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nTranslator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

nGreat Feng Empire.

nAt the capital, on the city tower.

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nMo Shenghong squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.

nNot far away, he saw a group of soldiers setting up camp.

nWith his cultivation, he could only see the situation at the camp at a glance, but even that had shocked him.

nAt a glance, there were no less than a thousand Nascent Soul Stage cultivators in the Great Qin Army camp, more than a hundred soul-formation commanders, and more than a dozen advanced stage cultivators.

nMo Shenghong felt a sense of heaviness.

nIt seemed that the Great Qin Empire was determined to have the bloodline of the human emperor.

nBeing able to become the Master of the Great Qin Empire, Mo Shenghong naturally had his own methods.

nOne day’s time was enough for him to figure out the ins and outs of the matter.

n“The bloodline of the Human Emperor?”

nA strange look flashed across Mo Shenghong’s eyes.

nIn the history of the Eastern Wastelands, there had been three figures who had been closest to the human immortal. Everyone called them the three emperors of the Eastern Wastelands.

nThe Emperor of the East, the Emperor of the Earth, the nameless man, and the Emperor of the human world, Black Heaven!

nThe three emperors had all reached the peak of the ninth transition of the Ascension Realm. Although they had yet to become human immortals, their bloodlines had already become mystical. If the descendants had extraordinary talent, they could activate the bloodline of the Emperor.

nAnd once the bloodline of the emperor was activated, there would be no cultivation shackles below the human immortal realm.

nWhat did it mean to have no cultivation shackles? Even if it was a pig, as long as it did not die, it would be able to cultivate to the Ascendance Realm.

nOne black word and one black word. The two were very similar.

nWhat many people did not know was that the royal family of Dafeng was the descendant of the human emperor.

nFor hundreds of years, no one had activated the human emperor’s bloodline. Who would have thought that there would be two in this life.

nThe glory of the human emperor was bound to be restored. I, Dafeng, will be happy!

nJust as Mo Shenghong was feeling excited, he suddenly frowned.

nThe wind blew past the city tower and the flags fluttered!

nTwo figures slowly walked down the stairs.

nOne of them was dressed luxuriously and had a faint smile on his face. The other old man in black followed closely behind him.

nThe old man in black looked like he was on the verge of death and even his steps were a little shaky. However, Mo Shenghong still felt a faint pressure from him.

nMo Shenghong’s pupils suddenly constricted.

nHe had reached the peak of the Crossing Calamity Stage!

nThe middle-aged man walked up the city tower.

nFrom the top of the tower, one could see everything within a radius of ten miles.

n“Your Majesty is in a good mood. Today, I came to the city gate to take a look. I wonder if you can see the scenery that you like.”

nMo Shenghong did not reply. He turned around and descended the city tower.

nA leisurely voice carrying the aura of the Crossing Calamity came from all directions.

n“I wish you a great victory. I will hold a banquet in Great Palace to wait for your triumphant return!”

n“Ha! An old fox who thinks he is!”

n…

nIn the blink of an eye, the next day arrived.

nThe first ray of sunlight shone on the mountains in the early morning.

nAt the foot of the mountain gate of the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect, a large group of cultivators soared in the wide sky.

nA large dragon-shaped flag, black armor, and the Qin character with a large seal could be seen, and were very eye-catching.

nThe leader was a middle-aged man dressed like a scholar and holding a feather fan.

nThis person was great Qin’s ambassador, Chen Youliang.

nAll of his subordinates had extraordinary cultivations, and they gave off shocking Killing Intent from bottom to top.

nPerhaps no one knew of Chen Youliang’s name, but the Chen family army behind him was quite known in the Eastern Wastelands.

nNot only were there many empires that they had won, but they were also famous for their ruthlessness.

nDuring one of the negotiations, the Chen family army had even killed hundreds of thousands of surrendered soldiers from a dynasty.

nThey were quite famous for their mercilessness, and they had never suffered a single defeat.

nThis had directly established the Great Qin Empire’s position as one of the top three powers in the Eastern Wilderness.

nAt that moment, Great Qin’s forces had all stopped in front of the mountain gate.

nThere were nearly ten thousand people moving, but not a single sound was heard!

nAn austere Killing Intent assaulted their faces.

nChen Youliang lightly waved his feather fan and said to a Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect disciple guarding the mountain.

n“Go! You’re a guest from afar. Quickly get your Sect Master to come out.”

nAfter the attack from the Great Feng Empire last time, they were now prepared to face this group of people.

nA red signal flare rose into the sky, and the long sword symbol lingered in the air for a long time.

nA moment later.

nA few streaks of light flashed down in the air.

nZhuang Changhe and several Peak Masters of the Mysterious Sky Sword Sect appeared in front of the mountain gate.

nAs soon as they landed, a strange expression appeared on Zhuang Changhe’s face.

nIt was obvious that he had recognized the origins of these people.

nThe weakest among the group of people in front of him was at the high level of the Nascent Soul Stage, and they agreed that they were all Mahayana stage cultivators. Zhuang Changhe had only felt the pressure emitted by the elder behind Chen Youliang, from the Grand Elder.

nHe was obviously a cultivator in the tribulation stage.

nOne of the elders received Zhuang Changhe’s signal and turned around to leave in a hurry.

nZhuang Changhe took a step forward and recalled the origins of these people in his mind.

n“I am Zhuang Changhe, the leader of the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect. Fellow Daoist Chen, May I know why you have come all the way to the Mysterious Heavenly Sword Sect?”

n“Oh! It’s nothing important. I am only here to pick up a person!”

nChen Youliang’s tone was calm, as if he was describing a very simple matter.

n“May I ask who you’re picking up?”

nZhuang Changhe suddenly had a bad premonition.

n“The wife of the third prince of the Great Qin Empire, Mo Yuanqing!”

nEveryone from the Mysterious Sky Sect froze when they heard that.

nThe smile on Chen Youliang’s face deepened when he saw the strange expressions on everyone’s faces.

n“Hand her over, or do you want me to send soldiers to invite her out? It’s your choice.”

nZhuang Changhe’s heart sank.

nWhy was it Mo Yuanqing again? Last time, it was Dafeng who had come to snatch Mo Yuanqing, and now it was great empire.

nJunior Sister, your precious disciple is really in demand!

nEven though Great Qin and Dafeng were both dynasty legacies, their strength and foundations could not be compared.

nHowever, asking him to hand Mo Yuanqing over?

nWas that possible!

nZhuang Changhe smiled bitterly and shook his head.

nThe strength of a sect did not lie in one’s short-term cultivation, but in the belief that everyone in the sect would continue to strengthen themselves!

nIf a sect were to push its disciples out whenever something happened, what would become of their core cohesion and sense of belonging? Who would join such a sect!

nNot to mention that Mo Yuanqing had received the inheritance of the ancestor, or that she was a disciple personally taken in by Bai Xueling.

nAs long as she was still a disciple of the sect, the Blackheaven Sword sect would not let her down, even if the person who came was someone they could not afford to offend.

nNo matter who came today, he still had the same words.

n“My Blackheaven Sword Sect has a female disciple named Mo Yuanqing. However, it seems that she is not married yet, so it is impossible for her to be the wife of the third Prince as mentioned by Dao Brother.”

n“How about this? Since You’ve come all the way here, why don’t I host a banquet to welcome you?”

n“Haha! Sect Master Zhuang, are you trying to force us to drink a forfeit instead of a toast?”

nA cold laugh followed.

nBefore everyone could react, they were sent flying by an irresistible force.

nA hunchbacked shadow instantly appeared in their line of sight.

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nOn the other side.

nOn the Sunset Peak.

nA youth dressed in white was standing quietly on the peak. Two beautiful figures were sitting in front of him with their eyes closed.

nThe faint sunlight shone on the youth’s body. It was as if he was wearing a set of golden armor. He looked energetic and otherworldly.

nWhen the purple glow on the horizon gradually disappeared.

nMo Yuanqing and Su Yan’er opened their eyes at the same time.

nTwo streams of white gas flowed out from their mouths and noses, shooting straight into the sky like a waterfall, and then disappeared into the air.

nSu Xing quickly walked over.

n“Junior Sisters, how do you feel now?”

n“The method Senior Brother mentioned is indeed effective. I feel that the power of the golden core has become a bit stronger.”

n“Thank you for sharing the method, Senior Brother.”

n“There’s no need to be polite between us, senior brother and sister. Moreover, this is what Master told me to give to you. If you want to thank her, then thank her, Master.”

nSu Xing still had the same style.

nIf there was anything that was hard to explain, he would just push it all to the mysterious beautiful master.

nIt worked every time, and it worked every time!

n“Ding! Host has learned the true meaning of returning to the mortal world. You have taught your Junior Sister the innate breathing technique. You have received a critical hit. You will be rewarded with 300 years of cultivation!”

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