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The next morning, Jian Zhi flew out of the City Lord's Mansion alone without alerting anyone. After a night of rest, his soul power had already recovered to its peak state and he flew towards the Spirit Poetry Hall with excitement. With Elder Shi's soul detection, this Spirit Poetry Temple could be easily found.

"Teacher, is that the Spirit Poetry Temple?"

Seeing the magnificent building in front of him, Jian Zhi silently asked Elder Shi in his heart, while Elder Shi just silently nodded his head. Under the envious and pitying gazes of the passers-by, Jian Zhi slowly landed in front of the shrine. The gate of the shrine was actually closed tight, and he couldn't see what was going on inside, so Jian Zhi could only step in.

When he pushed open the brown glass door, when Jian Zhi stepped into the Spirit Poetry Shrine, he was immediately stunned by the scene before him. No one could blame Jian Zhi for this, the whole hall was golden and beautiful, the walls were engraved with poems and songs, and most importantly, these poems and songs were actually all made of gold. Some of the famous characters were even inlaid with glass and jade, and other than some poems and songs, even the side of the brown glass door was inlaid with gold.

Seeing this scene, Jian Zhi could not help but sigh, "This soul poet is indeed a path to wealth!"

"Hehe!" Of course, the value of soul poems is considerable, even in my era, let alone today! "

Hearing Elder Shi's voice, Jian Zhi nodded and was about to continue walking forward when a completely azure sword qi shot straight towards his head.

At this moment, Jian Zhi's soul force was at his peak state. Just as the attack locked onto him, he had already noticed that the immortal equipment, the plain and long sword, had instantly appeared in his hands. He then used the Great Unity Sword Technique towards the sword qi and destroyed it into nothingness, at the same time, he also took a step back, steadied his body, and Jian Zhi shouted angrily, "Who is it! "He actually did such a sneak attack. If it was an ordinary person, wouldn't they have died here?" At the same time, he thought to himself. No wonder the pedestrians on the street looked at him that way when he entered earlier!

"Little brat!" Presumptuous! "How could the Spirit Poetry Shrine allow you to behave so atrociously? The commoners would not choose to open the doors and enter. Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you're a sword spirit!"

The sudden voice caused Jian Zhi to look for a target. When he saw this person, he couldn't help but be shocked. This person was a middle-aged man. There was no other reason why he was so ugly. Other than his poor facial features, the outline of his body was exceptional. To be able to find such an ugly person on this continent was truly unusual.

"Sir, I'm here to certify a spirit poet. Don't you know this can also be considered as acting wildly?" Jian Zhi said somewhat angrily.

"Hey!"

The middle-aged man was surprised and then asked with uncertainty, "Are you really here for certification?"

"Absolutely true. Otherwise, who would come to this damned place where they could be killed at any moment?" Jian Zhi said somewhat angrily.

This time, the middle-aged man had really heard it clearly. This was because the words that Jian Zhi had said had brought along a sword energy, which startled the former who was prepared to listen. His tone immediately became gentle as he said apologetically: "Little Brushmate, I, Sai Yinluo, am also a spirit poet. Please forgive my offense just now."

When this middle-aged man called Sai Yinluo found out that Jian Zhi was his colleague, his attitude immediately changed. After all, no matter how precious your identity was, you would not be able to remain arrogant when meeting someone like yourself.

Waving his hand, Jian Zhi was too lazy to speak with him. He softly said a few words, "Where are you going to verify? I'm in a hurry."

Seeing Jian Zhi's attitude, Sai Yinluo was also a bit unhappy in his heart. But, even if he wasn't, what could he do with Jian Zhi? Strength? They were all primary Sword Spirits! Ability? They were both soul poets, and they were all Mortal level, so it was even more difficult to distinguish them! Furthermore, he was a garrison member of the shrine, so he could only accept this loss and lead Jian Zhi into the inner parts of the hall.

Even though Jian Zhi's attitude wasn't very good, he knew that if he wanted to kill me just now, he would be the enemy. Even if the misunderstanding was solved, Jian Zhi still didn't have a good impression of him. According to Jian Zhi, once a child intruded, he would be dead.

Not long after, under Sai Yinluo's guidance, Jian Zhi walked into a room that was completely crystal clear. After carefully inspecting the room, he was shocked to find that the room's layout was actually inlaid with diamonds.

In the middle of the room, there was an old man with his eyes closed. When the two of them entered, he did not open his eyes either. When he saw the old man's even breathing and his white beard moving up and down in a rhythmic manner, Jian Zhi had no choice but to accept a truth that made him speechless.

"Little brother, there was much offense just now. As you can see, every single plant here is too valuable, so we have no choice but to forbid ordinary people from entering. Please forgive us!"

As he said this, he turned around to leave, but Jian Zhi's voice floated out, "This one is Jian Zhi, what happened just now? I forgot, sorry! "

Upon hearing this, Sai Yinluo revealed a faint smile before turning around and leaving.

Seeing this smile, Jian Zhi couldn't help but feel the hairs on his body stand up. The former was originally extremely ugly, but now this smile made his hair stand on end. It really was Sai Yinluo! The name was too artistic.

"Disciple, this old fellow is about to wake up. He should be the curator here. Not bad, a Soul Poet is still very rare!" Elder Shi's voice sounded in Jian Zhi's heart.

"En!"

Nodding his head, Jian Zhi walked straight to the diamond chair beside him. Without any hesitation, he sat down and waited quietly for the elder in front of him to awaken.

"Oh!" "Are you here for certification? Your breath is not bad. It's been a long time since anyone has come. This old man is about to die from depression ?"

Hearing the voice of the elder in front of him, Jian Zhi looked at the elder who still had his eyes closed and said, "Hello, senior! "Junior Jianji [1] has come to certify the spirit poet as a Mortal Realm soul."

"Just imprint your soul poem into my head!"

As the saying goes, direct imprinting of soul poems means that soul poems made by soul poets can be directly spread. For example, soul poems that boost morale can be used on soldiers during a city siege. As long as the soul poet's soul force is strong enough, it wouldn't be exaggerated even if it covered the entire battlefield.

"This old man is too confident in his own strength. After all, if his opponent's soul force usage is more mature or powerful than his own, then he can be completely destroyed by the soul force, resulting in the death of the soul and corruption of the body." Shi Lao frowned.

Immediately, he spread out his soul force and imprinted the "truthful knowledge" into the old man's mind. When the old man saw this scene, his eyes immediately burst open and a golden light shone out from his eyes. He shouted towards Jian Zhi in shock, "How old are you?"