The frantic screams inside the carriage slowly subsided into silence.
The Prince of Yan's face was ashen. He slumped onto the bed, his eyes hollow, looking like a walking corpse.
At this moment, he had lost everything!
Even staying alive was an extravagant hope.
The old eunuch glanced at him, his voice as flat as ever. "Your Highness the Prince of Yan, whether you feel hatred or resentment, once we reach Great Qin, everything will end."
The last bloodline of the Li Tang imperial family certainly could not die at the hands of the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou.
If he had to die, he must die in Great Qin.
Only then would the fiercely loyal followers of the former Li Tang dynasty emerge from hiding.
They would cast aside everything, go completely mad, and annihilate Great Qin!
One must know that the foundation of an empire is never as simple as it appears on the surface.
The predecessor of Wu Zhou, Li Tang, was a celestial empire that awed the four seas and received tributes from ten thousand nations!
In its court, fierce generals were as numerous as clouds, and strategists fell like rain!
Formidable experts and martial masters were countless!
However, because of the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou, these people were either killed or suppressed into retirement.
They seemed to have vanished without a trace.
But whether in the political arena or the military, their prestige remained extraordinarily high!
Once the Prince of Yan died in Great Qin...
...they would absolutely go crazy!
The carriage moved slowly forward, heading in the direction of Great Qin.
...
Meanwhile.
The imperial edict of the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou was being rushed to Mobei at a speed of eight hundred miles a day!
Within seven days, it had already arrived in Mobei.
Instantly, the entirety of Mobei boiled over!
The Mongol Royal Court.
"What did you say? The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou has issued an edict telling us to attack Great Qin?"
Upon the tiger-skin throne.
A burly, majestic middle-aged man, built like an iron tower, suddenly stood up.
A pair of sharp, eagle-like eyes stared fixedly at the Wu Zhou envoy.
A terrifying aura transformed into overlapping waves of air, sweeping through the entire yurt!
Immediately, the Wu Zhou envoy felt as if a massive mountain was pressing down on him, making it difficult to breathe.
Even with his forehead covered in sweat, he had to nod tremblingly.
"Y-yes! Her Majesty asked me to pass on a message to the Mongol King: Great Qin is domineering and disrespects the majesty of Wu Zhou. Great Qin must be made to pay the price."
Standing before the tiger-skin throne, the Wu Zhou envoy spoke with great difficulty.
Hearing this.
The middle-aged man on the tiger-skin throne suddenly burst into a wild laugh!
His beard and hair flew wildly, and brilliant light shot from his eyes as they opened and closed, like an awakening lion!
A monstrous will to fight permeated the entire Mongol Royal Court!
At this moment, all the soldiers felt this battle intent. They drew their weapons one after another, letting out beast-like roars!
"Hahaha! I never expected that Qin Xiao would actually become the Emperor!"
"Interesting, this is truly too interesting!"
His tiger-like eyes seemed to be burning.
What burned was not anger, but a battle intent that was excited to the absolute extreme!
In the past, the two of them had fought countless times on the battlefield.
Every single time, he was the one who lost.
But Qin Xiao was also unable to kill him.
Now, he was no longer the Mongol King he used to be.
His strength had advanced by leaps and bounds!
He longed to fight another battle with that man from Great Qin!
But when he heard that Qin Xiao was returning to the capital...
He knew that Qin Xiao's merits were so great they threatened his sovereign, and he would undoubtedly die.
At that time, he had felt a bit of regret.
If Qin Xiao died, wouldn't he lose a worthy opponent?
Now, hearing that Qin Xiao had become the Emperor, he finally had the chance for a hearty and exhilarating battle once again!
"Great Qin! Qin Xiao!"
The Mongol King took a step forward, stirring up an unmatched, powerful gale!
Amidst the rolling waves of air, he opened his throat, and his vigorous voice echoed in the skies above the Mongol Royal Court!
"Qin Xiao! This time, this king will definitely trample you beneath my feet!"
His strength had already broken through to the Martial Saint realm, making him invincible in this world!
He wanted to fight Qin Xiao again and wipe away his past humiliations!
Seeing the wildly laughing Mongol King, the Wu Zhou envoy couldn't help but remind him in a low voice:
"Your Majesty, when will you dispatch your troops to attack Qin Xiao?"
The Mongol King's gaze froze.
A mountain-like oppressive force suddenly crushed down toward the Wu Zhou envoy!
He narrowed his eyes and said flatly, "Why should this king report to you on how I conduct my affairs!"
The envoy immediately grew anxious: "Your Majesty, this is the command of the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou..."
"The command of the Female Emperor of Wu Zhou?"
The Mongol King snorted coldly and said with disdain, "A mere Wu Zhou dares to give orders to this king!"
"Men! Drag him away! Kill him!"
As his words fell, two burly men strode over and dragged the Wu Zhou envoy away.
"You... you cannot kill me...!"
At death's door, the Wu Zhou envoy was still struggling.
The Mongol King paid him no mind at all, his eyes indifferent to the extreme.
"No one dares to give orders to this king!"
"No one can stop me from killing whoever I want to kill!"
As the Mongol King, he had never been subject to any restraints.
Much less would he obey anyone's orders.
That Wu Zhou was no exception!
Afterward, the Mongol King swept his gaze over the assembly of military generals inside the yurt.
"Warriors, tell me, Wu Zhou is offering us passage to deploy our Mongol troops against Great Qin. What should we do!"
The Mongol generals raised their fists and shouted loudly without hesitation.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The Mongol King nodded in satisfaction.
This was his prestige.
A single sentence was enough to make everyone submit.
"Winter is approaching, and our Mongolia happens to need grain and fodder to survive the winter. Going to Great Qin will first allow us to seek our revenge, and second, to plunder their provisions!"
"Everyone, the one we are about to face is the former King of Qin, Qin Xiao, the Grand General of Mobei. Do you have the courage to follow this king into battle?"
With a loud shout.
All the generals responded in unison.
"We vow to follow the Great Khan to the death!"
At this moment, the entire Mongol Royal Court was seething!
There was no one in all of Mobei who did not know of Qin Xiao's formidable strength!
In the past, Qin Xiao had single-handedly shut out all the tribes of Mobei.
Preventing them from advancing even a single inch!
Now, the opportunity had finally arrived!
With Wu Zhou offering passage, they wouldn't need to go through Mobei and could detour directly to the borders of Great Qin.
After all, Mobei had a million-strong army stationed there; trying to swallow such an army would undoubtedly be as difficult as ascending to the heavens!
The Mongol King pressed his hands down.
The group of generals gradually quieted down.
"Do not fear. In this battle, this king will surely win!"
"This king will use Qin Xiao's head to announce to the whole world that our Mongolia is the true master of Mobei!"
The Mongol King looked down at everyone and burst into laughter, his tiger eyes flashing with a strange light.
"To deal with Qin Xiao, our Mobei must naturally march out in full force!"
"After all, how he attacked us in the past is a debt we remember very clearly!"
"Men! Notify the thirty-six tribes of the plains, the Xiongnu Royal Court, and the Turkic Royal Court!"
"In three days, our Mobei forces shall assemble and jointly crusade against Great Qin!"
"But..."
A general knelt on one knee and spoke hesitantly.
"Great Khan, according to the news we have received, the Xiongnu King has already submitted to Great Qin..."
A look of difficulty appeared on his face.
The Mongol King shook his head disdainfully.
"Is she the only king in the Xiongnu Royal Court? Is she the only one who can command the Xiongnu Royal Court?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the generals were stunned.
Then, sudden realization dawned on them.
Before this Xiongnu King, there was another king.
It was just that this Modu Chanyu was too cruel.
He would use any means necessary to expand the Royal Court.
He had committed shocking massacres.
Any tribe that dared not submit to the Xiongnu Royal Court was slaughtered—men, women, old, and young alike!
It could be said that the tribes exterminated by Qin Xiao were not even a third of those wiped out by Modun.
After all, when Qin Xiao led his troops to conquer Mobei, these tribes could still flee and hide.
But Modun was a true son of the grasslands. Catching their scent, he slaughtered those tribes to the last man.
When Modun was being pursued by Qin Xiao, no one came to his aid, leaving him to fend for himself.
It was at this very moment that Modun's sister seized control of the Xiongnu royal court with an iron-fisted, ruthless grip!
She even dispatched troops to hunt Modun down.
From then on, Modun never recovered from this setback and vanished without a trace.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
