Their conversation reminded you.
At this current point in time, the three great powers—the Great Qian Dynasty of the Central Plains, the Hundred Nations Alliance of the Southern Frontier, and the Tribal Alliance of the Northern Reaches—were at war.
No wonder they were so sensitive to someone dressed in Central Plains attire like you.
In the Northern Reaches, there were many nomadic tribes, and their leaders were called Khans.
The middle-aged man in golden armor who captured you and brought you back was called the Great Khan, which meant he was the common leader of all the tribes.
In other words, he was the person with the highest status in the entire Northern Reaches, and this war against Great Qian was led by him.
"Old man, confess honestly. Which Central Plains army are you spying for? How much military intelligence have you gathered, and how much have you sent back? Tell me everything exactly as it is! Otherwise, I wonder if you have heard of our Northern Reaches' 'Sheep-leading Ritual'. I guarantee that once you experience it, you will never want to return to the Central Plains again, hahaha!"
The Great Khan threatened you.
You stood in the tent, neither servile nor overbearing.
"I am not a spy. You are mistaken. I am merely passing through."
"Where did you come from?"
"I came from the Demon Realm."
The Great Khan was stunned for a moment, and then he and all the generals burst into roaring laughter.
"Are you playing with me?!"
The Great Khan suddenly flew into a rage. The air inside the tent instantly turned freezing cold, and a tyrannical aura swept out, nearly blowing the military tent away.
"Believe it or not, I just happened to land in the Northern Reaches. I am no Central Plains spy. I am an inner sect disciple of the Limitless Sword Sect of the Eastern Wasteland, deeply valued by the Sword Master. I have in my possession the 'Sword Dao Manuscript' and 'Exclusive Beauty Secret Formula' that he personally gave me. You will know once you take a look!"
You took out a portion of the manuscript from your storage ring and tossed it in front of the Great Khan.
The Great Khan reached out suspiciously, and the papers on the ground automatically flew into his hand.
"It really is Sword Dao insights. This isn't something an ordinary person could write. Could it truly belong to the Sword Master?"
The Sword Master was in the prime of his life; it was highly unlikely that anyone could snatch such personal items from him.
The Great Khan silently tucked away those pages of Sword Dao insights and casually threw aside the beauty secret formula.
"Oh... so you are a disciple of the Sword Master. Although the Sword Master and I have never met, I have admired him for a long time. We must properly entertain a disciple of the Sword Master. Men! Prepare a banquet!"
"There is no need to be polite, Great Khan. I am in a hurry to return to my sect to report back. Just let me leave."
"What's the rush? The two armies are currently at war, and the lands are in turmoil. It's too dangerous for you to be running around alone."
You knew that this Great Khan wouldn't believe your words just because of a manuscript.
He needed time to verify your identity.
Therefore, he would not allow you to leave during this period.
More than half of the Great Khan's direct subordinate generals in this tent had cultivation bases above the Martial King Realm. They were neither foreign races nor ghosts. It would be too difficult for you to force your way out using martial prowess.
You decided to temporarily cooperate, hoping they would find out the truth as soon as possible.
You temporarily settled down in the central military camp of the Northern Reaches' Great Khan.
The conditions in the army were harsh. In a daze, you felt as if you had returned to your second simulation, back to your experiences serving in Sun Chengen's army.
Two months later.
Clop, clop, clop...
The sound of horse hooves treading on the green grass approached.
A unit of light cavalry escorted a prison cart into the camp.
Inside the prison cart was an old general wearing Central Plains military armor. His half-white hair hung loosely in front, obscuring his face.
"Why does he feel a bit familiar..."
You moved a bit closer, looking past the layers of guards, wanting to see who this Central Plains man was and whether he might be someone you knew.
The Great Khan walked out of his military tent with a solemn expression. He came to the front of the prison cart and asked coldly.
"Are you Shen Qingshan, the lowly Valiant Cavalry Captain who has repeatedly ambushed my supply routes? To think you succeeded time and again with merely a Golden Body Realm cultivation. Those grain transporters are truly useless trash!"
Shen Qingshan?
Third Brother-in-law!
Fifty years had passed. Shen Qingshan's martial arts cultivation had advanced from the Spirit Gathering Realm to the Golden Body Realm, and his official position had risen from a Minor Banner Officer of the Demon Slaying Division to a Valiant Cavalry Captain.
With Shen Qingshan captured, you wondered how Third Sister and Shen Jia were doing.
Your fists instantly clenched, but you didn't act impulsively right away.
For the past two months, you hadn't just been idling away your time here. You had already figured out the camp's defenses and personnel distribution with absolute clarity.
To save Shen Qingshan, you had to find another suitable opportunity.
If you acted rashly, both of you would likely lose your lives here.
"Bring him into my tent. I will interrogate him personally!"
The Great Khan brought Shen Qingshan into the military tent and dismissed everyone else.
You retreated to the stables, pretending to help scrub the horses' backs.
Then, you stealthily used the Myriad Soul Banner to cast the eavesdropping technique 'Myriad Ghosts Flocking to the Market', releasing a wisp of a phantom invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people, which flew into the corner of the Great Khan's tent.
This soul would transmit everything it saw and heard to the Myriad Soul Banner, acting as your eyes and ears.
The Myriad Soul Banner reminded you.
"Brother, this Great Khan of the Northern Reaches is no small fry. Our trick might fool an ordinary Martial King Realm expert, but it probably won't be easy to keep him from noticing."
"I know."
But you had to know the situation inside the tent so you could decide your course of action based on the circumstances.
If the Great Khan was only interrogating him and Shen Qingshan's life was not in danger, you would wait for the right moment to save him.
If the Great Khan intended to harm Shen Qingshan, you would have to intervene, even if it meant risking the exposure of the Nine Provinces Cauldron.
Inside the Great Khan's military tent.
The normally rugged, bold, and uninhibited Great Khan of the Northern Reaches unexpectedly revealed a rare tenderness toward Shen Qingshan.
You: "?"
You only heard the Great Khan say, "In these times of war and chaos, nowhere in the Central Plains is peaceful. Shen Qingshan, have you taken good care of my third sister and my niece?"
You: "???"
Shen Qingshan's face was equally full of question marks. "What does the Great Khan mean by this?"
The Great Khan laughed, "Why still call me Great Khan? I am Chen Yun's eldest brother. I am... Hmm?!"
Suddenly, the Great Khan's gaze turned incredibly fierce as he looked toward the wisp of the phantom you had released.
He sensed that someone was spying!
Bang!
With a flat palm thrust, the wisp of the phantom you released was scattered on the spot.
Immediately after, the Great Khan locked onto the person who released the soul slave in a single second. Taking one step, he was already outside the tent, and with another step, he arrived at the stables.
Smack!!
The Great Khan grabbed you by the neck and lifted you high into the air.
"I said long ago that you were a Central Plains spy. It really is so!"
The Great Khan's sudden move alarmed many people in the military camp.
A crowd of military officers hurriedly rushed to the vicinity of the stables, wanting to know what had happened.
You could see that this Great Khan was not hiding his killing intent toward you in the slightest at this moment.
With his cultivation realm, he could take your life at any moment. You wouldn't even have the chance to pull out your slingshot.
In this critical moment, you could only make a desperate attempt and treat a dead horse as a living one.
"Eldest Brother! I am your biological younger brother!"
[ "Ridiculous! Who in the Northern Territory doesn't know that I, Husi Khan, have no brothers or sisters? I am merely one of the previous Great Khan's two hundred adopted sons!" ]
[ "Are you not Chen Jing? The eldest son of Chen Youfu from Luoding Village, Baiyun County, Baling Commandery of Qingzhou!" ]
[ You clearly felt the powerful hand gripping your neck loosen significantly. ]
[ You finally managed to catch your breath. ]
[ "Who exactly are you?" ]
[ "Big brother! I am your fourth brother, Chen Yi!" ]

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

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.”