Ancient Martial Saint Emperor of Another World [Complete] - 14

Chapter 148 One Arrow Pierces the Sacred Mountain -- Chapter 152 The Angry

Hu Shu Qin Feng stared expressionlessly at Hu Shu, offering no reply. The mocking smile on his lips was particularly glaring in the sunlight.

Sometimes, what easily provokes people isn't a torrent of curses or a violent beating, but rather a silent, palpable contempt.

"You..." Hu Shu was utterly enraged by Qin Feng's arrogant attitude. He had seen arrogant people before, but never anyone as arrogant as Qin Feng. He, the Khan, had no shortage of unruly men among his subordinates. He had seen arrogant people before, but never anyone as arrogant as Qin Feng. Facing an army of 100,000 men, he remained so calm and collected, arrogantly disregarding everyone!

"I'll give you two choices: one, submit to my Hulan and serve me; two, continue the fight and die by the swords of my warriors. As for that princess, hmph, I'll reward my warriors after I've had my fill. The choice is yours," Hu Shu said, taking a few deep breaths and staring intently at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng had been listening to Hu Shu's ravings with a blank expression, but when Hu Shu mentioned how to treat Princess Lili, Qin Feng's face changed. Not out of fear or anger, but with a smile.

Qin Feng's smile was quite handsome and sunny, but even under the sunlight, the Hulan people facing him felt a chill. The murderous intent hidden beneath that smile, the overwhelming killing intent deep within his eyes, caused the 100,000 Hulan people to involuntarily take a few steps back.

"You chose the wrong leader, so your entire Hulan tribe must pay for his words and actions. There's nothing more to say. If you want war, then war." These words, seemingly emanating from an ice cellar, drifted into the ears of the 100,000 Hulan people under the sunlight, yet felt like a towering mountain pressing down on them, making it hard to breathe.

Qin Feng's Tiger Soul Blade flashed and disappeared, followed by the long-dormant Divine Bow, the God-

Slaying Bow, appearing in his right hand, emitting an excited hum. Qin Feng sat atop the Shadowless Blade, arms outstretched, a golden light comparable to the sun emanating from the dark bow of the God-Slaying Bow, enveloping him entirely.

Under the dazzling sunlight, on the verdant grasslands of the Kexin Grassland, before the 100,000 elite Hulan soldiers, a god-like man slowly drew back a longbow powerful enough to eclipse the heavens and earth. The energy of the world surged wildly towards Qin Feng as the bowstring was drawn.

The once clear, cloudless blue sky had inexplicably become overcast. The once radiant sun seemed to hide in fear deep within the clouds, the sky a dark, oppressive expanse, accompanied by rumbling thunder, as if plunged into the deepest hell. "

You have bullied me, humiliated me, betrayed me, defied me, defied me, offended me, hated me—what shall I do?

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Since you Hulan people dare to do this, then all of you shall go to hell! No, there is still hope of reincarnation in hell, so let all of you be annihilated, body and soul!"

Qin Feng drew the God-Slaying Bow to its fullest extent, the energy arrow, formed from the energy of heaven and earth, vibrating restlessly on the bowstring. A killing intent powerful enough to pierce through space soared from the God-Slaying Bow, possessing the power to split the heavens and earth.

For the first time, the 100,000 elite Hulan soldiers facing Qin Feng felt their own insignificance before this man. So insignificant that they felt like a group of ants before him.

Fear, like a contagious disease, spread among the 100,000

elite troops of Hulan. Trembling rose from the depths of their hearts.

They were like livestock awaiting slaughter, their faces pleading as they looked at the god-like man bathed in golden light.

Alas. This god's name was the God of Slaughter!

Suddenly. The dark clouds in the sky stopped rolling, the thunder within them ceased its roar. The breeze on the grassland stopped flowing, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the entire battlefield fell into a brief, deathly silence, save for the creaking of the restless energy arrows on the God-Slaying Bow.

Perhaps for a moment, perhaps for a quarter of an hour, after the brief silence, a golden light, carrying an aura of world-destroying destruction, slowly flew towards Hulan. The surrounding air seemed to have been sucked out; the 100,000 Hulan people felt a suffocating sensation, watching in terror as the golden light gradually approached. The

ancient Chinese divine strategy—the Sun-Shooting Roar Technique.

When speed exceeds a certain limit, time slows down or even reverses. The energy contained in this arrow forcibly stretched time, yet they remained alive, for they could see the golden light flying ever closer—a fate worse than death!

Without a sound, the golden light melted everything in its path, like foam encountering high temperatures. Flags, people, and horses alike were all annihilated, or perhaps more accurately, obliterated.

After an unknown amount of time, the dark clouds in the sky resumed their rolling motion, the previously condensed air seemingly melting away. The Hulan people erupted in jubilation.

Then, the Hulan people present felt a violent tremor behind them. Turning around in a panic, they all felt their legs go weak—

Ruyun Peak, the sacred mountain in the hearts of the Hulan people, this mountain that had stood for countless years on the Keqin Grassland, this mountain that had sheltered generations of Hulan people, had been pierced through its base with a hole three zhang in diameter. The scenery on the other side of the mountain was revealed through this hole!

“Impossible! How could this be? This is the sacred mountain that has protected our Hulan tribe for ten thousand years! How could it be… how could it be… I must be seeing things! I must be seeing things, right? Guliqiu, tell me, am I seeing things? Everything I'm seeing is an illusion, isn't it?” Hulan Khan Hushu stood up under the protection of his guards, grabbing Guliqiu's collar and roaring.

“Great Khan…” Even Guliqiu, with his cunning and cunning, was too terrified to speak when faced with this unprecedented phenomenon.

Just as the Hulan people were in chaos, Qin Feng replaced his God-Slaying Bow with a golden halberd glowing with blood, and with a tug on the reins of his Shadowless Halberd, he charged back at the Hulan people.

"Damn it, Brother Zhushen is still better than me! This arrow only used six-tenths of his peak power, but it's enough in this godforsaken place! Qin kid, kill! Damn it, I can't hold back anymore, kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" Tiger Soul's excited spiritual energy fluctuations entered Qin Feng's sea of consciousness.

"Kill!" Qin Feng roared, like a thunderclap, deafening the chaotic Hulan people.

At the foot of Shengshan Mountain under the dark clouds, Qin Feng's halberd pierced through the chests of Hulan people like a meteor, without leaving a trace of blood. The bewitching crimson color carried a mesmerizing rhythm, like the eyes of a demon god staring ferociously at the food before him.

There were no severed limbs, no exposed entrails, no grotesque heads, no corpses, not even a trace of blood. Only piles of ashes seemed to tell of boundless terror, and the entire battlefield fell into a strange state of cleanliness.

Among the guards, the Hulan Khan, already pale with fear at Qin Feng's words, commanded in a trembling voice: "Kill him... The Saint will come soon to kill him. Don't be afraid, we are the descendants of the Earth Wolf, we are the Hulan people who value honor above all else

. As Khan, I command you, my warriors, to kill the enemy before you!" His words, which should have been inspiring, sounded weak and feeble against the backdrop of Qin Feng's trembling voice. Instead of bolstering the already demoralized Hulan soldiers, it plunged them into despair. Imagine, could a cowardly commander inspire courage in his soldiers?

But Qin Feng ignored all this, moving freely among the Hulan soldiers, his halberd reaping their lives with ease. With each kill, a warm, smooth energy flowed through the halberd into Qin Feng's body, giving him an indescribable sense of comfort.

Gradually, the fighting spirit of the Hulan people vanished, and they began to flee. Qin Feng charged east, they fled west; Qin Feng went west, they fled east. This ridiculous and pathetic scene unfolded on the battlefield: the Hulan people, renowned for their fierceness and bravery, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, were reduced to playing a game of tag with a single person!

At this moment, dignity, honor, ideals, loyalty—all were cruelly cast aside and mercilessly trampled upon, all for the sake of survival.

"Qin kid, you're something else! Letting them trample on the beliefs their race has upheld for ten thousand years—that's far more cruel than simply killing them! You're ruthless! I definitely didn't choose the wrong person! Keep killing! I feel even more fulfilled now, and I believe we'll be out soon, haha~~" Tiger Soul's excited spiritual energy fluctuations entered Qin Feng's mind as he chased after the fleeing Hulan people.

"Those who have committed my grave offenses, how can they be allowed to die a quick death?" A cold smile flashed in Qin Feng's eyes. His halberd pierced the back of a Hulan man who had been caught up with him without any resistance. After a flash of blood, the halberd tip fell to ashes.

Hu Shu watched sadly as his compatriots were chased around like clowns. Finally, the bloodlust within him was ignited. He shoved aside his guards, mounted his mount, drew his silver crescent blade, and roared, "I am a Hulan warrior, fight with me!" With that, he charged towards Qin Feng, sword raised, and rode forward.

The Hulan men, their bloodlust stirred by Hu Shu's actions, roared and charged at Qin Feng. Those who had been relentlessly pursued by Qin Feng turned back, seemingly ready to fight to the death.

A disdainful smile played on Qin Feng's lips. Want to die quickly? Then die.

The third update is here. Tiger is going to grab a bite to eat and will continue writing when he gets back. The next chapter will be around 10:30 PM. What do you all think Qin Feng's next move will be? Tiger only needs 26 votes to get that roast chicken on his head, so let's all give it our all and get Tiger up there! Thank you everyone! Also, it's Father's Day today, remember to call your fathers!

Qin Feng suddenly stopped his pursuit, his halberd pointing diagonally south. He floated into the air, a powerful aura of knighthood emanating from him and pressing down on the Hulan people charging towards him. Dark clouds gathered frantically above his head, turning the sky within a hundred feet black and shiny.

A gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, whipped Qin Feng's brilliant golden hair, adding a strange murderous aura to his handsome face. The energy of heaven and earth gathered around him again, swirling rhythmically like a vortex.

The magnetic field surrounding Ruyun Peak lost its direction due to the massive energy accumulation. Some high-flying birds, disoriented, were drawn into the gradually forming vortex by the swirling energy in mid-air. Before they could even cry out, they were pulverized by the violent energy at the center of the vortex, returning to the most fundamental particles in the universe.

The vortex in mid-air spun faster and faster, its range expanding, and the energy within it becoming increasingly violent, finally forming a colossal tornado-like object in mid-air!

The powerful suction force frantically pulled in anything nearby—people, horses, weapons—and then crushed them to dust under immense pressure.

"Whoa!" Hu Shu, leading the Hulan people charging forward, suddenly pulled on the reins. Fortunately, his mount was a fine steed, one in a million, and managed to stop its momentum just outside the massive vortex. However, the Hulan people following behind him were not so lucky. They were immediately drawn in and shredded into pieces by the tornado-like energy vortex.

Of course, there were a few skilled fighters among these Hulan people who were sucked in, such as the bearded man named Dadaru, who was now radiating a deep green light, clearly a high-ranking swordsman. Seeing that he could not resist the powerful suction, he turned to Hu Shu, who was at the edge of the vortex, and cried out for help:

"Khan, save me! Save me!"

However, he was already struggling to resist the suction with all his might. As soon as he opened his mouth, his breath loosened, and he was sucked in. In no time, he was shredded into mincemeat, leaving only a scream before his death.

"This...this..." Hu Shu, his heart pounding with fear, pointed at the meat grinder-like thing in the distance, speechless. Especially after witnessing the bearded Dadaru being ground into mincemeat, the fighting spirit he had finally mustered vanished completely. Only terror remained, a voice in his mind constantly urging him: "

Go! Get out of here! They're not human, they're devils, devils returned from hell! Run! Run as far away as possible! Only by leaving can you survive, can you enjoy beauties, fine wine, and delicious food! Run!"

Hu Shu gritted his teeth. He secretly glanced at the crowd behind him, wiping the sweat from his brow. He was seething with hatred for Guli Qiu, the one who had devised the idea to kidnap Princess Lily. If he had known this Duke Huwei was so powerful, he wouldn't have bothered him. Now...only escape was possible.

Thinking this, Hu Shu suddenly shouted: "Warriors of the Hulan tribe! This is a matter of life and death for our Hulan tribe! For the glory of Hulan for ten thousand years, kill!" After roaring, Hu

Shu slammed his steed towards the massive energy vortex. The Hulan soldiers behind him and surrounding the vortex, seeing their Khan charging ahead, were filled with fervor and also shouted as they charged into the vortex. Just as his steed entered the vortex's range, Hu Shu spurred his horse into the stirrups, using the recoil to propel himself backward. He landed behind a Hulan cavalryman, who, in a stunned silence, was thrown from his horse. Hu Shu

then pulled on the reins, turned his horse around, and galloped away.

This action was like a bucket of ice water poured over the heads of these spirited Hulan people!

Their king, their Khan, their leader, had actually abandoned them at the critical moment of life and death! He had actually sent these loyal warriors to their deaths to buy him a chance to escape!

All the Hulan people, except for Hu Shu, who had betrayed the entire Hulan tribe, were plunged into a state of confusion, blindly entering the vortex and turning into piles of ashes.

In the thatched hut atop the sacred mountain, the Hulan tribe's sage hesitated, rubbing an ancient two-handed greatsword in his hand.

"My master warned me before his death that after the blood rain, I must not leave the hut, or I will be annihilated, body and soul. But if I don't go out, won't my people be slaughtered..." the sage muttered to himself, looking at the powerful energy vortex in mid-air.

Just then, a loud shout suddenly came from mid-air, followed by the saturated dragon vortex crashing down onto the ground—

With a deafening boom, the Hulan people on the ground felt a tremendous explosion followed by complete silence. Then, like bullets, they were propelled forward by a massive surge of energy, tracing parabolic arcs through the air before landing several miles away. This was

the ancient Chinese divine technique—the Divine Dragon Whirlpool Explosion.

The vortex energy, not fully released, flowed along the earth's veins, spreading outwards. Those Hulan people who were fortunate enough to avoid the vortex's range felt the ground violently tremble. Then, the earth seemed unable to withstand the force, tearing open several wide chasms that stretched endlessly across the once lush green grassland. At the point of impact between the Dragon Whirlpool Explosion and the ground, a bottomless crater, hundreds of feet in diameter, appeared!

Hu Shu, who had already escaped several miles away, suddenly felt the earth shake violently. His horse seemed to slip into thin air, and a chasm several feet wide split open right where he was standing.

"No…!"

Hu Shu only had time for a desperate cry before he and his horse plummeted into the chasm.

The dark clouds dispersed, revealing dust and screws. Qin Feng, clad in a silver robe, sat gracefully atop Jueying's back. His expression was indifferent, a stark contrast to the chaotic surroundings. Before him, a middle-aged man with a sinister and ruthless air lay sprawled on the ground, staring at Qin Feng with terror, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"This was your idea, wasn't it?" Qin Feng asked calmly.

"I don't know what idea you're referring to, sir..." the middle-aged man stammered, his jaw clenching.

Qin Feng remained silent, smiling slightly at the man, revealing his white teeth. Without any apparent movement, the middle-aged man felt a blur before his eyes, his white teeth exposed. Then, a searing pain shot through his right shoulder; touching it with his left hand, he found a large patch of blood.

"Ahhh!" the middle-aged man screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

"Now do you know why I asked?" Qin Feng asked calmly, but the icy coldness in his eyes could extinguish even the sun's warmth.

"I know, I know, it was my idea..." The middle-aged man hurriedly nodded in admission.

"Very good." Qin Feng remained expressionless, but his blond hair swayed without wind, and a chilling aura emanated from him, striking the middle-aged man who was sprawled on the ground. The middle-aged man felt a heat beneath him, and a foul stench made Qin Feng involuntarily frown.

Three horrifying screams echoed across the grassland. The middle-aged man was reduced to a ball of flesh. All four limbs had been severed by his roots, and blood gushed from the severed ends. He trembled, clearly suffering immense pain.

"Too late." Qin Feng uttered two words, and his right hand fell again. The middle-aged man's severed hand, which had been resting on the ground, shot up like a cannonball, piercing straight through the middle-aged man's right chest, and then, with a look of relief on his face, it embedded itself in the mountain wall twenty feet away.

"Don't worry about dying immediately. I've channeled some of my energy to protect your heart meridian. Even if you bleed to death, your consciousness will live for another three days in this body. All your senses will be transmitted to your brain intact. Enjoy it."

A dragon has its scales; those who touch them will die!

"Young friend, don't you think this is too cruel?" Suddenly, a powerful voice came from the summit of the Holy Mountain. Then, a white figure plummeted down from the summit. When it was still ten feet from the ground, its descent suddenly slowed, and it landed lightly on the ground without stirring up any dust.

The newcomer was none other than the Saint Tianyue of the Hulan clan! Still dressed in white, he carried an ancient two-handed greatsword.

"So you've finally decided to make your move? You don't even care about your master's orders?" Qin Feng opened his eyes, asking with a hint of mockery.

"Young friend, your bloodlust is too strong. This old man has no choice but to act. Even if I perish, I will do my part to rid the world of this demon." Saint Tianyue said righteously.

"Then tell me, in these five thousand years, how many times have the Hulan people marched south to conquer, how many Haosi people have they killed, how much property have they plundered, and how many women have they violated? Don't tell me you don't know!" The intruder asked with a disdainful look.

"This..." Saint Tianyue blushed, speechless.

"Considering you protected him, I'll spare your life." The intruder brandished his halberd, pointing it at Saint Tianyue.

"You..."

"Sword God, what difference is there between you and an ant?"

"Qin boy, just one more, just one more! Hurry up, hurry up and kill him! Waaah~~ I can finally get out, I can finally get out! Tens of thousands of years of imprisonment can finally end! Oh~~~ The first thing I'll do when I get out is find a tiger girl, hmm, a voluptuous one, hmm, and a sly one too..." Tiger Soul's unrestrained spiritual energy fluctuations entered Qin Feng's sea of consciousness, almost causing Qin Feng, who was gathering Qi in his equipment, to go into a state of demonic possession. This Tiger Soul is too lecherous!

Saint Tianyue drew his ancient two-handed greatsword with a "clang" and held it with both hands, slowly saying, "The sword is called Heavenly Palace, enough to split mountains and divide the land. Be careful, young friend."

Qin Feng smiled casually, lightly pushed off the stirrups with both feet, and shot straight towards the top of the holy mountain like an arrow.

"Trying to run? Not so easy!" Saint Tianyue was shocked and shouted, then pushed off the ground with both feet and chased after Qin Feng like a cannonball, only a few feet away from Qin Feng.

When they reached the halfway point of the sacred mountain, Saint Tianyue, exhausted, pushed off the mountainside with his right foot, leaping three zhang (approximately 13 meters) into the air and accelerating upwards. The Saint, confident he could surpass Qin Feng this time, witnessed a scene that left him speechless—

Qin Feng, still exhausted in mid-air, suddenly twisted his body, as if stepping on an invisible staircase, his figure soaring nine zhang (approximately 33 meters) upwards. This repeated itself, as if an invisible staircase in the void was relaying Qin Feng's ascent. After several rises and falls, he disappeared from Saint Tianyue's sight. This was

the ancient Chinese martial art—the Cloud-Soaring Ladder.

When Saint Tianyue reached the summit of the sacred mountain, he saw an unbelievable sight—

in the sunlight, the "God of Slaughter," Qin Feng, had a gentle expression on his face. With his hands, stained with the blood of countless people, he was carefully embracing a sleeping woman as if holding the most precious thing in the world, gently stroking her disheveled hair as if afraid to wake her. Then, he snatched the moon-white cloak from behind and tightly wrapped the beauty around his back.

"You deserve to be called a martial artist," Qin Feng said with a faint smile, looking at the somewhat dazed Saint Tianyue with a hint of gratitude.

"Thank you," Saint Tianyue replied, somewhat amused and exasperated. A martial artist? I'm already a Sword God, don't I deserve to be called a martial artist?

"To show my respect and gratitude, I will fight with all my might later," Qin Feng continued unhurriedly.

A flash of anger crossed Saint Tianyue's face. He brandished his greatsword and said, "Then, you try this move of mine first." Without waiting for Qin Feng's reply, he raised his sword and slashed down at Qin Feng from above.

The massive cyan sword was surrounded by a purple halo. A simple strike, yet it contained immense power, with the force of no return.

"Transform into a Blade!" With a loud shout from Qin Feng, the halberd in his hand seemed to possess a human-like quality, instantly reverting to its original six-foot-long blade form.

Qin Feng stepped forward, slashing directly at the base of the giant sword without any effort.

A deafening clang of metal clashing rang out, and a wave of weakness washed over Saint Tianyue's hand, causing him considerable discomfort.

"Again!" Saint Tianyue roared angrily, his giant sword, gleaming with a purple light, silently thrusting towards Qin Feng's heart with the force of a dragon emerging from the water. The chilling aura emanating from the sword tip could be felt even from several feet away.

Qin Feng smiled arrogantly, channeling his Azure Sky Force to its peak. His Tiger Soul Sword blazed with golden light, trembling with excitement. He slammed it down fiercely against the incoming sword tip.

One golden, one purple—two violent energies collided violently!

The sword and blade separated. Qin Feng stood firmly in place, sword in hand, proudly standing.

Saint Tianyue, however, was forced back more than ten feet before finally stopping, spitting out a mouthful of blood with a "pfft."

"Kill!" Qin Feng pressed his advantage, his Tiger Soul Sword gleaming with golden light once more as he glared fiercely at Saint Tianyue, seemingly intent on cleaving him in two.

"Clang!" After the third clash of swords, Saint Tianyue's Heavenly Sword shattered into dust. He himself coughed up blood and was sent flying back several dozen feet, ending up at the edge of a cliff.

"Three moves! I could only withstand three of your moves! Heh... It's lamentable that I've been learning swordsmanship since I was seven, reached the Saint level at fifty-seven, and advanced to the Divine level at three hundred and eighty-five. My lifespan is over five thousand years. My master said I was born for the sword, a martial arts genius. I never imagined I could only withstand three of your moves!" A trace of sorrow flashed across Saint Tianyue's face as he murmured.

"I refuse to accept it! I refuse to accept it! Why have I diligently cultivated for over five thousand years to achieve such results, while you, barely twenty, already possess such strength! Why, why, Master! Am I not the genius you spoke of? Have you been deceiving me all along? Master~~" The beliefs he had always held dear were ruthlessly shattered by Qin Feng. Even after years of being a Sword God, Saint Tianyue couldn't help but feel a wave of confusion.

Just then, an almost imperceptible black spiritual energy seized the moment of Saint Tianyue's bewilderment and suddenly entered his sea of consciousness.

If Qin Feng had observed this carefully, he would have recognized this black spiritual energy as the inner demon described in the Martial Scripture! Unfortunately, Qin Feng didn't observe it himself. He raised the Tiger Soul Sword in his hand again. This time, the Tiger Soul Sword no longer shimmered with golden light, but with an eerie blood-red glow.

"Ha, Qin kid, quick, quick, quick, cut him down! He's already seriously injured. What kind of sword god is he? He only withstood three of your moves. He doesn't deserve to be called a 'god.' Wait until I come out, and I'll show you what a real god is! Haha~~ Ah, watch out, that bastard's using underhanded tactics!" Tiger Soul was initially carried away by his size, but when he realized the danger, he quickly warned him.

"I have to admire your strength, but do you know what? Hahaha~~ The so-called Holy Mountain is nothing but a cage, inside which dwells a demonic beast that roamed the continent tens of thousands of years ago. And each generation of saints is merely a guardian of this beast~~" Saint Tianyue, floating in mid-air, revealed a ferocious smile and continued:

"Now, our Hulan clan is finished, and I've also been injured internally by your shock, so I won't live much longer. Then, let everyone on the continent die with our Hulan clan, hahaha~~~ Omnipotent Creator God, with the help of your boundless power, I, Tianyue, as a contractor, beg you to break this ancient seal, seal—break!"

As Saint Tianyue chanted, a golden light shot out from the blood-red mark on Saint Tianyue's forehead, whistling through the air before plunging into the Holy Mountain.

A dozen breaths later, the entire sacred mountain seemed to be placed in a pool of boiling water, shaking incessantly, and the demons on it kept falling off the mountain.

"Haha~~ This demonic beast is about to come out. Just wait to be eaten by it. Haha~~ I'll take you down with me even if I die! Haha~~~" Saint Tianyue laughed hysterically. Saint Tianyue

suddenly stopped laughing, his eyes filled with terror as he stared at Qin Feng, who was also floating in mid-air—

the sky had once again fallen into darkness, and the dark clouds, even thicker than before, seemed to shroud the earth in a dark cage. Qin Feng's originally golden hair seemed to have been dyed with ink, turning jet black and shiny, and his emerald-like eyes had also turned jet black. A violent aura that seemed to want to destroy the entire world swept over Saint Tianyue.

Saint Tianyue felt as if his hearing, touch, taste, and smell had been stripped away. He had lost these four senses, and the only thing he still had was his sight, which magnified infinitely the demonic Qin Feng opposite him.

Suddenly, the Tiger Soul Blade in Qin Feng's hand moved. A bewitching crimson light shot straight into the sky, cleaving a gaping hole in the dense dark clouds. Accompanied by a terrifying thunderclap and carrying earth-shattering power, it slashed fiercely at the bewildered Saint Tianyue.

The crimson blade light quickly engulfed Tianyue, its momentum undiminished, easily tearing through the surface of the sacred mountain's summit and striking its very roots!

The ancient Chinese divine technique—the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Slash.

An extremely powerful energy flowed from the Tiger Soul Blade into Qin Feng's body, followed by a spiritual energy several times stronger than Qin Feng's own, resounding throughout the entire Kexin Grassland!

The world was bathed in a crimson halo, and the dark clouds on the horizon were forcibly dyed crimson.

"Hahahaha~~~ This Tiger God has finally seen the light of day again! Hahaha~~~ The sublimation of tens of thousands of years of imprisonment has finally ended! Damn you, Gongsun Xuanyuan! Damn you, Jiutian Xuannv! Damn you, Yinglong! Damn you, damn you, damn you… I'm going to find a tigress~~ Find a sultry one, wow~~ Hmm, Qin boy?" A series of powerful spiritual energy fluctuations suddenly emanated from the world.

Then, a huge ball of blood-red spiritual energy landed in front of Qin Feng, gradually forming a blood-red giant tiger tens of feet tall, officially the Tiger Soul Spirit that had broken free!

"Qin boy, wahahaha, this god is out! How about it, majestic, huh~~~" The giant tiger formed from blood-red spiritual energy that landed in front of Qin Feng said arrogantly to Qin Feng.

"Tsk tsk, it looks pretty good, but it's a pity…" Qin Feng looked the Tiger Soul up and down, shaking his head as if he regretted it.

"What's wrong with it?" "Upon hearing this, Tiger Soul's face showed a very human-like expression, and he hurriedly asked,

"It's a pity you're just a spiritual energy body. You can only bluff here. Besides mental attacks, you can't do anything else, like eating, sleeping, etc. You even said you wanted to find a sultry girl. Sigh, even if you found one, what use would it be? Can you have sex with her?" Qin Feng said with a sneer.

"I... I can possess a body, as long as I find a decent one." Tiger Soul argued.

"Come on, possess a body, my foot! If you really wanted to possess a body with such a massive amount of spiritual energy, I don't believe there's a single body on the entire continent that could contain your spiritual energy!" Qin Feng continued to tease him.

"I... Damn it, are you deliberately trying to put me down, Qin kid? Damn it, I just escaped my cage today, and you're already trying to put me down. That's inhuman!" Tiger Soul's voice grew softer and softer, until he was completely listless.

"However, I do have a way." Qin Feng looked down, his head filled with dejection, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of Tiger Soul's lips.

"What method... Alright, you bastard, just tell me what you want me to do. Ugh, just by looking at you, I know it won't be that easy. Tell me, as long as you can help me solve this problem, I'll listen to you." Tiger Soul immediately looked up excitedly upon hearing that Qin Feng had a solution, but seeing the sinister smile on Qin Feng's face, he said irritably.

"Deal with the thing that's about to come out first. But strangely, why do I feel a sense of familiarity?" Qin Feng glanced meaningfully at the crack he had just cleaved, stretching from the peak of the sacred mountain to its base.

"I already scouted it out; just a little demon... Hmm? How come there's a demon here?" "I'll go check..." Tiger Soul initially seemed nonchalant. Then, realizing something was wrong, he hastily left those words and darted into the crack.

"Woo~~~"

Suddenly, a deafening wolf howl echoed from within the sacred mountain, a soaring demonic aura emanating from its depths. In the blink of an eye, a lightning-fast shadow appeared before Qin Feng. A pair of lantern-sized, eerie green eyes gleamed with cruel light.

Upon closer inspection, Qin Feng recognized it as a wolf, a grey wolf, seven or eight zhang tall, with gleaming silver fur, gleaming white teeth, a scarlet tongue protruding from its mouth, and a foul-smelling maw. This mouth was over ten zhang long, enough to swallow Qin Feng whole.

However, Qin Feng remained unconcerned, covering his nose and laughing at the grey wolf, saying, "Tiger Soul, if you don't come out soon, I'm never helping you again."

"Sigh, I knew I couldn't fool you. How did you know?" "Tiger Soul's voice came from mid-air, and then Tiger Soul's listless tiger face, shrunk a hundred times, appeared on the back of the gray wolf.

"You've only been inside for a short time, and this wolf is already howling like it's in heat, then releasing some demonic energy to set the scene, and then it makes its grand entrance. Are you making a movie?! Isn't it obviously trying to get me to come out? If it were really going to attack me, why would it do these stupid things that only a certain Hu would do?" Qin Feng retorted disdainfully.

"Uh... never mind, I won't argue with you anyway. Let me introduce you. This is my new little brother, a purebred Earth Wolf, with the purest bloodline!" Tiger Soul said, patting the towering Earth Wolf's head with his claws.

"What's his name?"

"I don't know, just give him anything that sounds good."

"Alright then, from now on I'll call you Wangcai." Qin Feng leaped onto the Earth Wolf's back.

"Then let's call him Wangcai, how about it, Wangcai?" Tiger Soul asked, squinting his protective eyes.

"I say, what did Boss Chi You call you before? It couldn't have been Tiger God or Tiger Soul, could it?" Qin Feng asked, looking at the miniature Tiger Soul with amusement.

"Why are you asking this?" Tiger Soul's groan became somewhat embarrassed, but finally, unable to resist Qin Feng's "If you don't appease me, I won't help Mo anymore" gaze, it awkwardly sent a slight spiritual energy fluctuation into Qin Feng's sea of consciousness—

"Master used to call me... Little White..."

Qin Feng felt three black lines appear on his forehead. Sweat, this Chi You boss is too... cute!

"Sigh, I said Little White..." Qin Feng suppressed the urge to burst out laughing, but was interrupted by an angry spiritual energy fluctuation from Tiger Soul—

"Qin kid, if you make fun of me again, don't come to me for anything else!"

"Okay, I won't make fun of you anymore, Little White! You can't enter the Tiger Soul Blade now, are you just going to follow me like this?" Qin Feng finally managed to stop laughing and asked.

"Idiot, I'm a spiritual energy body now, so naturally I can reside in your sea of consciousness. Hmm, I've decided, until you help me find a physical body, I'll live in your head forever, hmph~~" After saying that, Xiao Bai "whooshed" into Qin Feng's sea of consciousness, emitting a wave of spiritual energy:

"Hehe, Qin kid, I'm staying here. If you want me to leave your head sooner, you'd better hurry up~~"

Qin Feng shrugged helplessly, patted the Earth Wolf's big wolf head, and said, "Wangcai, let's go, we should go back. This place should have collapsed long ago. Maintaining this broken mountain from collapsing has wasted so much of my energy."

The Earth Wolf howled to the sky, and in seven leaps, it landed on the ground, disappearing into the distance in the blink of an eye. The

Cloud-Piercing Peak of Hulan Sacred Mountain collapsed. At the same time, in the western and central parts of the Kexin Grassland. The Black Iron Cavalry led by Sasaki, Fego, and Qida, who had been roaming the eastern regions and exterminating the various tribes of Hulan, had also largely completed their respective missions. Over a period of nearly a month, the three tribes had annihilated a total of over a million Hulan people, not to mention livestock such as cattle, sheep

, and horses. Except for a very few who occasionally ventured out or hid after hearing the news, the entire Hulan tribe on the vast grassland was practically wiped out! The boundless grassland was silent. No cattle or sheep were to be seen; even the once green grass was now stained blood red! The Hulan people, who had roamed the Mehes Empire since its founding, had been exterminated!

On the desolate grassland, a lone rider moved like the wind, a huge gray wolf galloping across the vast plains like lightning. On the wolf's back, Qin Feng lay on the back of Wangcai Gakunuode, while Princess Lily, who had become accustomed to this, sat beside him, watching Qin Feng with a complex expression.

“Tagore, you were too reckless this time. Father will be furious when you get back. Sigh. It's all my fault for dragging you down,” Princess Lily said with a worried expression.

“What’s there to be afraid of? At worst, they’ll strip me of my title. I’ve practically wiped out the entire Hulan clan anyway. My reputation will still be intact,” Qin Feng said jokingly.

“With such a grand project, you should have been more than qualified to be a prince, but now, sigh, I can’t say for sure,” Princess Lily said, patting her forehead in exasperation.

“Hehe, what prince, what duke, I don’t want any of them. Knowing you is enough for me,” Qin Feng said, looking at the princess with a worried expression.

“What nonsense are you talking about? I’m your teacher!” Princess Lily said, slightly flustered.

“So what if I’m a teacher? Who says a student can’t marry their teacher?” Qin Feng said dismissively.

“But, many people will say I’m being unreasonable. I can’t bear that heavy worldly pressure,” Princess Lily said, avoiding Qin Feng’s eyes.

"Anyone who dares to speak ill of me, I'll kill them. One person speaks, I'll kill one; two speak, I'll kill both; a whole group speaks, I'll slaughter the whole group!" Qin Feng's tone suddenly turned icy, and a chilling killing intent emanated from him.

"Tagore, do you know? Women age easily. I'm thirteen years older than you. Even if we were together, our ages would be too far apart. When I grow old, you'll still be young. There's a saying, 'A woman's beauty fades with age…'"

"No, believe me…" Qin Feng hurriedly explained.

"I believe in you now, but people always change. Who can guarantee they won't change in a few years?" Princess Lily shook her head, interrupting Qin Feng.

"I…" Qin Feng suddenly found it difficult to speak, unable to find any words to explain.

A heavy silence fell between them.

After a long pause, Qin Feng raised his head, looking at Princess Lily who dared not meet his gaze, and said in a deep voice, "I don't care if you're thirteen years older than me, I don't care if you're my teacher, and I don't care what others say. I only want to marry you. All I care about is whether you're willing to marry me!"

"Impossible, Tagore, this is impossible..." Princess Lily shook her head frantically, muttering.

"Why weren't you born ten years earlier? Why did you have to meet me? You know, you and he are so alike, both with the same strong sense of male chauvinism, both a bit foolish... But I'm no longer young, I've lost the passion of youth... Is this the torment of fate?" Princess Lily said, as if trying to escape.

Qin Feng was speechless. Perhaps, as Princess Lily had just said, this was indeed the torment of fate. But was Qin Feng a person who would bow to fate?

Qin Feng, riding on Wangcai's back, stopped on a relatively gentle hillside. Looking ahead at the still tense city of Luxembourg, and knowing they were about to enter Mehes territory, a feeling of helplessness washed over him. He glanced at Princess Lily beside him, whose face was beaming with joy, revealing her excitement.

"Tagore, what's wrong?" Princess Lily, seemingly noticing, turned to look at Qin Feng.

"Nothing, just wondering, have all the Black Iron Cavalry I brought perished?" Qin Feng explained.

"Let's go into the city first. You haven't rested for six whole days, it looks bad," Qin Feng changed the subject.

"Okay, let's go," Princess Lily nodded in agreement.

Where were the Black Iron Cavalry? Not far, about two days behind Qin Feng. Of course, this was Qin Feng's order; after all, he didn't want to be watched by 30,000 men, just to have a chance to be alone with Princess Lily.

Qin Feng and Princess Lily dismounted outside the city gates of Luxembourg, and after turning Wangcai into a pet dog, they headed towards the city.

The appearance of Qin Feng and Princess Lily immediately alarmed Mohanto, who was living in fear at the city lord's mansion. Upon receiving the news, Mohanto rushed over with the captain of the Royal Guard Knights stationed locally.

When they saw Princess Lily safe and sound, the two almost fainted with excitement, for their heads were finally saved, and naturally, they were filled with gratitude towards Qin Feng.

"Your Highness, the Emperor has decreed that you must return to the capital immediately upon your return. What do you think of this…" The captain of the Royal Guard Knights seemed to remember something and asked Princess Lily.

"Since it is Father's order, then let's set off immediately, so as not to implicate you," Princess Lily frowned and glanced at Qin Feng.

"Thank you, Your Highness!" The Grand Commander of the Royal Guard knights, moved to tears, gave Princess Lily a perfect knightly salute and continued,

"Your Highness, the carriage is ready, and our Royal Guard soldiers are all prepared. Please rest assured, Your Highness!" With that, the Grand Commander gestured for her to proceed.

Princess Lily nodded, and surrounded by a large group of guards, she slowly walked towards the prepared magnificent carriage. At this moment, she regained the pride of the Empire's eldest princess!

Qin Feng had been watching from the sidelines the entire time, observing her effortless movement among the nobles, the royal majesty she exuded with every gesture, every frown, every gesture, every smile… until after the noblewoman Lily boarded the carriage, casting a glance from the carriage window… A fleeting glimpse. Suddenly, I felt so far, so very far away from him…

You descended from the sky / Landed on my horse's back / Your jade-like appearance, your clear, water-like gaze / A faint smile that warmed my heart / You didn't turn back / Spreading your wings / Who is leading the way ahead? / A sigh chilled my entire life / You felt that immense glory in the center of ten thousand people / I couldn't see your eyes / Your presence concealed tears / I don't have the strength to forget, I can't forget / Only in the dark of night / Can I dream of the girl I once loved… …

…

The Diligent Hall of the Imperial Palace of the Mehes Empire.

His Majesty Brad sat on the throne, his face flushed, with Princess Lily, who had safely returned, beside him.

Below the steps, the Empire's Ministers of Revenue stood in rows, with General Tiger Might, who had rescued the Princess from the Hulan people, standing second among the generals, only after Grand Marshal Cherno.

"My beloved ministers." "Today is a day of great joy! The Grand Duke of the Guard led 30,000 elite Black Iron cavalry straight into the Kexin Grassland, not only rescuing the captured Princess but also slaughtering the Hulan barbarians. Although all the Black Iron cavalry were lost, this time Grand Duke Huwei has expanded the empire's territory by thousands of miles. We, the Mehes people, can now graze our horses on the Kexin Grassland. The Grand Duke of the Guard is truly a man of unparalleled merit! Hahaha~~ Since the founding of our nation, Mehes has suffered greatly from the harassment of these Hulan barbarians. Now that this great scourge has been eliminated, it is truly a cause for celebration! Hahaha~~~" His Majesty Brad excitedly stood up from his throne and laughed loudly.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Your Majesty's civil and military achievements are unparalleled!" The ministers in the hall echoed.

"Hahaha~~ By the way, given that Grand Duke Huwei has performed such a great feat, what do you, my esteemed ministers, think I should reward Tagore?" His Majesty Brad glanced at Qin Feng, who was staring intently at Princess Lily below the steps, a strange look flashing in his eyes.

After His Majesty Brad finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent; not a single person spoke.

This was understandable. Qin Feng was now a First-Class Grand Duke, the highest rank a commoner could attain. Having performed such extraordinary feats, even bestowing the title of King would hardly adequately recognize his achievements. But His Majesty Brad couldn't possibly relinquish his throne, could he? Qin Feng's merits were now so great that they overshadowed the Emperor, so naturally no one spoke up for him.

Just then, a figure dressed in snow-white robes stepped forward from the front of the civil officials. Come, she wore a snow-white long robe, with a beautiful woman's face embroidered in gold thread on the left chest. Her alluring face held eyes capable of bewitching the soul, and most peculiarly, her hair was composed of countless slender, emerald-green snakes!

This was none other than Duke Medusa, Robert Milosius Medusa, head of the Medusa family, one of the four great golden families of the continent and the most powerful family in the empire!

Duke Medusa could only be described as gentle and refined. With her emerald-green hair, silver eyes, and exceptionally handsome features, she didn't look like a man nearing sixty; instead, she possessed a weathered air of age. Qin Feng was also handsome, but compared to Duke Medusa, he paled in comparison.

"Your Majesty." "Duke Medusa bowed respectfully to His Majesty Brad and continued, "I believe that Duke Huwei, leading 30,000 Black Iron Cavalry from the Hengkexin Grassland, severely punished the long-standing Hulan people of my Mehes Empire. This not only enhanced the prestige of Mehes but also achieved the most fruitful victory since the founding of the nation. Your Majesty must reward him handsomely." Duke

Medusa paused, then continued, "However, it seems Duke Huwei did not receive His Majesty's order to mobilize troops this time. Rumors circulate that the Duke, relying on his high merit, disregards His Majesty and has acted recklessly in the past, even bullying the princess. I do not believe these rumors. However, such gossip is likely detrimental to His Majesty and Duke Huwei!"

A somber silence fell over the entire hall. No

one had expected Duke Medusa to say such a thing. While the first half of her statement implied a generous reward from His Majesty Brad, the second half clearly suggested severe punishment.

If His Majesty didn't reward Qin Feng, the generals of Mehes would surely be disheartened; if he did reward Qin Feng, then according to the principle of clear rewards and punishments among warlords, Qin Feng must be severely punished. To severely punish a meritorious official who had performed such extraordinary feats would, in any case, lead His Majesty to be labeled narrow-minded and jealous of virtuous ministers! Medusa's words left His Majesty Brad in a dilemma.

Below the steps, Duke Medusa, having finished speaking, looked at His Majesty Brad with a calm expression, a hint of mockery in her eyes.

A flash of anger crossed His Majesty Brad's eyes, followed by a kind smile. He said to Duke Medusa, "Then, what does Duke Medusa think I should do?"

Medusa smiled slightly and said, "I believe Duke Huwei should be promoted to Prince. However, since he mobilized troops without authorization, violating the law, and considering this is his first offense and his extraordinary achievements, perhaps it would be better to let Duke Huwei return to his fiefdom to retire." A

heavy sigh filled the hall. Letting a great hero who had just returned from the battlefield retire to his fiefdom? Letting a nearly sixteen-year-old peerless general retire? Although it sounded absurd, every word was firmly rooted in the law, leaving no room for argument.

"This… what does Duke Huwei think?" His Majesty Brad hesitated for a moment, then passed the question to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng looked at Princess Lily, who was frowning, and felt a warmth in his heart. He said nonchalantly, "I will accept Your Majesty's punishment." "Duke

Huwei is my daughter's savior. At such a young age, he has achieved unparalleled merit. Although he led the Black Iron Cavalry on a private expedition, it was out of a deep desire to serve his country. Father, please do not disappoint the hearts of the empire's soldiers." "Princess Lily, seated on her throne, spoke up.

"Hmm. I hereby announce the promotion of the First-Class Duke of Tiger Might to Prince, bestowing upon him the title of Tiger, and granting him the fief of three counties in the northwest of the Empire. Let them depart tomorrow." "Countless thoughts flashed through His Majesty Brad's mind before he finally spoke slowly.

Suddenly, a murderous aura powerful enough to destroy the heavens and the earth filled the entire Hall of Diligent Governance. Everyone inside, including Duke Medusa and Grand Marshal Chernyo, froze, unable to move. Those outside the hall sensed the abnormality immediately and rushed into the hall, only to be blocked by an invisible barrier.

His Majesty Brad felt his heart was about to leap out of his chest. He hadn't been unaware of the consequences of angering Qin Feng, but he hadn't expected it to come so quickly, catching him completely off guard!

Knight Qin Feng wasn't angry that he hadn't gained anything tangible; fame and fortune were meaningless to him. What truly enraged him was that His Majesty Brad had banished him to the edge of the empire, separating him from Princess Lily!

Enraged, Qin Feng suddenly saw Princess Lily's pitiful appearance on the throne, and his heart softened. Instantly, his overwhelming murderous aura dissipated.

"Your subject obeys the decree!" "

Qin Feng's icy voice suddenly rang out from the Qin Zheng Hall, which was filled with heavy breathing.

Chapter 153 Leaving the Capital -- Chapter 157 Dragon Clan

Qin Feng traveled thousands of miles to rescue the princess, leading 30,000 iron cavalry across the Keqin Grassland and slaughtering countless Hulan people. The news spread throughout the entire continent three days later thanks to the efforts of those who wanted to spread it. The name of "God of Slaughter" Tagore became a household name, but many people secretly called him "Killer Demon King".

Qin Feng was unaware of all this. At this moment, he was lying alone on Wangcai's back, leisurely traveling towards the Mayan Wasteland in the northwest of the Mehes Empire.

He held a somewhat worn necklace in his hand; at the bottom of the faded chain was a translucent yellow crystal with a yellowish glow. Feeling the faint warmth of the crystal and smelling its delicate fragrance, his thoughts drifted back to the scene of parting at the North Gate that morning…

Qin Feng was particularly tired that morning. Remembering that he had never given Princess Lily flowers, he ran to the courtyard early in the morning to carefully select some.

Roses were too flamboyant, lilies too overpowering; he rejected all the beautiful flowers. Suddenly, a snow-white flower caught Qin Feng's eye. It lacked the flamboyance of roses and the strong fragrance of lilies; a light and elegant fragrance wafted from its pure white petals.

As if destined, Qin Feng fell in love with this flower at first sight. He gently picked it, carefully wrapped it, and then went out alone.

"This is for you, I hope you like it." Watching Princess Lily approach gracefully, Qin Feng gently handed her his gift.

"Tulips?" A flicker of pain and relief crossed Princess Lily's eyes. She took a deep breath and gently accepted the flowers from Qin Feng, saying, "Thank you, I like them very much."

"Hehe. I'm glad you like them." Qin Feng smiled foolishly, seeing how much Lily liked them.

"It seems you finally understand..." A hint of loneliness flashed in Princess Lily's eyes as she smiled at Qin Feng.

"Of course I understand, hehe~~" Qin Feng answered casually, without thinking much of it or not noticing the look in Princess Lily's eyes.

"Hehe~~ Here, I'll give you a small gift too..." Princess Lily smiled sweetly. Like a blooming lily, Princess Lily gently untied a slightly faded yellow crystal necklace from her delicate neck and handed it to Qin Feng, softly instructing him,

"This was a gift from my mother. I'm giving it to you now. Find it a good owner for it, and bring her back to show me someday..."

"Why do I need to find it an owner? It looks quite nice on you," Qin Feng asked, puzzled.

"Don't ask so many questions, just do as I say. Remember, it must be worn by someone you consider important to you," Princess Lily instructed.

"Okay!" Qin Feng nodded, then suddenly hugged Princess Lily tightly, and in the brief moment of her surprise, gently kissed her cheek.

"Satisfied now?" Princess Lily, pulling away, glared at the grinning Qin Feng and chided him playfully.

"Hehe, then I'm leaving, wait for me!" Qin Feng waved to Princess Lily.

Princess Lily didn't speak, only smiled and waved, watching Qin Feng walk further and further away, a tear sliding down her beautiful face...

Silly boy, do you understand? Sometimes, love is harder to forgive than hate.

...

Longing for a smile. Anticipating a spring breeze. And then you just happened to pass by.

Suddenly our eyes met, our gazes burning and flashing.

The madness is harder to control

, I feel like I'm bewitched, and you gladly accept it. Don't even think about dodging ,

afraid that someone's back is making

me feel so bad. Let me think of you so badly, let me laugh at your heartlessness, you

can't even bear to avoid a desire.

Let me think of you so badly, let this moment pause. It's all

because this youthful age is too beautiful

...

"Tsk tsk, Qin boy, you really are a born romantic, sigh, it makes me want to cry~~" Qin Feng's mind was filled with the teasing spiritual energy fluctuations of Xiao Bai.

"Tch, Xiao Bai, you beasts will never understand human love, I won't argue with you anymore." Qin Feng smelled the alluring fragrance of the daughter on the yellow crystal and retorted to Xiao Bai with disdain.

"Yes, you understand love. Then tell me, what about that little elf girl, that little fox girl, that little phoenix girl? What are you going to do? Tsk tsk... Love, my foot! Humans, in a word, hypocritical!"

Qin Feng didn't refute this time, but stared blankly at the yellow crystal in front of him.

After a while, the sound of galloping hooves came from behind Qin Feng. Qin Feng came back to his senses, carefully put the yellow crystal necklace in his hand close to his body, raised his head, and looked at the sky expressionlessly.

The sound of hooves stopped thirty feet behind Qin Feng. No matter how much the rider urged him, the horse refused to move forward even half a step.

"Sasaki, Figo, and Zida report to their master with the Black Iron Cavalry! In this siege, over 1.23 million Hulan people were killed, and over 14 million amethyst coins were obtained, along with various gold and silver wine vessels and other items. The Black Iron Cavalry numbered 30,003, with not a single casualty!"

"Very good. Keep the spoils for now. From this day forward, the Black Iron Cavalry are dead on the Keqin Grassland. Now I only have 30,000 Netherworld Guards, understand?" Qin Feng's expression vanished, the look of deep infatuation on his face gone.

"Yes, sir!" the 30,000 Netherworld Guards behind him shouted in unison.

"Wangcai, speed up! Get to the Mayan Wasteland quickly and see just how desolate it is." Qin Feng sent a wave of energy to the Earth Wolf he was riding.

"Woof!" With a howl, Wangcai suddenly accelerated, speeding away like lightning.

Lily, wait for me. When I return, I will personally put this necklace back around your neck.

**********

The Imperial Study of the Mehes Empire.

Emperor Brad sat on his throne, eyes closed and face grim.

Below him, Left Chancellor Tulamu, Right Chancellor Gerhard, Grand Marshal Cherno, and others sat silently, saying nothing.

"That bastard Robert almost drove me and Tagore to a falling out! Damn it, we were used by him!" Emperor Brad opened his eyes, speaking bitterly. "

Now that Tiger King Tagore has been forced out of the capital, it's difficult to find someone to counterbalance the Medusa clan for the time being," the Left Chancellor said bitterly.

"Your Majesty, the Medusa clan is powerful now; we cannot confront them head-on. A temporary retreat and a gradual approach are the best course of action!" the Right Chancellor nodded.

"Tell me your thoughts," Emperor Brad said, rubbing his temples.

"This… Your Majesty, forgive my bluntness, but didn't the Duke of Medusa propose marriage to Her Highness the Princess on behalf of his eldest son?" the Right Chancellor asked, rolling his eyes.

"Indeed, in this way, Your Majesty and the Medusa clan will become in-laws. If the eldest princess can give birth to a son for the Medusa clan, then... the future patriarch of the Medusa clan will be Your Majesty's own grandson." The Right Chancellor sneered.

"No, absolutely not! Your Majesty is surely aware of the Tiger King Tagore's rage. Moreover, he is particularly infatuated with the eldest princess. If what the Right Chancellor says is true, then this old minister truly dares not imagine what will happen in the future!" The Left Chancellor hurriedly stepped forward and said.

"One 'no' after another, I'm such a spineless emperor!" Emperor Brad slammed his hand on the imperial table and roared.

"Your Majesty, please calm down!" The three below quickly stood up and comforted him.

The imperial study was filled with a heavy silence, with only Emperor Brad's heavy breathing remaining.

"Your Majesty, I have a plan." The Right Chancellor rolled his eyes and stepped forward.

"Speak."

"Your Majesty, the Medusa clan is currently very powerful. Your Majesty might as well feign weakness, creating the impression of being at a disadvantage. Then, secretly arrange for the Eldest Princess to spend time with Nick, the eldest son of the Duke of Medusa, and leak this information to the Tiger King. For now, Your Majesty can delay the Duke of Medusa's marriage proposal as much as possible.

After a few months, pretend you can't refuse and agree to the marriage between the Eldest Princess and Nick. I believe that, given the Tiger King's personality, he will definitely march all the way to the capital. At that time, when the Tiger King is enraged and sees his most beloved woman become someone else's bride, I can't predict what he will do..."

"Excellent, this plan is very good! Hmm, in this way, they can confront each other directly... But Lily is, after all, my daughter..." Emperor Brad nodded, but then frowned and hesitated.

"Your Majesty, this concerns the great cause of my Mehes. I think the Eldest Princess is so sensible, she will definitely agree." The Right Chancellor replied, but inwardly he cursed Emperor Brad. Who doesn't know you are ruthless? You still care about father-daughter relations? If they truly cared about family ties, what about the Eighth Prince who died mysteriously a few years ago?

"Sigh, she'll just have to suffer," His Majesty Brad sighed, then said nothing more.

**********

Duke Medusa's residence in the capital.

Duke Robert Medusa sat in his seat, taking a sip of tea. Below him, a young man who resembled him somewhat, but was much younger, stood respectfully.

"Nick, although our trip to the capital was extremely dangerous, our chances of success are quite high. You don't need to worry too much. As your father, I will definitely help you marry the woman you love," Duke Medusa said, gently setting down her teacup.

"Thank you, Father!"

"Hehe, Princess Lily is quite lovely. After you marry her, treat her well and don't let her down," Duke Medusa instructed.

"Father, don't worry. I fell in love with her at first sight. I will treat her well," Nick nodded, pursing his lips.

"Hmm." Duke Medusa responded faintly, then fell silent, closing her eyes and tapping her fingers lightly on the table beside her, producing rhythmic sounds. The Mayan Wasteland, located in the northwest of the continent, spans three northwestern prefectures of the Mehes Empire. It is arid year-round, sparsely populated, and most importantly, second only to the

Ten Thousand

Mountains in the number of magical beasts, ranking second on the continent. It is also plagued by bandits and is a gathering place for alien races.

Rather than a fiefdom, it was more of a burden. Qin Feng was unaware of this, as was Princess Lily, who had grown up in the palace. As a result, Qin Feng unwittingly embarked on his journey to the Mayan Wasteland.

The most miserable along the way were the 30,000 Netherworld Guards (formerly the Black Iron Cavalry). As the days passed, Qin Feng's longing for Princess Lily grew stronger, but he had no outlet for it. Bored, he turned his attention to the 30,000 Netherworld Guards behind him.

Every day, they'd find a spot on the road to fight. Qin Feng would single-handedly take on 30,000 of them. Initially, they hesitated to go all out because Qin Feng was their master. However, after Qin Feng issued the order that anyone who didn't go all out wouldn't be allowed to eat, they started fighting for real.

But what utterly horrified them was that Qin Feng, this freak, was practically inhuman. He moved freely among 30,000 men, leaving them completely unaware. His punches were accurate and vicious; anyone who got a chance was met with a barrage of blows. Only after beating all 30,000 men to the ground would Qin Feng arrogantly climb onto Wangcai's back and give the 30,000 Netherworld Guards a disdainful gesture.

Of course, being a punching bag was just one part of the daily routine. There were also intense physical training exercises, battle formation practice, and so on. Qin Feng wouldn't stop until he had these 30,000 men completely exhausted. The amount of exercise required to exhaust even a Grand Swordsman level expert... you can imagine for yourself. At night, they practiced an internal energy cultivation method taught to them by Qin Feng, continuing until dawn, repeating this cycle endlessly.

However, this almost abusive training also had its benefits. At the very least, the Netherworld Guards made significant progress in both physical fitness and combat skills, and more importantly, their overall strength generally improved. Initially, they were at the lower-level Great Swordsman level, but after this period of training, they could barely hold their own against mid-level Great Swordsmen. Qin Feng was even quite certain that if ten Netherworld Guards fought ten Great Swordsmen, the Netherworld Guards would definitely win. Why? Because they had practiced the Ten Deadly Killing Formations!

Days passed like this, and two months later, just as Qin Feng entered the Mayan Wasteland, he encountered a person—a giant standing two and a half meters tall, wearing a heavy full-body armor under the scorching sun, carrying a weapon weighing over four hundred pounds on his shoulder!

Qin Feng had actually noticed him long ago. However, upon seeing the large, clumsy man with a huge iron helmet, he couldn't help but chuckle. Wasn't this Kuang Tianxiong, who had already returned to his tribe?

From afar, Kuang Tianxiong, the clumsy giant, also saw Qin Feng riding on Wangcai's back and immediately started running, his entire body clattering with metal. As he ran, he roared in his booming voice, "Come on, Boss! Boss!"

A warm smile appeared on Qin Feng's lips. He jumped off the wolf's back and, using a subtle but firm kick, gave Kuang Tianxiong, who was rushing towards him for a bear hug, a powerful kick. He chuckled and said, "You're really quite the smug fellow! In this heat, you're still wearing this iron

helmet all over your body. Aren't you hot enough? Want me to build you a fire to warm you up?" Kuang Tianxiong, who had been kicked and tumbled over, scrambled to his feet, unperturbed. He ripped off his helmet, rubbed his bald head, and chuckled.

"Boss, what brings you to our area? And with so many underlings? I was just about to go to the capital to find you!" Kuang Tianxiong looked at the 30,000 well-equipped Netherworld Guards behind Qin Feng and asked, puzzled.

"Boss, I've come to join you this time. I couldn't make it in the capital, so I had no choice but to bring these underlings to join you." Qin Feng couldn't help but tease the big, goofy guy.

"No problem, boss, I'll take care of the food and lodging. It's just that our tribe doesn't have enough room for everyone." Kuang Tianxiong patted his chest to show that he was sure of the situation, but then his voice lowered as he seemed to realize he didn't have enough room.

"That's no problem. They all have hands and feet; they can build their own huts." Qin Feng said, barely suppressing a laugh.

"Alright, let's go, boss. I'll take you there. The rest of you brothers, since you're my boss's underlings, you're my brothers too. Let's go to my tribe." Kuang Tianxiong said with great loyalty, but then whispered in Qin Feng's ear,

"Boss, our tribe is poor. We can't afford the delicious food you treated me to in the capital last time. But I promise, as long as I have food, I'll never let the brothers go hungry!"

Qin Feng felt a surge of emotion welling up inside him. He didn't say anything, but patted Kuang Tianxiong's shoulder firmly.

"Let's go, boss, I'll lead the way." Kuang Tianxiong said, about to walk forward, but Qin Feng grabbed him.

Qin Feng pointed at Wangcai and said, "Let's go up together. My buddy is much stronger than you."

Like Qin Feng's shadow, Kuang Tianxiong nervously climbed onto Wangcai's broad back. After pointing in the direction, he sat motionless, his eyes darting around in their sockets, making Qin Feng both amused and annoyed.

"Tianxiong, why aren't you moving? You've been like this for three hours now, haven't you?" Qin Feng teased, looking at Kuang Tianxiong.

"Boss, I'm afraid to move."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid your big dog will eat me, I can't beat it."

"Haha~" Qin Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Boss, what are you laughing at?" Kuang Tianxiong remained in his original position, only glancing at Qin Feng out of the corner of his eye.

"It's my dog, I didn't tell it to bite you, so it won't bite you!"

"Oh, let me move it, oh my god. My neck and my arms are so sore." Kuang Tianxiong let out a miserable cry as soon as he moved.

"Boss, I have to say, your big dog is really good." After a while, Kuang Tianxiong, after returning to normal, carefully examined Wangcai, whose speed had never slowed down, and said.

"How is it good?" Qin Feng asked, smiling at Kuang Tianxiong.

"Sturdy, runs steadily, and is fast." Kuang Tianxiong thought for a moment and said.

"So what do you Kuangzhan clan usually ride?" Qin Feng asked curiously.

"We ride mammoths, but mammoths are too slow, so we rely more on our own two legs." Kuang Tianxiong said a little embarrassed.

Qin Feng smiled nonchalantly. Many things change, because he had never believed in fate.

Thanks to the local strongman, Kuang Tianxiong, leading the way, Qin Feng and his group finally escaped their previous disorientation and, after about ten days, arrived at the Berserker tribe, located in the Mayan Wasteland near the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The Berserker tribe lived deep in a forest near the Ten Thousand Mountains, lush with trees, grass, and flowers—a truly wonderful place.

Qin Feng ordered 30,000 Netherworld Guards to wait outside the forest, while he followed Kuang Tianxiong into the dense woods. The forest was incredibly lush, with thickets of vegetation. Too lazy to memorize the route, Qin Feng activated his Heaven-Shattering Earth-Striking Technique. Everything in the forest, big and small, was clearly imprinted in his mind.

"We're here! We're here, Boss!" Kuang Tianxiong, walking ahead, suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

Qin Feng smiled slightly and carefully observed the scene. About twenty feet away, a well-hidden fence was faintly visible in the grass. Then, a divine sense carrying a searching intent emanated from behind the fence. Qin Feng smiled slightly; it seemed they were quite alert. The strength of a high-level sword saint was only one step away from becoming a sword god.

"Dad, Dad, I'm back! Little Three, Little Five, Little Seven, look who's here!" Kuang Tianxiong excitedly shouted as he walked.

Qin Feng followed Kuang Tianxiong over the fence, and suddenly the scenery changed. A different scene appeared before them—

rows of simple stone houses stood neatly arranged, strings of large corn hanging on the walls. Some low-level magical beasts, such as some clumsy birds, were tied to stone blocks in front of the houses. Groups of two or three strong, shirtless berserkers were diligently doing some labor.

"Xiongwazi, didn't you go to the capital to find your boss? How come you're back so soon?" A strong voice rang out, and then a burly figure appeared in Qin Feng's sight.

"Dad, I've brought the boss back! This is the boss I told you about meeting in the capital!" Kuang Tianxiong shouted as soon as he heard the voice, then introduced him to Qin Feng: "Boss, this is my dad. He's already a high-ranking sword saint, hehe, impressive, right!"

"Qin Feng greets the clan leader." Qin Feng smiled slightly and said to the approaching figure, then carefully examined him.

Majestic, strong, and fierce—that was Qin Feng's first impression. The newcomer, like Kuang Tianxiong, had a shaved head and his features were somewhat similar to Kuang Tianxiong's, only he was more burly and mature.

"Hehe, young man, you're impressive!" Kuang Tianxiong's father stepped forward, looking at Qin Feng, who was shorter than him, with admiration in his eyes.

"Hehe, you're really something, old man." Qin Feng smiled slightly, flattering him a little.

"Haha~ You're just my type, come on, let's go inside. Xiongwa, go kill that beast at home, we'll have a good meal today."

"Okay, Dad, you and the eldest can talk slowly, I'm going."

Chapter 155 of Another World: Ancient Martial Saint Emperor.

Qin Feng followed Kuang Tianxiong's father into a stone house. The house was dimly lit, but that didn't affect Qin Feng's vision at all. The moonlight swept across, and the furnishings in the house were clearly visible: a stone table, a few stone stools, that was all.

"Young man, let me be a little presumptuous, my name is Kuang Zhan, you can call me Uncle Zhan, hehe~~" Kuang Tianxiong's father led the way into the house and sat on a stone stool, smiling at Qin Feng sitting beside him.

"Uncle Zhan, you're too kind, Tianxiong and I are brothers!" Qin Feng smiled and said.

"That's good, that's good. Hehe, oh dear, look at my memory, I still don't know your name!" Kuangzhan patted his bald forehead.

"Kid, my name is Qin Feng, Uncle Zhan can just call me Fengwazi," Qin Feng said in the tone of a Kuangzhan.

"Haha~~ Alright, Fengwazi! Tell Uncle Zhan, what brings you all the way from the bustling capital to this godforsaken place, the Mayan Wasteland?" Kuangzhan laughed heartily and asked Qin Feng.

"This is my fiefdom, there's nothing I can do about it," Qin Feng said with a wry smile.

"Your fiefdom? They're not kidding you, are they? Allocating your fiefdom here?" Kuangzhan asked, bewildered.

Qin Feng shook his head and recounted the whole story, making Kuangzhan shake his head and sigh.

"I say, Fengwazi, women are trouble. You're such a powerful person, it's not worth it for a woman!" Kuangzhan sighed after hearing Qin Feng's story.

Qin Feng smiled wryly and remained silent. Everyone knows that beautiful women can bring ruin, but how many can resist their allure? Those who fall in love are like moths to a flame, even knowing they will turn to ashes, they still go without hesitation. Don't call others foolish, don't call others infatuated; perhaps when you encounter it, you will be even more foolish, more infatuated, more insane than them.

"Fengwazi, tell me, how do you plan to handle this? See if Uncle Zhan can help you?" Seeing Qin Feng's expression, Kuang Zhan sighed inwardly and changed the subject.

When the topic turned to business, Qin Feng's expression became serious, and he looked at Kuang Zhan and said, "Uncle Zhan, I want to help you get rid of the problem that has been troubling you for so long."

"Is it the cultivation technique you taught Xiongwazi and those other young men?" Kuang Zhan nodded and asked in return.

"Uncle Zhan, has this one problem—the madness and loss of reason—been your problem for over ten thousand years?" Qin Feng shook his head and asked in return.

"Fengwazi, I'm a rough man, not as clever as you. Just tell me straight, what benefits will you bring us if I lead our Berserker Clan to follow you? Our Berserker Clan has suffered for tens of thousands of years, and I don't want my descendants to continue living such a pathetic life." Berserker stroked his bald head.

"Hehe, Uncle Zhan. Since you put it that way, I won't beat around the bush. You've seen the armor and weapons Tianxiong and the others brought back, you've seen their new cultivation techniques, and you probably know about the food and money they brought back. I can't make any promises, but as long as the Berserker Clan treats me as a brother and follows me, then at the very least, you'll be able to eat your fill, cultivate martial arts more suited to you, and appear openly in every corner of the world. More importantly, as born warriors, the Berserker Clan can appear before the world as warriors, continuing the glory of our Berserker ancestors who have lived for tens of thousands of years!" Qin Feng looked into Berserker's eyes and said.

With each word Qin Feng spoke, the Berserker's breathing grew heavier. His bare upper body, bulging with steel-like muscles, convulsed violently, and the veins stood out prominently, clearly indicating his excitement. After all, the things Qin Feng had just mentioned were things their Berserker clan had long awaited!

Half an hour after Qin Feng finished speaking, the Berserker asked in a slightly calmer, hoarse voice, "Why are you helping our Berserker clan?"

"Because you are my brothers!" Qin Feng replied without hesitation, adding silently, "And also because you and I are both descendants of the Yellow Emperor!"

"Good! Fengwa, I believe you. Since Xiongwa and his group returned from the capital, their strength has clearly improved significantly. I've seen the staff technique you taught them; it seems to have been created specifically for our Berserker Clan. Plus, you generously shared your complete Berserker Qi circulation technique with Xiongwa and the others without asking for anything in return. I have nothing but admiration for your character!" Berserker paused, then continued,

"I know there's no such thing as a free lunch. Fengwa, tell me, what do you want us to do? As long as it truly achieves what you just described, we'll do anything!" "

Uncle Zhan, don't worry, I consider Tianxiong and the others my own brothers. I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. How about I meet everyone first? By the way, I brought 30,000 men with me. Uncle Zhan, do you think they can accommodate them?" Qin Feng, somewhat amused and exasperated, replied to Berserker's seemingly determined attitude.

"No problem finding a place to stay. We're in a valley, plenty of open space. We could easily bring in another hundred thousand. The only problem is we don't have any houses right now," Kuang Zhan said, rubbing his bald head.

"As long as there's open space, they'll build their own houses," Qin Feng replied nonchalantly.

"Father, the Piss Beast is ready," came Kuang Tianxiong's honest voice from outside.

"Xiongwa, go and invite the elders over, then you take Fengwa to bring his men in," Kuang Zhan responded.

"Okay!" Kuang Tianxiong replied from outside.

When Qin Feng and Kuang Tianxiong led their 30,000 brightly armored Netherworld Guards into the Kuang Zhan clan, they were greeted by envious glances from the surrounding berserkers.

"Boss, come with me! Brothers, we have new neighbors, but we don't have any houses. Everyone, come and help!" Kuang Tianxiong said, leading the onlookers.

Seventeen bald men emerged from the berserkers. Qin Feng recognized them immediately; they were the same seventeen giants who had accompanied Kuang Tianxiong to the capital last time.

"Boss, hehe, we'll help you out."

"Thanks, brothers!" Qin Feng greeted them with a smile.

Timber was plentiful in the valley, and with these 30,000 people all being Grand Swordsmen, and with the guidance of local experts, rows of neat wooden huts quickly appeared behind the berserkers' stone houses at dusk.

Due to the sudden influx of 30,000 guests, the berserker clan's food reserves couldn't keep up. Just as the berserkers were rubbing their bald heads in worry, the 30,000 Netherworld Guards suddenly produced roast chicken, roast duck, and other food. The enticing aroma made these berserkers, accustomed to their valley life where simply being full was their greatest desire, swallow hard.

Each of the 30,000 Netherworld Guards possessed a spatial ring; only someone like Qin Feng, with his fortune of hundreds of millions of purple crystal coins, could afford to provide them.

"Come on, everyone, let's eat together. Uncle Zhan, you all help to invite everyone to eat too, hehe." After having the Netherworld Guards bring out all the edible food, Qin Feng said to Kuang Zhan.

"Alright, everyone, don't be shy with Fengwa and the others, they're Xiongwa's brothers, come on, eat with them!"

With Kuang Zhan's encouragement, the Berserkers who had been waiting for half a day couldn't resist any longer and stepped forward to eat with the Netherworld Guards.

The meal was a pleasant affair for both host and guests, and it also brought the Netherworld Guards and the Berserker clan closer together. You see, due to historical reasons, the Berserker clan and ordinary people were hostile to each other. Now, these 30,000 Netherworld Guards were living openly in the Berserker clan's valley. Besides the orders of their clan leader Kuang Zhan, the most important thing was that Qin Feng gave them a very friendly feeling, the same feeling that Kuang Tianxiong had when he first met Qin Feng.

That's why they only maintained a wary attitude towards the Netherworld Guards.

The open-air banquet lasted for over two hours. The Berserker Clan offered some of their clan's specialties, while the Netherworld Guards, following Qin Feng's instructions, brought out food from their spatial rings to share with the Berserkers—except for the alcohol, of course.

After dinner, Qin Feng, in high spirits, began treating the Berserkers' millennia-old ailment.

Fortunately, Qin Feng was now experienced, possessing a detailed understanding of the Berserkers' meridians and energy circulation methods. Furthermore, Qin Feng's internal energy had reached an incredible level, allowing him to treat groups of Berserkers simultaneously. Finally, after six hours, he had cured all 50,000-plus Berserkers. After being cured

, the Berserkers, still somewhat disbelieving, went into a berserk state. To their delight, they discovered they had retained their sanity and were keenly aware that they had entered the Sword God realm through this berserk state. They couldn't help but let out a long roar!

Seeing that the Berserker remained in a berserk state after his initial transformation, the elders of the Berserker clan also went berserk. In an instant, the entire Berserker Valley echoed with howls of varying pitch and volume.

When the last batch of Berserkers, after being healed by Qin Feng, entered a berserk state and remained in it, the entire valley erupted in cheers. Some embraced each other passionately, some even pounded the ground, and some shed tears of excitement! For this day, their Berserker clan had waited tens of thousands of years!

"Fengwazi, just for solving the huge problem that has been hanging over our heads for so long, I dare not say anything else, but from now on, our Berserker clan will definitely follow you faithfully!" the Berserker said, rubbing his slightly moist eyes.

"Uncle Zhan, we are family!"

Chapter 156 of The Ancient Martial Saint Emperor of Another World: Planning

This night was destined to be a sleepless one. The Berserker Clan, freed from their millennia-long affliction, gathered around the huge bonfire in the center of the valley, men, women, and children alike, feasting on large chunks of roasted meat that they could only enjoy during festivals, drinking large bowls of fine wine that they dared not touch normally, shouting their Berserker Clan's war song, and dancing the passionate and unrestrained Berserker Clan's dance. As their savior, Qingfeng and his 30,000 Netherworld Guards were naturally regarded as benefactors and became the main recipients of toasts. Fortunately, Qin Feng had divine protection and accepted all the toasts, only managing to get those Berserkers who wanted to get drunk drunk to the ground, unable to get up. The valley was still bustling with activity until midnight.

Inside a secret cave in the Valley of Mad Warriors, Qin Feng, the patriarch of the Mad Warriors clan, Mad Warrior (father of Mad Warrior Tianxiong), and an elder of the clan sat in a circle. In the center were dozens of jars of fine wine that Qin Feng had taken from his spatial bag.

"Feng boy, we're rough men. Now that we've decided to work with you, tell us how we're going to get started," Mad Warrior asked Qin Feng, grabbing a jar of wine, breaking the seal, and taking a large gulp. Instantly, the entire cave was filled with the rich aroma of wine.

Qin Feng, seemingly oblivious to the nine pairs of eyes fixed on him in the cave, smiled and slowly said, "To develop, we simply need to start with the four aspects of clothing, food, shelter, and transportation. But before that, I'd like to learn about the situation in the Mayan Wasteland."

“Alright, let me introduce it to you. The entire Mayan Wasteland not only spans three northwestern counties of the Mehes Empire, but also borders the wolf tribes of the orc race, and also occupies a county of the Redstone Kingdom. The wasteland can be described as a world of alien races. Among the largest races, besides our Berserker race, there are the Titans, Dwarves, Winged People, Goblins, and Orcs.”

“So what is our relationship with these alien races?” Qin Feng asked casually.

"Since our various races were once enemies of humanity, we still have some ties with each other. However, overall, life is still very difficult for us. We are relatively more familiar with the dwarves and Titans. Because the dwarves are skilled in forging, we obtain some of our daily ironware, such as iron pots, by trading magic crystals or furs with them. As for the Titans, due to their enormous size—adult Titans are as tall as three of us—and their strength is unparalleled, they require far more food than we do. Therefore, almost all of their two thousand people hunt in the Mayan Wasteland every day to obtain sufficient food. The magic crystals they obtain from hunting magical beasts are often taken by us to exchange for food." "

As for the goblins, they're practically the trash of the Maya now. Besides robbing some passing trade routes, they do nothing but greed. Strangely, many times when human mercenary groups went to hunt them down at their goblin caves, they mysteriously disappeared.

The winged people live in the dense forests at the border of the Mayan wasteland and the Ten Thousand Mountains, rarely active, their exact numbers unknown; while the orcs on the Mayan wasteland are mainly werewolves, numbering a full four hundred thousand. As for the other smaller races, we haven't paid much attention. But the most annoying thing about the Mayan wasteland are those bandit groups, appearing and disappearing without a trace, making them impossible to guard against!" After finishing, Mad Warrior downed his wine in one gulp, his eyes drifting to the next jar.

"So, the Mayan wasteland is quite a complex web of power struggles," Qin Feng said with a mocking smile, stroking his chin.

"Fengwazi, what do you think we should do?" Mad Warrior asked, voicing the concerns of the elders.

"So, is there a city or town in the entire Mayan Wasteland?" Qin Feng asked instead of answering.

"There's a small town, with only about ten households, and a branch of the Mercenary Guild, about thirty miles to the east, called Purple Moon Town," Berserker replied.

"Well then, let me share my thoughts. To develop, it all boils down to four aspects: clothing, food, housing, and transportation. The dwarves are skilled in forging, so we can cooperate with them; food is what the entire Mayan Wasteland lacks most, but we can exchange for it; as for housing, since the entire Mayan Wasteland is my territory, I've decided to investigate and build a city, and everyone can move there with me in the future; as for transportation, the main issue is solving the Berserkers' movement speed problem. This can't be rushed, so let's take it slow and put it aside for now." Qin Feng said casually, seemingly unconcerned about the eight gaping mouths in the cave.

"That's all?" After a while, Berserker asked tentatively.

"Glug... How much more complicated do you think it needs to be?" Qin Feng took a swig of wine.

"Um... Wind Boy, could you be a little more specific?" Berserker swallowed hard and asked.

"It's really all about profit. Dwarves love wine, so we just need to brew good wine and then trade it for weapons and armor! Then we can sell the remaining weapons and armor elsewhere to get food, and that solves our food problem. Along the way, I've discovered that the Mayan Wasteland is actually extremely rich in resources, vast and abundant, with very fertile land—it's a treasure trove! Hehe, just wait and see, it won't be long before this becomes the richest place on the continent!" Qin Feng said confidently.

However, when he saw the nine pairs of bewildered eyes in the cave, Qin Feng couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It seems the saying that the Berserker clan are born warriors, widely circulated across the continent, is indeed true!

"Fengwazi, we don't know anything about what you're saying, and we're too lazy to think about it. Anyway, from the first moment we saw you, we felt like you were one of our own. We believe you wouldn't harm our Kuangzhan clan, so don't try to reason with us. Just do whatever you say." Kuangzhan glanced at the other eight elders, then stroked his bald head and said to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng felt a surge of warmth in his heart, a gentle current rising from the depths of his soul. He looked sincerely at the Berserker Clan and the eight elders in the cave and said, "Don't worry, Tianxiong is my brother, and you are all my elders. I truly consider the Berserker Clan my own people!"

Qin Feng paused, then continued, "Now that our Berserker Clan has overcome the symptoms of losing reason during berserk mode, it means we can truly return to the battlefield we've been away from for ten thousand years."

"Yes, ten thousand years! Our so-called race of born warriors has been utterly pathetic for over ten thousand years! Feng boy, go ahead and do it! Every single one of us in the Berserker Clan is a true man. Go ahead and carry out your plan!"

Qin Feng nodded solemnly, a sinister smile creeping into his eyes. His gaze sent a chill down the spines of the Berserker Clan and the eight elders in the cave; a bad premonition gripped their hearts. Those kids were in for trouble… In the dense forest where the

Berserker

Clan resided, a large group of men with gleaming bald heads and bare torsos, revealing muscles comparable to Yan Shize's, were exhaustedly performing frog jumps, dodging trees as they jumped. Sweat poured down their naked bodies like a torrential downpour.

Behind them, a Berserker clad in imposing black heavy armor, carrying a gleaming spiked club, roared arrogantly, "Brothers, keep going! We've already won three events in this all-around test. If we win this one, the armor and clubs delivered yesterday are yours! Just imagine, that solid heavy armor, that handy club, tsk tsk! If you want them, hurry up! Come on, hurry up!" The voice sounded remarkably similar to Kuang Tianxiong's.

Hearing the armored Berserker's roar behind them, the frog-jumping Berserkers, their faces flushed red, gritted their teeth, and surprisingly increased their pace.

Inside the Berserker Valley, on the newly opened training ground, Qin Feng stood quietly on the command platform, seemingly waiting for something. A huge hourglass, bathed in the setting sun, steadily released sand. On the training ground, a batch of jet-black heavy armor and rows of spiked clubs, each weighing at least four hundred pounds and gleaming coldly in the sunset, were neatly laid out.

Finally, from the distance, several black dots appeared, hopping frantically towards the training ground like frogs.

"Damn it, jump faster, or the equipment will be gone! Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Kuang Tianxiong roared again, his loud voice booming.

"Come on, brothers! Tianxiong's team has already won three events! If they win this one, this batch of equipment will be gone! Come on!" another gruff voice shouted, not to be outdone.

A slight smile appeared on Qin Feng's lips. These berserkers were truly adorable.

In the distance, a large group of berserkers, hands on their heads, necks flushed, hopping like frogs, charged fiercely forward against the setting sun. Behind them, two burly men in black armor, wielding spiked clubs in their right hands, cheered their respective teams on as if in a competition.

"Aha, we won again! Brothers, we're still the strongest! Hehe, wait for the boss to give us the gear!" Kuang Tianxiong's team, having finally won by a narrow margin, embraced each other joyfully after confirming their victory.

Conversely, the defeated team sat dejectedly on the ground, panting heavily, watching the victorious team huddled together with envy.

Before the sand in the hourglass ran out, the last berserker thousand-strong squad arrived at the training ground.

A satisfied smile appeared on Qin Feng's face. The Berserker Clan truly lived up to their reputation as born warriors; just two months of hellish training had given their physical abilities a qualitative leap! The Mayan

Wasteland

, the largest wasteland on the continent, and the Ten Thousand Mountains, the largest mountain ridge on the Wood Continent, were located at the intersection of these two "largest." This was a peculiar jungle, a dense, impenetrable forest where lush foliage blocked out the sky, and the thick grass on the ground was knee-deep. Danger lurked within the jungle; since the beginning of recorded human history, no one had ever conquered it. Moreover, it was home to all sorts of magical beasts, not to mention level nine, there were even legendary level ten sacred beasts or even higher eleventh-tier divine beasts!

Qin Feng was currently in this mysterious jungle, lying on Wangcai's back, holding a wine pouch, contentedly squinting his eyes, lost in thought. Thanks to the divine beast Wangcai leading the way, Qin Feng hadn't seen a single magical beast within a ten-mile radius.

Of the other four alien races, he had already made contact with the dwarves and the Titans, and reached agreements with both races, so they were now essentially one. The 18,000 berserkers selected from the Berserker race, after undergoing his hellish training, had experienced

a significant leap in physical abilities. The weakness after going berserk had been reduced to a quarter of an hour. Coupled with the correct introductory techniques of the Chaotic Demon Body Technique, the Shaolin Marrow Cleansing Classic, and the Mad Demon Staff Technique, their average level had reached that of a high-ranking swordsman. If they went berserk, they could reach another level. However, if he couldn't find them suitable mounts, they would forever remain infantry, never becoming the berserker cavalry he envisioned.

"Qin boy, are you here sightseeing or to find mounts for those big oafs?" Tiger Soul Bazabaza's spiritual energy fluctuations echoed in Qin Feng's mind.

"Isn't that obvious?" Qin Feng replied irritably.

"You're the one talking nonsense. Although Wangcai isn't an adult yet, it's still a descendant of the Earth Wolf, only one level below me. In this world, it's considered a divine beast. You're riding a divine beast here, what kind of bullshit magical beasts would dare to dart around in front of you?" Tiger Soul retorted without hesitation.

"So that's why I haven't seen a single magical beast in three days! You little brat, Tiger Soul, are you trying to become an energy body? You know where the problem lies but didn't point it out!" Qin Feng said angrily.

"Tch, don't try to scare me. You're an idiot and you're blaming me. I saw you lying comfortably on Wangcai's back with your eyes closed. I thought you were relaxing and enjoying yourself." Tiger Soul appeared in Qin Feng's mind with a smirk.

"Hey Wangcai, how can you be so stupid? It's understandable if I don't know, but you're a divine beast yourself, and you haven't uttered a sound. You're really stupid. Sigh, like boss, like underling." Qin Feng deliberately shook his head.

"Damn it, Qin kid, who are you talking about? Damn it, so what if I'm Wangcai's boss? When have I ever been stupid?" Tiger Soul's pig-like roar echoed in Qin Feng's mind. Qin

Feng curled his lip, giving Tiger Soul an expression that said, "You're obviously stupid," which made Tiger Soul speechless with anger.

Wangcai, having suppressed its divine beast aura, was now no different from an ordinary gray wolf, except for being much larger. As a result, the once quiet forest gradually regained its vitality, and some small animals slowly appeared in Qin Feng's sight.

For the next month or so, Qin Feng lay on Wangcai's broad back, squinting his eyes. The spiritual energy controlled by the Heaven-Shattering Earth-Shattering Technique swept across the surroundings like radar, clearly imprinting all the animals within a radius of several miles into Qin Feng's mind.

"This kind of bear looks incredibly slow. No way. This kind of horse looks good, but it can't withstand those big guys who wear iron armor and wield weapons, weighing nearly 900 pounds. This deer is quite fast, but... sigh, finding a mount isn't easy. No wonder they've been riding mammoths, which are slower than walking, for thousands of years." Qin Feng muttered to himself, lying on Wangcai's back.

Suddenly, Qin Feng, who had been muttering to himself on Wangcai's back, abruptly sat up, frowning as he looked into the depths of the jungle.

"Little White, did you feel that? A very powerful energy fluctuation." Qin Feng asked the Tiger Soul in his mind.

"Hmm... Hmm? Wangcai, quick, quick, go to the place where the energy fluctuation came from, go fast, go quickly!" The Tiger Soul's spiritual energy fluctuation, which had been speaking in an official tone, suddenly became unusually excited, instructing Wangcai.

"Okay, boss, boss Feng, hold on tight, I'm about to go at top speed! Awooo~~~" Wangcai responded, but was interrupted by Hu Po's impatient mental energy just as he was about to howl:

"What are you yelling about? Hurry up! If you fail, I'll take your body!"

Startled by Hu Po's words, Wangcai swallowed the rest of his roar, tucked his tail between his legs, and in a flash, he covered dozens of feet, disappearing into the jungle in a few strides.

"Hey, when did our Tiger God get so impatient? Tsk tsk, I didn't realize..." Qin Feng tightened his legs around Wangcai's waist, experiencing Wangcai's lightning-fast speed, faster than a bullet train or maglev train, and teased.

"Qin kid, this Tiger God won't argue with you anymore, but you'll have to help me later, finding a physical body isn't easy..." Hu Po's slightly tense mental energy fluctuations came through.

"What? You found a suitable body for you? Didn't you say there weren't many bodies on the entire continent that could accommodate your vast spiritual energy? How come you've found one now?" Qin Feng asked, his face lighting up with delight.

"It's not that there aren't any, originally there weren't. Well, how should I put it? We've encountered a once-in-a-millennium opportunity. It seems this Tiger God has a chance to find a reserved female tiger for a deep exchange. Hehe, it seems following you isn't so bad." Tiger Soul's excited spiritual energy fluctuations emanated.

"Tell me more."

"Well, how should I put it? Just now I sensed an energy fluctuation no less than Wangcai's. Although it's far inferior to my original body, it's still top-tier in this world. And it's only recently born, its spiritual energy is far lower than mine. Hehe, more importantly, there are four large-bellied lizards that seem to be its natural enemies guarding it nearby. They're probably waiting to kill it as soon as it's born~~" Tiger Soul explained excitedly.

"Large-bellied lizards? That's the dragons of this world, right?" As the most powerful beings on this continent, what kind of animal would warrant the dragon race sending four dragons to deal with it? Qin Feng had been in this world for six years, and he had heard of dragons, creatures considered top-tier powerhouses by the mainlanders.

"What dragon? Dragon my foot! These big-bellied lizards aren't even good enough to fill my teeth. Dragon? Damn it! Only China has dragons! Although my master was tricked by that old man Yinglong back then, at least Yinglong's strength was comparable to mine, so he deserved to be called a dragon. These damn reptiles dare to call themselves dragons? Damn it, I'll wipe them all out later! Wangcai, you run faster, don't let those little reptiles destroy my body!" "Tiger Soul retorted disdainfully.

At the full speed of Wang Cai, the Earth Wolf, Qin Feng and his group arrived at the scene in about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Beside a golden lake deep within the jungle.

The lake, approximately 500 meters in diameter, seemed to be boiling, its waters constantly churning. Golden light shone from beneath the surface, dazzling like shattered gold with the rolling water.

Within a hundred feet of the lake, there were no plants. Four enormous dragons, each about ten feet tall, with two horns on their heads and two wings on their backs, their bodies covered in fine scales the size of gold coins, stood around the golden lake in four directions. On their massive dragon heads, two lantern-sized eyes stared ferociously at the churning lake surface, wisps of white vapor rising from their nostrils. The four dragons were silver, red, blue, and yellow."

"These are the dragons of this world? They are indeed far superior to the dragons I once shot down, both in terms of imposing presence and size. But these four dragons seem to be only comparable to a sword god-level expert, right?" Qin Feng muttered to himself, perched on Wangcai's back.

"Bortok, Asheritak, Rivakonat, get ready. The lake is boiling over. That thing is about to appear. As soon as it surfaces, use your dragon breath to suppress it for about a minute. This will give me enough time to cast my dragon language magic and kill it completely. Do you understand?" The silver dragon, standing to the east and larger than the other three, raised its massive head and commanded the other three dragons in a slightly aged voice.

"Yes, sir, Lord Murikshuivit!" The other three dragons bowed their heads respectfully.

The silver dragon nodded in satisfaction, a hint of pride flashing in its huge eyes, before it fixed its gaze on the golden lake.

"Lord Murikshuivite, is this legendary creature truly in this lake?" The small, blue dragon standing to the west asked in a melodious female voice.

"Of course. Arthuritako, my child. This was ordered by His Majesty the Dragon Emperor; it is absolutely true," the silver dragon Murikshuivite nodded.

"But this is too unbelievable! We are the strongest beings on the continent, the noble dragon race. How could we fear a mere unborn creature?" the blue dragon Arthuritako asked, still with disbelief.

"We dragons have long lifespans, experiencing the longest of all time. There are many things you cannot understand now. When you grow up, you will know things you cannot know now," the silver dragon Murikshuivite said.

Just then, a brilliant golden light rose from the lake's surface, shooting straight into the sky. Then, a tremendous energy erupted from the lake's depths.

"Watch out, it's coming out!"

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