The Spirit Martial King Residence, a secluded little courtyard.
"Tut, tut. Who would have thought? When I'd first transmigrated, I'd worried about being an unregistered citizen. Now, I'm living in the Spirit Martial King Residence in Zhongjing."
Lu Zheng sat on a stone bench in the courtyard pavilion, eating chilled melons and fruit preserved in the estate treasury's cellar until summer. With one leg crossed over the other, he said leisurely, "And I can even afford to look down on the current Spirit Martial King."
Shen Ying picked up a crabapple and took a bite. Though sweet, it carried quite a bit of tartness, and she could not help shaking her head. Still, she crunched through the fruit bite by bite. "Forget the Spirit Martial King Residence. With your Dao Comprehension, even if you entered the palace to pay court, the Emperor Jing would have to treat you with courtesy."
Though Great Jing had founded its dynasty in a world of immortals and martial arts, aside from special departments such as the military, the Demon Suppression Division, and the palace guards, most officials governing the realm—and even members of the imperial Lineage—were ordinary people.
Even when members of the imperial family died, not everyone was qualified to become ghosts or gods and enjoy incense offerings. After all, no matter how abundant the incense offerings of the realm were, they remained finite. How could they provide an ever-growing number of people with incense offerings without end?
Take the Spirit Martial King's line, for instance. It had endured alongside the nation for six hundred years. Only Jing Gaoqi had become a god, cultivated great divine abilities, and received imperial offerings. After him, only one descendant with decent aptitude had become a god after death. That person was now serving as the Heavenly