Heroic Spirit: All My Past Lives Were Summoned By My Daughter

Chapter 51 Reincarnation as an Adult

 On the other side, where Shen Changqing entered the imperial mausoleum.

 Of course he noticed that a large number of spiritual masters had poured into this place.

Following the induction of the Holy Fire Order, he took Shen Miaoke into a side hall.

There are a large number of bookshelves here, and there are a dazzling array of magical secrets that have been collected.

  It is simply shaped like a dynasty's scripture collection pavilion. The only difference is that these secret books come from all over the world.

Shen Changqing soon discovered traces of the Holy Fire Order on one of the bookshelves.

 It was placed completely in an antique box, and it was no different from what it looked like back then. The only problem was that it had lost all its luster.

 “Dad, what is the use of this Holy Fire Order?”

Shen Miao was very puzzled as to why her father had to get this thing.

"This object is a sacred object of our demonic religion. It contains the imprints of many people's lives. Of course, it cannot fall into the hands of others."

 Shen Changqing gently held the Holy Fire Token in his hand, and the familiar feeling returned again.

 Soon, an unexpected scene happened.

The Holy Fire Token felt the aura of the leader, and a large amount of milky white halo gradually rose up from the originally dull surface of the token.

Just like before, it immediately got into Shen Changqing's eyebrows and became one with it.

"this…"

Shen Changqing was shocked. He saw a large number of fluctuations in life marks. In the Holy Fire Order, there were left and right envoys, four guardians, and the auras of one hundred thousand followers.

“So it’s like this, you are a hero of the devil’s sect in life, and you are a hero of the devil’s sect in death, but they are still there!”

Shen Changqing has unspeakable emotions in his heart. Now that he is in charge of the Holy Fire Order again, in the state of the heroic spirit body, he has discovered the life marks of a large number of demon sect members, which are undoubtedly the sleeping heroic souls.

“The number is so huge that no one can contract them out.”

 After the surprise, Shen Changqing fell into deep thought again.

The Black Lotus Demon Sect's one hundred thousand heroic souls are all tied together with the Holy Fire Order, which is equivalent to a whole body.

If you want to regard the Holy Fire Order as a medium, then looking at the entire Xuanhuang Realm, no one can successfully contract it.

 Unless someone’s soul level is one hundred thousand times that of a genius.

 Obviously, this is simply not realistic.

However, the Holy Fire Order is Shen Changqing's most important treasure, and he alone controls the life and death of one hundred thousand followers.

In this case, he can try to use the same method as before, bypassing the heroic spirit contract and summoning them in a new way.

  In other words, the Holy Fire Order itself is the Temple of Valor.

  “There must be a way.”

 Shen Changqing's consciousness and the Holy Fire Order blended with each other, and he continued to search for his former abilities.

At the same time, he suddenly sensed a familiar figure appearing in the tomb of King Meng.

 …

 In the magnificent ancient imperial mausoleum, two figures were walking on a long staircase.

A rickety old man stood on crutches and wore the clothes of the elders of the Bai family, a wealthy family in Zhongzhou.

A young woman walked with her head lowered, silently listening to the old man's instructions.

"You are already nineteen years old. If you still cannot contract a heroic spirit this year, according to the rules of the clan, your status and weight will be reduced."

“Once the weight is lowered, your monthly training resources will be greatly reduced, and it will become more and more difficult in the future.”

“This tomb of King Meng contains rare treasures in the world, and many high-level media are buried there. I hope you can contract a heroic spirit from it this time.”

"Li'er, are you listening?" The rickety old man turned around and looked at Bai Li, who was walking with his head down, and sighed softly in his heart.

The Bai family has produced geniuses for generations, but Bai Li's talent is almost zero. No matter how many times he tries, no matter what kind of media he is exposed to, there is always no reaction at all.

Of course he found many ways, and also tried to find another way, but all to no avail.

If the probability of ordinary people contracting a heroic spirit is 10, then Bai Li is only 1.

  “Maybe it’s because I’m not a human being at all.”

Bai Li's mood was complicated and her eyes were quite dim.

  She was born into a Zhongzhou plutocratic family like the Bai family, a family that many outsiders envied. However, in the age of Yuling, heroes who cannot contract will always be at the bottom.

 Over the past nineteen years, she has also suffered from tremendous pressure and cynicism from other members of the clan.

 “Why do you say that about yourself?” The rickety old man couldn’t bear it.

"A few days ago, many familiar and unfamiliar scenes always appeared in my mind. I saw that I was not a human at all, but a fox demon."

Whenever these scenes emerge, a large number of memories come flooding back, and those long years seem to burst her consciousness.

 She has felt this way several times, and it seems that she has lost a very important person in her life, and the mixed emotions have made her unable to let go for a long time.

 For the first time, she saw her own death, shrouded in the golden light of countless merits.

 The second time, she saw herself alone beside a dry lake until she grew old.

 The third time, she saw someone holding someone in her arms, sobbing softly.

 Every time the images come in, they are moving forward in time.

It wasn’t a dream, it was more like the continuous resurgence of memory.

 She wants to know, who is she?

Bai Li looked sad, and felt a strong sense of loss in her heart.

 “Stop saying stupid things.”

The rickety old man sighed deeply. The huge pressure may have caused Bai Li to have an illusion.

“There is a side hall of King Meng’s tomb ahead, go and see if there are any high-end media.” The rickety old man urged.

 The two of them climbed the stairs and walked into the side hall.

The scene was very empty, except for a small clay figure sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding an ancient bronze vessel in his hand.

“It looks like it’s old, let’s give it a try.”

As the rickety old man spoke, Bai Li stepped forward and was about to take off the bronze vessel when a clear drink suddenly sounded.

 “Stop!”

At some point, a large number of Wang family members appeared outside the house. Among them, a middle-aged beautiful woman rushed over and snatched the bronze vessel from Bai Li's hand.

“This is the excavation scope of our Wang family, don’t you know?”

The middle-aged beautiful woman scolded and handed the bronze to the Wang family behind.

Bai Li didn't speak, but the rickety old man narrowed his eyes: "On this trip to the Eastern Wasteland ruins, everyone has the right to hunt for treasures. Where can there be such a rule?"

The middle-aged beautiful woman sneered and responded: "The rules of the Wang family are your rules."

After listening, the rickety old man's expression gradually became displeased, and he spoke word by word again: "I advise you to return the bronze to her, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

As soon as these words were spoken, those members of the Wang family immediately stepped forward, and more figures of heroic spirits appeared one after another.

That majestic and rainbow-like posture bloomed with majestic power fluctuations.

At a glance, it is clear that they are all heroes!

　　The middle-aged beautiful woman’s tone also became cold: “Would you try?”

 (End of this chapter)