I Have Countless Past-life Identities-Chapter 110 - 72: Pacifying the Black Mountain, Bai Qiuyi’s Intent, Jiang Yi, Someone Awaits You in the Divine Capital

"It's a good thing for young people to communicate more with their peers."

"Such a good opportunity..."

"Perhaps in a few months, there won't be many left."

He spoke with intent, turned his head, and walked away.

Leaving the two facing each other, Jiang Yi showed helplessness and was the first to speak:

"Song Chai Xin, is there something you want to say to me?"

"There's really no friendship between us, is there?"

Jiang Yi sighed.

"Aren't you trying to repeat the glory of your ancestors, inherit the title in the Divine Capital? Now you've become a cursed blood, even worse than me, the Half-Demon. Everyone's after you, and you still want to return to Lingxiao Pavilion to bring honor to your family?"

Song Chai Xin's tone was inexplicable.

"What do you know..."

"In the Divine Capital, my family's fortunes have declined, and I was almost reduced to a live-in son-in-law, relying on the generosity of others all day."

"Maybe I developed some martial skills with the help of my foster family and stood out in Wutong Prefecture."

"But..."

"The Divine Capital is a place where talents converge, gathering the most elite noble families of Ming Huang State. Every prefecture examination produces numerous talents with Profound and Spirit level qualifications. People like me are insignificant."

"You don't know the kind of humiliation I endured because I was living under someone else's roof. From that time, I swore I'd make a name for myself, so that all those who looked down on me would have to take notice!"

Jiang Yi recalled past events, his anger surged, and he couldn't resist punching the space in front of him.

"I can't compete with you, can't compete with Xu Zuorong, going back to the Divine Capital will be just the same. White Master has given me another path, a path with the potential to climb higher through the 'Martial Dao'."

"From this moment on, I secretly swore."

"If I can't retrieve the title of Lingxiao Pavilion, I won't take it. I, Jiang Yi, will strive for my own achievements, even if it means going against the Great Zhao Government Office!"

"I had no choice, Song Chai Xin."

"Just as you had no choice at the beginning." Jiang Yi stared at Song Chai Xin, his eyes serious, filled with the flames of ambition.

The two were somewhat similar in some ways,

but Song Chai Xin felt that he did much better than Jiang Yi.

At least...

Every step he took was a choice he made, a path he wanted.

Whereas Jiang Yi was carried forward by the current of the times.

"Do you remember a woman named Lu Miaomiao, she's about your age?" Song Chai Xin suddenly asked.

"Who?"

Jiang Yi had just spoken his mind, not planning to talk much more with Song Chai Xin.

In a way, he was just a substitute for Song Chai Xin when it came to Bai Qiuyi.

Seeing the real person, hearing his benefactor mention him repeatedly, how could he possibly be pleasant?

But upon hearing this name, Jiang Yi, who was about to walk out, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He remembered the Divine Capital, the Lu Mansion.

The woman who had entered into a marriage contract with him, causing him to be mocked as a 'live-in son-in-law,' but whom he never hated, and felt guilty towards.

Jiang Yi traveled thousands of miles to Wutong Prefecture because he made a promise to that woman.

If he could become the champion, he would surely cross the Eight Hundred Dao Ladder, step into the Martial Temple, inherit his ancestors' legacy, and make a name for himself!

But unfortunately, he broke his word.

Jiang Yi smiled bitterly.

Someone like him, if not for the marriage contract signed before birth, how could he have formed such a bond with the legitimate daughter of Marquis Lu's Mansion?

Moreover, in all these years, most of his martial skills were developed with the covert help of Lu Miaomiao, calling him a 'live-in son-in-law, living off a woman,' had no flaws.

Now, he couldn't possibly face the Divine Capital again. He thought from now on, they would be separate, but...

"How did you know this name?" Jiang Yi turned, his sword-like eyebrows tightly focusing on Song Chai Xin, his gaze mixed with vigilance.

This guy seems to have good luck in romance.

Could it be...

No way, Lu Miaomiao is far away in Ming Huang State Divine Capital, almost impossible to have any connection. How could she be interested...

"In the Martial Temple, before the Saint Observation Stele, she saw my origins and asked me to deliver a message to you."

Song Chai Xin spoke earnestly, word by word:

"She said she has always been waiting for you."

"If things don't work out, you can always return. The resources of Lu Mansion are sufficient to reinvigorate the Jiang Family."

Jiang Yi was slightly disoriented.

Suddenly filled with memories of youth, recalling Lu Miaomiao in the Divine Capital, seeing him return bruised and silent,

without a word, she, a girl, picked up a knife and went to the homes of several rich kids to vent his anger.

But those were almost ten years ago.

"Thank you."

The bitterness towards Song Chai Xin rapidly dissipated.

Instead,

Jiang Yi, somewhat silent, walked out of Shaoyang Martial Arts Hall by himself.

"Remember to tell Mr. Bai, to leave as soon as possible, or... if some prefecture's Demon Hunter suddenly arrives, it's none of my business."

Song Chai Xin shouted loudly.

No one answered.

Meanwhile outside,

In and out of Black Mountain City, martial soldiers and constables rode horses through the streets, spreading the news of clearing the demon corpses across the hills and fields, already declaring the area free from demons.

Amazed, countless people in the Outer City gathered to watch, unable to believe it was true.

But truth is truth, it cannot be false.

So much so that...

Less than half a month into his position,

The new Guardian named 'Song Chai Xin' surpassed the influence and popularity of the previous ranks of the seventh class over decades.

Cleared the wilderness, crushed mountains and temples!

Seventeen years old, so spirited and confident.

Rarely seen in history.