and the smell of rusty scabbards mixed together.

As Chu Ning crossed the threshold, he heard a scream from the northwest corner. A commoner warrior was kicked and sent crashing into a stone pillar, the letter of recommendation in his hand consumed by flames, reduced to ash.

"How dare a lowly ant from a humble family compete for the Nine Heavens Thunder Codex?" Lu Canglei, a disciple of the Heavenly Thunder Sect, flashed with lightning on his fingertips as he crushed the warrior's severed finger with his boot sole. "The rules are clearly written. Those without any sect or affiliation... get out!"

Chu Ning's eyes swept across the bloodstains in the corner of the wall, where there were seven scratches of varying ages.

The gray-robed registrar raised his eyelids, the tip of his ink-dipped pen hovering over the three characters "Wu Hou Mansion." He sneered, "Miss Xie just submitted the list the other day, and there's no one like you on the list of ten." He deliberately raised his voice, drawing the attention of the crowd. "Pretending to be from the Wu Hou Mansion? The last person who did that is still dead, hanging at the city gate!"

Laughter suddenly broke out all around.

"Someone actually dared to impersonate Wu Hou Mansion?"

"The recommendation letter from Wuhou Mansion requires a cold jade seal. This guy probably hasn't even seen what cold jade looks like!"

Chu Ning said nothing, tapping the table lightly with his fingertips. A ray of lightning followed the wood grain and penetrated the registrar's palm. The man trembled violently, and the pen broke in two with a snap.

"That little bastard from the Chu family, I haven't seen you for a month, and you're still only capable of sneaky tricks."

A young man in purple and gold clothes walked down from the second floor, the red copper bell on his waist jingling, and every step he took made the floor tiles crack and form spider web patterns.

Wang Chen's pupils glowed dark red like lava, which was a sign that his "Burning Sky Power" had been cultivated to perfection.

He raised his hand and pressed lightly.

"boom!"

The air around Chu Ning suddenly twisted, and the hot air waves imprisoned him like an invisible cage.

The frost lightning exploded the ice crystals under the skin, but instantly vaporized into white mist.

"A low-rank tenth rank versus a mid-rank ninth rank. Do you think you can overthrow the Qingyun Arena by overkilling Feng Li?"

Wang Chen threw out a letter. The envelope was slightly yellowed and bloodstains were faintly visible.

"open to take a look."

Chu Ning slowly opened the letter, his fingertips trembling slightly. Inside was a strand of black hair, stained with the scent of medicine, and a few dried spiritual herbs.

"Does your sister use these herbs often?" Wang Chen chuckled, the flame licking his fingertips. "It's a pity that her hands were burned in the fire yesterday, and she can't hold these things anymore."

"Do you want to see your sister?"

Wang Chen smiled lightly, and moved his fingers slightly. A ball of burning energy slowly rose up, and a blurry image emerged in the flames - it was a woman kneeling on the ground, holding her head with her hands, and moaning in pain.

"Ah... please... please..."

The picture was blurry and the sound was hoarse, as if it was really being scorched by high temperature.

Chu Ning's pupils shrank sharply, and his fingertips pierced deeply into his palm, causing blood to ooze out.

"Don't worry, she's not dead yet." Wang Chen chuckled, "But if you lose in the Qingyun Arena, she won't be so lucky."

The frost thunder in Chu Ning's body exploded out of control, and the rusty knife wrapped in thunder struck towards Wang Chen.

Wang Chen raised his hand and waved, condensing the Burning Heaven Power at his fingertips. A stream of fiery red light burst through the air. The air seemed to be instantly sucked out, and the burning air surged, even charred cracks appeared on the ground.

Chu Ning did not retreat but advanced, the power of frost and thunder condensed on the blade. Wherever the rusty knife passed, the air was suddenly condensed, and one could even hear the "crackling" sound of frost freezing.

"boom!"

Two diametrically opposed forces converged, and in an instant, heat and cold exploded in the void, the air swirling into a terrifying cyclone. The stone slabs on the ground cracked inch by inch, and the onlookers retreated, their faces pale.

Chu Ning's feet were shaken so much that they left several feet long trails of frost on the ground, while Wang Chen was protected by flames, and the stone slabs behind him were melted into a liquid substance like magma by the high temperature.

(End of this chapter)