Chapter 146 - Unprecedented Golden Glory

  Xu Jun did not stay in the sword world for too long.

  The next day, when he was breathing in and out spiritual energy, he went to another world.

  The projection world of the Pixiu Holy Body.

  Name: Xu Yi

  Age: 8 years old

  Cultivation: None

  Talent: Pixiu Holy Body (hidden), Demon God Holy Body (fake)

  Now, Xu Yi, who is already eight years old, is already 1.5 meters tall.

  That's right, 1.5 meters at the age of eight.

  Even Xu Jun himself didn't know how his projection grew so tall.

  However, thinking about Xu Yi's father, Xu Mao's 2.2 meters tall and his muscular muscles like a small mountain, Xu Jun vaguely understood.

  After all, this is just his projection, not his genetic inheritance.

  So, it is understandable that he is a little burly.

  "Son, go home for dinner."

  The thunderous voice sounded in his ears, which scared Xu Jun, who had just been possessed, and almost came back to his soul.

  Then, he saw that Xu Yi, who was lying on the ground counting ants, jumped up and happily followed his father.

  Xu Jun suddenly found that this projection seemed a little bit not very smart.

  Compared with the sword boy, it was far worse.

  After returning home, the meal had already been prepared. An adult cow and an adult goat.

  A gentleman does not talk while eating. When the father and son were eating, they just buried their heads in work. Apart from the sound of chewing, there was no other sound.

  This wolfing down made Xu Jun, who existed in the state of mind, feel hungry.

  I really can't figure out why I can feel hungry without a body?

  Alas, it's all because the father and son ate too deliciously!

  After eating, Xu Mao wiped his mouth with his greasy big hands. Then, a flame rose from his hands and mouth.

  After burning, all the grease residue disappeared cleanly.

  Oh, it turns out that physical cultivators can also cast spells.

  It's just that the objects they use spells are somewhat different.

  Others release flames to attack the enemy, and they release flames to wash their faces and hands.

  Xu Jun sensed the intensity of the flames, which was at least as powerful as the late stage of Qi training.

  But after Xu Mao washed his face with it, there was not even a trace of marks on his skin...

  Physical cultivation is physical cultivation, what else can Xu Jun say?

  Xu Yi picked up the towel, wiped his face and hands randomly, and then said: "Dad, when can I be like you?"

  Xu Mao said without hesitation: "This is a spell of the late first stage. As long as you train your body to the late first stage, you can use it at will."

  Xu Jun was secretly shocked when he heard it.

  The late first stage is the late stage of Qi training.

  As long as the body is trained well, you don't need to care about the same level of magic?

  Physical cultivation, too abnormal.

  By the way, when I was taking the unified examination, I met Zhang Peiyuan who was also a physical cultivator. What level was he in the first stage?

  Oh, forget it, he is just a guy with one sword, why bother with him.

  Seeing that his son didn't wipe it clean enough, Xu Mao grabbed the towel and wiped it hard a few times, but found that not only did he not wipe it clean, but he wiped his son's face.

  He put down the towel calmly and said, "Son, you are already eight years old. According to the rules of our ancestors, you need to go to the temple at the age of eight to see if you have the talent to learn the ancestral skills."

  Xu Yi was overjoyed and said, "Dad, I can finally go."

  "Yes, our physical cultivation is different from those sissy magic. We have to grow strong before we can formally learn." Xu Mao pushed his son and said, "Go, find your mother to wipe your face, and then we will go to the temple."

  Sissy?

  Xu Jun: ...…

  "Okay." Xu Yi jumped away.

  Then, the woman's scolding soon rang in the house.

  Xu Mao turned a deaf ear to it, walked outside the yard, waited for a while, and was beaten by his mother a few times, but Xu Yi, who was thick-skinned and rough, ran out without caring.

  This made Xu Jun more and more certain that the IQ of the projections should be on the sword projection.

  Now, Xu Jun has a general understanding of the situation in this world.

  They are divided into tribes on a huge plain.

  The plain is vast and endless.

  Anyway, Xu Mao's incoherent statement can't form a reliable map at all.

  There are many tribes on the plain.

  The most powerful tribe is the Iron Tribe where they are.

  The reason why it is called the Iron Tribe is that the people in this tribe are all physical cultivators. Among them, the ancestor who lives in the temple and suppresses the whole tribe is a powerful fourth-level physical cultivator equivalent to the Nascent Soul Realm. The

  Iron Tribe is extremely vast. The tribe where Xu Mao and his son are located is... According to him, it is 108,000 miles away from the Iron Holy City. Anyway, he has never been there in his life.

  Because the territory controlled is too large, the tribe is divided into many large areas.

  In each large area, there are many large, medium and small tribes living.

  And no matter which tribe it is, there must be a temple.

  This temple can be a building or a tent that can be moved at any time.

  The tribe where Xu Mao and his son are located is a medium-sized tribe with fixed pastures and farms, so their tribal temple is a fixed place similar to a temple.

  The temple has a special temple guard.   

  Then, Xu Jun saw his father respectfully saluting a strong man who was as tall as him.

  "Uncle Lin Mu, this is my son, he is eight years old this year. I brought him to see if he has the qualifications to practice."

  Lin Mu laughed and said, "Your son is in great shape, I think there should be no problem."

  He stretched out his hand, grabbed Xu Yi's neck, and carried him directly into the temple like a chicken.

  Xu Jun was furious. If it wasn't for the distance, he really wanted to jump out and chop the old guy with a sword.

  Of course, whether he could chop it or not was another matter.

  A moment later, they came to the temple.

  In the temple, there was a jade sculpture that was three meters high.

  When Xu Jun saw the jade sculpture, he couldn't help but be slightly startled.

  Because he couldn't tell what the jade sculpture was. It looked a little familiar, with a body like a tiger or leopard, horns and tail, its color was also gold and jade, with wings on its shoulders, but it had a human face.

  Perhaps, it would be more appropriate to describe it as half-human and half-demon.

  His heart was slightly moved. Could it be that the ancestors of this lineage were not pure human?

  Ah, I remembered.

  Xu Jun finally remembered!

  Isn't this the body of the Pixiu, but it has a human face, so Xu Jun didn't recognize it at first glance.

  Lin Mu put Xu Yi down and said loudly: "Child, kowtow to the statue three times, and then try to communicate with the statue. If the statue glows, it means you are qualified."

  "Yes, Grandpa Lin." Xu Yi stepped forward obediently and kowtowed three times.

  Three means three, not one less. Moreover, Xu Yi did not cut corners when he kowtowed, and each time he kowtowed, it made a loud bang.

  However, after three kowtows, even his scalp did not turn red.

  Lin Mu and Xu Mao, father and son, looked at the statue nervously, expecting some changes to happen on it.

  Three seconds later, Xu Mao said with a sad face: "Why hasn't it glowed yet? Doesn't my son have the qualifications to practice the ancestral skills?"

  Lin Mu comforted him: "Don't worry, take your time. Even if you don't have the qualifications to practice the ancestral skills, you can try to learn the skills of those people in the south."

  "No, I don't want to learn sissy skills." Xu Yi said loudly.

  Lin Mu was about to speak, but he saw that the statue suddenly lit up.

  A huge golden light suddenly burst out from the statue. The light was so dazzling that Lin Mu and Xu Mao couldn't even open their eyes.

  However, Xu Yi seemed to be unaffected.

  He looked at the statue curiously and found it very interesting.

  Lin Mu knelt on the ground with a "thump", kowtowed to the statue, and chanted a strange song.

  After several minutes, the light of the statue gradually disappeared and finally returned to calm.

  Xu Mao said with lingering fear: "Uncle Lin Mu, what happened?"

  Lin Mu shook his head blankly.

  Xu Mao said again: "Uncle Lin Mu, the holy statue glowed just now. Does it mean that my son has the qualifications to practice the ancestral skills?"

  Lin Mu hesitated for a moment and said: "I have been the guardian of the holy statue for so many years and have tested the physical fitness of countless children. Those who are not qualified are fine, but those who are qualified are the seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, blue and purple."

  He paused and said: "But, today the holy statue is shining in gold."

  Xu Mao's voice trembled a little: "Uncle Lin Mu, what does gold represent?"

  "I don't know."

  "Don't know?" "

  Yes, when I was studying, my teacher never said that the holy statue would be golden."

  The two grown men looked at each other, and Xu Mao suddenly said: "Uncle Lin Mu, how about, let my son try first? Anyway, there is light, no matter what kind of light, as long as it is light."

  Lin Mu thought for a while and said: "How about this, since your son has worshiped the holy statue, it means that his blood has been stimulated. You take him back and observe for three days. During these three days, eat when you should eat and drink when you should drink, and then see how he excretes."

  Xu Mao asked suspiciously: "Why?"

  "Don't worry about it. You went through the same thing back then, but your father didn't tell you."

  "Got it."

  Xu Mao left with his son in confusion.

  Lin Mu frowned. He just said that the teacher had never taught similar situations.

  This sentence is indeed correct. The Iron Tribe has countless small tribes, and the holy statues scattered all over the place detect countless children every day.

  But he has never heard of any tribe detecting a child with golden light.

  Having an orange child is already a great joy that can spread throughout the tribe.

  But...

  Lin Mu seemed to vaguely remember that when he was very young, he had just followed his teacher to learn how to become a qualified temple guard.

  It seems that someone mentioned that.

  The golden legend!

  But, after all, it was a very distant thing, and it has never been recorded in the classics.

  So, he really doesn't remember it.

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  　　Go home to write in the afternoon, and send the other two chapters in the evening.

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  (End of this chapter)