Zhao Zheng spoke for a long time about his ideas, which shook Qin Ran to the core. In fact, it could be summed up in one sentence... He wanted to change the sect's cultivation of immortals to the dynasty's cultivation of immortals.
He wanted to gather the spiritual energy of the Land of Immortal Legacy and redistribute it through the dynasty. This was just like a great government gathering the country's resources and distributing them according to certain rules.
If spiritual energy was a kind of resource, and if the dynasty was strong enough, it could indeed be done.
An idealist deserves admiration. A capable idealist is terrifying. And a capable idealist with extremely high motivation could make the whole world tremble.
It took Qin Ran a long time to recover. He realized that he had finished the tea in his cup... He looked up at Zhao Zheng and felt only terror.
"Your Majesty!" He spoke respectfully, "It is indeed feasible to use formations to gather spiritual energy... Your combat plan is also flawless. Unifying the six countries before the sects react, then building formation bases in the land of the six countries, and finally activating the great formation to plunder spiritual energy and have it under your control. By reaching this point, those cultivation sects would naturally fall under your control as well.
"But...why did you tell me? I'm just a minor Golden Core cultivator, unable to help or hinder you."
"No," Zhao Zheng shook his head. "Brother Qin, you are very capable. You have knowledge and foresight, able to see through my layout and plans. You are adept at pill refining, formation building, and teaching. Your cultivation is high, yet such knowledge of pill refining and formation building is rare. You are very talented. Why not join me and realize this great dream together?"
So...
Qin Ran thought, was this an olive branch? Or a plot to entrap him?
"What if I refuse?" he asked.
Zhao Zheng glanced across at him. Sitting there was the Xuanqin High Priest.
"I do not fear death," said Qin Ran.
...He was just a clone.
The High Priest smiled and asked, "Is it because you are just a clone?"
Qin Ran's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the High Priest.
This master at the Divine Transformation realm had not uttered a word earlier when Zhao Zheng spoke to him, as if he did not exist. Now that he spoke, his tone and demeanor felt familiar to Qin Ran. "Try sensing your original body," the High Priest said.
Alarmed, Qin Ran hastily tried to connect with his original body... Indeed, there was no response.
"Although exquisite, your clone has a Primordial Spirit as its core," the High Priest said. "I don't know how you obtained this technique, but as someone at the Divine Transformation realm, I understand Primordial Spirits and clones better than you.
"You thought being a clone made you unafraid of death. But I can sever your connection to your original body and even kill your original body through you."
Qin Ran recalled how a cultivator in black had greeted his clone with a bow, killing it instantly and nearly affecting his original body.
Now he felt true fear.
Taking a deep breath to suppress his fear, he looked at the High Priest, then Zhao Zheng, and suddenly understood: "A clone? You're not Zhao Zheng?!"
"No, I am Zhao Zheng," Zhao Zheng smiled and explained to Qin Ran, "It took me five hundred years to find this way of building a cultivation dynasty. Hence, two hundred years ago, I returned to the Land of Immortal Legacy and established Xuanqin... For two hundred years, I comprehended this completely - how to build a cultivation dynasty. Only then did I begin planning with a clone."
So the Xuanqin Emperor and the Xuanqin High Priest were the same person.
Having learned such a shocking secret, Qin Ran fully understood now that he only had two options today - join them or die. He knew too much for Zhao Zheng to let him live.
Resigned to his death, Qin Ran completely relaxed. Tapping his fingers lightly on the tea table, he said, "Before I die, I have three questions left."
"Go ahead," Zhao Zheng nodded.
"First..." Qin Ran asked, "Why don't you start from Xuanqin? Transform Xuanqin into a cultivation dynasty first, gain sufficient strength, then steadily expand outward?"
Zhao Zheng replied, "The spiritual energy of just Xuanqin would be insufficient for the dynasty to contend against even a large sect. It would also expose me too early, allowing other major sects in the Land of Immortal Legacy to ally against me. But the Land of Immortal Legacy is relatively remote and independent. If I can integrate the whole place at the right moment, I will obtain a dynasty of supreme power, able to handle external enemies then."
"A dynasty of supreme power, could it also have masters at the Realm of Ascension?"
"Dynasty, empire, celestial dynasty. And at the celestial dynasty stage, it would be comparable to the South Ridge Immortal Sect."
Qin Ran understood. He nodded and asked again, "Second, you know I have some grasp of formations. So I understand the manpower and resources required for such a grand formation are immeasurable. It cannot be completed in a short period... During this time, how will you guard against the sects?"
"I have arrangements for that..." Zhao Zheng replied, clearly unwilling to elaborate.
Seeing that, Qin Ran moved on, "Third, although I'm just a clone, I know myself very well. When I cannot defend Wuyi City, when I die accidentally, when all is irredeemable, I will do something extreme."
As he spoke, he took out a porcelain bottle from his cosmos pouch and placed it on the table. "This pill is called the Death Pill. If I throw one of these into the moat of Mo City, come morning you'll see a city full of corpses. So you may win, but your armies in North Chu will die; your people in Xuanqin will be killed by the Death Pills I've secretly left behind. What will you do then?"
Zhao Zheng's expression changed slightly. "How many of such pills do you have?"
"As many as I want - I refined them myself," Qin Ran said candidly.
After long silence, Zhao Zheng finally said, "You don't want to die or serve me, so name your terms."
"I'm very awed by your plans, very respectful of your character. I didn't think there could still be someone like you in this dog-eat-dog world." Qin Ran said,
"I really want to join you, but thinking of the endless challenges that would follow this grand endeavor makes me feel tired. I'm just a shut-in, such pioneering work can only be done by people like you.
"So I don't want to hinder your plans. Equality for all, immortality for all, all living freely like dragons - that is what I want to see. No wonder the Cloud Heaven Sect supports you, you really are remarkable.
"But I also cannot let you destroy North Chu..."
"So I have to shamefully use this Death Pill to negotiate terms with you. Please spare North Chu. I will have North Chu help you build the necessary formations within its borders. How about that?"
...Qin Ran's clone disappeared from his perception after that. Three days later, his original body in Wuyi City received a message from the clone:
"Xuanqin is withdrawing its troops!"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?!
