The ground was littered with broken corpses, blood flowing and flesh flying everywhere. The scene was extremely terrifying!
"Is this an army? They are clearly evil spirits straight out of hell!"
Emperor Qinwu stared at the bloody scene before him, his face deathly pale. He felt as if a centipede was crawling down his spine, making goosebumps erupt all over his body!
The Prisoner Army was too brutal!
Even someone like Emperor Qinwu, who had fought and killed on the battlefield, could not stomach such a cruel and merciless army!
"Qin Xiao... he actually had such a trump card!"
Emperor Qinwu suddenly turned his head and stared fixedly at Qin Xiao, his Adam's apple bobbing, his face full of shock.
Without him realizing it, his forehead had become drenched in cold sweat.
From this moment on, he realized he could no longer understand the son he once knew.
"Ugh!"
Empress Dowager Wen and Qin Rumeng were scared pale. The stench of blood assaulted their noses, making them kneel on the ground and vomit continuously.
Not only that, but their pants were soaked through.
They had clearly wet themselves in terror at this gruesome sight.
"No! This is impossible!"
A desperate, hoarse roar drew everyone's attention.
Shen Han stood frozen in place, his eyes wide as he watched his Arhat Army being slaughtered at will, and even eaten on the spot!
He looked around; the sound of wailing filled his ears, and the scene before him was like an Asura hell!
"They are not human... they... they are starving ghosts from hell!"
Shen Han clutched his head and fell to his knees, his entire body turning ice-cold.
A chill shot up from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!
It sent shivers down his spine and made his hair stand on end!
The three thousand Arhat Army he had cultivated... just... eaten like that?
Shen Han looked at Qin Xiao. The man remained as calm and composed as ever, his eyes as still as an ancient well, as if he had been in control of the entire situation from the very beginning!
"Qin Xiao, you are so cruel! You actually raised an army of demons!"
"So what if you win? You are too brutal! After you die, the gods and buddhas in heaven will not let you off! You will definitely go to hell and suffer the eighteen tortures!"
Qin Xiao shook his head and chuckled. He stepped in front of Shen Han, looking down at him from above, a mocking look in his eyes.
"Cruel? That is merely the consolation of the weak."
"How many bloody scenes become legends of the victors, praised and sung by future generations for thousands of years."
"You think I am cruel, but why don't you look at how many young girls' lives you used to cultivate these three thousand Arhats?"
Hearing this, all color drained from Shen Han's face.
It was true!
When it came to methods, he was the one who stopped at nothing.
He was the one who harmed the innocent.
But he was just not resigned to it!
Three years ago, he was easily defeated by Qin Xiao. Today, three years later, he had made full preparations and paid any price, yet he was still defeated by Qin Xiao.
That extreme sense of frustration rushed toward him from all directions like a tidal wave.
He was like a drowning man struggling desperately, only to watch himself sink little by little to the bottom of the water.
All his persistence, all his efforts, seemed so pale at this moment.
His whole life seemed like a ridiculous joke!
"Qin Xiao, don't be so smug! You will soon go to hell to accompany me!"
Shen Han's face twisted in madness, his eyes filled with a crazed light, and he threw his head back and laughed wildly.
"Prince Qi will arrive tomorrow with an army of half a million. In the face of absolute power, your army is nothing but a mantis trying to stop a chariot!"
"I'll go down first, and when the time comes, you can keep me company! We'll die together!"
His laughter was ear-piercing, and he looked completely insane!
Qin Xiao looked down at him from his high vantage point, a playful look on his face, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.
"Didn't you really want to know my true strength?"
"I'll tell you..."
He softly spat out two words.
"Martial Saint!"
Shen Han looked at Qin Xiao in horror, his pupils dilating in sheer disbelief!
The piercing laughter came to an abrupt halt at this moment!
"No... how is that possible! How... how can your strength be so terrifying!"
Shen Han trembled all over, staring at Qin Xiao in disbelief.
He couldn't believe that Qin Xiao had actually reached the Martial Saint realm.
The current Qin Xiao could rightfully be called the number one in the world!
"Pfft!"
Shen Han's face flushed red, and he was literally so angry that he spat out blood.
Blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose!
"No... no! I don't believe this is true!"
Shen Han's eyes were bloodshot, and he was hysterical. His mind had suffered a heavy blow, and his body trembled.
Along with his shouts and unwillingness, he slowly went limp, his hands dropping to his sides.
Even in death, he remained in a kneeling posture.
A generation's formidable figure, his curtain fell just like this!
After Shen Han's death, the system's voice sounded.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations to the host for completing the task! Since Qin Rushuang is courting death, send her to her death! Betroth her to the capital circle's Buddhist son Shen Han, and let her know how painful her past choice was! Reward: Provisions for a million-strong army for one year! One ton of Sage Yuan seeds! Ten tons of various fruit and vegetable seeds!]
Qin Xiao raised an eyebrow, a joyful light flashing in his eyes.
With the provisions for a million-strong army, the soldiers at the Northern Liang border would have food to eat.
As for these Sage Yuan seeds, they were the most important of all!
Qin Xiao called up the information on the Sage Yuan seeds.
[Sage Yuan Seeds: Yields one thousand kilograms per mu annually! Equivalent to twenty shi!]
[Description: Children of my Hua Xia, even if you are in another world, you must remember to eat.]
Qin Xiao felt his blood rush straight to his head. His chest heaved, and his passionate heart burned hotly.
Look!
This was the sage of his Hua Xia!
Once planted and cultivated, no one in his Great Qin would ever starve to death again!
However, the system's rewards had only just begun!
A series of system notification sounds exploded wildly in Qin Xiao's mind!
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for killing the capital circle's Buddhist son Shen Han, completely disrupting the storyline, and greatly reducing the protagonist Qin Yu's luck!]
[Reward: Human Emperor Divine Weapon: Xuanyuan Sword!]
[Reward: Heaven-rank sword technique "One Sword Opens the Heavenly Gate"]
[Reward: Exotic Beast Mount: Qilin Horse!]
The series of rewards made Qin Xiao's eyes widen involuntarily.
These rewards were simply too rich!
He raised his hand, and an ancient, simple golden longsword appeared in his grasp.
The sword light was dazzling, its sharp edge exposed, emitting a dense imperial sword aura.
Reflected on it were the figures of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and the common people!
Qin Xiao held the Xuanyuan Sword. A dragon's roar and tiger's howl resounded through the heavens, making the mountains tremble!
He felt that with just one swing of the sword, the heavens would collapse, the earth would split, and the mountains and rivers would shatter.
When Lu Fengxian and Jia Xu saw this sword, for some unknown reason, an urge to kneel and worship swelled in their hearts.
"Your Majesty, what kind of divine weapon is this?"
Jia Xu couldn't help but ask.
Holding the Xuanyuan Sword, Qin Xiao gently swung it, and a wisp of sword intent slashed out.
Boom!
The earth cracked open, and the forest in front of them was split in two, creating a hundred-zhang-wide ravine!
"This sword is named Xuanyuan!"
Qin Xiao's eyes shone terrifyingly bright, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.
He had fought across the world for many years, and all his treasures had been given to the bloodsucking family.
He himself didn't have any divine weapons or sharp blades, and this Xuanyuan Sword perfectly made up for his shortcoming.
"What? This is actually the legendary Sword of the Human Emperor!"
Thump.
Jia Xu fell straight to his knees and bowed deeply to Qin Xiao.
"Congratulations to Your Majesty on having this divine weapon recognize you as its master! Your Majesty is the one chosen by heaven, and will unify the four seas and eight wastelands for all eternity!"
Lu Fengxian stood frozen in place, scratching his head, not understanding why Jia Xu was so excited.
However, he simply copied the gesture and knelt on the ground.
"Your Majesty, I feel the exact same way!"
Was it not just a divine weapon?
Lu Fengxian was uneducated, so he did not understand the true weight of the Xuanyuan Sword.
But Jia Xu understood it perfectly.
This was the legendary weapon of the Human Emperor. Whoever obtained it could rightfully claim to be the orthodox ruler of the world!
When they set out to conquer the realm in the future, they would have a fully justified cause.
As the orthodox Human Emperor, is it too much to ask to reclaim my lost territories?
At this moment, Jia Xu's blood boiled. His heart swelled with boundless heroism, and he submitted to Qin Xiao with absolute sincerity!
After all, following an ambitious and visionary lord was the ultimate dream of every strategist!
Lu Fengxian: "Duh..."
He lowered his head and picked at his fingernails, feeling completely bored.
He had no idea what Jia Xu was getting so fired up about.
Was it not just a sword?
Although he was a bit envious, Lu Fengxian still preferred stabbing people with his Sky-Piercer Halberd.
Hearing Jia Xu's declarations of loyalty, Lu Fengxian yawned, finding it all rather dull.
Suddenly, a strange rustling came from the woods.
Lu Fengxian's ears twitched, and he sharply turned his head.
A Qilin horse leaped out from the trees!
Covered in crimson scales and radiating a majestic aura, it galloped swiftly toward Qin Xiao with flames trailing beneath its four hooves.
"Neigh!"
The Qilin horse raised its head and let out a resounding cry to the heavens.
All the beasts in the surrounding area instantly prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to move a muscle.
It was as if they were bowing in submission to their king.
Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, the Qilin horse, its hooves still treading on flames, came to a halt right at Qin Xiao's feet.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
