Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost

Chapter 777 - 777: Imperial State, plot twists after the ranks are not updated in real-time_1

In the Imperial State, unlike other places, there was no division among Martial Artists or complaints from ordinary people. After all, it was the capital of a country, and in terms of confidence, it was second to none. On the contrary, the vast majority of people were denouncing outsiders for their lack of decency, even conspiring against Great Zhao Country over petty matters, which was essentially damaging their own interests.After arriving, Wang Linchi found that there was much wrong with the local attitudes, likely due to the excessive number of nobles, which indirectly formed an influence. Luckily, this had little to do with him.

"Are you from the Eastern State?" a Martial Artist glanced at Wang Linchi, who had just arrived. As he had traveled by train and had just left the station intending to gather some information, he was immediately intercepted.

"No, you're mistaken," Wang Linchi firmly and falsely denied.

The Imperial State was evidently on guard against Martial Artists from the Eastern and Qin States. They became more concerned after the scandal about the nobles broke out, fearing that Martial Artists from these two states would come to the Imperial State for justice.

"Then how do you explain this ticket stub?" This Martial Artist raised his eyebrows. He was not surprised by Wang Linchi's denial and even produced some evidence.

"What does it have to do with me? If you can prove it with a ticket stub, then if I sketch a household registry, does that make me your father?" Wang Linchi glanced at it and retorted mockingly.

It's just a ticket stub, not a personal ID or real-time data.

The man's face darkened. He hadn't expected Wang Linchi to be so audacious, regardless of where he was. An outsider dares to disrespect me?

"Come with me. You're suspected of…" the man said without hesitation.

"What? Are you a Black Prison Night Watchman, thinking I will follow you just because you say so? Show me your credentials," Wang Linchi replied, unfazed.

In front of a public crowd, the stranger would not dare to act rashly unless he was unreasonable.

This made the man even angrier. Outsiders are truly insolent, daring even to resist. Not only did he refuse to show his credentials, but he also took immediate action.

It wasn't his first time doing this; he knew the outsider would behave once in custody. The standard procedure was a beating followed by expulsion, but now he planned to imprison and exploit him for a bribe.

"You are…" the man began, but before he could finish,

Wang Linchi immediately released the aura of a Martial General. The man was taken aback, his expression turning uncomfortable; he hadn't expected this person to be a Martial General.

Even if the Imperial State was extremely powerful, they wouldn't assign a Martial General to this kind of task. So, this man must only be a martial master.

"You... Don't think that just because you're a Martial General, you can do whatever you want in the Imperial State!" The man backed down.

What else could he do? Confront Wang Linchi forcefully?

"You know what? I practice the Poison Skill," Wang Linchi leaned in and whispered.

The man's pupils constricted, and his body began to tremble with fear.

He knew what Wang Linchi meant. It was a straightforward warning: he was doomed.

"Stop! You dare to openly use your Poison Skill? You're under arrest!" Since he believed Wang Linchi had poisoned him, there was no point in negotiation. He had to stand his ground.

To save his life, he had been willing to put aside his dignity as a Person from the Imperial State. But now that Wang Linchi seemed to want his life, that dignity could be picked back up.

A mere Martial General couldn't cause much trouble in the Imperial State.

"But I didn't use it. Furthermore, call your superior. In a situation where a subordinate reports a superior, I'm allowed to kill you," Wang Linchi said mockingly, then turned and left.

As he walked, Wang Linchi mused to himself. I just arrived and already encountered this kind of trouble. This protagonist 'skin' is becoming a burden. Why else would anyone provoke me for no reason? And just a martial master at that. This is truly ridiculous. However, this is probably considered normal. In the data records, my Martial Artist level is still Samurai. Combined with my special ability to kill those of higher cultivation levels, arranging for a martial master to be an enemy is within expected parameters. The problem is, I was in seclusion for three months and emerged having achieved Master of Divine Skills. A martial master is less than a small shrimp to me now. At least I can eat small shrimp; a martial master this big is useless even if consumed.

After Wang Linchi left, the shaken martial master took out his walkie-talkie and reported the situation exactly as it happened, without adding or omitting anything.

From the perspective of a Person from the Imperial State, he hadn't done anything wrong. After all, the orders from above were to monitor all outsiders. Therefore, Wang Linchi was the one at fault. For an outsider to be so arrogant in the Imperial State was simply unreasonable.

Wang Linchi overheard this but didn't pay much attention to the man's report. He was pondering something else. This immediate attempt to set me against the Imperial State... does it mean the nobles aren't well-regarded in the Martial Arts World either? If the nobles were aligned with the Martial Arts World, I wouldn't have encountered this. I would have been smoothly integrated into the Imperial State's faction. Yet now, I'm being forced into opposition right from the start. They're so eager, it's like they want to slap me a couple of times to prevent me from defecting.

Pests, I suppose.

Wang Linchi quickly landed on this analogy for the nobles.

They can't be major ones, or they'd have been eliminated long ago. Only minor ones. And because of their unique nature, they're difficult to get rid of. Never mind anything else, just this ability of Immortality is like a virus in the Martial Arts World. Martial Artists can live long, but not forever. In this regard, they're indeed inferior to Cultivators. Cultivators can live for tens of thousands of years at the very least. Martial Artists, even Martial Gods, can only live for a thousand years at most. Moreover, their vitality declines with age; the older a Martial Artist gets, the weaker they become. Martial Gods are somewhat better off. They've already become somewhat non-human. So even if their vitality drops, their power doesn't diminish too much—after all, they bear the 'God' title. But the Martial Sovereigns below them not only have shorter lifespans than Martial Gods, their peak periods are also shorter.

But then again, why would the Martial Gods be such loyal supporters of the nobles? Wang Linchi couldn't understand this point. With the nobles' Immortality exposed, the highest-ranking Martial Artists to defect were Martial Sovereigns, and quite a few of them at that. Yet, the Martial Gods showed no inclination to do so. This is rather strange. Most Martial Artists do die in battle, but some die of old age. Surely, some Martial Gods have too. Logically, Martial Gods are like ancient emperors. Younger ones might be fine, but older ones, when faced with Immortality, how could they not be tempted?

Unless there's an even greater benefit tempting them... or they know some truth.

Wang Linchi leaned towards the latter possibility. After all, what benefit could outweigh Immortality? For the good of the country and its people? That's absurd. Are the tens of thousands of Martial Artists in the Black Prison not 'people,' but the nobles are?

So, Wang Linchi was more inclined to believe the Martial Gods knew certain truths.

"Over here!" a voice shouted, accompanied by a great deal of commotion.

"Come with us, you're implicated in…"

The leading Martial King looked at Wang Linchi. He was clearly part of the reinforcements called by the Martial Artist who had stopped him earlier.

"Sorry, I'm busy right now. I'll find you later when I have time," Wang Linchi said. With that, he transformed into a wisp of blue smoke and vanished.

The Martial Artists present were stunned by this sight. Wang Linchi's method of departure somewhat shattered their understanding of the world.

"Can Martial Arts do something like that?" The Martial King, having regained his senses, was somewhat bewildered.

"Perhaps... it's his special constitution," a nearby Martial Artist guessed hesitantly.

"What kind of special constitution grants such an ability?" The Martial King was clearly skeptical. Most special constitutions merely passively increased cultivation speed; where would one find such a bizarre Martial Art?

He would rather believe it was some powerful legacy technique.

"What are you all standing around for? Chase him!" the Martial King immediately ordered, snapping everyone back to reality.

This situation has become truly troublesome. Someone capable of breaking the rules has appeared in the Imperial State—and he's a poison-cultivating Martial Artist from the Eastern State. If he has ill intentions, he could definitely throw the entire Imperial State into turmoil. As for requesting help from higher-ranking Martial Emperors or even Martial Sovereigns... he'd be utterly humiliated. A dignified Martial King like himself, unable to handle a mere Martial General? He'd become the laughingstock of Imperial State circles. As a Person from the Imperial State, he valued face above all else. Without face, he might as well die. Besides, he had his own agenda. For example, prying that strange and marvelous Martial Art from this out-of-state Martial General. In someone else's hands, it's 'bizarre.' But if he were to obtain it, 'marvelous' would be the fitting description.