Ancient Martial Saint Emperor of Another World [Complete] - 5

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Chapter Fifty-Three: The soldiers

present didn't know who the "Drunken Tiger" was, but that phrase had seeped into their very bones. Time and again, they had faced dire straits,

escaped death time and again. The naivety on their faces had been washed away by the flames of war, replaced by a desolate and indifferent acceptance of life. They didn't know when they would die, or if their lives would end there. They had escaped once, but what about next time, and the time after that? Their comrades, who had fought alongside them, lay dead beside them, their blood staining the battlefield beneath them. They might be next, perhaps this blood-stained battlefield was their final resting place. "

Leaving home young, returning old, the accent unchanged, the hair gray." Their aging parents far away, their wives waiting by the window, their toddlers learning to speak—to be able to return alive was already a blessing from heaven. Perhaps when they did return alive, even their own son wouldn't recognize them.

The soldiers below the stage, with families to care for, were overcome with longing for their homes and hometowns. Unbeknownst to them, this was part of Qin Feng's strategy. He didn't want soldiers with family ties; he wanted an army that would fight to the death without hesitation for his orders.

Of course, it wasn't that those with families wouldn't obey, but their attachment to home would cause them to hesitate when faced with certain commands. Opportunities were fleeting, and failing to seize them could mean total annihilation.

Qin Feng couldn't afford that price; he only wanted to live. Therefore, those soldiers with troubled expressions were removed from the list of those going to the orcs.

Qin Feng learned this tactic from the *Cao Cao's Military Records*. Everyone knows Cao Cao's most famous cavalry unit, the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, known for their exceptional bravery and dominance throughout the Three Kingdoms period. However, few realize just how formidable these Tiger and Leopard Cavalry were.

This was certainly related to their treatment and rewards, but more importantly, Cao Cao secretly sent men to kill their relatives and friends after they were incorporated into the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, thus eliminating any possibility of retribution. Therefore, in every battle, they charged into the fray, and no cavalryman dared to confront them head-on.

Of course, Qin Feng wouldn't do that, and he wasn't capable of doing so now.

The soldiers, lost in homesickness, were suddenly awakened by a hoarse voice.

"Your Highness, I, Xu Er, am an orphan, raised on the charity of many families, with no relatives. I don't know how to express my gratitude, but you are the first lord to call us mere soldiers 'brothers,' and you are the Ninth Prince of our Great Qin!"

Xu Er turned to the soldiers and said, "Brothers, we can be sworn brothers with the Ninth Prince of our Great Qin, that's enough. At least when I die, I can proudly tell my departed parents that I haven't disgraced the Xu family in my life!"

"Hearing what Xu Er said, yes, that's enough!"

"That's right, I, Wang Mazi, was actually called a brother by His Highness the Ninth Prince, hahaha..."

"Waaaaah..."

"Hey, brother, why are you crying? Back then, that orc's spear pierced your stomach, your intestines spilled out, and you didn't shed a single tear. I admired you as a real man. Why are you crying now?"

"I...I'm just moved! Look at how we risked our lives for our Great Qin, but look at those bastards in the Ministry of War! What do they take us for?! His Highness the Ninth Prince is different! He's a prince of Great Qin, and he's calling us lowly people brothers! I'm so moved..."

"Yeah, I'm moved too, but does being moved mean you have to cry? Fine, I'll cry too. Waaah...Mother, you died so tragically... Waaah...Father, why did you leave me all alone?"

"Hey, hey, brother, what are you doing?"

"Waaah...I see you crying, so I'm crying too? What's wrong with that?"

"But...is this how you cry?"

"Ah, this is how I cried when my parents died! Is it wrong to cry this time?"

The people around burst into laughter.

"Alright, brothers, you're all my good brothers, but this trip to the orcs is for negotiations, not war. So, I plan to take only three thousand brothers!" Qin Feng said three thousand because he had just used his mental power to cover the entire training ground and counted the number of people who had passed the test; it was roughly three thousand.

"Ah~~" A collective gasp came from below the stage. Even Lei Men behind him was shocked.

The combat strength of orcs compared to humans was roughly 1 to 5. That meant you needed at least three human soldiers to kill one orc soldier. Of course, these soldiers referred to as having average combat strength.

But Qin Feng was only taking 3,000 soldiers to negotiate with the orcs! Good heavens, wasn't that suicide? Even if these 3,000 were elite soldiers, capable of fighting orc soldiers one-to-one, it was still only 3,000! The orcs had an army of 500,000!

Seeing the crowd staring at him like he was a monster, Qin Feng retorted, "Do you really think it's safe for me to take you all with me?"

A silence fell over the crowd. Indeed, compared to 500,000 orc troops, 15,000 and 3,000 human troops were practically insignificant—not even enough to fill their teeth.

Seeing the silence, Qin Feng continued, "So, those brothers who come with me this time must be prepared to die! Please think carefully, don't make a decision you'll regret."

"The soldiers I, Lei Men, lead are not afraid of death, don't you agree!" Lei Men, standing behind Qin Feng, felt insulted and stepped forward, shouting at the soldiers below.

"Yes, Your Highness!" the crowd answered in unison.

"Your Highness, please choose freely!" Lei Men turned to Qin Feng, a smug glint in his eyes. Indeed, having a group of soldiers willing to die for you is every general's pride!

"Alright! If I refuse again, it would seem pretentious!" Seeing that the time was ripe and the soldiers were sufficiently provoked, Qin Feng stepped forward and said, "Brothers on the right, go back and rest first."

Although Qin Feng felt a pang of pity seeing the disappointment in their eyes, the battlefield was cruel. If he rashly led them because of his reluctance, he might lose not only their own lives but also the lives of the soldiers who went with him. He hardened his heart and didn't look at them. After the people on the right had all left the training ground, Qin Feng continued,

"All those aged forty-five and above, and under twenty, step forward!"

About four thousand of the remaining fifteen thousand soldiers on the left stepped forward. Although their faces showed disappointment, they still obeyed. Qin Feng secretly praised Lei Men for leading such good soldiers.

Chapter Fifty-Four: Three Thousand Elite Soldiers

"All those with parents, wives, children, and elderly parents, step forward!"

About seven thousand of the remaining eleven thousand stepped forward. Like those who had stepped forward before, despite their disappointment, they still obeyed Qin Feng's orders.

Looking at the four thousand men before him, Qin Feng frowned. His earlier statement about bringing 3,000 men wasn't simply because these men had no relatives and could face death calmly; rather, 3,000 men were just enough to deploy a cavalry formation from the *Cao Cao's Military Records*—the Qinghe Charge. But now there were over 1,000 extra men. What to do?

After a moment's thought, Qin Feng said to the remaining four thousand men, "Now we'll begin the standing contest. From this moment on, the first 1,000 to fall will be eliminated." Qin Feng wasn't speaking casually, because standing contests require not only physical strength but also unwavering willpower. This way, those remaining after elimination would be the elite of these four thousand men.

The Great Qin Royal City's Western Camp Training Ground.

Over four thousand slender men stood ramrod straight, large beads of sweat dripping down their cheeks, their lips pale from dehydration, yet they persevered, each face etched with unwavering resolve.

Qin Feng stood on the reviewing stand, expressionless, watching the 4,000 men below. He had stood with them since the beginning, for a full three hours. Lei Men stood beside Qin Feng, watching the soldiers below with a relaxed expression, brimming with pride.

To endure for so long without enough to eat or wear, these soldiers were undoubtedly elite troops.

Finally, the first man collapsed—not from giving up, but from unconsciousness. Having been in a state of semi-fullness for so long, they were physically weak; to have endured this long was already quite remarkable.

Then the domino effect began. As the first man fell, one after another collapsed. Soldiers Qin Feng had arranged to provide first aid immediately rushed forward, helping the fallen soldiers to their feet and carrying them to the side to rest.

Finally, with Qin Feng's cry of "It's over," the remaining 3,000 men collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, their faces beaming with victorious smiles.

"Brothers, you did a great job! Although for a long time, due to certain people in the Ministry of War, you haven't had enough to eat or wear, you haven't given up. You've upheld the dignity of a Qin soldier with your actions! Qin is proud of you!" Qin Feng proclaimed from the reviewing stand.

"I just handed over 1.72 million amethyst coins to General Lei. Everyone, follow General Lei to the street to buy meat and wine! Don't be stingy, after you've eaten and drunk your fill, go to a brothel and find a woman to relieve your pent-up desires. But everyone better be moderate, don't let me become a spineless coward tomorrow, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Wow, 1.72 million…"

"And it's amethyst coins…"

"How much money is that exactly?"

"How should I know? The most I ever had was two copper coins in my pocket…"

"Haha, I can finally eat meat and drink wine! I haven't had meat for over half a year, my mouth is practically parched…"

"Now we're rich! We'll buy two bottles of wine, drink one, and pour the other out, that'll be so satisfying…"

"Yeah, yeah, we're rich now! That girl I saw at the Flower Warm Pavilion last time, so fresh and beautiful, her skin was smoother than silk, tsk tsk…"

"Hey, Guo Laoqi, how dare you bring that up? That girl was just a tea-serving maid, and you 'got off' without even touching her hand..."

"I'll f*** your Zhao the Cripple! You're already lame, and you're still so shameless! Why didn't the orcs in Bildan kill you last time..."

...

"Enough! Look at yourselves! It's just that His Highness the Ninth Prince gave us 1.72 million amethyst coins, what's with all this excitement?!" Although Lei Men had tried to control his excitement, his slightly trembling hands revealed that he was incredibly agitated.

Qin Feng secretly gloated, thinking, "Little brat, still pretending to be calm in front of me? I'll bury you in money!"

Looking up at the sun, which was almost below the horizon yet still radiating golden light, and then at the cheering soldiers in the training ground, Qin Feng felt a sudden sense of relief. Three days. In three days, he would have to set off for the orcs. Although he logically analyzed that this negotiation would succeed, things were unpredictable. Who knew what would happen? ... In

the secret chamber of the Right Prime Minister in the Great Qin Royal City.

"Uncle, you've always doted on me since I was little. You must help me this time!" Qin Ling, the third prince of Great Qin, said to the Right Prime Minister, who was sitting on a stool.

"Ling'er, what's wrong? What's making you so anxious?" Right Prime Minister Yu Tianyang asked.

"Uncle, can you help me kill that brat Qin Feng?" the third prince said.

"Oh? What's wrong? You hate him so much? He's your brother!" A glint flashed in the Right Prime Minister's eyes as he asked, pretending to be indifferent.

"He's not my brother! He's just a bastard born to a lowly palace maid. How could he possibly be worthy of being my brother, a pure-blooded member of the Great Qin? My mother is your own sister, the sister of the Right Chancellor of Great Qin! What makes him think he can compare to me?!" the Third Prince roared.

"Well, can you tell me why? After all, you need a reason to kill someone."

"A reason? Do I need a reason to kill him? I thought I was the best of this generation, becoming a great swordsman at 15, but he defeated me in the dueling arena when he was 10, making me lose face! I was already a lower-ranking swordsman at 20, but he killed a great swordsman, a grand mage, and a dragon knight at 15! My father loved me the most, but because of this damned bastard, he actually made him a first-class divine warrior duke!" The third prince, his eyes red, roared hysterically:

"Why? Why? Why does he have to oppose me? Why is he better than me in everything? Why! Uncle, tell me, why!"

Two crisp slaps interrupted the third prince's roar.

The Third Prince, his face red from the slap, stared in horror at the Right Prime Minister, Yu Tianyang. In his heart, Yu Tianyang loved and doted on him the most. When they were children, Yu Tianyang would always grant his requests, always smiling at him. But today, he had actually slapped him!

The Third Prince was stunned, standing there dumbfounded, covering his face and staring blankly at Yu Tianyang.

Chapter Fifty-Five: Undercurrents.

"Do you know that in your current state, not even Qin Feng, let alone the First Prince Qin Shou, can compete with you! What's the use of being stronger than you? No matter how strong he is, he's still just a person, understand?"

The Third Prince nodded blankly, still staring blankly at the Right Prime Minister, clearly still unable to process what had just happened.

“Ling’er, you must know that your uncle would never harm you, and will always support you! Leave this matter to me, I will take care of him for you.” Yu Tianyang paused and said, “Go back quickly, don’t arouse suspicion. Go, proceed according to plan.”

“Yes, Uncle, you must help me kill Qin Feng, you must!” The Third Prince finally came to his senses, but before leaving, he still urged that Qin Feng must be killed.

Watching the Third Prince leave the secret room, Yu Tianyang said softly, “Ling’er, Ling’er, you always call me Uncle, but do you know, I really want you to call me Father! Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone affect your position!”

Then, his originally gentle and refined face twisted extremely, and he gritted his teeth and said, “Qin Feng, you damned thing, you made my son suffer so much, I must kill you!”…

In a private room of Xiaoyaoju, the largest restaurant in the Great Qin Royal City.

A person shrouded in a black cloak and a man in purple robes, about twenty years old, sat facing each other.

“Is everything ready?” the man in purple robes asked.

"Everything is ready. This time, the young lady has led five thousand Phoenix Beak soldiers, who are fully prepared and will arrive in five days. They will be stationed in the dense forest on the western outskirts of the capital. As soon as there is the slightest movement, they can take control of the capital in the shortest possible time! Don't worry, just wait to become the prince of my Great Qin!" A hoarse voice came from inside the cloak.

"Ha, good! Come, bottoms up!"

"Cheers!"...

Late at night, in the Qin King's palace.

At this moment, sounds of men's rough breathing and women's soft moans could be heard.

When the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed, everything returned to silence.

Under the moonlight, a voluptuous beauty lay naked, draped in a thin blanket, her perfect curves outlined to the fullest.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty? Are you asleep? Please keep me company a little longer," the voluptuous beauty called out several times. Seeing no response, she got out of bed naked, letting herself bathe in the bright moonlight.

Stroking her smooth, milky skin, she murmured, "Ah, in the blink of an eye, I'm already in my thirties. Ling'er has grown up, and I've grown old. Every morning, the first thing I do is check for gray hairs. If I find one or two, I immediately pluck them out, as if trying to hold back time, but I can't stop its passage."

Thinking of her son, a proud smile rose on her face. Ling'er had been incredibly intelligent since childhood, filial, and handsome—he must have captivated countless girls. It's a pity he's not the crown prince yet. Ah, so tiring," the beauty sighed softly.

Turning to look at the sleeping man on the bed, she thought, "Soon, soon. According to the plan, this period will end in half a month. My mission will be completed, and perhaps then I can relax a little."

She wondered if the medicine would work, but it seemed quite effective to her. Ever since "he" had given the King of Qin this medicine before they did this five years ago, the King had become increasingly infatuated with her, while his health had deteriorated. "Just hold on for another half month," the beautiful woman comforted herself.

The clouds in the night sky obscured the bright moon, and the earth returned to darkness. Occasionally, a few owls let out mournful cries in the vast night, adding an eerie touch to the darkness…

Qin Feng walked towards the Ministry of War, followed by Lei Men, clad in golden armor and carrying a greatsword. Lei Men had acquired this equipment from the dwarf master that morning.

Lei Men also carried a strange weapon on his shoulder. Strange only compared to the people of the Starry Continent; for those familiar with Chinese history, the weapon was very familiar: the halberd.

The halberd, two zhang long, resembles a spear. Two crescent-shaped blades flank the tip, allowing for both thrusting and slashing. Intricate symbols are engraved on the shaft. A skilled mage or alchemist would marvel at the pinnacle of magical inlay: a wind-based acceleration array and a dark-based blood-devouring array.

The acceleration array significantly increases the halberd's attack speed, while the blood-devouring array... well, even a slight scratch will inflict a series of negative spells, such as weakness, slowing, and desensitization. The consequences of being cut by the halberd are easy to imagine.

This halberd cost only a little over 500,000 amethyst coins, its golden surface seemingly cast from gold. It was crafted a year ago by Qin Feng and the dwarf master Hawkes.

Speaking of halberds, one cannot ignore halberd techniques. Mastering halberd techniques is easy, but becoming proficient is extremely difficult. The era in Chinese history when halberds were most prevalent coincided with the golden age of Chinese military power—the Three Kingdoms period. The invincible Lü Bu, the Marquis of Wen, and Zhang Liao, who commanded respect at Xiaoyao Ford, were

just a few examples. Since the Three Kingdoms period, few generals have rivaled those of that era. The halberd gradually faded from the historical stage, replaced by swords and spears as history progressed. Halberd techniques were too difficult to master; poorly executed halberds were less effective than sword strikes or spear thrusts.

Finally, Qin Feng and his companion stopped before the Ministry of War. The four large golden characters "Great Qin Ministry of War" gleamed in the sunlight, while two guards hung their heads listlessly.

Without announcing their arrival, Qin Feng led Lei Men inside. The two guards at the gate immediately perked up and shouted at Qin Feng,

"Stop! What are you doing? You two brats, are you blind? Don't you know where you are? Just barging in like that!"

"That's right, you two get out of here right now, or don't blame us for being rude!"

These two guards from the Ministry of War were used to being arrogant. Plus, they weren't there when Qin Feng came to collect the troop deployment token yesterday, so they didn't recognize him. Otherwise, given Qin Feng's striking features—his blond hair and white robes—anyone who had seen him once would never forget him.

Of course, these two didn't really have any other intentions; they just wanted some benefits. Seeing that Qin Feng and his companion were well-dressed but had no entourage, they categorized them as wealthy but powerless merchants.

Chapter 56: A Scene at the Ministry of War

These two guards, who were smugly preparing to see how Qin Feng and his companion would curry favor with them, didn't receive their usual jingling money bags, but instead received two crisp slaps across the face.

"You..." Pointing at Qin Feng and his companion, the two guards covered their faces, speechless.

"Are you two blind? You don't even recognize the Ninth Prince of my Great Qin! Get out of here!" A shrill voice came from inside the door, followed by a man of medium build, with shifty eyes, around thirty years old, walking out. Qin Feng felt the Thunder Gate behind him suddenly convulse, gathering all his battle qi. He snorted coldly, waking the berserk Thunder Gate.

"Oh dear, Your Highness's esteemed presence is an honor to have you here. I, Labit, am truly delighted. These guards have never seen Your Highness before, so they mistook you and this general for intruders, hence their rudeness. I will certainly discipline them more in the future, and I hope Your Highness will be forgiving."

Labit, as expected of someone who could turn the dignified vice-captain of the Golden Lion Knights into a mercenary, completely absolved Qin Feng of the guards' earlier rudeness with a few words. If Qin Feng were to hold a grudge, it would seem petty of him. At the same time, he subtly implied Qin Feng and the others' lack of manners by using the phrase "intruders."

"Your Highness and this general, please." Labit gestured

for them to enter. Qin Feng and Lei Men followed him inside.

After they were seated, Labit feigned ignorance and asked, "May I ask what brings Your Highness here today?"

What a cunning fox, knowing full well why he was there but pretending not to.

"I've come here on my father's orders to negotiate with the orcs. My father has granted me 10,000 elite cavalry, instructing me to request them from the Ministry of War."

"Indeed, that's why I entrusted Your Highness with the most elite troops from the Western Camp of my Imperial Guard. You may not know, but the man standing behind you is the renowned 'Raging Lion' Lei Men. He was once the vice-commander of the elite Golden Lion Knights of my Great Qin! The troops he leads are absolutely capable of fulfilling Your Highness's mission." After speaking, Labit glanced at Lei Men behind Qin Feng with a mocking look.

"I am very satisfied with the troops General Leimen has led!" Qin Feng's words startled Labit, who had been mocking Leimen, but he quickly recovered: "Then I must congratulate Your Highness. I wish Your Highness a swift victory."

Qin Feng had observed Labit's entire performance. Putting aside his status and current allegiance, Labit was indeed a talented individual. It was a pity that he was on the opposite side of Qin Feng's forces. So...

"I also believe that with General Leimen and his soldiers protecting us, the mission entrusted to us by my father will definitely be accomplished. However... the weapons and armor of the Western Camp are quite worn out. You can't expect me to lead these people in tattered armor to the orcs, can you? Otherwise, my death during negotiations would be a minor matter; you, the person in charge of the Ministry of War's supplies, would lose your head."

"Your Highness is too kind. How can my life compare to Your Highness's?" Wiping the fine sweat from his brow, Labit remembered his master's instructions from yesterday and forced a smile, saying, "But the Ministry of War's inventory of weapons and armor has already been distributed!"

"Oh, is that so?" Qin Feng smiled at Labit and said, "Then please take us to the Ministry of War. That way, even if they don't have any, I won't have anything to say. Otherwise, some people might think that you, Lord Labit, are deliberately making things difficult for the Western Camp. If this delays the task assigned by my father, it won't just be you who loses your head, but also your wife, children, and elderly parents, hehe..."

"Ah, Your Highness, I remember now, there are still some weapons and armor in the warehouse, but they're a bit worn out. If Your Highness doesn't mind, I can..."

"Then I'll trouble you to lead the way, sir."

Qin Feng and his companion followed Labit through several small paths, finally arriving at their destination—the Ministry of War's warehouse area.

Labit took out a key and opened the door of the dilapidated warehouse at the far end. Immediately, a musty smell wafted out. As if prepared, Labit ran to the side and covered his nose as he opened the warehouse door.

Qin Feng, who had been watching Labit's movements closely, circulated his Azure Sky Force and Chaotic Demon Body Technique throughout his body. The musty smell seemed to stop just three feet away from Qin Feng, as if it had encountered an obstacle.

After the musty smell dissipated, Qin Feng took a closer look, and his face darkened. Was this still armor? Was this still a weapon? A spear broken in two, a sword with chipped blades, a pierced shield, and rusty armor—it was even more dilapidated than the armor he had seen at the Western Camp.

In fact, Qin Feng had already scanned the surrounding warehouses with his divine sense. They were filled with top-quality armor, especially one warehouse containing about 3,000 sets of full-body heavy armor. Based on the forging techniques Qin Feng had learned from exchanging ideas with the dwarf Hawkes over the past five years, these heavy armors were the cream of the crop, only slightly inferior to the armor personally crafted by Hawkes for Lei Men. They weren't something money could buy.

"Since they're all so worn out, let's just forget about them," Qin Feng said, feigning disappointment.

"How about Your Highness wait a few days? Once the next batch of armor arrives, I will certainly deliver it to Your Highness," Labit said, feigning enthusiasm.

Everyone knew Qin Feng was leaving in three days; when would he get the next batch of armor? Wasn't this clearly an excuse?

"That's the only way. Oh well, let's go back," Qin Feng said to Labit.

"Your Highness, this way please." Labit led Qin Feng and his companion back the way they came. When they reached the warehouse where Qin Feng had discovered the hidden top-grade armor, Qin Feng casually asked, "Sir, what's in here?"

"Uh…this…" Labit was clearly taken aback by Qin Feng's question and couldn't answer for a moment.

Rei Men, receiving a signal from Qin Feng, drew his greatsword, channeled his battle aura, and slashed fiercely at the lock on the warehouse.

With a crisp clang, the warehouse door swung open, revealing rows of brand-new, gleaming top-grade knight armor and rows of three-zhang-long lances. Seeing so much top-grade armor, and recalling all his years of fruitless efforts to procure ordinary equipment for his brothers—all because of this scoundrel before him—he was stunned.

With a roar, Lei Men rushed forward and grabbed Labit like an eagle snatching a chick, shouting, "You son of a bitch! How many times have I begged you over the years? You always say you've already divided the spoils or make excuses to avoid me. Do you want me to kill you like I did with your uncle?!"

Chapter 57 The First Sword Emperor of the Continent.

Labit was completely terrified. He always dealt with others with words. Now, you're asking him, someone who isn't even a trainee swordsman, to fight against someone with the strength of a Sword Emperor?

"Lei Men, let go of me! I'm a second-class earl, a nobleman of the Great Qin! You can't treat me like this!" Seeing that Qin Feng ignored him, Labit turned to Qin Feng and pleaded, "Your Highness, save me!"

Qin Feng ignored him completely, smiling as he looked up at the clouds drifting across the sky. Interesting. Eight experts above the level of Grand Sword Master have arrived. This time, he can finally test his newly mastered technique with all his might.

Raimon, who had been angrily questioning Labit while carrying him, seemed to sense something, put Labit down, turned around, and stood in front of Qin Feng, warily scanning their surroundings.

In the blink of an eye, with a few soft "swish" sounds, eight people appeared around Qin Feng, all shrouded in floor-length cloaks, their ages obscured.

Qin Feng used his divine sense to scan them; two emanated magical fluctuations, while the other six secretly gathered battle aura. That person was truly generous, actually sending two archmages and six great swordsmen to ambush him. If he didn't treat them well today, he would be doing them a disservice.

Raimon, now holding his sword in both hands, focused his eyes on the person in the middle of the eight, a pale blue aura enveloping him. A surging battle intent erupted from him, rushing towards that person.

"Not bad, reaching the Sword Emperor realm before the age of forty, very good. Unfortunately, even Sword Emperors have varying strengths. Watch closely, I'll show you the true power of a Sword Emperor." The leader of the eight finished speaking in a hoarse voice, his entire body glowing with a deep blue aura, emanating a massive aura.

Compared to Lei Men's aura, the difference was immediately apparent. Lei Men forcibly increased his full strength to resist, only to find that the opponent felt like a mountain pressing down on him, large beads of sweat streaming down his forehead.

Just as Lei Men was about to collapse, a hand landed on his shoulder. Instantly, a warm sensation flowed from his shoulder throughout his body, an indescribable comfort. At the same time, the opponent's aura seemed to vanish, as if that mountain had been cleaved in two.

Turning his head, he saw it was the Ninth Prince, Qin Feng.

He had clearly also noticed the phenomenon and was on guard, as were the other seven.

"Sword Emperor? A high-ranking Sword Emperor, is that right?" Qin Feng asked, looking at the other with interest.

Seeing Qin Feng's smiling question, the other party nodded, about to say a few words with high spirits, but Qin Feng's next words infuriated them.

"But who do you think you are?" Qin Feng sneered.

"You..." The other party pointed at Qin Feng, speechless.

"Someone sent you to assassinate me, didn't they?" Qin Feng continued.

"You're not stupid." The leader of the group clearly remembered his mission, and sneered, "Kneel down and kowtow to me, maybe I'll give you a quick death! Otherwise, I'll cut your flesh off piece by piece and feed it to the dogs!"

"I'm so scared, please, don't do this," Qin Feng said, but looking at his expression, it was hardly a plea for mercy; he was clearly toying with them.

If the other party hadn't been wearing a black cloak, you would have noticed that his face was already turning purple with rage.

The leader gestured to his companions to fight, then pulled a deep blue greatsword from his spatial pouch and snarled at Qin Feng, "You sharp-tongued brat, I'm going to pull your teeth out one by one!"

"A deep blue greatsword? You're Lamia! The Eternal Exterminator, the continent's number one sword emperor, known as the future Fifth Sword Saint!" Lei Men recognized the leader upon seeing the deep blue greatsword.

"Hmm, not bad, you even know me, Lamia. Since you know my deeds, I'll give you a quick death later." The leader removed his black cloak, revealing his true face. Red hair, a chiseled face, slanted eyebrows, and a long scar running from his left eyebrow across his entire face to the right corner of his mouth made his age impossible to discern, giving him a sinister and ferocious appearance.

"Oh, I see. So the so-called high-ranking Sword Emperor also wins by outnumbering the enemy. Tch, I thought you were something special, but it turns out you're nothing special. I guess you got all those titles by cheating!" Qin Feng said, feigning sudden realization.

"You...I..." Lamia was so angry she couldn't speak. The scar on her face turned bright red from the blood pooling around it, making it look even more ferocious.

"What 'you'? What 'I'? If you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one. If I don't defeat you in one move, I'll kill myself in front of you. Do you dare?" Qin Feng challenged.

"Come on then! Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Lamia, now enraged by Qin Feng, lost her temper and casually agreed.

"Your one-on-one fight isn't going to be me taking on all of you by myself, is it?" Qin Feng pointed to the seven people around Lamia.

"What are you all standing there for? Step back!" Lamia shouted at the people around him, unaware of the fleeting glint of light in Qin Feng's eyes.

The seven men wanted to say something, but after being glared at by Lamia, they obediently retreated.

After they had retreated more than ten meters, Lamia said to Qin Feng, "I know you are the ninth prince of the Great Qin Dynasty, and I know you have defeated a Great Swordsman, a Grand Mage, and a Dragon Knight, but I want to tell you, they are all trash in front of me! And you will pay the price for your insult to me!"

Indeed, what Lamia said was true. Putting aside the fact that Great Swordsmen and Grand Mages were already ranked lower than Sword Emperors, even among Sword Emperors, a higher-ranking Sword Emperor could easily defeat a mid-ranking one, and a mid-ranking one could easily defeat a lower-ranking one.

For example, the difference between 99999 and 10000 is much greater than the difference between 10000 and 9999. Therefore, while a lower-level high-ranking swordsman can defeat a higher-level mid-ranking swordsman, the victory will be hard-won. However, a high-ranking high-ranking swordsman can easily defeat a lower-ranking high-ranking swordsman.

The dragon knight Robben was merely forcibly elevated to the Sword Emperor realm; he was essentially a novice Sword Emperor. Furthermore, his dragon wasn't fully grown yet, so if he were to face Lamia, he would be easily killed, provided he didn't allow the dragon to take flight.

Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Boundless Vast Ocean Technique.

After Lamia's routine pre-duel intimidation of Qin Feng, she gripped her azure greatsword tightly, channeling her battle qi throughout her body. The azure greatsword, infused with deep blue battle qi, appeared even more beautiful.

Qin Feng took his halberd from Lei Men, holding it with one hand, tip down, and silently circulated his inner energy. Instantly, a vast and magnificent aura, like the ocean's waves, emanated from Qin Feng.

The Boundless Ocean Technique, named for its boundless nature, has many origin stories. Some say it was created by a general who spent ten years contemplating the sea; others say it was a martial arts master who stumbled upon it while observing the ocean; still others say it was created by a fisherman who toiled day and night by the sea until his later years when he suddenly understood and mastered this ultimate skill.

Regardless of its creator, the Boundless Ocean Technique, as a groundbreaking and unparalleled skill, is undeniably valuable.

Qin Feng was now completely immersed in the essence of the Boundless Ocean Technique, as if he had become the sea itself, transforming into towering waves that rolled and roared, their powerful aura surging towards Lamia on the opposite side like giant waves.

Lamia was in a truly miserable situation. He felt that ever since Qin Feng picked up that strange weapon, his aura had become like the vast ocean, while he himself was like a small boat adrift on that sea, constantly in danger of being capsized. The overwhelming pressure of Qin Feng's aura was suffocating him.

He couldn't wait any longer; if he waited any longer, he would be on the ground, forced to unleash his ultimate martial technique! Lamia thought to himself.

Biting his lower lip, Lamia poured all his battle qi into the azure greatsword. Instantly, the azure greatsword emitted a dazzling light, almost eclipsing the sun in the sky.

"Sword Emperor Technique—Blue~~~~Dragon~~~~Roar~~~~~!"

As Lamia uttered the last word, the onlookers seemed to hear a powerful dragon's roar. Above Lamia appeared a giant dragon image formed of battle qi, baring its fangs and claws, slowly but surely pouncing towards Qin Feng.

"It's just a winged, belly-bellied lizard, daring to call itself a dragon! Let me show you what a real dragon is!" Qin Feng scoffed, dismissing the approaching dragon image.

Then, the water elements around Qin Feng frantically gathered, converging along the trajectory of his halberd tip to form a divine dragon—a Chinese dragon, not the Western belly-bellied lizard dragon.

"Boundless Ocean Technique: Dragon Dance of the Four Seas!" As soon as Qin Feng finished speaking, the water elemental dragon charged fiercely towards the oncoming battle qi dragon.

With a loud "bang," the two dragons collided, the massive energy impact knocking down surrounding houses and forcing the onlookers, Lei Men and the seven opposing experts, back several steps.

When they looked back at the arena, they saw the water elemental dragon, having shattered the battle qi dragon, hurtling towards Lamia at its original speed.

"Well done, Lamia! As expected of the continent's number one sword emperor!" With a roar, he gripped his azure greatsword with all his remaining strength and slashed at the oncoming water elemental dragon.

With a "thud," the water elemental dragon was shattered by Lamia. Just as it was about to smile and mock Qin Feng for his boasting, its smile froze on its face as it stared in disbelief at the strange weapon embedded in its chest.

Bright red blood gushed from its chest, and with each drop, Lamia's face grew paler.

"Impossible, impossible! Even a sword saint couldn't kill me in one move, impossible..." Lamia murmured.

Gently drawing his halberd, Qin Feng glanced at Lamia with pity and said, "Nothing is impossible. My halberd was hidden behind the water elemental dragon. Although you shattered the dragon, you also exhausted your fighting spirit. So, with just a gentle push, the halberd pierced your heart."

"So that's how it is... I've lost, lost in a single move, lost..." Lamia's voice grew softer and softer until finally, there was no sound at all.

It was pitiful that he, a once-powerful hero, known as the continent's number one sword emperor, the closest to a sword saint, had died under Qin Feng's halberd. How tragic!

Qin Feng held the halberd upside down, calmly looking at the seven opponents, as if killing Lamia with a single move was a trivial matter. The seven opponents looked at

Qin Feng with fear in their eyes. Leaving aside how shocked they were by Qin Feng's killing of Lamia in one move—it was understandable that Qin Feng was unaware of Lamia's power—they, as Lamia's companions, knew it perfectly well. Just think, Qin Feng's overwhelming aura, like a vast ocean, had made it hard for them to breathe.

"From the moment you accepted the mission to assassinate me, you should have been prepared to die!" Qin Feng looked at the seven men opposite him, a cold smile playing on his lips. He continued,

"However, I will let one of you go back to inform your master. As for who to send, that's up to you. Today, only one of you will be able to return!"

With that, Qin Feng put his halberd into his spatial bag, stood with his arms crossed in front of them, watching them like a spectator, his face full of mocking amusement.

After hearing Qin Feng's words, the seven men looked at their companions, some seemingly tempted, a few even eager to try.

"Don't believe him! He wants us to kill each other, then kill the last one of us. We mustn't fall into his trap! He just killed Lamia; he must be injured. If we attack together, we can definitely kill him and get out of here!" one of the seven said to his companion.

The remaining six, who had initially been somewhat interested, suddenly understood after hearing their companion's explanation. They glared at Qin Feng with shared hatred, simultaneously gathering their energy.

"Clap~ Clap~" Qin Feng clapped his hands and said, "Not bad, not bad, it seems there are some clever ones among you. However, before absolute power, any cleverness, any trickery, is just a piece of paper that can be easily broken!"

"Your Highness, let me, Old Lei, handle this battle! I haven't stretched my muscles to their full potential in ages!" Lei Men's booming voice rang out from behind.

"Want that sword?" Qin Feng pointed to the azure greatsword beside Lamia's corpse and asked. He wasn't joking; he'd finally found a few sturdy targets to practice on, how could he just give them away? Qin Feng didn't even turn his head, simply asking the question.

"I've always dreamed of having a good weapon, but I've never had the money to buy one... Your Highness, is that sword really for me, Old Lei?"

"Sure, but you'd better stay behind and keep an eye on that Labit, don't let him get away! Otherwise..."

"Alright, alright, Your Highness, don't worry, I definitely won't let that trash get away! You bastard, what are you swearing about? Behave yourself, or I'll break your bones!" Lei Men's voice came from behind, accompanied by Labit's screams.

"You seven, get ready. You only have one chance to attack. Show me your strongest skills." Qin Feng, who had somehow reappeared holding the halberd, spoke calmly to the seven people in front of him.

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Blood Lotus's Wrathful Slash.

Without further hesitation, the seven opponents unleashed their strongest skills. The following cries rang out:

"O omnipresent fire, your loyal servant begs to borrow your mighty power to destroy the creature before you! Right Hand of the Fire God!"

"O omnipresent wind, your loyal servant begs to borrow your mighty power to destroy the creature before you! Roar of the Storm!"

"Raging Wind Slash!"

"Blazing Flame Breaking Wind Technique!"

"Death God's Wrathful Slash!"

"Star Cloud Tremor!"

"Raging Thunder Shocking Heaven!"

With these seven roars, a gigantic hand composed of fire elements, a massive tornado composed of wind elements, and five giant swords gleaming with deep green light attacked Qin Feng, who stood holding a halberd, from seven directions.

At this moment, Qin Feng was attacked from seven directions, leaving only one untouched. The seven attackers grinned maliciously at him. According to their agreement, as long as Qin Feng retreated to the unattacked position, all seven energies would strike him simultaneously.

But would Qin Feng really retreat to that position? The answer was yes; Qin Feng did indeed retreat to the position the seven had anticipated. However, they saw a hint of mockery on Qin Feng's face, a mockery that saw through their trickery.

Then they felt a chill, a chill that emanated from the depths of their souls, as if they were in a dark, lightless abyss. The icy aura and boundless death energy bound them tightly like vines. They wanted to move, but couldn't; they wanted to scream, but couldn't. The boundless darkness gradually devoured their will.

Suddenly, in this boundless, dark abyss, they saw a red flower bud, blood-red and exceptionally alluring. Then the flower bloomed, releasing a fragrance tinged with the stench of blood.

The first petal, the second petal, the third petal… all the way to the seventh petal, the entire dark abyss seemed to be dyed red by these seven blood-red lotus petals, the blood-tinged fragrance giving them an eerie feeling that intoxicated them.

The Blood Lotus, according to legend, grows on the Nine Nether Abyss, feeding on the boundless death energy within. It grows one inch every ten thousand years, and when it reaches nine inches, it blooms.

When it blooms, the death energy absorbed over ninety thousand years is released to nourish the next generation of Blood Lotus. It can be said that the Blood Lotus blooms when the death energy of the Nine Nether Abyss is at its most abundant; no matter what demon, monster, god, or Buddha dares to trespass, they will surely die, even those like the Three Pure Ones or the Buddha.

"Blood Lotus Wrath Slash!" With a chilling voice that seemed to come from hell, Raimon, who had been closely watching the arena, suddenly felt a chill run through him. Involuntarily, he grabbed the bruised and swollen-faced Labit and retreated more than ten meters.

Suddenly, a beautiful flower bud appeared in the arena, its petals, redder than blood, appearing exceptionally alluring. The bud instantly devoured the attacks of the seven opponents.

Then the flower bud opened, and a chilling cold, as if the sun itself had lost its warmth, filled the entire world. Seven blood-red petals, like lovers, gently devoured the bodies of the seven people.

The sky seemed to freeze; in Lei Men's vision, only the enormous seven-petaled blood lotus remained—so beautiful, so moving, so alluring. Every sway of its petals seemed to follow the ultimate principles of heaven and earth; every waft of its strange fragrance was like the tender, intoxicating gaze of a lover, making one unable to resist staring, mesmerized…

Suddenly, the captivating blood lotus vanished, revealing Qin Feng. Qin Feng stood holding a halberd, his handsome face now deathly pale.

“Pfft!” A mouthful of blood spurted from Qin Feng's mouth.

“Your Highness!” Lei Men was startled and rushed forward to check on him.

"I'm fine." Qin Feng waved his hand, pointed to Labit who was paralyzed on the ground from fright by the Blood Lotus, and said to Lei Men, "Keep an eye on him, we're leaving here immediately!"

"Oh, but, Your Highness, why do we have to leave so quickly? Aren't we going to take all this armor and weapons?" Lei Men scratched the back of his head, puzzled.

"..." Qin Feng was speechless. "

If we don't leave soon, the experts from the royal city will arrive immediately, including the Grand Magister Hartman-Princeton, the Grand Marshal Kane, and others. Do you want to experience fighting a Saint-level expert?"

"No, no, let's hurry up and leave! I don't want to be used as a punching bag!" Lei Men exclaimed in fright.

...

The Great Qin Royal City.

Grand Magister Hartman-Princeton, who was meditating in the palace, was suddenly awakened by a wave of overwhelming cold energy. Which Saint-level expert had made a move here? But it seemed that none of the seven great mages and ten sword saints on the continent possessed such cold energy. Could it be…?

Hardman-Princeton couldn't help but shudder, instantly teleporting away from the palace.

Teleportation, the mark of a Grand Magister, a skill a mage can only use after reaching the Grand Magister level.

The Grand Marshal's Mansion in the Great Qin Royal City.

Grand Marshal Kane, sitting at his desk, deep in thought about the border preparations, suddenly looked up, his azure battle aura flashing and disappearing.

"Such dense death energy, who

on earth has caused such a commotion in the royal city? No, I have to go see for myself!" Kane muttered to himself. He leaped, like a large bird, flying towards the Ministry of War at incredible speed.

Aerial flight, the mark of a Sword Saint, a skill a swordsman can only master after reaching the Sword Saint level.

Hardman-Princeton and Kane arrived almost simultaneously. Looking at the scene before them, a crater several meters deep appeared, the surrounding houses crumbling and collapsing, a scene of utter devastation. What kind of energy would be needed to cause such destruction!

They knew they could do it themselves, but they couldn't do it with the energy to leave before the enemy arrived! They exchanged a glance, both reading the same message in each other's eyes—a master! ...

The Imperial Study of the Great Qin Palace.

The Qin King, his body weakened by wine and women, slumped on his throne, pale and listless. A figure in black, a "shadow," stood beside him, reporting the situation.

"Oh, you mean a Saint-level expert made a move in the Ministry of War?" the Qin King asked weakly.

"Yes, Master! I happened to be passing by when it happened and went in to take a look. The destruction at the scene could only have been caused by a Saint-level expert. Moreover, I sensed that the Grand Preceptor and the Grand Marshal were almost there, so I left."

"Hmm, with the Grand Preceptor and the Grand Marshal here, I'm relieved! You may leave now; I need to go see Consort Yu!" Mentioning Consort Yu, the Qin King's previously cloudy eyes seemed to clear a little, but a lewd glint appeared in them.

"Yes, this servant takes his leave!" A cold smile crept across the black-clad "Shadow's" lips as his figure gradually vanished into thin air. *Old man, a wise bird chooses its tree. Don't blame me!*

Chapter Sixty: Healing

The Right Chancellor's Secret Chamber in the Great Qin Royal City.

Right Chancellor Yu Tianyang sat facing a man in black.

"Shadow, tell me in detail about the battle between the seven and Qin Feng," the Right Chancellor said.

"Yes, because Lamia was killed, I infiltrated behind the seven to facilitate observation. Those seven were clever enough to surround Qin Feng from seven directions, but..." The man in black was none other than "Shadow," who had just emerged from the Imperial Study. He paused, his eyes filled with fear, and said, "Suddenly, a blood-red lotus flower appeared."

"A blood-red lotus flower?" the Right Chancellor asked, looking at the man in black with suspicion.

"Yes, a blood-red lotus flower. I can't find the words to describe that feeling. I only felt that, in that instant, even the sun bowed down before that lotus flower..." The man in black was now completely immersed in the scene.

"Ahem..." Seeing the man in black uttering some irrelevant words, the Right Chancellor quickly coughed to interrupt him and asked, "Then how did those seven die?"

The man in black, jolted awake from his reverie by the Right Chancellor's question, hurriedly replied, "They were swallowed by the petals of that lotus flower."

"Swallowed by petals?" The Right Chancellor was taken aback, then immediately concluded the man in black was lying, his face turning cold as he said, "Shadow, since you joined me three years ago, have I ever mistreated you?"

"Right Chancellor, Right Chancellor, I'm telling the truth, those seven really were swallowed by that blood-red lotus flower." The man in black hurriedly said, seeing the Right Chancellor's unfriendly expression.

"Oh, then let me ask you, even if they're dead, where are their bodies?" the Right Chancellor asked.

"Body? I... I didn't see any bodies, they..." the man in black stammered.

"I ask you, where were you when they were killed?"

"I... I, in order to return alive to report to the Right Chancellor, I used my escape technique to leave the Ministry of War..." the man in black's voice trailed off.

"Returning alive to report the news and using escape techniques to leave the Ministry of War—it's all just about running for your life," the Right Chancellor thought with disdain as he looked at the man in black before him.

He had spent a fortune to recruit him, thinking he was a capable expert, but it turned out he was just a coward who clung to life. He had truly misjudged him.

"Later, after Qin Feng and the others left the Ministry of War, when I sneaked back, I found that the place where they fought had become a large crater several meters deep. The surrounding houses were all knocked down, but I didn't find even a single limb or hand. It was as if they had completely vanished,"

the man in black continued. "I originally wanted to search more carefully, but I sensed two extremely strong auras flying this way. I guessed it must be the Grand Preceptor and the Grand Marshal who had rushed over upon hearing the news, so I sneaked back."

"Hmm, I understand. Has the old man made any moves lately?" the Right Chancellor asked.

"Nothing out of line, just like always. He spends the night with Consort Yu every day and is completely obedient to her..."

"Alright, you can leave now. Keep a close eye on him." The Right Prime Minister interrupted the man in black and ordered.

"Yes." The man in black finished speaking and his figure gradually disappeared from the secret room.

"Crack!" The mahogany table in front of the Right Prime Minister shattered into pieces. The Right Prime Minister's face was gloomy. But then, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly stood up and roared like a madman:

"She's just a woman. Let him do whatever he wants. As long as my son can sit on this throne, so what if he has the surname Qin! Isn't the king of this Great Qin still of the Yu family bloodline! Hahahaha..."

The Right Prime Minister's hysterical laughter echoed in the secret room...

In an inconspicuous house in the capital of Great Qin.

"Baka! The people of Great Qin are all extremely evil!" A man dressed in black and wearing a black mask cursed fiercely.

The man in black abruptly removed his mask, revealing an ugly face with a weasel-like head and a small mustache resembling cow dung on his upper lip.

He then removed his boots, revealing a pair of stinking feet, and stood up, cursing, "Koizumi-kun is incredibly unfair! He's enjoying himself with beautiful girls while giving me, Taro, this miserable task!"

"But for the sake of my great Japanese Empire, what's a little sacrifice for me, Hashimoto Taro!" His act of loyalty, combined with his barely five-inch frame, made him look like a complete clown.

Suddenly, a dark cloud rolled over the Great Qin Royal City, a tense atmosphere rising like a storm brewing…

Inside a tent in the western camp of the Great Qin Royal City.

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes after finishing his practice. Before him was Raimon's anxious face.

Upon seeing Qin Feng open his eyes, Raimon hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Your Highness, how are you? Are you feeling better?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine," Qin Feng shook his head slightly and said softly.

Qin Feng's injury this time was entirely due to his own carelessness, or perhaps he overestimated his cultivation. The Boundless Ocean Technique and the Blood Lotus Wrathful Slash are both unparalleled martial arts techniques that have shaken the ages. It's fair to say that Qin Feng's current abilities are insufficient to fully master them.

The *Five Classics of Chinese Literature* states that one should not easily use the thirty-six unique martial arts techniques recorded within the Azure Sky Technique unless one has reached at least the sixth level. Qin Feng, however, is a martial arts genius, and after reincarnation, he obtained this chaotic body, allowing him to cultivate the Shattering Void Fist to the level of earth-shattering power at the fifth level of the Azure Sky Technique.

However, the Boundless Ocean Technique and the Blood Lotus Wrathful Slash are two martial arts techniques with diametrically opposed natures. The Boundless Ocean Technique upholds the Daoist Way, a timeless Daoist art, each move seemingly perfected by nature, carrying an invisible, righteous energy.

The Blood Lotus Wrathful Slash, on the other hand, is a supreme martial art of the Demonic Sect, emphasizing the path of killing to attain enlightenment. Every move is created for killing, alluring and enchanting, yet deeply imbued with boundless death energy.

Unaware of the danger, Qin Feng used two opposing martial arts techniques in quick succession, and even with his profound foundation, he suffered a minor injury. Of course, it was only a minor injury; otherwise, how could his Chaotic Body be worthy of being described as difficult to mend even after ten thousand years? After a day of treatment in the military camp, he had fully recovered.

"Lei Men, where did you put Rabbit?" Qin Feng asked.

"Oh, that scumbag? I left him in the next tent. What's wrong, Your Highness?" Lei Men asked, puzzled. In fact, Lei Men had been wondering about this for a while. That piece of trash should have been killed with a single sword strike, but His Highness had ordered him to bring him back. Although Lei Men could easily lift Rabbit with one hand, he still felt uneasy.

"Take me to see him. I need to ask him something," Qin Feng ordered. This assassination attempt was clearly premeditated, and the other party knew his whereabouts perfectly well. He needed to find out who the other party was before taking appropriate countermeasures.

"Oh, Your Highness, this way." Lei Men led Qin Feng to the next tent.

Chapter Sixty-One: Preparing to Rob Them!

Entering the tent where Labit was being held, Qin Feng was terrified by the man before him! His head was swollen like a pig's, his eyes were puffed up like goldfish, his nose was sunken, clearly broken, and his mouth was the most pitiful, crooked to one side. He was bound hand and foot and suspended in mid-air.

If it weren't for his clothing, Qin Feng wouldn't have recognized this grotesque figure as the cunning Labit.

"What did you do to him?" Qin Feng asked Lei Men beside him.

"Ah, I didn't do anything. I just lightly punched him a few times. Who knew he was so weak, and he ended up like this?" Lei Men said, somewhat aggrieved.

"Uh..." Qin Feng was speechless. He knew Lei Men was a Sword Emperor-level expert. Those few light punches from him were enough to overwhelm not only Rubet, a weak civil official, but even powerful swordsmen and master swordsmen might not be able to withstand them! Qin Feng couldn't help but feel sorry for Rubet.

Without even hearing Qin Feng chant, a soft, milky-white orb of light condensed in his hand. The orb slowly floated to Rubet's face, disappearing in a flash. Rubet's previously pig-like face returned to its original appearance, showing no signs of injury, only a slight pallor.

"Put him down," Qin Feng ordered, seemingly oblivious to Lei Men's incredulous expression. Just one healing spell had left him like this. If he knew he could cast spells like War God's Power and Body Strengthening, spells only priests could cast, would his jaw drop? Qin Feng thought mischievously.

"Oh, oh," Lei Men quickly replied, stepping forward to pull the rope suspending Rubt. A loud "thud" followed by a hoarse scream rang out.

Lei Men innocently looked at Qin Feng and waved his hand, saying, "I don't know either. Your Highness, you were in such a hurry that I, Old Lei, got anxious and did this. Who knew he'd fall like a stone?"

Qin Feng was speechless again. It seemed that honest men could be quite cunning when they tried to trip someone up

. "Go wait outside. Don't come in without my permission," Qin Feng said sternly.

"Yes, Your Highness, don't worry, I, Old Lei, will personally guard you!" Lei Men quickly replied, seeing Qin Feng's expression turn serious.

After Lei Men left, Rubt suddenly noticed that Qin Feng's eyes had changed, becoming extremely eerie. He suddenly felt a blur in his head and then lost consciousness.

Half an hour later, Qin Feng emerged with a smile, though his face was somewhat pale. However, it seemed he had made good progress.

"Your Highness, have you gotten everything out?" Lei Men asked, stepping forward.

"Assemble three thousand Yan Yun Guards within twenty breaths. Anyone who fails to do so within twenty breaths will be dismissed!" Qin Feng didn't answer, directly issuing the order to Lei Men.

"Yes!" Lei Men turned and channeled his battle qi, roaring, "His Highness the Ninth Prince orders three thousand Yan Yun Guards to assemble. Anyone who fails to do so within twenty breaths will be dismissed!"

Immediately, a series of tense yet orderly footsteps echoed through the West Camp.

After the tireless work of all the officers and soldiers of the West Camp yesterday, the camp was completely transformed. The previously filthy mud, tattered armor, weapons, and dilapidated tents had all disappeared, replaced by clean roads, tidy barracks, and brand-new uniforms.

When Qin Feng stepped onto the command platform at the twentieth breath, the three thousand soldiers below, clad in black armor with solemn faces, were already standing in the formation Qin Feng had taught them yesterday. Although there were only three thousand men, one could sense a fierce and determined aura emanating from them.

Yan Yun Guards was the name Qin Feng had given to the three thousand men selected yesterday. These three thousand men can be considered the cream of the crop from Lei Men's military training over the past ten years.

After yesterday's selection, Lei Men immediately bought each of them a light suit of armor. Although it was simple, compared to their previous state of barely being clothed, it was considered high-quality. Don't you see the soldiers nearby, now only wearing cloth and leather armor, staring red-eyed at the assembled Yan Yun Guards?

"Later, I will lead you three thousand Yan Yun Guards to the Ministry of War to transport your armor back to camp. Follow orders throughout the journey; no acting alone! Understand?" Qin Feng's authoritative voice echoed from the command platform, clearly audible throughout the entire training ground.

"Understood!" the three thousand men shouted in unison, their voices no less powerful than the shouts of tens of thousands.

"Depart!" With Qin Feng's command, the three thousand Yan Yun Guards followed him in an orderly fashion towards the Ministry of War…

the west gate of the Great Qin Royal City.

The officers and soldiers on duty looked at the approaching force with extreme tension, beads of sweat streaming down their faces.

The force that had them so tense was none other than the three thousand Yan Yun Guards led by Qin Feng and Lei Men. Their

tight-fitting light armor, cold expressions, and chilling aura—the presence of this battle-hardened force was clearly unmatched by the inexperienced city guards.

Qin Feng, standing at the head of the column, felt the time was right. He took out a troop deployment order from his spatial pouch and waved it in front of the officer, saying, "This is the Ministry of War's troop deployment order. Yesterday, I agreed with Lord Lamia that we were here today to collect some armor and weapons. What, do you doubt this prince?" Qin Feng's glare made the officer tremble.

"No, no, Your Highness, please. Why aren't you moving aside? Are you deaf?" The officer turned and roared at the city guards still blocking the Yan Yun Guards.

The city guards behind had long wanted to make way. Seriously? Did you think they wanted to? Being overwhelmed by the imposing aura of these three thousand ferocious Yan Yun guards—did you think they felt good?

And the one standing at the very front of the procession was none other than the Ninth Prince! If you asked what had happened to the Ninth Prince, everyone would look at you like you were an idiot. He didn't even know about the Ninth Prince? At ten years old, he easily defeated the Third Prince, who was clad in seven-colored divine armor; not long ago, he killed three experts from Fatil who had come to provoke Great Qin; and yesterday, he bravely took on the important task of negotiating with the orcs! Such glorious deeds, and you don't know them? You might as well be dead!

Along the way, the pedestrians of the royal city saw this disciplined army and readily made way, giving Lei Men and the three thousand Yan Yun guards a small moment of pride.

Suddenly, a rapid clatter of hooves, mixed with exclamations and the sound of things being knocked over, came from not far away. Then, two tall horses appeared in everyone's sight.

Chapter Sixty-Two: Are You Bullying Me?

The horses were undoubtedly fine. The first, over twelve feet tall, was glossy and gleaming, its red color like rouge, without a single stray hair. It was exceptionally handsome, a specialty of the Hulan tribe, the Rouge Red. Behind the red horse followed a black horse, its entire body gleaming black except for its four snow-white hooves. It was a renowned horse, Black Cloud Covering Snow, no less impressive than the Rouge Red.

These two exotic horses were worth no less than ten thousand gold pieces, clearly indicating that those riding them were either extremely wealthy or noble. The two riders paid no heed to the people who had been knocked to the ground on either side of the road, continuing to charge forward at their original speed.

A little girl of thirteen or fourteen was clearly terrified by the oncoming horses, standing frozen in the path they were destined to take, her face filled with horror as the horses drew ever closer. The people on both sides couldn't help but close their eyes, unable to bear the sight of the bloodshed.

Just when everyone thought the little girl was surely dead, a scene they would never forget unfolded. A snow-white figure seemed to descend from the sky, pulling the little girl away just before the horse's hooves were about to trample her.

Then, a crystalline fist appeared in everyone's sight, as if it had traversed time and existed since ancient times, smashing without a trace of fire onto the head of the lead, crimson horse.

"Crack~" The sound of bones breaking, mixed with the horse's unwilling neigh before its death, roused everyone from the miraculous scene.

The once exceptionally tall crimson horse now lay to the side, blood gushing from its huge nostrils, its once proud head slumped there like a lump of mud.

The young man who had been riding the crimson horse now stood up disheveledly, his yellow brocade robes disheveled and filthy from rolling on the ground.

The middle-aged man riding the black horse behind him skillfully stopped his black horse, dismounted, and, after confirming that the young man in yellow was unharmed, looked at Qin Feng together.

A sinister smile curled at the corner of Qin Feng's lips. "Our Chinese ancestors said that enemies are destined to meet," he thought, "heh, so true!"

The young man in yellow riding through the bustling city was none other than the Third Prince of Qin, who now looked at Qin Feng with a disheveled expression.

"Oh, isn't this Third Brother? Oh dear, look at you! What a mess you've made of your clothes! You're so grown up, yet you still roll around on the ground like a little kid. Tsk tsk, don't you know how hard it is to wash Consort Yu's clothes?" Qin Feng teased.

The Third Prince struggled to control his impulse, repeatedly telling himself to calm down. After all, the difference in strength was stark; he was far inferior to Qin Feng. Once upon a time, he could freely tease and bully this "useless" prince, but now, being bullied without daring to utter a sound, the Third Prince felt like banging his head against a wall.

However, the Third Prince's thoughts didn't reflect the thoughts of his idiotic subordinate. This guy was just a lowly guard in the Right Prime Minister's residence, only temporarily assigned to the Third Prince as a bodyguard yesterday. The reason for sending such a scoundrel was because Qin Feng had easily defeated a Sword Emperor, five Great Swordsmen, and two Great Mages yesterday!

This idiot thought that as long as he got on the good side with the Third Prince, wealth and glory would come rolling in. He was just looking for an opportunity to show off when Qin Feng appeared, which made him overjoyed! So excited that he ignored Qin Feng's miraculous punch and the cry of "Third Brother" from earlier.

With a "clang," he drew his greatsword from his back and sneered at Qin Feng, "Boy, you're asking for death, don't blame me! Let me tell you, you just offended the Third Prince of the Great Qin Dynasty. Let my noble swordsman, Fett, settle your sinful life!"

At this moment, the Third Prince was filled with remorse. He had barely managed to suppress his anger to avoid a direct confrontation with Qin Feng. But this idiot had actually provoked someone. Why had he brought such an idiot with him today!

Fett, sword in hand, was about to perform in front of the Third Prince when suddenly he felt a blur before his eyes, and then he was lifted up and slammed to the ground, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.

That wasn't all. As he scrambled to his feet and shook his dazed head, he suddenly saw something the size of a bowl hurtling towards him at high speed. Before he could react, it slammed into his nose.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Fett was covered in blood. But Lei Men didn't seem to be letting Fett off the hook. Bowl-sized fists rained down on Fett, muttering as he punched, "Damn it, His Highness wouldn't let me do anything yesterday, but today he finally did. I'd better fight him a bit longer, lest His Highness snatches it away and I have nothing left to fight!"

Qin Feng didn't even glance at Fett, who was being tormented by Lei Men, or the dazed Third Prince. He turned to the little girl he had rescued and smiled, "Little sister, what's your name?"

"My name is Xu Qi, big brother," the little girl replied, her beautiful eyes wide.

"Qi Qi, are you alright? You scared your mother to death!" A woman in her thirties, whose features resembled the little girl's, cried as she hugged her and asked.

"Mommy, I'm alright. Big brother saved me just now," the little girl said to her mother.

"Thank you, thank you!" the little girl's mother thanked her repeatedly.

"You're welcome, Auntie. Take Qiqi home quickly, be careful next time."

"Okay, okay, thank you." Qiqi's mother led her home.

"Goodbye, big brother!" the little girl turned around and waved to Qin Feng.

"Goodbye!" Qin Feng smiled and waved back to the little girl.

Chapter Sixty-Three: Looting the Ministry of War

of the Great Qin Dynasty.

The Minister of Military Affairs, Oedipus, looked at the black-armored army in front of him with cold sweat on his forehead. What made him sweat was not the army itself, but Qin Feng standing in front of it! He knew very well how powerful Qin Feng was!

He was present when Qin Feng fought against the expert Fatil. Qin Feng's terror, especially the moment he shot down the flying dragon with his bow, still made him shudder whenever he thought about it. The sight of the struggling dragons after being shot down, and the dragon riders skewered like pieces of roasted meat, often woke Oedipus from his nightmares.

Seeing Qin Feng leading this group of black-armored soldiers, Oedipus's first thought was: Was the Ninth Prince about to launch a coup?

"Lord Oedipus, Qin Feng greets you." Qin Feng greeted Oedipus with a standard noble's bow.

"Your Highness, oh no, I should address you as Grand Duke Shenwu, what are you doing here…" Oedipus returned the bow and pointed to the three thousand Yan Yun Guards behind Qin Feng.

"Oh, they are the guards I selected to accompany me to negotiate with the orcs," Qin Feng replied nonchalantly.

“But, this…” Oedipus wanted to say something but ultimately didn’t, instead asking, “Then what brings you to the Ministry of War…”

“Oh, yesterday I discussed with Lord Labit that I would come today to collect the armor and weapons for my guards, so…”

“Oh, I see. Lord Labit isn’t here today, so I’ll accompany you.” Seeing that Qin Feng wasn’t there to cause trouble, Oedipus asked warmly.

“No, no need. Lord Oedipus is busy with official duties; these small matters can be handled by others.” Qin Feng quickly replied. He was joking, of course. The reason he brought the Yan Yun Guards this time was to loot the Ministry of War’s warehouses. If the head of the Ministry of War was with him, what would he loot?!

“Oh, in that case, this old minister will take his leave.” Oedipus said to Qin Feng.

"Please wait, my lord."

After Oedipus had gone some distance, Qin Feng waved to the Yan Yun Guards behind him. The three thousand Yan Yun Guards entered the Ministry of War in an orderly fashion and followed Qin Feng skillfully to the Ministry of War warehouse that Qin Feng had visited the day before.

Pointing to the locked door, Qin Feng turned to look at a high-ranking official from the Ministry of War who was assisting with the unloading, without saying a word.

The official from the Ministry of War, sent by Oedipus to assist Qin Feng, was clearly not stupid and obediently stepped forward to unlock the door for Qin Feng. Instantly, a hint of surprise flashed across the previously wooden faces of the Yan Yun Guards. Before them were rows of standard-issue spears and greatswords gleaming with cold light, and sets of brand-new armor.

However, what excited the three thousand Yan Yun Guards the most was the 3,000 sets of black armor, along with matching knight's lances, knight's swords, and horse armor, found in a warehouse.

The jet-black armor was engraved with intricate magic circles, and the waves of magical fluctuations could be felt even by those who had no concept of magic. It was clearly very high-level magical armor.

The matching knight's lance was about twelve feet long, its dark shaft gleaming with a cold, gleaming light. Forged entirely of refined iron mixed with black iron, the lance was exceptionally heavy, requiring immense strength to wield. The knight's sword was about four feet long, also dark-skinned, its double blades dull, yet exuding a faint killing intent.

If this set of armor and weapons were converted into amethyst coins, three thousand sets would amount to approximately fifteen million amethyst coins.

These three thousand sets of expensive equipment were several levels above the equipment of the so-called elite Golden Lion Knights of the Great Qin Dynasty. Qin Feng only learned through interrogating Labit that these three thousand sets of equipment had consumed a significant amount of the Right Prime Minister's manpower and resources,

prepared for the private knightly order to be established by the Third Prince.

The entire process of purchasing the armor and weapons was handled by Labit alone. Since Qin Feng already knew all of Labit's secrets, he was the only one present who knew the origins of these three thousand top-quality pieces of equipment.

"Each person should have a set. If anyone loses theirs, they're responsible." Qin Feng waved his hand magnanimously, as if the three thousand suits of armor before him were just ordinary goods.

"Yes, sir!" The three thousand Yan Yun Guards responded in unison, their faces beaming with joy.

However, after these Yan Yun Guards placed the three thousand top-quality sets of armor into the spatial rings that Qin Feng had purchased for them, they didn't leave immediately. Instead, as if they had a pre-arranged plan, they tacitly looted all the weapons and armor that could be taken from the entire Ministry of War warehouse, stuffing them all into their spatial rings.

The Ministry of War official was left speechless, dumbfounded.

Qin Feng smiled slightly at him and said, "I am here on my father's orders to negotiate with the Beastmen. My father said that whatever is needed, it will be given in full. Now I am requisitioning these weapons and armor. Does Your Highness have any objections?"

"No, no, no, Your Highness, if you need them, just take them. New weapons and armor will be delivered in a few days," the assisting Ministry of War official quickly waved his hand.

He was joking; they were already in their spatial rings, what objections could he possibly have? Besides, with the King's words as leverage, who would dare say no? ...

The Ministry of Revenue of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Three thousand soldiers, clad in full black armor, wearing black masks, with black knight's swords at their waists and black knight's lances in their hands, stood silently behind a young man in white robes and blond hair, and a general in golden armor.

Opposite the blond man, a portly man in brocade robes, around fifty years old with a ruddy complexion, squinted and smiled obsequiously at Qin Feng, saying, "Your Highness, upon hearing of your esteemed arrival, I have prepared three thousand Flying Cloud Horses from the Hulan Grasslands to bolster Your Highness's journey to the beastmen. I wish Your Highness a swift and successful voyage!"

"Lord Shi is too kind," Qin Feng replied. "My guards happen to be short of transport, so I, Qin Jiu, will humbly accept these three thousand Flying Cloud Horses. However, I wonder..."

"The Flying Cloud Horses are currently in the pastures outside the capital. After Your Highness has rested briefly, I will personally guide you." "Lord Shi, you are in charge of the Ministry of Revenue and are extremely busy.

These small matters can be left to your subordinates," Qin Feng said.

"No, no delay. Your Highness disregarded your own safety and bravely went to negotiate with the Beastmen for the sake of Great Qin. I am deeply moved. Please allow me to lead the way this time," the fat man in brocade robes said, wiping the fine sweat from his forehead. He was well aware of the news from the Ministry of War. This very group had looted the Ministry of War completely, and Lord Oedipus was now so regretful that he had fainted. He didn't want to suffer the same fate as Lord Oedipus, having his horse ranch completely wiped out.

Chapter Sixty-Four: Departure -

The Altar of Heroes in the Center of the Great Qin Royal City.

The Altar of Heroes was built by King Qin Han, the founding king of Great Qin, to commemorate the martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the country.

The Altar of Heroes is a circular platform, with an upper diameter of nine zhang and a base diameter of sixteen zhang and sixteen feet. The platform is nine zhang and nineteen feet high, and the entire platform is made of a stone similar to white marble, making it appear solemn and dignified.

At this moment, banners fluttered above and below the Hall of Heroes. King Qin, Qin Feng, Grand Marshal Kane, the Left and Right Chancellors, and numerous civil and military officials stood on the Hall of Heroes.

Today, Qin Feng, unusually, did not wear his signature white robe, but instead donned a full-body silver-white armor flowing with a seven-colored aura. Standing beside King Qin, he completely ignored the Right Chancellor's murderous gaze.

Indeed, the armor Qin Feng wore was the Seven-Colored Divine Armor he had taken from the Third Prince in the dueling arena five years ago. The Seven-Colored Divine Armor was the Right Chancellor's family heirloom, given to the Third Prince who dueled with Qin Feng five years ago. It was thought that the Third Prince would have a sure victory, but Qin Feng defeated him decisively with the force of the fusion of water and fire. The Seven-Colored Divine Armor thus became Qin Feng's spoils of war.

Directly in front of the Altar of Heroes, three thousand black-armored knights, clad in full-body knightly armor with veils, swords at their waists, spears in their left hands, and reins in their horses with their right, stood in neat square formations, solemnly gazing at the King of Qin on the high platform. Above the ranks, a large black banner embroidered with a white cloud—

this was indeed Qin Feng's guards for this trip—the Yan Yun Guard. Standing before the Yan Yun Guard was a general over two meters tall, clad in golden lion-head armor. He carried a deep blue, sheathless greatsword on his back and wielded a golden halberd; this man was none other than "The Wrathful Lion ," Lei Men.

To the left and right of the Altar of Heroes, ten thousand golden-armored knights, even their masks gleaming gold, subtly surrounded it. Above the golden-armored knights, a large banner embroidered with a golden lion stood opposite the Yan Yun Guard's black banner, suggesting a subtle rivalry. This golden-armored army was truly the Qin Dynasty's elite Golden Lion Knights.

Seeing that his Yan Yun Guard, though fewer in number than the Golden Lion Knights, was in no way inferior in terms of imposing presence, Qin Feng couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.

The King of Qin had clearly dressed up today; his body, previously weakened by wine and women, now appeared exceptionally majestic in his magnificent royal robes. His jewel-encrusted crown shone with an air of nobility, conveying to the world his prestige as the foremost ruler of Qin.

"Your Majesty, it is time," said Kane, the Grand Marshal of the Qin army, looking at the sun already high in the sky.

"Yes," the King of Qin nodded in acknowledgment.

"Proclaim the decree!" the King of Qin ordered the eunuch behind him.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"...Now, the Ninth Prince, Qin Feng, is intelligent, filial, and fraternal. He has been appointed by me to pacify the barbarian lands. Therefore, I hereby bestow upon the Ninth Prince of Great Qin, Qin Feng, First-Class Divine Martial Duke, the Emperor Tiger Blood Sword, the Swift Wind Chasing Cloud Steed, one million amethyst coins, and the right

to make decisions on a case-by-case basis..." Qin Feng bowed, pretending to listen attentively. He automatically filtered out the initial barrage of praise

and admiration. What a joke! Did they think he, Qin Feng, was a three-year-old child, so easily fooled? However, the last two items truly caught Qin Feng's eye, but he was immediately puzzled. He knew the Emperor Tiger Blood Sword and the Swift Wind Chasing Cloud Steed perfectly well

. These two items were originally the apple of the King's eye. Both the First Prince and the Third Prince had tried every possible method to obtain either from the King, but to no avail. This showed the high regard the King held for these two items.

Yet now they were being bestowed upon him. What was the hidden meaning behind this? Qin Feng was puzzled. He slightly raised his head and glanced at the King of Qin above him out of the corner of his eye, only to find that the king was casting a meaningful look at him.

Qin Feng was slightly startled; it seemed that his "father" was not simple.

The Emperor Tiger Blood Sword, the fifth of the Ten Famous Swords of the Continent, was known as the hardest sword on the continent, unstoppable wherever it went. However, this sword seemed to have a curse on its owners; every one of its owners died a violent death! Furthermore, the sword's creator, materials, and forging time were unknown, making it the most mysterious sword among the Ten Famous Swords of the Continent.

However, besides its hardness, this sword had no other special characteristics, or rather, its previous owners had failed to discover its unique features. Otherwise, with its indestructible nature, it wouldn't only be ranked fifth, the crown jewel of the Qin Armory.

The Swift Wind Chasing Cloud Steed, a descendant of the level-five magical beast Swift Wind Beast and the purebred Hulan Chasing Cloud Horse, possessed the speed of the Swift Wind Beast and the stamina of the Chasing Cloud Horse, and was one of the four most precious horse breeds on the continent. If the Flying Cloud Horse ridden by the Yan Yun Guard was priceless, then this Swift Wind Chasing Cloud Steed was priceless beyond measure.

Qin Feng was astonished to see the sword on the mahogany tray handed to him by the eunuch, for it was remarkably similar in style to the ancient Chinese longswords he had seen in Cao Cao's tomb. It

seemed the people of the Starry Continent didn't yet possess the weapon "knife," hence classifying this as a sword. "This sword should be called the Emperor Tiger Blood Blade," Qin Feng thought to himself.

Taking the Emperor Tiger Blood Blade, Qin Feng immediately felt a connection to its source. Simultaneously, the blade vibrated violently, emitting a deep tiger's roar. Could this blade, like himself, have been transported from his original world to the Starry Continent? A bold idea suddenly popped into Qin Feng's mind.

Qin Feng carefully examined the longsword in his hand. The sword was about four feet four inches long, its scabbard devoid of intricate patterns, its rough surface bearing the marks of history. The hilt was nine inches long, spiral-shaped, with a giant tiger's head roaring towards the sky on the blade, exuding boundless domineering power.

With a "whoosh," Qin Feng drew the sword. A streak of red light, as if returning from hell, shot straight into the sky, carrying boundless killing intent. Those around him felt a chill run down their spines.

Qin Feng's gaze fell on two tiny characters on the hilt, and a great shock surged within him. He recognized these characters; they were the ancient Chinese pictographs—the characters for "tiger's soul"!

This sword truly seemed to originate from the same world as him. Based on Qin Feng's understanding of ancient Chinese history, this sword must have been forged before the Xia Dynasty.

Suppressing his excitement, Qin Feng swiftly retrieved the Tiger Soul (from now on, the Emperor Tiger Blood Blade would be called Tiger Soul) and said to the King of Qin, "Your subject thanks Your Majesty for the generous gift! I will certainly not fail Your Majesty's trust!"

"Feng'er, this action by the beastmen concerns the safety of our Great Qin. We must not be careless!" The King of Qin said earnestly to Qin Feng, making Qin Feng almost disbelieve his ears.

"Yes, Father." Qin Feng quickly bowed and replied.

Chapter Sixty-Five: Phantom

"Your Majesty, it's getting late. The Ninth Prince should set off." Kane, who was in charge of presiding over the ceremony, said.

"Oh, then Feng'er, I will wait here for your good news."

"Father, rest assured, your subject will definitely return victorious!"

"Ninth Prince, we will await your triumphant return in the royal city. There are many bandits on the road, Your Highness, please take care!" The Right Prime Minister stepped forward and said to Qin Feng, but the ruthlessness that flashed in his eyes did not escape Qin Feng's notice.

"It seems this journey won't be peaceful," Qin Feng thought to himself. "But that's perfect; I can use the Qinghe Charge Formation of the Yan Yun Guard to practice.

" The Qinghe Charge Formation is one of the peerless cavalry formations recorded in "Cao Cao's Military Records." Legend has it that it was a secret formation passed down through the Ma family of Xiliang. The reason why the Ma family's iron cavalry was able to dominate the Northwest, killing the barbarians and striking fear into their hearts, was largely due to the three thousand Canglang Iron Cavalry who had mastered the Qinghe Charge Formation.

The generals of the Ma family were also world-renowned. In the old people's comments on the martial arts of the Three Kingdoms figures, "First Lu Bu, second Ma Chao, third Dian Wei, fourth Guan Yu, fifth and sixth Zhang Fei," Ma Chao, known as the "General of Heavenly Might," ranked second. He killed so many barbarians that they submitted to him, and even made Cao Cao cut off his beard and abandon his robe.

Cao Cao, with a magnanimous heart, forgave Ma Chao, the peerless general who had once made him feel utterly humiliated, and even recorded Ma Chao's signature techniques, the "Piercing Sun Wolf Technique" and the Ma family's "Clear River Charge." Of course, all of this only benefited Qin Feng.

After bidding farewell to the King of Qin, Qin Feng descended from the Altar of Heroes and arrived in front of the Yan Yun Guard. Seeing the three thousand magnificent flying cloud horses, Qin Feng suddenly realized he had forgotten to ask where the Swift Wind Chasing Cloud Steed was.

Just then, a loud neighing came from behind him. Turning around, he saw a magnificent horse, pure white without a single stray hair, nearly ten feet tall, with two zhang long brimming with its hooves, standing under a tree not far away. It was staring at Qin Feng with its large, sapphire-blue eyes, seemingly knowing that this was its future master.

Qin Feng stepped forward, intending to stroke its smooth fur, but his touch fell on empty air. The Swift Wind Chasing Cloud Steed, standing a few steps away, snorted at Qin Feng, as if to say, "If you want to touch me, show me your skills first."

"Alright, then let me show you my prowess." Qin Feng laughed loudly, and without making any move, everyone only saw a blur before Qin Feng was already standing next to the Swift Wind Chasing Cloud Steed, startling the Swift Wind Chasing Cloud Steed. Just as it was about to run away, it suddenly felt its four hooves tighten, and then felt itself being lifted up.

Ignoring the astonished crowd around him, Qin Feng addressed the struggling Swift Wind Chaser, held high above his head, saying, "Do you submit? If you do, neigh three times, and I'll put you down."

No sooner had Qin Feng finished speaking than three neighs came from above. It was indeed a beast with a sense of understanding. Qin Feng set Swift Wind Chaser down, gently patting its tall head, saying, "Seeing your flawless white coat, I'll name you Snowwalker from now on."

With that, Qin Feng turned and leaped onto Snowwalker, pulling on the reins. He commanded the three thousand Yan Yun Guards, who were still standing there, looking at him with admiration, "Yan Yun Guards, listen to my command! Mount up!"

With a "whoosh," the three thousand Yan Yun Guards, upon hearing the command, almost simultaneously mounted their horses, looking at Qin Feng, awaiting the next order.

"Depart!" With Qin Feng's command, the Yan Yun Guards maintained their marching formation and headed towards the west gate of the royal city.

Qin Feng waved to Yama, who was nestled in the crowd, then steeled himself and spurred his horse toward the west gate.

He had an indescribable feeling for Yama; having inherited the memories of the original Ninth Prince, he felt a strange attachment to her, much like the feeling one has for a mother, making him, who had never experienced maternal love in his previous life, feel a deep warmth.

Little did Qin Feng know that this farewell would be their final.

Riding his snow-covered horse, Qin Feng quickly caught up with the Yan Yun Guards. As he stepped out of the Great Qin Royal City, Qin Feng looked up at the powerful characters "Royal City" on the city wall and couldn't help but think: what kind of sight will I see when I return…

The Right Prime Minister's Secret Chamber in the Great Qin Royal City.

Right Prime Minister Yu Tianyang and the black-clad "Shadow" sat facing each other.

"Shadow, has everything been arranged?" the Right Prime Minister asked in a deep voice.

"Prime Minister, all six bandit groups we contacted are very willing to complete this deal. Among them, the top three—Blood Shadow Bandit Group, Viper Bandit Group, and Yingtian Bandit Group—have all indicated they will send their main forces. However, their asking price..."

"Money is not a problem. We can pay whatever they ask for. However, what I need to do must be done well!" The Right Prime Minister waved his hand and said.

"Yes. I will contact them later."

"How is the situation in the north? What's the movement from Fatil?"

"According to my scouts, Fatil's troop movements are not significant. I believe that Fatil will not attack Great Qin as Qin Feng said. Therefore, the Third Prince's trip to the border should be fine!"

"Hmm, but Ling'er alone is still a bit weak. Originally, there was a Sword Emperor, five great swordsmen, and two great mages, but unfortunately, they were given to Qin Feng... Qin Feng, I will make you wish you were dead!" The Right Prime Minister became angrier the more he thought about it, clenching his fists and speaking hatefully.

"Prime Minister, didn't His Majesty send Grand Marshal Kane along? I believe that if we add the elite troops of the Golden Lion Knights, the Third Prince's safety will be guaranteed!" The black-clad "Shadow" said from the side, a sinister smile in his eyes escaping the Right Prime Minister's notice.

"Yes! Look at my memory! How could I forget the Golden Lion Knights! Indeed, with the Grand Marshal's Sword Saint-level strength, plus the elite troops of the Golden Lion Knights, no one can touch a hair on Ling'er's head!" The Right Prime Minister nodded, suddenly recalling the Qin King's appearance at the Heroic Spirit Altar that morning, and vaguely feeling something was amiss, he asked the black-clad "Shadow," "Has the old man made any other moves lately?"

"No, His Majesty stays overnight at Consort Yu's place every night, only waking up the next morning, taking a nap after lunch until dinner, and after dinner, playing a few games of chess with Consort Yu before... hehehe." The black-clad "Shadow" seemed to have thought of something and chuckled lewdly.

"Enough!" Seeing the lewd grin of the black-clad "Shadow," the Right Prime Minister felt as if he had been slapped in the face. A murderous glint flashed in his eyes, and he roared at the black-clad "Shadow" with a livid face.

"You may leave. Continue your surveillance. Report back immediately if there is any movement!" The Right Prime Minister said, trying hard to calm his anger.

"Yes, Your subordinate takes his leave." The black-clad "Shadow" wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. How could he have forgotten the relationship between the Right Prime Minister and Consort Yu? Wasn't this courting death?

Chapter Sixty-Six:

The Night of the Beast Clan Meeting

In the palace of Consort Yu of the Great Qin Dynasty,

a series of alluring sounds, enough to make one's blood boil, were followed by the low voices of a man and a woman.

"Your Majesty, Ling'er is about to go to the border, and I'm so worried."

"What are you worried about, my beloved consort? Didn't I ask Kane to go with him?"

"But, after all, Ling'er is our flesh and blood. He's never traveled far from home before, and now he's going to such a far place. I'm really worried! What if something happens and the Grand Marshal can't take care of him? That would be… Your Majesty… Waaaaah~~"

"Alright, alright, well, what you say makes sense. I'll send another three thousand Golden Lion Knights to protect Ling'er, then you can rest assured!"

"I thank Your Majesty for your grace!" "

Hehe, my beloved consort, it's still early, perhaps…"

"Your Majesty…" the woman feigned shyness, unaware of the fleeting, cold glint in the man's eyes…

the Great Qin Beast Clan camp.

Inside a magnificent tent surrounded by eight smaller tents, six people (let's call them human for now, despite some beastly features) sat in their respective positions.

Seated in the highest position was a giant nearly four meters tall, his muscles like coiled dragons, his face covered in fine hair. But if you mocked him for his hairy face, you would meet a terrible end. This was

Stru-Behemoth, the current Beast King, commander of the Behemoth Legion—the elite Beastman army—a peerless master who had reached the pinnacle of sword god power. Note that it was a sword god, not a sword saint! Sword saints were considered top-tier professions in the human world, but a sword saint before a sword god was like a three-year-old child before a powerful adult, utterly powerless. The Behemoths, with their unique innate advantages, were all masters; adult Behemoths generally possessed the strength of a sword saint. With dedicated training and a certain level of talent, reaching the level of a sword god was not impossible.

Seated alongside the Beast King Stru was a slender old man with a bushy tail, his wise and serene eyes seeming to hold the world in his grasp.

Only the current Great Prophet of the Orcs, Danton Fox, a fox-like being, could sit beside the Beast King. The fox-like people in the Orcish world lacked physical strength, speed, and power, but they possessed what Orcs lacked most—wisdom. While this wisdom wasn't comparable to that of humans, it was still highly respected in the Orcish world where general wisdom prevailed.

To the lower left of the Beast King Stru was a handsome middle-aged man, about two meters tall, with golden hair casually draped over his shoulders. If it weren't for his slightly protruding, sharp canine teeth, you would never mistake him for an Orc.

Koman Ryan, Chieftain of the Lion Clan, Commander of the Orcish Lion Legion, a High-Ranking Sword Saint, and one of the six elders of the Orcish Council.

Below Coman-Lane sat a bear-clan man even more burly than Coman, his entire face covered in brown fur, revealing only a pair of half-closed small eyes and a dog-like mouth, from which a thin, glistening thread dribbled.

If you find his comical appearance endearing, you're mistaken. The bear-clan chieftain, commander of the Berserker Bear Legion, Dika-Bill, is a nightmare to behold on the battlefield. Opposite

Coman sat a man comparable to him, with a towering physique, powerful muscles, and an elegant demeanor—qualities clearly possessed only by those raised in noble families. However, unlike Coman's signature blond hair, this man had black markings on his face, especially on his forehead, where the markings resembled the ancient Chinese character "王" (king).

This was Hugh Tagore, chieftain of the Tiger Clan, commander of the Beast Tiger Legion, the Tiger Clan's top warrior, and a high-ranking swordsman.

The last person in the tent was a minotaur seated below Hugh Tagore. Like most people imagine, he had two horns nearly a foot long, and his wide nostrils flared as he breathed heavily. Although he was the most favored among those present besides the Great Prophet, his short stature was relative to the other four; at 1.8 meters tall, with his imposing physique, he could be considered among the top warriors even among the orcs, who were known for their superior strength.

This was Mans-Okos, the current chieftain of the minotaur tribe. Several years prior, in the great war, Mans' father, the previous chieftain, was severely wounded by the combined forces of Kane and the Qin Grand Tutor, and died upon returning. Mans succeeded his father, becoming the commander of the orcish Minotaur Legion and a mid-ranking swordsman.

Similar to the social hierarchy in the human world, the orcs, besides the royal Behemoths, had five noble families: lions, tigers, bears, bulls, and foxes. These nobles enjoyed more rights than commoners, such as priority access to food, women, and iron weapons and armor.

Of course, the orcs are a world where strength reigns supreme. If you have the ability to reach the level of a Sword Saint, Beast God Priest, or Great Prophet, regardless of your race, others will respect you. For example, there was Tian Kuang-Wolf, who reached the Sword God realm five hundred years ago and is known as the greatest figure in the history of the wolf race.

The atmosphere in the tent was somewhat heavy.

"Your Majesty, in my opinion, we should lead an army of 500,000 and charge straight in. The weak humans are no match for our orc warriors. Why are you thinking of so many schemes? They're making my head spin! I, Mans, am willing to be the first to lead the troops to capture the murderer of my father and avenge him!" A deep voice said, and Mans-Okos tapped his large bull head.

"If that were the case, our ancestors would have unified the Starry Sky Continent long ago! Use your brain more!" Hugh Tagore, the tiger chieftain sitting above Mans, reprimanded him.

"..." Mans murmured, wanting to say something, but ultimately realized his opinion was rather naive and sat down silently, though his small eyes darted around.

"Prophet, will the person you speak of truly appear?" The Behemoth Emperor Stru, seated high above, asked the Great Prophet Danton beside him.

"Your Majesty, the information I received from the stars is infallible. He is on his way and should arrive in about ten days."

"Oh, I am very much looking forward to this messenger of our Beast God!" Stru rubbed his calloused hands with amusement.

Silence returned to the tent, broken only by a few long breaths.

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