Ancient Martial Saint Emperor in Another World [Complete] - 2

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Chapter Fourteen: The Goddess's Sigh

Along the way, the little girl's beautiful eyes widened as she stared intently at the buildings. Although she had witnessed the prosperity of humans in Red Moon City, it was merely a small border town of the Great Qin Dynasty. How could it compare to the royal palace of the Great Qin?

The elves revered nature and paid little attention to clothing, food, or adornment. They typically ate night fruits, drank dew, and lived in treehouses. The little girl, having grown up in the elven forest, was accustomed to the elven lifestyle and assumed that the whole world was like that. But upon venturing out, she discovered that the world contained such delicious food, beautiful architecture, and gorgeous clothes. Wow! This completely captivated the naive little girl.

So, along the way, our poor Qin Feng finally witnessed the "little witch's" tenacity. Faced with her endless stream of questions, he had no choice but to take on the role of tour guide and consultant, constantly answering the little girl's barrage of questions with his hazy memories of the Ninth Prince, until Qin Feng's throat was parched.

Especially when they passed a building with a blue roof and red walls, heart-wrenching wails occasionally emanated from inside, triggering the little girl's overflowing sympathy. She even wanted to go and comfort her. Ugh, that was the eunuch's castration chamber! Could he really let him go there? But Qin Feng couldn't give her a straight answer. Should he tell her, "This is where eunuchs are castrated?" Given the little girl's curious nature, she might look at him with those beautiful, inquisitive eyes and ask, "What does castration mean?"

Just as Qin Feng was trying to evade the question, and the little girl was about to use her "finger-counting magic," they finally arrived at their destination—the Qin Kingdom's armory.

The little girl spared our poor Qin Feng, turning her attention to the now-open gates of the national armory. Qin Feng was so moved that he excitedly stepped forward and took the hand of the young eunuch who had led the way, his face flushed red, speechless.

The young eunuch, looking utterly pitiful, couldn't help but wonder as he watched the Ninth Prince, who was a head shorter than him, holding his hand with such excitement and a flushed face: Could it be that our future third-ranking magic god of the continent, the divinely powerful and wise Ninth Prince, has had such a peculiar fetish since childhood? But I am no longer a virgin after leaving the castration chamber; how can I be worthy of our divinely powerful and wise Ninth Prince?

Later, after Qin Feng unified the continent and became known as the Holy Emperor, several books with a profound impact suddenly circulated, such as "The Moment I Fell in Love with the Ninth Prince," "The Story I Had to Tell with the Holy Emperor," and "A Crippled Man's Confession to His Majesty the Holy Emperor," etc. These books spread extremely quickly, even making it into the top three of the ten best-selling books of the year.

When His Majesty the Holy Emperor Qin Feng, seated high on his dragon throne, heard the ministers' report, he, who had remained unfazed even when facing a million-strong army, was startled and rose from his throne. Ignoring the strange expressions of his ministers, he immediately adjourned the court. According to rumors circulating in the palace, the concubines had united to boycott His Majesty the Holy Emperor.

It is said—and absolutely said—that His Majesty the Holy Emperor, the first unifier of the Starry Continent in history, had spent a full month in the Imperial Study practicing a life of abstinence! If Qin Feng, who was currently thanking the eunuch, knew the extent of the impact the eunuch would have on his future "sexual happiness," would he have the urge to strangle him right now?

Entering the national armory, even with ample mental preparation, Qin Feng was still stunned by the sight before him: the entire armory was built underground, hundreds of feet high and about three hundred feet wide. This space was almost entirely a world of weapons and armor—a dazzling array of weapons, all kinds of swords: greatswords, friezes, longswords, light swords; various styles of armor: light armor, heavy armor, chainmail, full armor…

Weapons and armor worth a fortune outside were piled together like trash. Not to mention the little girl who had only spent time in the elven forest; her beautiful, large eyes blinked like glowing amethyst coins, sending a chill down Qin Feng's spine as he stared at her. Could it be that the elves and the dragons, who love glowing things, are related by blood? Otherwise, this little girl, supposedly an elven princess, seemed more like a little dragon who had found a treasure.

Suddenly, Qin Feng sensed an unusually familiar voice calling him from a certain direction. Just as he was about to take off, a cheer drew his attention to the little girl. She deftly rummaged through a multitude of weapons and pulled out an exceptionally beautiful bow. She then ran to Qin Feng, clutching the bow tightly, looking at him pitifully with her large, blinking eyes.

In this situation, what could he do? Besides, Qin Feng was a novice in love; how could he possibly say "no" to the girl he liked?!

Carefully examining the bow in the little girl's hand, Qin Feng couldn't help but secretly marvel at her excellent eye. The bow was a deep blue, shaped like a dragon's tail, while the joints were golden. The entire bow was engraved with intricate ancient Elvish script. The bowstring was made of an unknown material, and the whole bow radiated an icy blue glow, emanating a chilling aura that made Qin Feng involuntarily shiver.

"This is..."

"The Sigh of the Goddess!" Seeing Qin Feng's bewildered expression, the little girl continued, "This is a divine artifact of our elven race! It was originally kept by the Elven Queen, but during the great war between gods and demons about ten thousand years ago, the Elven Queen tragically perished in the war, and this divine artifact disappeared without a trace. I never expected it to be found here."

"Since it's a divine artifact of your elven race, it must have an extraordinary origin, right?"

"Of course!" The little girl immediately displayed immense confidence at the mention of the elves, raising her head high. "Legend has it that after the Creator God created the gods, he left the world. The gods, now free, fought for power. Ultimately, the Light faction, led by the God of Light, defeated the Dark faction, led by the God of the Underworld, and sealed them in the Abyss of Despair.

Later, the God of War, arrogant about his achievements in the war, dared to attempt to assault the Elf Goddess, sparking another conflict. The conflict between the two gods eventually escalated into a battle between their respective followers. The elves, who worshipped the Elf Goddess, and the human swordsmen, who worshipped the God of War, engaged in a life-or-death struggle." Under the guidance of the Spirit Goddess, the Elven race achieved a decisive victory.

Enraged, the God of War, taking advantage of the Elven celebrations, ambushed the Spirit Goddess and massacred her people. Severely wounded, the Spirit Goddess, to protect her people, sighed and transformed her beloved elven dragon into a bow, using her long hair as the bowstring and her own life essence as the arrow, wounding the God of War and ending the war! Thus, the Spirit Goddess fell into a deep slumber, and this bow of the Spirit Goddess was preserved by the Elven Queen for generations! "

I never imagined that the Spirit Goddess was such a formidable woman! What a pity...

" "You're giving me this bow!" the little girl said with a charming smile.

"Can I say no?" the man countered.

Raising an eyebrow, the little girl snorted and hung the bow, the Goddess's Sigh, on her back without a word.

Qin Feng couldn't help but think, this "little witch" truly lives up to her name; was it right or wrong for him to restore her freedom?

Just then, that familiar and affectionate call echoed in Qin Feng's heart again. He had initially intended to go find her, but the little girl's sigh of admiration interrupted him. So, Qin Feng took the little girl's hand and carefully led her forward.

Chapter Fifteen: Hou Yi.

Qin Feng, holding the little girl's hand, passed through layers of weapons and armor. The feeling in his heart grew closer and stronger. The wisp of internal energy stored within his body actually circulated on its own according to a certain path. Qin Feng was very familiar with this path; it was one of the martial arts techniques he had cultivated in his previous life—the Sun-Shooting Roar Technique.

Seeing his cultivation technique progressing faster and faster, Qin Feng dared not move rashly, fearing any mistake might harm the little girl. After walking about ten steps, with a "bang," Qin Feng's body trembled, and the Sun-Shooting Roar Technique entered its second level. Finally, the path ahead was blocked by a wall. The Sun-Shooting Roar Technique within his body was operating at ten times its previous speed, showing faint signs of breaking through to the third level.

Looking at the wall before him, the familiar call emanated from within it. Qin Feng gently placed his hand on the wall, and with a "bang," the Sun-Shooting Roar Technique within his body broke through to the third level, and with a "whoosh," it was sucked in, leaving the little girl alone, dumbfounded, watching everything. Qin Feng

awoke from a dizzying state. All around him was a vast expanse of white. In the haze, he saw an old man with white hair and beard, tiger-like eyes that exuded a dignified aura, and wearing a long brown robe.

"Who are you?"

"A child from China, you can call me Hou Yi."

"Hou Yi? The Hou Yi who shot down the suns?"

"Shooting down the suns is a bit of an exaggeration, they were just a few demons."

"Ah..." Qin Feng wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the old man who called himself Hou Yi,

"Child, my time is running out. Tens of thousands of years have worn down my primordial spirit to an extreme degree. Now listen to me. I was originally the leader of the Wu tribe in China.

Back then, when the Wu and Yao tribes were fighting for supremacy, I killed the nine sons of the Yao tribe's leader, Donghuang Taiyi. He held a grudge and sent his sister, Xi Wangmu, to get close to my wife, Chang'e, intending to sow discord between us. However, my wife and I were very much in love, so Xi Wangmu returned empty-handed.

So Xi Wangmu took advantage of my absence on a campaign and used her magic to bewitch Chang'e's mind." He handed two Wan Gu Shi Yuan Pills to Chang'e, ordering her to put them in his wine cup.

However, perhaps it was fate, Chang'e, who was supposed to put in two Wan Gu Shi Yuan Pills, inexplicably only put in one. After drinking the poisoned wine, I risked my soul being scattered to break the sorcery that the Queen Mother of the West had placed on Chang'e. When Chang'e regained consciousness, she was filled with grief and indignation. Taking advantage of my inattention, she swallowed the other Wan Gu Shi Yuan Pill and died in my arms..."

Although tens of thousands of years have passed, Hou Yi still sheds tears when he talks about the scene of Chang'e's death.

"Later, the Queen Mother of the West, seeing that I was still alive, hid herself. Meanwhile, Donghuang Taiyi, along with Jehovah of the West, led tens of thousands of demons and angels to surround me. Although I was poisoned by the Myriad Gu Devouring Pill, I still killed tens of thousands of demons and angels. Finally, overwhelmed by my injuries, I chose to self-destruct, unleashing my ultimate technique, 'Ten Directions Annihilation,' which collided with Donghuang Taiyi's 'Ten Luminaries Burning the Heavens' and Jehovah's 'Judgment of the Gods.' The immense energy tore through space, causing me and some of the angels and demons to fall here.

When I arrived, due to the self-destruction, I could only attach my primordial spirit to my bow, clinging to life." "Living on, after tens of thousands of years, my primordial spirit grew weaker and weaker. Just when I was about to give up, you arrived, possessing my archery techniques.

So, I poured my last bit of energy into your body, helping you reach the third level of the Sun-Shooting Technique. But, child, I've discovered that you seem to have only mastered my archery techniques, while you haven't learned any of my Witch Clan's body-training techniques at all!"

So Qin Feng told Hou Yi everything that had happened. He simply felt that the old man before him was his elder, and Qin Feng had lived with the old man who had taken him in since childhood. Now it felt like he had returned to the past.

"Child, this is fate. Since Heaven sent my Chinese bloodline when I was on my deathbed, how could I, Hou Yi, fail to repay Heaven's gift!

Child, I will later teach you the cultivation technique of my Wu clan, the 'Chaotic Demon Body Technique,' as well as my good companion, the bow that shot down the sun. However, because the energy within the bow is too powerful, I fear you cannot control it, so I placed nine divine seals on it. You must practice diligently!

Only by breaking through the seals I placed can you truly master this peerless weapon. Remember, remember..."

The old man's figure slowly faded into the white mist. Qin Feng felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier until he finally closed his eyes.

...

Qin Feng was awakened by the pain in his ear. He saw the little girl with one hand on her hip and the other pinching her poor ear hard, her eyes wide open, as if telling him: This young lady is very angry, and the consequences will be severe! Her already somewhat voluptuous breasts rose and fell with her breath, and a faint fragrance of virginity wafted into her nostrils.

This... this is inciting a crime! Qin Feng felt a rush of heat from his nostrils. "Oh my god, help me! I'm only 10 years old!" The little girl, the culprit, looked at the bleeding Qin Feng with a puzzled expression and asked,

"What's wrong? Why are you bleeding from your nose?"

"Uh, it's nothing, it's just too hot today, so I bled a little. It's okay, I have plenty of blood." He glanced at a certain part of the little girl's nose and immediately turned his head away in fright.

"Sit down, I'll help you stop the bleeding." The little girl pressed Qin Feng to the ground, ripped a strip of cloth from her skirt, straightened Qin Feng's head, and stuffed the cloth into his bleeding nostril. But, while the cloth was fine, another problem arose!

The little girl was already a head taller than Qin Feng, and now that he was sitting on the ground while she was bending over to stuff the cloth in, Qin Feng only saw a blur of white against her low-cut palace maid attire.

Then, the strip of cloth stuffed into his nostrils rushed out even faster, carrying two streams of bright red blood. Qin Feng felt a wave of dizziness, clearly due to insufficient blood supply to his brain, completely unaware of the sly smile on the little girl's lips.

"You dare to take advantage of this princess? Serves you right! Humph, you'll see!" The little girl said hatefully, looking at Qin Feng who had fainted from blood loss, though her face was bright red.

Chapter Sixteen: Slaying Gods

Qin Feng woke up in the afternoon. Shaking his dizzy head, he recalled what had happened in the armory and felt a wave of fear. If he had to be bled like this every day, how could he survive?

Just as he was about to sit up, he suddenly felt that his body was a little different than usual. Hmm, it seemed like there was a cultivation technique in his head, probably the Wu Clan's cultivation method, the "Chaotic Demon Body Technique," that Hou Yi had mentioned. Moreover, there seemed to be something else inside his body, but how could he get it out?

Qin Feng, who was trying to figure out how to get rid of the unknown thing inside his body, suddenly felt as if something had appeared in his right hand. Upon closer inspection, it was a longbow, neither metal nor wood, with a dark bow body that exuded an ancient and desolate aura. Tortoises and snakes coiled around the bow arms, dragons and tigers circled around, and phoenixes soared. The bowstring was also blurred, as if it were there but not there. Holding the bow arm, a feeling of blood connection arose spontaneously!

At the same time, the Sun-Shooting Roaring Technique in Qin Feng's body started to operate on its own again, spinning faster and faster. Qin Feng's mind gradually sank into a realm that Qin Feng could not understand at the moment. The place before him was obviously unfamiliar, but it gave Qin Feng a strange sense of familiarity.

In a daze, Qin Feng seemed to be standing on a barren land. Gradually, the desolate land before him seemed to come alive, a scorching heat enveloping him. In the distance, a group of people with animal skins around their waists were constantly worshipping the heavens. In the center of the crowd, on a high platform built of wood, a naked old man stretched his arms wide, his head raised to the sky, and jumped incessantly. Small bells wrapped around his body jingled crisply with each jump. After

jumping for a while, the man knelt down and prayed to the heavens. Then he got up and jumped again, repeating this cycle... Qin Feng was puzzled, so he looked up at the sky and saw ten suns hanging high in the sky, constantly radiating immense heat and light. The vast land seemed unable to withstand the ravages of ten suns; rivers had dried up, the land was cracked, and the barren land stretched for thousands of miles, a scene of utter desolation.

Immediately afterward, Qin Feng felt as if he were standing atop a towering peak, gazing at the sky. The ten suns pointed to the heavens and spoke in a language he couldn't understand. For a long while, the ten suns remained stubbornly high in the sky. Qin Feng felt his anger could no longer be suppressed, his surging killing intent could no longer be restrained. He roared to

the sky, drew his bow, and pointed an arrow at the ten suns. Qin Feng felt a surge of energy flow through his meridians, finally bursting forth from his fingertips. Without a trace, without a sound, only the bowstring hummed. Then, a mournful bird cry pierced the sky, and one of the ten suns in the sky dimmed instantly, turning to ash!

With one sun shot down, the remaining nine suns scattered in panic. Unfortunately, it was too late. The dark longbow was drawn taut eight times in succession, the energy within his body circulating along different paths eight times, and eight suns were shot down by the divine arrow, turning into clumps of ash.

When Qin Feng drew his longbow for the tenth time, aiming at the last sun, he was stopped by the old savage praying for rain behind him, who uttered words he couldn't understand. At this moment, Qin Feng felt his anger subside and his killing intent recede, but the tenth arrow was not released!

In a daze, Qin Feng returned to reality and found himself still sitting on the bed in Qiuhua Pavilion, still holding the dark longbow in his hand. Qin Feng memorized the cultivation route of shooting the sun in the illusion, finding it more profound and strange than the Sun-Shooting Chaos Technique he had been practicing!

Qin Feng raised the longbow, only to find it as light as a feather. He was greatly surprised, but also worried. This bow was almost 34 cm tall, how could he hold it? But then, as if it had a spirit, the bow disappeared with a "whoosh," and Qin Feng clearly felt that something had been added to his body. This discovery overjoyed Qin Feng. He happily played magic tricks in the room, sometimes putting the bow away, sometimes taking it out, having a great time.

"You're so obedient, and Grandpa Hou Yi didn't tell me to listen to your name, so how about I give you a more imposing name?" Seeing the bow buzzing in his hand, Qin Feng knew it had agreed. After

thinking for a while, Qin Feng said to the bow, "You are famous for shooting down the sun, and the three-legged golden crow is the son of a god, so how about I call you 'Godslayer'?" The bow

answered Qin Feng with a crisp "buzzing..."

Later, Qin Feng used this bow to slay the gods of the divine realm and slaughter the demons of the demon realm, defeating generals and breaking through armies, becoming the first emperor of the Starry Continent to unify all the continent's nations and the realms of gods and demons—but that's a story for another time.

"Hey, you idiot, what are you spacing out for? When did you get a bow? And why are you grinning like an idiot at it?" Only the "Little Witch," Evelya, would talk to Qin Feng like that.

Qin Feng smiled wryly. When did I become an idiot again? It seems this little girl has gradually returned to her true nature since she was freed from her slave contract. She truly lives up to her reputation as the "Little Witch" who caused chaos among the elves!

"Idiot, your bow is so ugly! Look at my Goddess's Sigh, such smooth curves, such lustrous color! Unlike yours, it's dark and gritty, like a rock from a stinky ditch!" Seeing Qin Feng remain silent, the little girl continued talking to herself.

"Uh, how is my bow ugly?" Qin Feng thought, but suddenly felt something was wrong. His hand felt light, and when he looked up, he saw the little girl's face pale, her body trembling as she stared at a dark longbow in front of her. Wasn't this the Godslayer?

The Divine Bow was now fully drawn, like a full moon. Although there were no arrows, Qin Feng had no doubt that this divine weapon, which had once shot down nine suns in a row, would easily tear the little girl to shreds. Immediately, Qin Feng mentally commanded the Divine Bow to return. Fortunately, the Divine Bow was obedient, circling the little girl a few times, making a few demonstrative "buzzing" sounds, and then "whoosh!" returned to Qin Feng's body.

"Wah..." the little girl cried, squatting on the ground, prompting Qin Feng to rush over to comfort her. All divine objects possess a spirit. After the Divine Bow was created, Hou Yi fought countless battles, slaying demons and immortals. Countless demons and immortals perished beneath its power. Over time, its killing intent grew extremely strong. Eventually, a single draw by Hou Yi would unleash a torrent of killing intent that would shatter the nerves of his opponents, leaving them paralyzed.

Although the divine bow had lost much of its killing intent over tens of thousands of years as Hou Yi cultivated himself, a tiny bit remained. Today, the little girl's disrespectful words meant that the execution of the god was merely a small warning; otherwise, its remaining killing intent would have been enough to kill her!

Chapter Seventeen: Divine Power

"Your bow is so petty! I only said it was ugly, and you want to kill me?! 555555555 Do you know how hard it was for people to carry you back after you fainted in the armory?! 5555555" The little girl felt extremely wronged. Although it had only lasted a few seconds, the feeling of being on the verge of death was still vividly imprinted in her mind.

From childhood, this little girl, as the daughter of the Elf Queen, was mischievous and always played pranks on her people, but no one ever scolded her, and she never suffered any injustice. But ever since entering the human city, first she was scolded by the waiter for not having money for food, then she was tricked into becoming a slave by a seemingly kind uncle. Now, she's finally found someone easy to talk to, thinking she could bully him, but instead, he brought out such a terrifying bow! Is he trying to scare her to death?

She just wanted to play with him! 55555… And this Goddess's Sigh! Her mother told her it's the most precious treasure of her elven race, the number one divine bow on the continent, but why does it shrink into my arms when faced with such a dark bow? I can actually feel its fear! What's going on? If only her mother were here! Sigh!

"Alright, sweetie, don't cry anymore, sweetie, you won't be pretty if you cry!" He tried to comfort her with reason and emotion, but unfortunately...

"Hmph..."

"How about I take you to the Martial Arts Hall to play? There are lots and lots of things there..." Qin Feng's voice trailed off as he watched the little girl's pointed ears twitching. He smiled mischievously and stopped abruptly.

"Lots and lots of what?" The little girl had clearly fallen for his trick and asked, immediately slapping her head in annoyance, obviously realizing she'd been fooled.

"Hmph, don't think you've gotten away with this." Seeing Qin Feng's astonished expression, the little girl raised her eyebrows and said, "Unless you promise me three more things!"

"What three things?"

"I don't care, you just have to agree, hmph!"

"But let's make this clear first, no unreasonable demands, like asking me to die, I won't agree."

"Tch, who cares about your life? So, agree or not?"

"Okay, I give up. Tell me, what do you want?"

"Hey, I can't think of anything right now, I'll tell you when I do, but you can't go back on your word, understand? Now take me to the Martial Arts Hall to play! Hehe..."

"It's too late today, school's over, how about tomorrow?"

"Fine, tomorrow, remember that, or I'll show you what I'm capable of! Hmph." The little girl clenched her fists tightly, wrinkled her cute nose, and threatened.

The little girl, perhaps spoiled by her wild childhood in the elven forest, possessed astonishing stamina. Right after lunch, she dragged Qin Feng to the courtyard, ostensibly to "practice archery." But Qin Feng, no matter how he looked at her, couldn't sense a trace of true competition. Would someone who was merely sparring grit their teeth?

Would someone who was merely sparring look at him with such ill intent? Would someone who was merely sparring secretly grumble at someone trying to teach him a lesson? Suddenly, Qin Feng remembered something and felt a chill. It seemed... this little girl was an elven princess. It seemed the elves were famous for archers and mages. It seemed this little girl had taken a bow from the armory that morning, and it seemed this bow was a treasure of their race...

The more Qin Feng thought about it, the colder he felt. Looking at the girl standing beside him, scrutinizing him with the same predatory gaze she'd given her prey, he thought, "Oh my god, save me!" We can foresee that Qin Feng's afternoon is going to be quite "exciting"!

Generally, weapons aren't allowed in palace buildings, but Qiuhua Pavilion is an exception. This was where the king lived when he was still the crown prince. The late king had granted him permission to equip himself with some practice weapons, so there's a row of weapon racks in the courtyard filled with various weapons, though none of them are sharpened and are only for practice.

"Idiot, if we're going to have an archery contest, we have to have a strength contest first," the girl said, looking at Qin Feng, who was a head shorter than her. She grabbed a 2-stone bow from the weapon rack, drew it in one smooth motion, and then released it fully, barely catching her breath. She tossed the bow to Qin Feng, crossed her arms, and watched him with amusement.

Qin Feng scoffed, thinking: It's just a 2-stone bow, why so arrogant? Qin Feng gripped the bow arm with his left hand, his right thumb and forefinger pinching the bowstring tightly. Without even inhaling, he easily drew the bow into a full crescent shape. Just when the little girl thought it was over, the bow arm suddenly made a soft cracking sound, breaking in two with a "bang."

Afterward, he winked at the little girl without saying a word, which infuriated her. In the elven forest, although the little girl was mischievous and a troublemaker, her archery and magical talent was so high that she was considered a genius rarely seen in a thousand years among the elves. Even before reaching adulthood, her archery skills were already comparable to those of the older generation of elven archers, both in strength and accuracy. She had

assumed that Qin Feng, being a head shorter than her, must have limited strength, and even if he was skilled, he couldn't compare to hers. But who would have thought that he would break the 2-stone bow she could only draw fully! It was utterly infuriating!

Don't underestimate this 2-stone bow. One shi (石) in the Song Dynasty was equivalent to 92.5 Song jin (斤), and one Song jin is equivalent to 640 grams in modern terms. Therefore, the pulling force required to draw this 2-stone bow would be 95 x 0.4 kg x 2 = 11.4 kg, or 118.4 kilograms.

Even Huang Zhong, renowned for his archery skills during the Three Kingdoms period, only drew a 2-stone bow. In the Han Dynasty, one shi was equal to 2 shi dou (市斗), one shi dou was equal to 13.5 jin (斤), and one shi was equal to 27 shi jin (斤) of millet. One shi in the Han Dynasty was 20,000 milliliters, and one dou was 2,000 milliliters. This means that one dou of millet in the Qin and Han Dynasties weighed 7 jin (斤), based on actual measurements.

However, since the author of *Romance of the Three Kingdoms* lived during the late Yuan and early Ming Dynasties, we don't know whether Huang Zhong's 2-stone bow was based on Han or Song Dynasty standards.

Because bows and crossbows were the main weapons in the Song Dynasty, arm strength was the primary standard for judging a person's martial arts skills. The test was based on the draw weight of the bow. The highest recorded draw weight for a soldier at the time was 270 Song jin (approximately 13.5 kg), equivalent to a three-stone bow. This was several times the draw weight of soldiers in the Spring and Autumn Period. Some brave generals were even more astonishing; Yue Fei and Han Shizong could draw 300 Song jin (four-stone) bows, with arrows reaching a distance of a thousand paces. 100 meters is equivalent to the range of a 25mm Barrett anti-material sniper rifle.

Chapter Eighteen, "A Series of Strikes

," describes how Qin Feng broke a two-stone bow, infuriating the little girl. However, she wasn't discouraged. Archery requires not only strength but also accuracy. Think about it: even if you can draw a ten-stone bow, what's the use if you can't hit the target? "Hmph, see how I deal with you later!

" "Now we'll test accuracy. Look, there's a tree over there. Our target is the leaves on that tree, understand?"

Qin Feng surveyed the area; the distance was about a hundred paces, so it shouldn't be a problem. Originally, with the physique of the body's original owner, it would have been impossible. However, now that the two souls have merged, this body, unable to withstand the symbiotic energy attached to Qin Feng's soul during his time travel, would explode. Therefore, the energy attached to that soul spontaneously modified the body.

This modification has three major effects: most directly, his muscle strength has increased countless times. So, he could easily lift a 300-pound man before, and today he easily broke a 2-stone bow. Secondly, his magical talent has improved. It's important to know that the energy attached to Qin Feng's soul is the purest energy in the world, without attribute distinctions, and can be converted into any energy form. Therefore, when testing his magical talent attributes, Qin Feng showed all-elemental magical talent! But

this isn't the biggest benefit. The biggest benefit is that Qin Feng's meridians have been expanded countless times wider than before, allowing him to break through at an terrifying speed in his future cultivation of ancient martial arts! For example, if Qin Feng's meridians were originally like mountain streams and brooks, now they are like the mighty Yangtze and Yellow Rivers. Naturally, the amount of internal energy he can store is much greater. Add to that the "Azure Sky Technique," hailed as the number one martial art in China's 5000-year history, and it's truly unimaginable how monstrous Qin Feng will become after mastering it!

This time, the little girl took out the Goddess's Sigh, looked at Qin Feng, and said, "You can also take out that ugly... uh, that black bow of yours!" Clearly, she remembered the terrifying scene in the room earlier.

After saying this, the little girl ignored Qin Feng, took a deep breath, slowly raised the Goddess's Sigh to the same level as her heart, drew the bowstring, and with a "whoosh," the arrow pierced through the foliage a hundred paces away, embedding itself in a tree trunk. Raising the Goddess's Sigh in her hand, the little girl looked at Qin Feng triumphantly.

Qin Feng carefully examined the spot where the little girl had shot her arrow. It had pierced three leaves and embedded itself in the tree. Not bad. If he hadn't possessed the Sun-Shooting Roar Technique, he would definitely have lost. Too bad, the little girl was about to suffer another defeat.

Qin Feng casually picked up a bow from the weapon rack, drew five arrows from the quiver, and to the little girl's surprise, fired all five in quick succession. With a "thud," each arrow embedded itself in the tree. He then tossed his head towards the tree. The little girl was stunned for a moment, then angrily walked towards the tree. Upon closer inspection, she saw that her arrow had pierced three leaves and was embedded halfway in the tree.

As for that big bad guy, all five of his arrows had pierced five leaves and were embedded in the tree, with only the arrowheads embedded. The result was obvious. "I, the future archer god of the elven race, actually lost to a human, and a human who's only ten years old at that! Sigh." The little girl sat dejectedly under the tree, looking at the Goddess's Sigh in her hand, feeling utterly wronged.

"What's wrong? Want to cry? Hehe, so our fairy princess is a sore loser, huh..."

"Who said I can't accept defeat? Humph, I lost, so be it. But I didn't lose to you, I lost to the five-arrow-in-a-row technique! Humph! So what? What's so great about it? Just the ability to fire five arrows in quick succession? If I could do that too, I...I, I'd definitely shoot better than you, humph!" The little girl stood up abruptly, her voice filled with resentment. Qin Feng was stunned by her words. Women, you really can't judge them by common sense, even though she was still a girl.

"Alright, alright, do you want to learn this seemingly insignificant rapid-fire archery technique?"

"Yes, but will you teach me?"

"Why not? It's not some kind of treasure." It's not that it's not a treasure, it's that you are more precious than archery! Qin Feng silently added this to his mind.

The afternoon passed until Yama came to call them for dinner, and the little girl reluctantly took Qin Feng's hand and went to eat. This little girl is truly a prodigy in archery. She mastered about 60% of the complex rapid-fire technique in just one afternoon; the rest is up to practice and refinement.

This rapid-fire technique originated with Huang Zhong, a general of the Shu Kingdom during the Three Kingdoms period. He dedicated his entire life to this art, spending a full sixty years to perfect it, only able to fire one arrow in a row. Yet this little girl can fire three in a row after just one afternoon—that's quite impressive!

Another person worth mentioning is Qin Feng. He's had the "Cao Cao's Military Records" for over a year, and although he's memorized its contents, he's never actually practiced it. However, fortunately, he inherited Hou Yi's skills, giving him an extraordinary understanding of archery. Initially, he could only fire five arrows in a row, but by mealtime, he could fire a series of arrows in a row!

After dinner, the little girl didn't cause much trouble. After all, according to the elf's age calculation, she was still a minor and had limited energy. She talked for a while and then went back to her room to sleep. Qin Feng, having endured the little girl's torment all day, finally had some time to himself.

He assumed a five-heart-facing-the-sky posture and began cultivating the Azure Sky Technique. After circulating it thirty-six times, suddenly, two streams of energy surged into his brain and his Tanzhong acupoint. Qin Feng knew that the energy from his brain was spiritual power, while the energy from his Tanzhong acupoint was probably the divine power left to him by Hou Yi. Qin Feng secretly prayed that they wouldn't meet.

However, contrary to his wishes, the three met in his upper dantian. Fortunately, no accidents occurred; each continued along its own path without interfering with the others, finally putting Qin Feng's mind at ease, and he slowly entered a state of selflessness.

Awakening from his cultivation, Qin Feng clearly felt that his power had progressed again. He had finally entered the first level of the Azure Sky Technique. The most obvious feeling was that his senses were much sharper than before. For example, he could hear the little girl pacing around in the hall and even sense her glancing towards his room from time to time!

Although it was only the first level, the former space pirate Qin Feng had spent a full two years practicing to reach the first level, while now he had only practiced for two days! As for the Chaos Demon Body Technique, thanks to the help of Hou Yi's divine power, he had clearly passed the first level. The Wu Clan's cultivation methods emphasized body training, and now ordinary iron weapons could no longer harm Qin Feng in the hands of ordinary people. As for his mental power, it had also made considerable progress. The Heaven-Shattering Earth-Striking Technique was indeed an excellent method for training mental power. Now Qin Feng was confident that he could instantly cast level 1-2 magic.

Chapter Nineteen: Slapping the Third Prince.

Opening the door, the first thing he saw was the little girl pretending to be deep in thought as she looked out the window, while her cute pointed ears twitched from time to time, making Qin Feng want to laugh. This little girl was too funny.

The little girl pretended to have just noticed Qin Feng and said, "You're up? Why are you so late? We're going to the Martial Arts Hall to play today!" Ugh, so this girl had been walking around all morning just to get to the Martial Arts Hall!

"Then hurry up and eat your breakfast, we'll go after you're done." Watching the little girl fight with her food without a word, Qin Feng was speechless.

He led the little girl to the Martial Arts Hall. This time, the girl didn't wander around aimlessly like yesterday. After all, the palace buildings were all pretty much the same (to her), and she'd seen enough of them yesterday. They arrived at the Martial Arts Hall in no time.

Originally, Qin Feng had planned to go to the basic area, but after hearing about his tragic past, the little girl insisted on avenging him. Ugh, why are all the girls these days so obsessed with "heroine fantasies"?

Under her threats, inducements, and the severe torture of her "finger-counting" technique, our poor Qin Feng had no choice but to lead her towards the intermediate area of the Martial Arts Hall. Upon entering the intermediate zone, the previously noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, dozens, even hundreds, of gazes fixed upon them.

Of course, those looking at Qin Feng were filled with contempt and disgust, while those looking at the little girl were filled with lewdness and greed. Looking at the ugly faces of these spoiled brats, Qin Feng felt a wave of nausea, especially seeing them staring at the little girl like that. Who was this little girl? She was the person Qin Feng loved!

So he couldn't help but let out a soft "humph!" Although the sound wasn't loud, it was particularly jarring in the quiet intermediate zone, waking the spoiled brats who were lost in staring at the little girl.

"Hey, isn't this our Ninth Prince with 'all-elemental magical talent'?"

"Yeah, our Ninth Prince has really improved! He even has such a beautiful elf slave with him!"

"This elf is so pretty, tsk tsk, just thinking about her makes my heart itch."

"Yeah, yeah, she's not grown up yet. If she grows up, then... hehe."

"Alas, what a pity, a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung!"

"Hey, Ninth Prince, how about I offer 200 amethyst coins for your female slave?"

"Damn, you only offer 200 amethyst coins for someone so pretty? That's not fair! I'll offer 300." "

350" "400"... "1000" "1050"...

"I'll offer 10,000!" A voice drowned out the entire crowd. Upon hearing this voice, everyone fell silent. A man with blond hair, wearing a mid-level mage's robe and carrying an exceptionally beautifully decorated magic wand, about 1 year old and about 175 cm tall, walked out from the crowd.

The previously noisy crowd spontaneously parted to make way for him. As he approached, Qin Feng took a closer look and realized it was the eldest prince, the son of the current empress. Although he was very handsome, his sinister expression ruined his overall image.

"How is it, Ninth Prince?" the eldest prince said, sizing up the little girl with the eyes of someone eyeing prey, making "tsk tsk" sounds from time to time, as if the little girl was already his possession.

Just as the little girl was about to explode in annoyance, a familiar voice caught Qin Feng's attention:

"Aha, isn't this our great 'Wild Geese Descending on the Sand' Sword Saint, His Highness Qin Feng? Hehe, are you healed? I was really sorry about last time! Haha, I heard you're a multi-elemental magic talent, haha, but I'd rather believe pigs can fly! Ah, don't you think so?!"

"Yes, haha, if this good-for-nothing is a 'multi-elemental magic talent,' then we're all sword gods!"

"Yeah, yeah, I think Lang Kelido might have gotten drunk and made a mistake in the test!"

...

"Hmm, isn't this the eldest prince? What are you doing here? Oh, I know, you've taken a fancy to this elven slave girl next to you, right? Not bad, not bad, very beautiful. But, I like her too. How about this, I'll give you 100,000 amethyst coins, how about you give her to me?"

The fourth prince, who was still mocking Qin Feng, said after seeing the little girl and the eldest prince next to Qin Feng, but his thieving eyes were fixed on the little girl. In their view, Qin Feng's cowardly nature meant he was completely untouchable; the main issue now was the distribution of profits.

Actually, their mother had already told them that Qin Feng was a multi-elemental magic user, but the problem was, would these pampered young masters believe that a cowardly fellow they'd always bullied was the legendary multi-elemental magic user?

"Third brother, I bought this elf first, and I already agreed on the price with ninth brother," the eldest prince said, using Qin Feng as a shield since he couldn't refuse directly. He glared at Qin Feng, seemingly warning him to be careful.

"Oh, really?" the third prince replied noncommittally, walking up to the little girl and scrutinizing her closely. The more he looked, the more his heart itched; he longed to possess the beauty before him immediately. That face, that chest, that waist, those legs—by the God of Light, this was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. How wonderful it would be to hold her every night as he slept! Thinking this, he reached out and touched the little girl's chest.

With a sharp "slap," the Third Prince, lost in his lewd fantasies, was jolted awake. Everyone else, including the First Prince standing beside him, was stunned. Only Qin Feng slowly dissipated his gathered power, revealing an expression

of utter disbelief. "You…you…" The Third Prince covered his face with one hand, pointing at the little girl with the other, his face filled with disbelief. Since birth, he had been pampered and spoiled, never suffering any hardship. Even his father and mother had never struck him like this. Yet today, he had been slapped by an elven slave.

The First Prince beside the Third Prince was clearly also terrified, staring wide-eyed at everything. By the God of Light, had the sun risen in the west today? Otherwise, how could an elven slave dare to strike royalty?

"Fine, fine, fine. You actually dared to hit me, you actually dared to hit me, heh... I'll kill you, I'll make sure you die a horrible death!" The third prince, his eyes bloodshot, hysterically shouted at the noble children watching:

"What are you all standing there for? Seize her! Don't kill her, keep her alive! I want her to suffer a fate worse than death!"

With a "whoosh," the noble children who had been watching immediately surrounded Qin Feng and the little girl, as if they would pounce at the Third Prince's command. The First Prince, however, retreated to the sidelines, coldly observing the unfolding events. "

Let them fight, let them struggle, it would be best if they both suffered heavy losses. Should I find a referee for them? Hmm, let's wait and see how things develop..." Thinking this, the First Prince revealed a strange smile.

Chapter Twenty: Fighting.

"Third Brother, it seems you're trying to capture my maid without my permission." Just as the Third Prince was about to make his move, Qin Feng's leisurely voice rang out. Qin Feng stood aside, watching the scene unfold as if it were a show, seemingly unconcerned. After speaking, he even made a face at the little girl, making her face turn pale with anger.

"Oh, so Ninth Brother doesn't allow me to capture this slave who offended me?" The Third Prince suddenly asked Qin Feng with a smile, but his eyes were filled with cruelty.

"First, let me correct you. I've already granted Evelya commoner status, meaning she's now a commoner, not a slave. Second, she's now my friend, so if you're planning anything against my friend, hehe, I think it'll be difficult for me not to interfere."

"Haha, difficult not to interfere? Did I hear that right? Haha, hey, did you guys hear that? This good-for-nothing just told me 'it's difficult not to interfere'! Haha, I'm dying of laughter!" The Third Prince seemed to have heard something incredibly ridiculous and burst into laughter.

"Haha!"

"Oh, God of Light, our 'good-for-nothing prince' has actually learned to threaten people, and even threatened our Third Prince?"

"Yes, that's unbelievable!" "

That's the best joke I've heard today!"

"He doesn't actually believe Langkelido's claim that he's a multi-elemental magic talent, does he?"...

"Enough! Qin Feng, don't take advantage of me. You know what you are! Humph!"

"Of course I can't be described as a thing, but what are you, noble Third Prince?"

"Of course I'm not a thing..." the Third Prince blurted out in desperation.

"Haha..." "Hehe..." Qin Feng and the little girl burst into laughter simultaneously. Even the eldest prince standing in the distance and some of the noble children surrounding Qin Feng and his companions wanted to laugh but dared not, struggling to hold it in.

"Qin Feng, you lowly palace maid's bastard, you have defiled the noble bloodline of our Qin clan! How dare you insult me! I will make you know the price of insulting the Third Prince of Qin, who possesses the blood of both the Qin and Yu families..."

"Slap!" Another crisp slap rang out, silencing the Third Prince before he could finish speaking.

"You are not allowed to insult Qin Feng!" The little girl looked at Qin Feng with some worry. Although Qin Feng appeared indifferent to many things, the little girl knew in her heart that Qin Feng was very firm in his stance on his mother's position.

In fact, since Qin Feng inherited the memories of the original Ninth Prince, he had developed a strange attachment to the Ninth Prince's mother, who left the deepest impression on him. And these past few days, spending time with the little girl, he had also grown fond of this clever, lively, and adorable little sprite!

There is a Chinese saying: "A dragon has its scales; touch them and you will be killed." His mother and lover were clearly Qin Feng's Achilles' heel. The Third Prince had first insulted the little girl, then Qin Feng's mother, which enraged Qin Feng. He silently raised his Sky-Piercing Force to its peak, recalling his favorite techniques

from his past life: the Eight Steps of the Heavenly Demon and the Shattering Void Fist. He didn't use the World-Destroying Heaven-Shattering Fist or the Chaotic Void Path because the *Martial Classic* explained that these three martial arts, once mastered, should not be used recklessly until the Sky-Piercing Force reached its seventh level. Qin Feng was prepared. It seemed these spoiled brats present today would be lucky to escape with their lives.

"What are you all standing there for? Go! You go grab that bitch, I'll deal with this 'useless prince'!" the Third Prince roared.

That's exactly what he was waiting for. Qin Feng looked at the little girl, but saw no tension. In her beautiful eyes, he saw excitement, thrill, challenge, and cunning, but no fear. Qin Feng felt a chill run down his spine, and inwardly mourned for those self-important noble children who thought they had it all figured out!

In that brief moment of observation, the Third Prince had already assumed his stance, drawing his ornately decorated longsword from his waist, its blade gleaming coldly. The prince himself was focused, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty gaze as he stared at Qin Feng, as if eyeing prey. He licked his lips. To be fair, this Third Prince was indeed a natural martial artist, having reached the level of an intermediate swordsman at only fifteen. Unfortunately, he encountered Qin Feng, and unfortunately, he insisted on going against Qin Feng. Alas!

Qin Feng stretched his limbs and looked calmly at the Third Prince, saying, "Come on, let me see how many moves a mid-level swordsman can withstand!"

Qin Feng's attitude provoked the Third Prince. "Ya!" He thrust his sword straight at Qin Feng. The power, angle, and speed all showed a certain level of skill. Perhaps this sword strike was quite good among his peers, but it was still no match for Qin Feng. With a casual step of the Heavenly Demon Eight Steps, the Third Prince lost sight of Qin Feng. Then he felt an itch on his neck and heard Qin Feng's mocking voice, "Too slow." "Roar!" The Third Prince slashed with all his might but couldn't even touch Qin Feng's shadow. He felt someone patting his shoulder from behind. Without thinking, the Third Prince slashed backward with his sword, but unfortunately, he was disappointed again and missed.

"Hey, I'm here!"

"Can you go any faster?"

...

"Hey, didn't you eat breakfast? How come you can't even lift your sword?"

"Wrong strike, I'm on the right, try again." Thus, the mid-level area was filled with Qin Feng's mocking voice, which sounded like he was being disciplined, and the Third Prince's angry roar.

"...

Is this the level of an intermediate swordsman? What a disappointment!" Looking at the panting Third Prince, Qin Feng said disappointedly. The Third Prince nearly fainted upon hearing this. This prince, at fifteen, had already been hailed as a "genius" for reaching the intermediate swordsman level! He practiced swordsmanship for over three hours every day, and his hard-earned achievements were nothing compared to Qin Feng's. What

was most frustrating was that this seemingly useless prince, whom he used to bully, was now doubting his abilities, yet he couldn't even hit him. The Third Prince was so frustrated he wanted to kill himself! Seeing that ordinary attacks were ineffective, the Third Prince finally decided to use the powerful move he had learned a few days ago. Although he hadn't mastered it yet and it might be fatal, he didn't care. Even if he killed this useless prince, his father and mother wouldn't blame him.

"You forced me to do this! Then I'll show you the true strength of an intermediate swordsman. Take this!"

Seeing the Third Prince's suddenly serious expression, Qin Feng guessed he might be about to unleash a powerful attack, so he waited intently, secretly on guard.

Chapter Twenty-One: A brutal beating

! "Soaring Dragon Slash!" the Third Prince roared, gripping his sword with both hands and slashing diagonally at Qin Feng, as if to slice him in two from shoulder to waist! The sword's speed was incredible, even stirring the surrounding air with a whistling sound.

The force of the incoming sword strike actually made Qin Feng feel something, but only a slight sensation! After all, the Third Prince was merely a mid-level swordsman. A cold smile appeared in Qin Feng's mind, and a vicious thought surfaced.

The Third Prince, sword in hand, was about to strike Qin Feng, about to cleave this despicable fellow in two. As if envisioning Qin Feng being cut in two, the Third Prince felt an uncontrollable bloodlust, and his sword swung faster towards Qin Feng.

Two zhang... one zhang... five chi... four chi...

The Third Prince's bloodlust grew increasingly frenzied, his eyes gleaming with a beastly light. He was getting closer; he could almost see the pores on Qin Feng's face. The Third Prince seemed to hear the sound of his sword slicing through Qin Feng's heart, and a strange excitement welled up inside him. Just as the Third Prince's sword strike was as imposing as a mountain, something suddenly appeared.

A fist, a crystal-clear fist, even a beautiful fist, like a fine work of art.

However, what was astonishing was not the fist itself, but the fact that it seemed to possess a life of its own, striking the weakest point of the Third Prince's sword strike. This blow was like boiling water poured on snow, instantly shattering the Third Prince's sword momentum. The Third Prince tried desperately to continue his strike, but the sword in his hand seemed glued to his fist, unable to move.

A face filled with mockery and contempt appeared before the Third Prince's eyes—the face he least wanted to see at that moment—Qin Feng! He said nothing, but the mockery and contempt on that face almost drove the Third Prince mad! But before he could even go mad, Qin Feng's next action completely stunned him.

Qin Feng easily snatched the Third Prince's sword and tossed it to the ground. Before the Third Prince could react, he felt a sharp pain in his throat, followed by an enormous fist slamming into his face…

The Third Prince didn't know how long he endured it, only feeling as if a million hands were relentlessly striking him. Each blow brought excruciating pain, causing him to scream in agony, but he couldn't hear his own voice. It was utterly miserable!

Qin Feng didn't know how long he beat the Third Prince, relentlessly striking him with less than 110 units of pure physical strength, until the Third Prince's throat became hoarse and he fainted. Only then

did he get up and go find the little girl. But what he found amused him greatly. He didn't know what those noble children were thinking, but in Qin Feng's eyes, they seemed to be playing a game of "cops and robbers." No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't catch the little girl. She would dart left and right, slapping one person's face and punching another's body.

The garden was instantly filled with the groans of those in pain. The little girl, who had somehow managed to sit on a tree branch, dangling her legs and staring wide-eyed at the groaning noblemen below with an innocent look, seemed to be saying, "This has nothing to do with me.

" Qin Feng sighed and said to the little girl, "Hurry up, we still have class."

"Oh!" The little girl stuck out her cute little tongue, and a delicate magic wand appeared in her hand. Qin Feng felt a surge of magic, and then heard the little girl chant to the crowd below:

"Ubiquitous water spirit, heed my command, Rainstorm!"

The previously clear sky suddenly turned into a downpour after the little girl's chant, soaking the noblemen to the bone. Fortunately, Qin Feng had his inner energy protecting him, keeping the rain out. Would the little girl just let it go like that?

If that were the case, she wouldn't be called a "little witch" by the people of the elven forest. She gave everyone a sly smile, her magic wand vanished, replaced by a scroll. With a gentle squeeze, a small purple ball appeared out of thin air and slowly floated to the ground from her right hand.

Then, a series of heart-wrenching horns echoed from the Martial Arts Hall, accompanied by a stench reminiscent of a cesspool. At the same time, dozens of people with afro-like hair, dark faces, and tattered, damp clothes appeared. Oh, God of Light, are these still nobles? They look more and more like refugees from a remote mountain area! ...

Martial Arts Hall Basic Area.

"Little girl, what magic did you use the second time? And aren't you an archer? How do you know magic?" Qin Feng asked the little girl sitting beside him in a low voice.

"I'll say it again, don't call me 'little girl' anymore. I'm not little anymore! In five years, I'll have my coming-of-age ceremony!" The little girl finished speaking and defiantly puffed out her budding chest, continuing, "We elves are born mages and archers. Dual-wielding magic and archery isn't uncommon. What's so strange about me using magic? As for the second spell, that wasn't cast by me, hehe, let me show you."

With that, she made a delicate gesture in the air, and a scroll-like object appeared in her hand. Qin Feng even sensed a magical fluctuation emanating from it, guessing this was the magic scroll mentioned in the book Langkelido had given him. Sure enough, the little girl's voice confirmed Qin Feng's suspicions.

"This is called a magic scroll. The one before was a level 4 electric magic compressed ball derived from water magic, and this one I have now is a level 1 magic, Light Protection!"

Knowing it was a magic scroll, Qin Feng recalled the little girl's effortless gesture!

So, he tried to imitate the little girl's gesture, making a line in the air, but his hands came out empty. He could only look at her in bewilderment.

"You're so clumsy! Look closely! Hey, don't do it! Watch my movements!" Qin Feng focused all his attention on the little girl's actions, failing to notice the barely suppressed smile in her eyes.

After being called clumsy countless times by the little girl, Qin Feng finally noticed what seemed to be a hole in the air the little girl had drawn, but it was pitch black inside.

"That's called a space bag. It's the simplest form of space magic, used to store everyday items. It's a basic spell that every mage must learn. Don't you know it?"

"Oh dear, you don't even know such a simple spell? You're so clumsy!"

"You're supposed to be the first person on the continent with all-elemental magic talent, how come you don't even know a spell that even an archer like me knows? Sigh..."

Chapter Twenty-Two: After beating her up

, she finally found a weakness in Qin Feng. If the little girl wasted this opportunity, she wouldn't be called a "Little Witch"! So, sarcastic remarks poured out of the little girl's mouth one after another, making Qin Feng break out in a cold sweat and forget to retaliate. Seeing this, Qin Feng was stunned and even began to doubt whether he was truly a genius of all magic types.

The little girl, like a victorious general, gave Qin Feng an extremely arrogant look before shutting her mouth and secretly celebrating her first great victory since the "anti-Qin" campaign.

Our poor Qin Feng then remembered that the young lady who had cast the Rainstorm spell at the end in the intermediate area seemed to be the same elven "little witch" who had claimed to be just an archer and was now hiding on the sidelines, secretly laughing! Just as Qin Feng was rubbing his fists, preparing to retaliate, the Archmage Lang Kelido walked in. Qin Feng had no choice but to abandon his revenge, watching resentfully as the little girl happily gave him a victory sign, then mischievously rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

While Qin Feng was taking the little girl to class in the basic area, the entire palace was in an uproar. The news that the Third Prince, along with dozens of noble children, had been beaten like beggars in the Martial Arts Hall was enough to shake the entire palace, no, the entire capital!

Putting aside the Third Prince, just consider those noble children studying in the Martial Arts Hall—weren't they all descendants of powerful figures in the court? How could the descendants of ordinary people be qualified to study with a prince? As a result, cries and complaints echoed from the residences of the Minister of Finance, the Minister of Military Affairs, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, various generals, and censors…

And the Third Prince had been beaten, but what about his mother, Consort Yu? Led by her entourage, Consort Yu stormed into Qiuhua Pavilion, brutally beating all the palace maids and eunuchs, including Yama. She smashed and tore the porcelain and paintings in the pavilion to shreds. Only after it was all over did Consort Yu remember that although Qiuhua Pavilion nominally belonged to Qin Feng, it seemed that the porcelain and paintings were favored by the current king!

This was because the king had lived in Qiuhua Pavilion when he was still the crown prince. Filled with lingering fear, Consort Yu hurriedly ran towards the Right Prime Minister's residence…

to the secret chamber of the Right Prime Minister's residence.

"Brother, you must avenge your Ling'er!" a graceful and beautiful woman said to a middle-aged man seated at the head of the table. This middle-aged man was none other than Right Prime Minister Yu Tianyang, who had recently visited Qin Feng.

"Hey, I told you to keep an eye on Ling'er and make sure he doesn't provoke the Ninth Prince Qin Feng! You know, Qin Feng is the first person in the history of the continent to be gifted in all types of magic. If nothing unexpected happens, he will also be the third God of Magic in history! Do you know how important a God of Magic is to a country? Don't you know that if Ling'er has his help, ascending the throne will be a piece of cake? Don't you know that with his help, Great Qin becoming the fourth largest empire on the continent is just around the corner?" Yu Tianyang became more and more agitated as he spoke, and finally stood up and shouted at the beautiful woman!

"Do you know that because of your momentary indulgence, we'll lose the initiative in recruiting Qin Feng, and how passive our grand plan will become! And you, your son is being reckless, and you're following suit! How are you going to explain to the King how you've smashed Qiuhua Pavilion like this? Aren't you afraid of being beheaded?"

"I... I was just angry for a moment, we can just compensate him! But he went too far! Ling'er only said a few words to him, and he started hitting her..."

"Enough! What kind of time is this to still be helping your son's recklessness! If your son hadn't flirted with someone else's maid first, if your son hadn't insulted someone else's mother, if your son hadn't tried to bully someone, would he have been beaten like this? It's shameful! A fifteen-year-old adult can't even beat a ten-year-old child, and beaten so badly! This time, our Yu family has completely lost face!"

"Waaaaaah, but Ling'er is still your own son... your nephew! He's lying in bed, covered in bruises, waaaaaah, my poor son... Should I go beg the King?" The beautiful woman seemed to have thought of something and changed her mind.

"Don't you know that Qin Feng is much more precious to the King than Ling'er? One is a future God of Magic, the other is at most a Sword Saint. What good would be if you begged?"

"Then what should we do? Should we just let Ling'er's injuries go? No, my poor child, we absolutely can't let it go like this! I want that bastard to pay the price!" At this moment, the beautiful woman had clearly gone mad. Her face had lost its original elegance and nobility, replaced by a ferocious expression.

"Hmph! Alright, you go back first. I'll think of a way. Although Ling'er's actions were unwise, anyone who dares to touch my Yu family will have to pay the price!"

"Then I'm leaving. I still need to ask Archbishop Madsen to help treat Ling'er." The beautiful woman tidied herself up and walked out.

Watching the beautiful woman's figure disappear through the door, Yu Tianyang's face darkened.

"Looks like I need to remind the horse, otherwise it won't even remember who its master is, and who will be able to control it in the future? Hmph, the continent's number one all-elemental magic talent, the continent's third magic god? How great, how exciting! Unfortunately, before that, I can still easily kill you! Hmph, you'd better behave and be sensible, otherwise..." A chilling laugh interrupted the rest of his words...

In the secret chamber of the Left Prime Minister's residence.

Left Prime Minister Solitu sat at the head of the table, and seated below him was none other than the eldest prince, Qin Shou, who had been buying the little girl from Qin Feng in the Martial Arts Hall.

"Shou'er, tell me everything that happened today."

"Yes. This morning, when I passed through the intermediate area of the Martial Arts Hall..."

"Hmm, did Qin Feng really knock down the Third Prince without using any magic?"

"Yes, I didn't notice any magical fluctuations around me at all."

"Did you see how Qin Feng attacked?"

"No, it was too far away, I couldn't see clearly."

"Hmm, you did very well. Hmph, let's see how the Yu family reacts. If the Yu family deliberately makes things difficult for Qin Feng, we'll have to help him. Hehe, we're truly grateful to the Third Prince for giving us the opportunity to recruit the first all-elemental magic talent on the continent. It would be a real shame not to cherish it!"

"Grandpa, are all-elemental magic talents really that powerful?" the eldest prince asked, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes.

"I know what you want to say, Shou'er! A king must have a broad mind and be tolerant of others, so that others will serve you! Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Well, you can go back now. I have to go see the king in a while. The show is about to begin, haha!"

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Rage

of the Qin Royal Palace Study

"Shadow, you said you've never seen the technique the Ninth Prince used to knock out the Third Prince?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. The Ninth Prince's movements and fist techniques are unheard of, and incredibly complex. Even the Third Prince, a great swordsman, couldn't withstand two moves. I estimate the Ninth Prince's martial arts level is at least that of a swordsman."

"Oh? Then, what do you think would happen if you faced the Ninth Prince?"

"Well, in a direct sparring match, I'd probably need a hundred moves. But if it were a life-or-death struggle, I'm confident I could finish him in one move." "

What was the reaction of the Left and Right Prime Ministers?"

"The First Prince and the Imperial Concubine went to the Left and Right Prime Ministers' residences respectively, and..."

"And what?"

"And Imperial Concubine Yu even smashed up Qiuhua Pavilion."

"Smashed up Qiuhua Pavilion? How dare she! She's increasingly disregarding me. I'll banish her to the Cold Palace! Humph, she actually smashed up my Qiuhua Pavilion! I'll see how the Yu family compensates!"

"Your Majesty, please calm down!"

Suddenly, a sharp voice came from outside: "Right Prime Minister Yu Tianyang requests an audience!"

"Hmph, finally they're all here. Hmph, let's see what explanation the Yu family has! The Right Prime Minister is here, the Left Prime Minister will probably be here soon too. Let them come to the Hall of Diligent Governance for an audience!"...

Meanwhile, Qin Feng and the little maid finally managed to wait until Lang Kelido finished his class. Reaching the outside of Qiuhua Pavilion, the two sensed something was wrong and quickly ran towards the gate. Upon entering, they found the courtyard filled with withered flowers and plants, the further they went, the worse it became. Broken tables and chairs, shattered porcelain, torn paintings—not a single item in Qiuhua Pavilion was intact.

"Where's Yama?"

"I don't know, hurry and look for her."

"Yama...Yama..."

"Yama, where are you?"

...

"Fool, there!" the little maid pointed into the distance to Qin Feng. Following the direction the little maid pointed, Qin Feng saw a familiar figure lying on a tattered bed and rushed over.

Yama at this moment could only be described with one word: miserable! And extremely miserable! Qin Feng briefly examined Yama's injuries, and instantly his chest filled with rage! A shocking gash ran from her forehead to her chin, the wound still unhealed, exposing bits of tender flesh as if telling the story of the torture she had recently endured!

Four ribs were broken, and her wrists and ankles were flattened, seemingly without support, clearly indicating that the bones in her wrists and ankles had been brutally shattered! The marks of the beating remained on her skin—what kind of injury was this! Even a strong man would vomit at the sight.

Rage, rage, Qin Feng felt nothing but rage. He casually cast a basic healing spell on Yama. Now that Qin Feng could instantly cast level 1-2 magic of various elements, a mere basic healing spell was nothing to him. The basic healing spell could only heal Yama's external injuries; her internal injuries were far more severe.

Qin Feng used the Azure Sky Technique to slowly clear the stagnant blood in Yama's body along her meridians, reconnecting the damaged hand and foot meridians one by one, and stimulating the regenerative cells of her bones with his internal energy... When he finished, Qin Feng, covered in sweat, suddenly stood up, glaring at Qiu Hua Pavilion and roaring:

"Those who aren't dead, get out here, or I'll kill you without mercy!" His fierce and menacing appearance terrified the little girl. She hadn't realized he was so terrifying when he was angry. "Will he hold a grudge if I angered him like that before?" she thought. "Hmph, he wouldn't dare! Watch my 'finger-chopping technique' kill him!"

Finally, heads emerged from under the bed, from the thorns, and even from the latrine—a total of six palace maids and six eunuchs, all looking pale and emaciated. Seeing their pitiful state, Qin Feng, though seething with anger, couldn't vent it. He waved his hand and said, "Carry Yama to the bed and take good care of her. One of you stay and explain what happened to me!"

Four of the six eunuchs stepped forward and carefully lifted Yama into the room. The remaining palace maids and two eunuchs watched Qin Feng anxiously. Qin Feng waved to one of them and said, "No need to stand here, go take care of Yama." The two palace maids fled into the room as if granted a pardon, leaving Qin Feng feeling frustrated. Was he really that terrifying?

Actually, after witnessing Yama's suffering, Qin Feng's anger had extinguished his reason! The domineering aura of the pirate Qin Feng, who had once roamed the galaxy, suddenly erupted, even stunning the fearless little girl known as the "Little Witch."

"Tell me what happened," Qin Feng said, pointing to the more intelligent-looking eunuch on the left. Despite Qin Feng's body being only ten years old, his aura was surprisingly imposing!

"Yes. This morning we..." The young eunuch wiped the cold sweat from his brow and recounted the morning's events to Qin Feng in one breath. The more Qin Feng listened, the darker his expression became, eventually turning ashen.

The little girl, however, wasn't as patient as Qin Feng. She immediately started cursing, but all she could manage were repeated "big bad guy," "big turtle," and "evil woman," making Qin Feng roll his eyes. The elves were truly exceptionally pure!

The matter was actually quite simple. After the Third Prince was beaten, he was carried back to Consort Yu by the arriving guards. The noblemen who hadn't fainted embellished the story and told it to the doting Consort Yu. Enraged, Consort Yu immediately rushed to Qiuhua Pavilion with her guards and eunuchs. She was surprised to find Qin Feng and his companion still lingering in the martial arts hall after their attack, leaving her empty-handed.

In her fury, Consort Yu ordered the destruction of everything in Qiuhua Pavilion and ordered her guards to beat the eunuchs and maids. Yama, who had intervened to protect Qin Feng, was subjected to torture on Consort Yu's orders until she was in excruciating pain and fainted several times before they left.

"Hmm, what's your name?" "

Reporting to Your Highness, this servant is called Xiao Dengzi."

"Xiao Dengzi?"

"No, it's this Deng." The little eunuch gestured.

"Well, whether it's Xiao Dengzi or Xiao Dengzi, you'll stay by my side from now on. Go and arrange things for them, clean and tidy up Qiuhua Pavilion. I'm going to see if Consort Yu has really lost her mind, daring to smash the Qiuhua Pavilion that Father bestowed upon her!"

"But, Ninth Prince..." Xiao Dengzi's last words were swallowed back down by Qin Feng's glare.

"A smart servant shouldn't ask his master why, but should do as his master orders! Xiao Dengzi, I don't want you to do it again!"

"Yes, this servant understands."

Chapter Twenty-Four: Argument

in the Qin Palace, the Hall of Diligent Governance.

"Your Majesty, you must avenge Ling'er! Ling'er is so pitiful, covered in injuries, he's not even human anymore." Consort Yu knelt before the King, crying. "

My beloved consort, please get up." Seeing that Consort Yu showed no sign of getting up, the King of Qin raised his voice: "I told you to get up!"

Consort Yu was startled by the King of Qin's tone and quickly stood up, sobbing softly to the side.

Looking at his two ministers, the King of Qin saw that the Left Minister, Solitu, stood to his left with his eyes closed, seemingly indifferent. The Right Minister, Yu Tianyang, stood steadily to Solitu's right, his head bowed, his expression unreadable, lost in thought. "

Two foxes," the King cursed inwardly. This silence couldn't continue. He coughed a few times, trying to break the ice, but after coughing,

the Left Minister opened his eyes and said, "This old minister humbly begs Your Majesty to take care of your health and not overwork yourself."

"Yes, Your Majesty's safety is tied to the well-being of millions of Qin citizens; you must take care of yourself," the Right Minister echoed.

"My two ministers are too kind. My health has always been good; there's nothing seriously wrong."

"Then we are relieved," the Left and Right Ministers replied simultaneously.

A silence fell over the hall again, broken only by intermittent sobs, clearly contrived.

Looking at his two unyielding ministers, the King of Qin sighed helplessly. This matter seemed truly troublesome.

"My two ministers, you must be aware of what happened in the Martial Arts Hall today. What are your thoughts? Left Prime Minister, please speak." King Qin had no choice but to begin.

"This old minister believes this is Your Majesty's family matter, and we should not interfere."

"And the Right Prime Minister?"

"This minister disagrees. Your Majesty's fate is tied to the fate of the Qin Dynasty; Your Majesty's family matters are naturally matters of national importance." Yu Tianyang flattered him, simultaneously refuting the Left Prime Minister's statement.

"Hmm, both ministers are right."

"Your Majesty, the Ninth Prince requests an audience!" A eunuch approached from the outer room to report.

"Oh, summon him in."

"Yes."

"Your son, Qin Feng, greets Father." Qin Feng entered the Hall of Diligent Governance, glanced around, and then knelt.

"Feng'er, get up. What brings you here to see your father?"

"Your subject has come to apologize!"

"Oh. What crime has Feng'er committed?" "

Your subject and my third brother were fooling around in the Martial Arts Hall, breaking royal rules. Please punish me, Father!"

"Tell me the details."

"Yes, this morning, your subject and my maid went to the Martial Arts Hall for a lesson..." Qin Feng recounted the general events in detail. Before he could finish, a sharp female voice suddenly rang out: "You're talking nonsense! You were the one who started it! My Ling'er is still lying in bed..."

"Before Father could speak, the Imperial Concubine Yu asserted that I was boasting. Does the Imperial Concubine Yu even respect Father?" Qin Feng's casual remark startled the Imperial Concubine Yu, who broke out in a cold sweat. She turned to look at the King of Qin, only to see his face dark as he stared at her. Clearly, Qin Feng's words had given the King pause.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I was just anxious, so... I meant no disrespect to Your Majesty." Consort Yu knelt on the ground and explained to King Qin, finally casting a pleading look at the Right Chancellor.

"Your Majesty, I believe Consort Yu's rudeness stemmed from her love for her son. I thought Your Majesty, with your magnanimous heart, would not hold it against her." Yu Tianyang, as expected of a master of flattery, made it difficult for King Qin to get angry.

"Hmph, I won't hold it against you this time, but if it happens again, you will be punished severely!"

"Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty." Consort Yu stood up and stepped aside.

"Feng'er, you are only 10 years old. Why don't you go and apologize to your third brother for the fight?" King Qin couldn't think of a good solution for the moment, so he could only try to resolve the matter peacefully.

"Your Majesty, I believe that the laws of our Great Qin have always been strict and rigorous since the time of Emperor Taizong. Now, His Highness the Ninth Prince has shown no respect for his elders and has assaulted his elder brother. He should be severely punished, otherwise it will be difficult to convince the people!" This was a huge accusation placed on the King of Qin. To punish him would not be in line with his wishes; not to punish him would make it difficult to convince the people, leaving the King of Qin in a dilemma.

"Your Majesty, this old minister believes that His Highness is only ten years old. Even if he makes a mistake, it is understandable and he should be shown leniency." The Left Prime Minister stepped forward when the King of Qin was in a dilemma.

"Hmph, a ten-year-old might be able to knock out a fifteen-year-old intermediate swordsman, or beat dozens of noble children studying in the intermediate area of the Martial Arts Hall black and blue?"

"That's because they are useless. A group of fifteen or sixteen-year-olds were defeated by two children in their teens, and they still dare to complain. You're something else!"

"You..."

"Alright, stop arguing! Feng'er, what do you say?" The King of Qin finally passed the buck to Qin Feng.

"Your son believes that the law is ineffective if it is not strict. Your son does not want his father to be ridiculed by others and is willing to accept punishment!" Qin Feng raised his head and puffed out his chest, ignoring the surprised looks of the Left and Right Prime Ministers and Consort Yu, and looked directly at the King of Qin.

"Good, good, good! Ninth Prince truly lives up to his reputation as a role model for the people of Great Qin. Such self-discipline at such a young age! Good, good, good!" Right Chancellor Yu Tianyang confirmed Qin Feng's punishment before the King of Qin and the Left Chancellor could even speak.

"Hmph!" The King of Qin was displeased, but after all, it was Qin Feng who had chosen to be punished.

"Oh dear, Right Chancellor, why bother with a child? The Ninth Prince is young and naive, and doesn't understand the implications of punishment! Besides, His Highness has already admitted his mistake; why not give him a chance?" The Left Chancellor, seemingly determined to oppose the Right Chancellor, continued to plead for Qin Feng.

"It's good that he admits his mistake and corrects it, but His Highness must be taught a lesson."

"Since he has already admitted his mistake, why punish him further?"

...

The Left and Right Chancellors clashed in the court.

"Enough! Have you had enough? This is the Hall of Diligent Governance, not a marketplace! Look at your behavior! The two prime ministers of Qin are arguing like shrewish women!"

"Your subject is guilty!"

"Feng'er, do you still insist on being punished?"

"Yes, Father. Your subject is willing to be punished!"

"According to the laws of Qin, princes who fight are punished with 30 strokes of the cane. Your Highness should reconsider." The Left Prime Minister wanted to continue persuading Qin Feng to give up.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Left Prime Minister! However, princes are subject to the same laws as commoners!"

"Good, good! What a fine saying, princes are subject to the same laws as commoners! Feng'er, I grant your permission!"

"I heard that Your Highness also has a beautiful maidservant who participated in this fight. Insubordination is punishable by beheading. Your Highness will not bend the law for personal gain, will you?" The Right Prime Minister further inquired after seeing that the King of Qin had agreed to punish Qin Feng.

"Alright! But it seems that when I fought with my third brother, there were dozens of noble sons involved in the intermediate training area of the Martial Arts Hall. If beheading is the only option, then so behead them. After all, it's not bad that a lowly maid has dozens of noble young masters buried with her." Qin Feng said calmly to Yu Tianyang.

"This... cough cough..." The Right Prime Minister was speechless for a moment, using a cough to cover it up. Even if he had a thousand lives, he wouldn't dare to behead these noble sons. If he really did, they would surely rebel.

"Ignorance is no excuse, so let her off this time." The Right Prime

Minister had no choice but to concede. "Father, I have a request, and I hope you can grant it."

"Speak."

"I hope my third brother can witness the execution!"

"This..." King Qin couldn't figure out Qin Feng's meaning. He looked at the Left and Right Prime Ministers. The Right Prime Minister lowered his head and remained silent, while the Left Prime Minister pondered for a moment.

"Alright, alright, I'll go and call Ling'er right away." Who else but Consort Yu would be so eager? As the saying goes, "big breasts, no brains." Qin Feng first willingly accepted punishment, and then wanted his mortal enemy to witness the execution. This was only possible for a madman, but unfortunately, Qin Feng wasn't, at least not at the moment. The strangeness of the situation was something this kind of brainless woman couldn't see.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Punishment - The Execution Platform

Hall of the Great Qin Palace.

Qin Feng lay prone on the execution platform, his clothes removed, revealing his smooth back. An executioner

stood on either side of him. The King of Qin and his two prime ministers stood watching not far away. Consort Yu supported the sallow-faced third prince beside him. The third prince's scars had healed, but his spirits were extremely low.

"Begin the execution!" the right prime minister shouted.

"Crack..." "One" "Crack" "Two" "Crack" "Three"...

The sounds of flesh colliding with the execution rods echoed from the execution platform hall.

Qin Feng secretly activated the Azure Sky Technique to protect his internal organs, allowing the execution rods to strike his flesh. The sounds of the rods striking flesh echoed, tearing Qin Feng's skin and drawing blood, yet he remained silent.

The King of Qin and the Left Prime Minister both looked on with pity, while the Right Prime Minister remained expressionless. Consort Yu and the Third Prince, however, watched with glee as Qin Feng's young body trembled from the blows.

"Scream! It hurts! Don't hold it in, Ninth Prince!"

"Yes, yes, you're still young. Don't be a brat. No one will laugh at you."

Qin Feng ignored them, secretly chuckling to himself, "Hmph, you'll get what's coming to you soon enough."

Finally, the thirty strokes were finished. Qin Feng's back was a mess, but he didn't seem to care. In truth, Qin Feng wasn't seriously injured. He channeled his inner energy into his back, neutralizing the force of the blows. Aside from the superficial wounds, Qin Feng felt more like he was enjoying a massage! Pretending to struggle, Qin Feng descended from the execution platform and approached the King of Qin, saying, "Father, I have finished my punishment."

"Feng'er, go back and rest! Order the imperial kitchen to prepare more nourishing soup for the Ninth Prince."

"Thank you, Father. But I have something else to say."

"Speak, whatever your request, I will grant it!"

Looking at the Third Prince, who was watching him with a puzzled expression, Qin Feng smiled strangely and said, "My brother and I were both wrong in our conflict. Now that I have finished my punishment, shouldn't the Third Prince also act according to the laws of our Great Qin?"

These words immediately silenced the entire execution platform hall, including the King of Qin. They hadn't expected that Qin Feng's insistence on being punished was actually a ploy to drag the Third Prince into the mess.

Ruthless! So, his desire for the Third Prince to witness the execution wasn't just for a convenient opportunity to launch his attack, but also to increase the Third Prince's psychological pressure by showing him the process! Sure enough, the Third Prince was now trembling, his eyes filled with fear as he stared at the execution platform.

"Ling'er was bullied by you this morning, and you still want to bully him now?" Consort Yu shrieked.

"Your Majesty, it seems that this morning it was Third Brother who led dozens of boys to bully Feng'er. Have you ever seen a 10-year-old child bully a group of 15- or 16-year-old boys?"

Qin Feng's retort left Consort Yu speechless.

"I don't care, I just won't allow anyone to touch Ling'er!" Seeing that she couldn't win the argument with Qin Feng, Consort Yu resorted to bullying. Unfortunately, she had the wrong place to be. Where was she? In the Xingtai Palace, in front of the King of Qin!

"Oh, so even Father King can't do it?" Qin Feng glanced at the King of Qin meaningfully.

Sure enough—

"Insolence!" A furious shout startled Consort Yu. Although the King of Qin indulged in wine and women, the aura of someone who had long held a high position was still evident. At this moment, he was glaring angrily at Consort Yu. Qin Feng couldn't help but laugh inwardly. Today's scheme to sow discord had succeeded.

The greatest taboo for a king is disrespect. Today, Consort Yu repeatedly violated this taboo, and with Qin Feng's deliberate or unintentional provocation, she further enraged the King. It seems Consort Yu will have little chance of regaining favor in the future.

"Father," the King said, "as I just said, princes are subject to the same laws as commoners. Now that I have been punished, my third brother, as a role model for us princes, should also set a good example!"

"I second that!" the Left Prime Minister seized the opportunity to step forward.

"This..." The King of Qin hesitated, turning to look at the Right Chancellor.

"Your Majesty, the Third Prince's old wounds haven't healed yet. If he inflicts new ones, then I'm afraid..."

"My Qin clan can lose our heads and shed our blood, but we will never make any excuses to shirk our responsibilities! Could it be that the Third Prince's blood doesn't flow with the blood of my Qin clan?"

Upon hearing Qin Feng's words, only heavy breathing could be heard throughout the hall. Palace intrigues were never short of scandalous affairs, and Qin Feng's words caused the Right Chancellor and Consort Yu's expressions to become unnatural for a moment, but they quickly regained their composure.

No one noticed this instantaneous event except Qin Feng, who had caught a glimpse of Consort Yu's face when he glanced at the Third Prince. Could there be something hidden here? Qin Feng didn't pay it any mind and let it pass.

"Of course, I believe my Third Prince will not disappoint us, his younger brothers." Finally, Qin Feng broke the eerie atmosphere, allowing everyone to breathe a sigh of relief.

However, the Right Chancellor quickly realized Qin Feng's trap. If the Third Prince wasn't punished, it would mean he admitted he wasn't of Qin blood. But if he was punished, it would play right into Qin Feng's hands. "

What a brilliant scheme! It seems not only I, but everyone has underestimated this ten-year-old Ninth Prince," the Left Chancellor mused.

The King of Qin, clearly aware of this as well, felt a pang of pity for his pitiful Third Prince.

"Your Majesty, according to the traditions passed down in our Great Qin, the Third Prince has another option."

"You mean..."

"Exactly."

"But Ling'er and Feng'er are both my flesh and blood! How can I let them suffer together?"

"It's unavoidable. If it weren't for the Ninth Prince's relentless pressure, then..."

"How dare you say that! The Ninth Prince is merely a ten-year-old child, yet you're sending a fifteen-year-old intermediate swordsman to duel him! Your Yu family is truly shameless!" The Left Prime Minister's words made the Right Prime Minister blush, but he didn't refute, simply acquiescing. "I'm going to send a ten-year-old child to duel a fifteen-year-old intermediate swordsman, so what?"

Qin Feng coldly looked at the Right Prime Minister. Hmph, does he really think I'm easy to bully?

"Ling'er, what's your decision?"

"I, I..." The Third Prince clearly remembered Qin Feng's terrifying aura from that morning, but seeing the Xingtai in the distance, still faintly reeking of blood, he gritted his teeth and said, "I want to duel him!"

"And Feng'er?" The King of Qin, seeing the Third Prince's agreement, turned to Qin Feng and asked,

"Your subject accepts your Third Brother's challenge, although I am a little too young."

"Well then, in ten days at the Red Rock Duel Arena in the Royal City, the Third Prince and the Ninth Prince of Great Qin will duel."

"Yes." Everyone responded, none noticing the cold glint in the Right Prime Minister's eyes.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Cruelty

"Father, your subject has something else."

"Speak."

"Father, your subject has nowhere to live now," Qin Feng said sadly.

"Didn't I bestow upon you the Autumn Blossom Pavilion? Why do you say you have nowhere to live?" King Qin asked. In truth, he already knew, but...

"I heard from this servant that Consort Yu is very dissatisfied with Father and smashed the Autumn Blossom Pavilion that Father bestowed upon me. Now, I have nowhere to live! Father, you must do me a favor, 55555555555," Qin Feng said, glancing at Consort Yu with a pitiful expression. This look was remarkably similar to Consort Yu's earlier tearful complaints, only now their positions were reversed.

"Is that really so?" King Qin comforted Qin Feng before turning his gaze to Consort Yu.

"Your Majesty, I'm innocent! It wasn't me who ordered it; it was... those servants who acted on their own. I only wanted to seek an explanation from the Ninth Prince, but I didn't expect them to be so bold as to damage the Qiuhua Pavilion that Your Majesty bestowed upon the Ninth Prince. I will definitely teach those servants a lesson when I get back. I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness."

"Your Majesty, although the Qiuhua Pavilion was smashed by these dog servants, I am willing to compensate for all the losses. I hope Your Majesty can forgive Consort Yu's negligence!" The Right Chancellor stepped forward and said.

"Hmph, these dog servants are really bold! You must teach them a lesson when you get back!" Originally, the Prince of Qin was very angry about Consort Yu smashing the Qiuhua Pavilion, but now that his two sons were going to duel, he had no interest in smashing the Qiuhua Pavilion and just wanted to leave as soon as possible. In addition, Yu Tianyang promised to compensate for the losses, so this time he helped Consort Yu.

"Thank you for your understanding, Your Majesty. I will definitely discipline them properly when I get back." Consort Yu wisely bowed and thanked him.

"Hmph, discipline is necessary, but if those servants who smashed Qiuhua Pavilion aren't properly punished, they'll become increasingly arrogant. They might even smash up the Imperial Concubine's Blue Jade Palace tomorrow."

"You..."

"Yes, Feng'er is right. Those servants deserve a good punishment! Feng'er, what do you suggest?" The King of Qin probably felt guilty for not helping Qin Feng investigate the matter of Imperial Concubine Yu smashing Qiuhua Pavilion earlier, so this time he helped Qin Feng. "

Your subject wishes to personally punish these servants so they will remember the laws of Great Qin! I also request that Father, the Left and Right Chancellors, the Imperial Concubine, and my Third Brother supervise this."

"Granted!"...

The Execution Hall of the Great Qin Palace.

Looking at the guards and eunuchs bound hand and foot, Qin Feng sneered

inwardly. The King of Great Qin sat on the throne, with Imperial Concubine Yu, the Left and Right Chancellors, the Third Prince, and the First Prince seated on either side. The little girl had initially insisted on coming, but Qin Feng's coaxing, sweet talk, and other charms had her completely bewildered, and she eventually agreed to stay. When she came to her senses later, she found Qin Feng had vanished.

"Feng'er, you've invited us all here, so let's begin quickly," King Qin urged. The others had initially been reluctant to come, but Qin Feng's persistent pestering left them no choice. After all, he was only a 10-year-old child, and none of them wanted to get angry, so they reluctantly came to watch.

"Yes, Father. But please grant me a small request: no matter what, please do not stop me, and no one is allowed to leave before I finish."

"Alright, I promise you. Anyone who violates this will be severely punished!" King Qin was secretly wondering what kind of tricks a 10-year-old child could pull.

"Then everyone, please watch closely." Qin Feng smiled at everyone present, revealing a set of pearly white teeth that seemed like a gentle breeze. Unfortunately, if they knew what was about to happen, they would understand what a devil's smile truly meant.

Qin Feng walked to the first guard and gently patted his face. The guard, thinking a ten-year-old child was no big deal, looked at Qin Feng with contempt. *If you weren't in Qiuhua Pavilion, I would have beaten you up already,* the guard thought bitterly.

But the thought had barely left his lips when a sharp pain shot through his face, causing him to cry out. Qin Feng had produced a small knife, not large or sharp, but rather dull and rusty, with a trace of blood on it. Qin Feng smiled at the guard again, dipped the knife in a bowl of salt water beside him, and then slashed the guard's face again.

"Your Majesty, save me! Your Majesty! Ah..." The guards realized that Qin Feng was not just a child making a fuss as the Empress had said, so they began to beg Consort Yu for help. At this moment, Consort Yu sat in her seat, looking at the scene in front of her in disbelief.

Unfortunately, Qin Feng didn't give her time to react. He dipped the knife in, then made another cut, dipped it again, and made yet another… It was unclear how many cuts he made on the guard's face, but the guard's voice, which had been pleading with the Imperial Concubine for help, was now begging Qin Feng for mercy, his once loud voice now hoarse.

The expressions on everyone's faces had shifted from curiosity to horror. It was hard to imagine a mere 10-year-old child, grinning, carefully slicing someone's face with a rusty knife. Each cut left a trail of blood, each cut perfectly placed, neither too deep nor too shallow, striking the pain receptors beneath the skin, maximizing the pain without damaging the nerves!

Finally, the child in everyone's eyes lowered the knife, allowing everyone to breathe a sigh of relief. But just when everyone thought it was over, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly erupted from the guard's mouth, causing everyone's slightly relaxed nerves to tighten again.

Qin Feng's hand slowly moved down the guard's right shoulder joint. When Qin Feng's hand reached the elbow, the guard screamed again. The hand moved to the wrist… and finally to the palm. Qin Feng grasped the guard's hand with both hands, flashed a smile, and squeezed hard. A crisp "crack" was heard, and the guard fainted from the pain. Finally, Qin Feng released the guard's right hand. But was it still a hand? A limp, long strip of flesh hung limply, swaying weakly. Everyone gasped.

Another scream ripped through the crowd, still reeling from the horrific scene, back to reality. When they could see clearly, Qin Feng's hands were already gripping the guard's left hand, repeating the action from before, producing a second soft "crack." The guard, awakened by the cold water, was in so much pain his voice was hoarse from screaming. He looked at Qin Feng pleadingly, his mouth opening and closing as if trying to say something, but his voice was too hoarse to make a sound.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Behind the Torture.

Qin Feng moved again, this time with his right leg. Amidst the trembling of the crowd, a third "crack" rang out…

Finally, after that one "crack," no more sounds came.

It was finally over. The crowd thought, finally they could leave this hellish place. By the God of Light, I will never, ever come back to this hellish place again.

But just as everyone was about to leave, Qin Feng picked up the rusty knife, revealing a chilling smile, and slashed it across the guard's throat. A piercing "crunch" of bone against blade followed, revealing this scene:

a middle-aged man, covered in blood, slumped on a platform, his face covered in bloody gashes, fresh flesh turned inside out, blood streaming down his cheeks. But the throat was nowhere to be seen; where it should have been, a section of pale white trachea was exposed, the pink trachea trembling slightly, blood gushing from the cut. Further down, the man lay limp, like a pile of mud, without any support, like a head resting on a human-shaped lump of clay.

"Ugh..." A sound of dry heaving echoed through the hall, accompanied by a stench of urine mixed with feces.

"Let me out! I want to get out! I don't want to be here! I don't want to die! I don't want to! Your Majesty, save me!" Qin Feng heard Consort Yu's hysterical screams. Seeing Qin Feng turn to look at her, Consort Yu subconsciously moved away.

"Your Majesty, Father just promised me that no one could stop me, nor could I leave before it was over. If you want to disobey Father's decree, then..." Qin Feng didn't finish his sentence, but instead twirled the rusty knife in his hand, the bloodstains on it looking particularly gruesome, frightening Consort Yu into immediately falling silent, looking at the 10-year-old boy in front of her with fear.

Everyone's eyes followed Qin Feng to the next one, swinging the knife, dipping it in water, swinging the knife again, dipping it in water again, until the second guard's face was slashed to resemble the first guard's, then he put down the rusty knife and placed his hand on the second guard's right shoulder joint, "snap"... "snap"... until everyone's nerves were numb to the "snap" sound, a piercing "creak" announced the next one.

The third… the fourth… the crowd's nerves went from initial curiosity, shock, and fear to eventual numbness. Until the final creak echoed in the empty execution platform hall, Qin Feng stepped down, smiled slightly, and said to the King of Qin:

“Father, your son has completed the execution. Would you like to check?”

“Oh, is it over? Then disperse.” The King of Qin stood up woodenly, turned, and walked out of the hall. His body, still trembling unconsciously, showed he was clearly terrified.

Seeing the King of Qin leave, the crowd also dispersed. The Left Prime Minister, who had tried to smile at Qin Feng, had a smile that looked more like a grimace because his facial muscles were numb.

“Third Brother!” Qin Feng shouted loudly at the back of the Third Prince, who was trying to leave the execution platform quickly. Seeing that the Third Prince had stopped but didn't turn around, Qin Feng didn't mind and continued: “Ten days later, at the Red Rock Duel Arena in the Royal City, see you there!”

“Ugh…” The Third Prince could no longer hold back, feeling a sour, metallic taste rise to his throat.

Xingtai Field finally returned to silence. Under the setting sun, the fourteen still slightly warm, mangled humanoid corpses twitched occasionally, as if telling the story of what had just happened…

Ninglu Pavilion in the Great Qin Palace, Qin Feng's temporary residence.

“Ugh…” Qin Feng leaned weakly against the wall, desperately vomiting into a basin. He had been vomiting for a long time, even bringing up bile. He hadn't eaten dinner yet. Recalling everything that had happened in Xingtai Field, recalling how he had used a rusty knife to slit the throats of guards and eunuchs one after another, the stark white throat bones, pink tracheas, dark red esophagus, thick blood…

Qin Feng felt another wave of nausea. Qin Feng had killed people before. The memories inherited from the pirate Qin Feng told him that he had killed quite a few people, but those were all done with firearms, a quick blast with an ion cannon was enough. Never before had he had torn people apart alive like this!

Qin Feng wasn't a bloodthirsty or cold-blooded person. However, having merged with two sets of memories (or perhaps more accurately, two souls), he understood that to prevent others from bullying you, you must instill fear in them.

Today, Qin Feng, enduring his nausea, brutally murdered these guards and eunuchs, one cut at a time, to show those who thought they were easy to bully that the Ninth Prince was a ruthless killer, and they should never provoke him! When he saw Yama lying on the broken plank that morning, her scars felt like cuts to his own heart.

Qin Feng inherited the original Ninth Prince's memories, so he knew some of Yama's past: Yama and the original Ninth Prince's mother were two palace maids who entered the palace at the same time and had a deep bond. Later, the Ninth Prince's mother became pregnant with the prince's child after a drunken outburst by the King of Qin. Unfortunately, due to her lowly status and the King of Qin's many children, he didn't take this unexpected child seriously, not even bothering to look at him.

Since the birth of the Ninth Prince, Yama had always cared for him and his mother. Later, when the Ninth Prince was four years old, his mother passed away due to illnesses sustained during his childbirth. It was thanks to Yama that this prince, with his tragic past, was raised. In the original Ninth Prince's memories, his impression of his mother was very vague, while his impression of Yama was very clear.

The current Qin Feng has a part of his soul from the original Ninth Prince, so his personality and other aspects have been influenced to some extent. He has a genuine concern for Yama; perhaps it could be said that Qin Feng sees Yama as his mother! That's why Qin Feng went berserk, and why he used such extremely bloody and cruel methods to warn others in the afternoon.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Getting Some Equipment

In the still room of Ninglu Pavilion,

Qin Feng slowly sank his inner strength into his dantian, opened his eyes, and a flash of light passed by.

"This seclusion was quite effective. The Azure Sky Force broke through to the second level, the Sun-Shooting Roar Technique was consolidated at the third level, and my mental strength has also improved significantly. Now, I can cast level 2 magic instantly without as much difficulty as before."

The most gratifying thing was that he had broken the first seal on the God-Slaying Bow. Although he hadn't completely absorbed the divine power of the seal, he had still advanced to the second level of the Azure Sky Technique. This gave him a much better chance against the Third Prince! Qin Feng exclaimed happily after checking his body.

Opening the door, he saw the little girl's face, which was both happy and angry. However, she seemed much thinner than before his seclusion. Her once beautiful eyes were now a little puffy, and her cute little mouth was pouting.

"Who made my little girl angry?"

"Hmph, you idiot, why did it take you so long to come out? Don't you know how worried I was? 555555 I couldn't eat or sleep well, how are you going to make it up to me!" The little girl pitifully wiped away her tears, making Qin Feng feel as if he had committed a heinous crime.

"It's all my fault. How about you hit me? You hit me once for every mistake I make, okay?" Qin Feng coaxed.

"Really?"

"Of course, come on!" "If I even frowned, I wouldn't be a Qin!" Qin Feng rolled up his sleeves and stretched his arm out in front of the little girl.

"I called you for so long, and you made me not eat properly!" The little girl finished speaking and grabbed Qin Feng's arm, pinching it hard.

"I called you for so long, and you made me not sleep properly!" (Pinching again)

"I called you for so long, and you made me not play properly!" (Pinching again)

...

"I called you to make the sun come out, and you made me feel bad!" (Pinching again)

"I called you to stop the rain from falling, and you made me feel bad!" "Pinch me."

Qin Feng thought the first few reasons made sense, but then, especially the last two, what did "making the sun come out makes me feel bad" mean? What did "not letting the rain come down makes me feel bad" mean? Good heavens, am I a god, able to control the rising and setting of the sun, able to decide when the rain stops?

What is this all about? Qin Feng rubbed his red arm, wanting to retaliate, but then he saw the little girl looking pitiful, her swollen eyes blinking, her little mouth pouting, as if telling Qin Feng, "If you dare touch me, I'll cry!" This made Qin Feng unable to bring himself to hit her, leaving him feeling quite annoyed. "What kind of world is this? The one who's been bullied is now threatening? But I like it!" Qin Feng thought to himself.

Then, the little girl brought up all the crimes Qin Feng had committed in the past and demanded compensation. She counted on her fingers for a long time, concluding that Qin Feng owed her something he could never repay in his lifetime, completely bewildering him.

Finally, when Qin Feng raised his hands in surrender, the little girl naturally made a small request as collateral for all his debts. By the God of Light, it really was just a small request—just an egg.

Only this egg was called the Purple Thunder Phantom Eagle. It's just that the Purple Thunder Phantom Eagle is a top-tier magical beast, and once a magical beast has a contract, the contract remains valid unless the master dies.

Finally, Qin Feng, nearly delirious from being persuaded, generously took out the Purple Thunder Phantom Eagle egg given to him by the Phoenix family head and placed it in the little girl's hand, saying that he wouldn't feel at ease if she didn't accept it. Our little girl reluctantly accepted the pet egg…

Walking on the streets of the royal city, although Qin Feng had specially accompanied the little girl to stroll around before his seclusion, the city's prosperity still overwhelmed her. She looked here and there, and whenever she saw something she liked, she insisted that Qin Feng buy it for her. "Well, what can I do? Qin Feng's rich now. He buys two at a time, plays with one, and loses the other."

Qin Feng led the little girl into a rather unassuming shop. It really was very unassuming, with only a tattered sign at the entrance crookedly bearing the three words "Equipment Shop."

Inside, the shop wasn't large, only about 30 square meters, but the walls were covered with various weapons and armor. The cold glint of the weapons' blades and the imposing presence of the armor seemed to tell customers about their quality.

The owner wasn't there, but a series of clanging and banging sounds came from the back room, clearly indicating that the owner was at work.

"Master Hawkes! Is my magic wand finished?" Qin Feng asked the owner, who was sweating profusely as he vigorously hammered a rough piece on the forging table.

"Oh, it's you, little friend." Master Hawkes descended from the stove. Standing about 1.2 meters tall, his reddish-brown beard and thick eyebrows almost completely obscured his face. He wore only a t-shirt, revealing his arms, where rock-like muscles gleamed with a metallic sheen.

Indeed, only one race on the Starry Continent possessed such a large beard and muscular build—the Dwarves! The Dwarves were a race born for forging; their short stature allowed them to navigate narrow mines, their strong muscles ensured they could forge day and night, and their thick, long body hair maximized the retention of heat and moisture.

He casually picked up a bottle of wine from a basin of cold water beside the forging table, took a large gulp, smacked his lips, exhaled, and said to Qin Feng and the other, "Follow me."

Passing through the inner forging room, they arrived at the Dwarf Master's resting room, where various clothes were scattered haphazardly, creating a chaotic scene.

"Sorry, hehe." Seeing Qin Feng and his companion staring in astonishment at what was happening before them, the dwarf master scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

"Haha, Grandpa Hawkes is such a lazybones! Hehe, Mother Queen told me dwarves are all hardworking." Who else but the mischievous little girl could say such a thing?

"Oh, well… Princess, Her Majesty the Elf Queen is right, we dwarves are a very hardworking race, I just… um…"

"Hehe… Ah, you idiot, why did you hit me!" The little girl wanted to say more, but Qin Feng gently tapped her cute little head.

"Master, let's look at my magic wand first," Qin Feng said.

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