Loan Wusheng

"By imperial decree: Summon Prince Yan Zheng Xing, Prince Feng Zheng Heng, Prince Liu Zheng Lun, Prince Feng's heir Zheng Feng, and Princess Anxin Zheng Yan to the Taiji Palace for an audience immediately, without delay!"

Inside the Taiji Palace, Zheng Jun immediately issued an edict summoning his relatives to come and see him.

The others all knew this, and this Prince Zheng Heng was his uncle. When Zheng Jun conferred the title, he also conferred the title of prince upon this uncle whom he had never met.

Zheng Jun summoned them now because he was certain of what he was thinking.

If there truly is an extraterrestrial being seeking to steal the origin of this world and has chosen one of his own kin, then Zheng Jun will have no choice but to devise a way to lure him out.

It doesn't matter if we can't fish them out. As long as we keep these relatives under our noses, even if that guy really intends to steal the source of fortune, he won't be able to carry out his plan to steal the source.

"Yes."

Huiyue, who was serving at Taiji Palace, immediately accepted the order and said yes.

Huiyue abandoned Buddhism and followed the Han dynasty, but there was no place for her to use her talents within the Han dynasty. So she stayed in the Taiji Palace as the Grand Palace Attendant, in charge of the palace maids and eunuchs in the imperial city. She was the Empress's right-hand woman and also took on security duties.

Of course, with Zheng Jun, who possesses the Dharma Image, in charge, this security work was basically not difficult and was just a nominal position.

After receiving the order, Huiyue did not leave. Instead, she hesitated for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, the King of Kucha in Qizhou recently requested permission to present a group of beautiful young women and dancers."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jun didn't seem to have much of a reaction. He simply said, "In that case, let's bring her into the palace as a lady-in-waiting."

The dancers from the Western Regions certainly have a unique charm.

You can try it.

Anyway, now that I'm in charge of the 'Taiji Palace', I have to make it look like I'm all out in force. I have nothing else to do. If I can have some beauties from the Western Regions to enjoy, that would be great.

The spring night is short and the day is high, and since then the king will not go to court early.

I have been fighting wars for ten years, can't I enjoy myself a little?

Upon hearing Zheng Jun's words, Huiyue immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then bowed and accepted the order to deliver the message.

After Huiyue left, Zheng Jun also manipulated the 'Taiji Palace' and marched towards Qingzhou with the army.

Zheng Jun could also sense the auras of the three Dharma Aspect True Monarchs of Qingzhou.

Three.

Zheng Jun rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache coming on.

If there were only one or even two, Zheng Jun wouldn't be too afraid of them. After all, this is the Central Plains, and Zheng Jun has been absorbing the spiritual energy of the earth's veins all the way here. When he mobilizes it, it is enough to suppress two Dharma Images. But there are three of them in Qingzhou.

This made Zheng Jun feel a bit awkward.

However, Zheng Jun was also well aware that the three Dharma images of Qingzhou would absolutely not dare to confront him head-on.

After all, having cultivated to this level, no one wants to die or perish at this moment, nor do they want to suffer a serious injury.

The higher one's martial arts level, the more selfish one becomes.

No one would choose to sacrifice themselves for someone else's ambition.

Therefore, even with three Dharma Masters in Qingzhou, Zheng Jun was able to anticipate the enemy's moves.

The core objective is simple.

Abandoning the Venerable Qingxu Wanfa and the Venerable Shennong of Nanshan, they attacked only one person.

Upper Cave Subduing Dragon True Lord!

There's nothing I can do, my friend.

Blame it on your bad luck; it just so happens to be the 'secret of heaven' that I need.

The Dharma form is unique, so it can only kill you.

With this thought in mind, Zheng Jun slowly rose from the Nine Heavens Cloud Platform and gazed towards Qingzhou.

The clouds over Qingzhou were like boiling water.

Zheng Jun stood with his hands behind his back in front of the Taiji Palace, his purple-gold dragon-patterned imperial robe fluttering in the wind.

With eyes gleaming like lightning, his imperial aura and true essence hung like an inverted galaxy, and the phantom of the Nine Cauldrons appeared and disappeared behind him. The dharma form of the Son of Heaven was revealed, and with each step he took, the entire world seemed to tremble.

"coming!"

On the coast of Jiaodong County in Qingzhou, although they were thousands of miles apart, the three Dharma Image True Lords who were discussing countermeasures looked up at the same time and were able to keenly sense the killing intent released by Zheng Jun.

The whisk in the hand of Master Qingxu Wanfa moved automatically without wind, the medicinal hoe at the waist of Venerable Shennong of Nanshan hummed, and the expression of True Lord Fulong of Shangdong changed drastically.

He could clearly feel the killing intent that was locked onto him.

It was murderous intent directed at himself.

Fulong Zhenjun gritted his teeth, his face extremely ugly.

He didn't know why, but Emperor Zheng Jun of Han's murderous intent was directed only at him!

Could it be because he resented saving Emperor Yongchang and plotted to steal the title of 'Lord of the World'?
But this hasn't been implemented yet, and there's no hatred between them!

Fulong Zhenjun's face was serious, completely unable to fathom why Zheng Jun was targeting him.

It was precisely because the killing intent was mainly focused on Fulong Zhenjun that Wanfa Shangren and Shennong Zunzhe relaxed considerably and smiled.

The Dharma Master of the World is practically invincible in the Central Plains.

Now that Emperor Zheng Jun of Han has such a strong desire to kill Fulong Zhenjun, they can relax a lot if a fight breaks out.

Master Wanfa and Venerable Shennong naturally felt somewhat relaxed.

Just as Zheng Jun revealed his Dharma form, the clear sky suddenly darkened, and purple energy swept in from the east, instantly covering the entire sky above Linzi City.

Nine giant cauldrons, each as majestic as a mountain, swirled in the clouds. Their handles collided, producing a thunderous roar that shook the mountains and caused rocks to fall.

Linzi City is now a place where people come together.

The Yongchang Emperor, the King of Qi, the King of Wei, the King of Han, and the King of Yue, who were originally locked in a chaotic battle, now stood together, gazing at the enormous Dharma image on the horizon, their eyes filled with resentment.

after all……

This 'Lord of the World' Dharma form originally belonged to the Li family of the Zhou Dynasty!

Now, this guy surnamed Zheng has usurped the position!
This naturally caused some dissatisfaction among these Zhou royal descendants.

If they hadn't been fighting amongst themselves, how could this guy surnamed Zheng have taken advantage of the situation!

Thinking of this, the men's faces darkened, and they clenched their fists, wishing they could kill Zheng Jun on the spot.

But there was nothing they could do; Zheng Jun was already a Dharma Aspect expert, and they could only look up to him now.

At this very moment, the sky above Qingzhou was ablaze with clouds.

Zheng Jun's 'Lord of the World' Dharma form was over a thousand feet tall, with purple-gold dragon shadows entwined around the nine cauldrons, and every step he took caused the void to tremble.

The people of Linzi City saw the sky suddenly split open into a thousand-foot ravine, and the phantom images of nine giant cauldrons rotated like millstones, covering the three thousand miles of mountains and rivers under the emperor's might.

Seeing this, the Yuan Dan Martial Saints of the Zhou Dynasty felt even more desperate.

The position of Dharma Master is terrifying indeed!
“Fellow Daoist Fulong, it seems the Han Emperor is after you.”

Above the clouds, Master Wanfa lightly swept his whisk, and three hundred and sixty illusory stars appeared around him, each star reflecting the rudimentary form of a supernatural power.

Although he spoke with a smile, he quietly took half a step back, forming a pincer movement with Shennong.

The True Lord Fulong's face was ashen, and a bronze compass image appeared above his head.

The compass was covered with obscure Dao patterns, and as the pointer spun wildly, it stole all the spiritual energy within a hundred miles. Fulong Zhenjun said with a sinister look in his eyes, "Hmph, it is still unknown who will win!"

Before the words were finished, the nine tripods suddenly collided.

"clang!"

A resounding boom, like the grandest bell in Chinese music, exploded out, and the compass of the True Lord Fulong cracked open with three fissures!

Zheng Jun gave them no chance to explain. With a clenched fist, a purple-gold dragon claw emerged from the clouds and slammed down with the power to suppress all directions!
At this very moment, Shennong Venerable swung his hoe fiercely, and his seemingly hunched body, like that of an old farmer, suddenly expanded, transforming into a giant Dharma form with the sky above his head, and thousands of spiritual herbs grew between the lines of his skin!

One by one, towering medicinal herbs sprouted from the soil, forming a green wooden barrier that blocked out the sun.

The moment the dragon claw collided with the green wood, the entire sky seemed to be torn in two!

The shockwave swept across thousands of miles, and the coastline of Jiaodong County collapsed by more than ten feet in an instant. The tsunami was evaporated into white mist before it even began!
Emperor Yongchang and his entourage, who were watching the battle from within the city, were struck dumb and coughed up a mouthful of blood!
"This is... the power of the Dharma Form?" King Wei clutched his chest in horror.

His cultivation at the Yuan Dan realm was as insignificant as an ant at this moment; the aftershocks alone were enough to make his meridians feel like they were about to rupture.

Although his father was strict in the past, he had never shown him any overwhelming pressure.

The sight of the four Dharma images battling in the air has indeed greatly shocked King Wei.

However, there was one thing that shocked the King of Wei.

That is, in the entire city of Linzi, the soldiers and civilians at the Outer Gang and Qi Accumulation Realms were not affected by the aftershocks of this Dharma Image at all. Only Yuan Dan Martial Saints like him were injured by the Dharma Image's aura when they witnessed the battle between the Dharma Image True Monarchs!
For a moment, I was still shaken.

On the walls of Linzi, both the Zhou dynasty's garrison and the Han army outside the city looked up at the sky, their pupils reflecting the terrifying scene that seemed capable of tearing the heavens apart.

Unlike the Yuan Dan Martial Saint, they were not intimidated by this energy wave originating from the essence of the body, but they could only see a rough outline of it.

Above the sky, four divine figures confronted each other like gods and demons, and each collision caused the mountains and rivers to tremble.

"Then...what is that?!"

A Zhou soldier at the Qi Accumulation Realm felt his legs go weak. He saw the clouds being torn open, creating a rift that stretched for thousands of miles. The purple-gold dragon shadow and the bronze compass were locked in a fierce battle in the void. Each clash unleashed blinding flames that stung people's eyes and brought tears to their eyes.

"Close your eyes! Don't look directly at them!"

One of the outer generals gave a low shout, but he couldn't help but squint and peek. He could vaguely see a thousand-foot-tall emperor phantom shattering the green wood barrier with a wave of his sleeve. Nine giant cauldrons spun like millstones, grinding the spiritual herbs in the sky into dust!

"Your Majesty...can we really win?" Seeing this, Shu Weiyuan couldn't help but feel despair and asked in a trembling voice.

As a Yuan Dan cultivator, he naturally knew the significance of a battle between Dharma Aspect cultivators, but at this moment, he was just like an ordinary soldier, only able to seek answers from Emperor Yongchang, somewhat unaware of the outcome.

Emperor Yongchang stood on the city tower, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet his fists were clenched tightly.

Although he couldn't see the details clearly, he could feel the overwhelming imperial might: it was the 'Lord of the World' Dharma form that should have belonged to the Zhou Dynasty!
Now, however, it shines brightly in the hands of the enemy.

"The Dharma form of True Lord Fulong... has cracked!"

The King of Wei suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up and saw that cracks were spreading on the bronze compass. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the purple-gold dragon shadow slashed down with its claw and tore off a corner of the compass!
This scene instantly filled everyone in Linzi with despair.

"Your Majesty's Divine Power!"

The Han cavalry cheered and jumped for joy outside their camp, their shouts echoing like a mountain roar.

Although they couldn't see clearly, they saw the purple aura of their own camp pressing down on Linzi City like a raging tide, while the three enemy Dharma images were retreating steadily.

This is enough to prove Your Majesty's divine power!

Your Majesty is mighty!

"..."

As the four Dharma images fought, the sea of ​​clouds in the sky above was churning and boiling.

The bronze compass image above the head of True Lord Fulong cracked, and the torn corner turned into specks of blue light and dissipated into the world.

His face was as pale as paper, and he swallowed a mouthful of blood as his throat bobbed.

The physical form is damaged, and the soul is as if it has been torn to pieces!

Fulong Zhenjun is in a very bad state of mind. For some reason, Zheng Jun is targeting him relentlessly during the battle, to the point that a corner of his Dharma form is damaged.

However, Venerable Shennong and Master Wanfa suffered no damage. They were merely restraining Zheng Jun and did not launch any attacks. This made True Lord Fulong feel as if he was carrying two powerful support characters, and the effect of 1+1+1 was less than 3!
"Why aren't you two using your full strength, fellow Daoists?!"

Fulong Zhenjun roared fiercely, and the compass needle spun wildly, forcibly stealing the spiritual energy within a radius of three hundred miles.

The spiritual energy transformed into cyan chains, attempting to entangle Zheng Jun's purple-gold dragon shadow.

Master Wanfa swept his whisk lightly, and the illusory images of three hundred and sixty stars suddenly lit up.

A dazzling beam of light shot out from each star, weaving together in the sky to form a vast net.

He appeared to be ruthless in his attacks, but he always maintained a subtle distance from the battlefield.

Those beams of light, though seemingly overwhelming, actually mostly landed around Zheng Jun's image, serving only as a restraint.

"Fellow Daoist Fulong, please don't be anxious."

Shennong's hunched body suddenly swelled up, and countless vines sprouted from the cracks in his skin.

The vines bore crimson fruits, each one exploding and causing the void to tremble. Yet, these fruits deliberately avoided Zheng Jun's vital points, exploding only three zhang away from him, stirring up a cloud of poisonous mist.

Zheng Jun stood in the center of the Nine Tripods, his imperial robes fluttering in the wind.

He coldly observed the three dharma statues' attacks, each harboring its own ulterior motives, and suddenly sneered, "You cowards!"

The three of them, working together, instinctively had a slight advantage, but now, each with their own ulterior motives, they were actually being suppressed by themselves!

Live it!

Before the words were even finished, the earth suddenly trembled violently.

The earth veins of twelve states, including Qizhou, Yunzhou, and Liangzhou, surged and rolled out simultaneously, breaking through the clouds like giant dragons and converging into the Nine Cauldrons.

Zheng Jun's 'Lord of the World' Dharma form instantly solidified tenfold, and the purple-gold dragon shadow roared to the sky, the sound wave shattering the clouds within a thousand miles!
but……

Even so, it would still take Zheng Jun a lot of effort to capture Fulong Zhenjun on the spot, and he even felt that he might not be able to do so.

It's easier to defeat them than to kill them.

"We must separate the three of them; only then will we have any hope of killing this 'Shangdong Fulong Zhenjun'!"

Zheng Jun pondered to himself, then a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and the Purple Star Emperor Qi in his hand surged!

Fulong Zhenjun could also clearly feel that Zheng Jun's killing intent had locked onto his soul's origin!

"Has the Han Emperor gone mad?!"

The True Lord Fulong was horrified. He frantically made hand seals, and the compass suddenly rotated in reverse, pulling out three phantoms from the void that looked exactly like him and had the same aura!
Upon seeing this, the Venerable Shennong's old farmer-like appearance suddenly opened its mouth and spat out its life essence blood, and a phantom of a hundred-foot-tall ginseng appeared in the blood mist.

The ginseng root plunged into the void, temporarily halting the rotation of the Nine Cauldrons: "Fellow Daoist Fulong, retreat quickly! This fiend is going to fight to the death!"

Master Wanfa was even more decisive. Suddenly, a bronze mirror flew out from his sleeve, and the mirror light drew a silver-like barrier between Zheng Jun and Fulong Zhenjun.

While seemingly trying to obstruct Zheng Jun, the real intention was to shift the focus to Fulong Zhenjun, thus relieving himself of some pressure.

"you!"

The True Lord Fulong was filled with shock and anger.

Those two bastards! I thought they just wanted me to be their main meat shield to take the hits, but I never expected they actually intended to make me their scapegoat!
The three illusory figures of True Lord Fulong shattered one after another under the purple-gold dragon claws. With each shattered figure, his face turned ashen.

As his last clone was crushed into specks of light by the Nine Cauldrons, he suddenly burst into laughter: "Emperor Han! Since you desire the Central Plains, why shouldn't I yield them to you?!"

Upon hearing this, the sea of ​​clouds fell silent. Suddenly, the bronze compass image spun rapidly in reverse, drawing away all the water vapor within a thousand miles, condensing it into a sky-covering vortex above Jiaodong County.

I'm not serving you anymore!

If they continue fighting like this, perhaps the three of them can win, thwart Zheng Jun's plot to launch an eastern expedition, cause him to suffer heavy losses, and inflict a major defeat on the Han army.

But why bother?

My own losses will definitely be greater. These Wanfa Shangren and Shennong Venerable are not human beings, so why should I pay for their expenses?

Damn it, my Daoist temple is in the East Sea anyway. If Emperor Zheng Jun of Han wants to settle scores, he should start by settling scores with Master Wanfa and Venerable Shennong. What does it have to do with me?
At worst, I can just flee to another world and live in anonymity!

Why should I fight to the death with the Han emperor in the Central Plains?
Upon realizing this, the swirling cloud suddenly collapsed into a point of blue light.

The figure of Fulong Zhenjun vanished like bubbles in the sea breeze, leaving only the crisp sound of the bronze compass shattering echoing in the clouds!

"Fellow Daoists, I'll be returning to the East Sea now. See you another day!"

After he finished speaking, a surge of blue light erupted, and he flew off to the east.

“This fellow…”

Master Wanfa's whisk froze in mid-air, while the illusory images of three hundred and sixty stars flickered uncertainly.

Master Wanfa looked at the hunched face of Venerable Shennong, and a dark look flashed in their eyes at the same time.

"Fellow Daoist, please head south!"

Shennong, the Venerable One, suddenly unleashed thousands of roots from his medicinal hoe, weaving a poisonous miasma that blotted out the sky in the clouds.

The old farmer, in a magical form, severed one of his arms, and the emerald green liquid turned into a torrential rain that poured down on the Han army camp.

Without further hesitation, Master Wanfa flicked his whisk, unleashing three hundred illusory starlight beams.

Each illusory image that fell to the ground created a cloud of dust hundreds of feet high, but the true body used this illusion to move like a rainbow towards the southern Chu state.

"Come when you want and leave when you want?"

Zheng Jun sneered, and the Nine Cauldrons suddenly went upside down.

The purple mist spewing from the cauldron was like a reversed Milky Way, scattering the poisonous miasma that filled the sky.

The dragon's claw pressed down on half of Shennong Venerable's Dharma image, forcefully tearing off a piece of flesh covered with spiritual herbs.

But to Zheng Jun's surprise, the hunched appearance of Shennong Venerable was like a gecko with its tail cut off, falling southward with dripping green blood.

The remaining body rolled through the clouds, creating a blood mist that stretched for miles. Wherever it passed, vegetation grew wildly into towering trees, only to wither and turn to ash in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Zheng Jun stood on the cloud and watched as the three Dharma images scattered and left. He breathed a sigh of relief, but on the surface he still chuckled and said, "Utterly useless. The so-called Pure Void Ten Thousand Dharmas Master, the Southern Mountain Shennong Venerable, and the Upper Cave Subduing Dragon True Lord are all rats!"

If you win, you have to put on a big show!
If we don't pretend, wouldn't all our efforts be wasted?
The only pity is that they failed to injure Master Qingxu Wanfa this time.

It's a bit of a shame, but it's okay.

Being able to injure the Upper Cave Dragon Lord and make the Southern Mountain Shennong Venerable Zheyan is already a pretty good achievement.

After all, he was fighting three against one.

"His Majesty!"

After Zheng Jun descended from the clouds, Grand Secretary Chen Jingzhong, who was accompanying the army, immediately rushed over with a military report in hand: "The evil Taoist Fulong has fled to the East Sea, and the two traitors, Wanfa and Shennong, have gone to Pengzhou. In Linzi City..."

"I saw it."

Zheng Jun interrupted the report; he wasn't blind. A purple-gold imperial edict flew from his sleeve: "Issue an edict to Wang Chengdong, ordering him to immediately take over the defense of Linzi. The remnants of the Zhou dynasty..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the few Yuan Dan auras on the city wall: "Except for the Han King's lineage, kill them all."

As the imperial edict transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the clouds, chaos erupted at the city gates of Linzi.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jingzhong hesitated slightly, then cupped his hands and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Linzi City is protected by the Zhou 'Nine Stars Alignment Formation,' and is further guarded by eleven Yuan Dan Martial Saints, including Emperor Yongchang, Duke Guo, the two ancestors of the Yang family, and the King of Wei. If we launch a direct attack, I fear our army will suffer heavy losses..."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Jun's eyes flashed with purple light, and the sleeves of his imperial robes fluttered without wind. He pointed his fingers like a sword, and the phantoms of nine cauldrons crashed down from the sky, their handles colliding with a deafening roar.
"boom!"

The nine star-shaped array patterns that enveloped Linzi City shattered like glass, and flames shot into the sky from all seventy-two array eyes in the city at the same time!

Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, two aged figures rose into the air from the ancestral temple in the center of the city; they were none other than Prince Wei, Li Fang, and Prince Qi, Li Shu.

Both men had white hair and beards, their true energy surging like raging waves. One held a gilded ancient halberd, the other a gilded heavy sword, and they shouted fiercely, "Zheng Jun! You little brat from Black Mountain, don't you dare bully us too much—"

Meanwhile, the Prince of Yan, who had fled here, also took the opportunity to transform into a blood-red escape light. The three strands of Yuan Dan aura intertwined into a net, faintly displaying the power of a combined attack technique.

Zheng Jun sneered, without even revealing his Dharma form, and simply pressed down with his palm.

A hundred-foot-long dragon claw suddenly materialized in the clouds, its tip wrapped with the Dao patterns of the Nine Cauldrons, and crashed down like a divine punishment!
"boom!"

The moment the Gu Ge and the heavy sword touched the claw shadow, they exploded into pieces. The chests of the two kings, Wei and Qi, caved in on the spot and crashed into the city wall like broken sacks.

The Prince of Yan fared even worse; his crimson escape light was struck by the aftershocks of the claw wind, and half of his body exploded into a bloody mist!
Zheng Jun walked with his hands behind his back, stepping into the air. With each step he took, a hundred feet of the Linzi city wall collapsed.

From the smoke and dust came Emperor Yongchang, sword in hand, glaring and shouting, "Zheng Jun! Your actions will surely incur divine retribution!"

"Noisy."

Zheng Jun flicked his finger, and a wisp of purple energy pierced through Emperor Yongchang's brow like a sharp arrow.

The former emperor stared wide-eyed, his corpse still in the posture of pointing his sword to the sky, before crashing down onto the city wall.

The city was deathly silent.

Yang Hong and Yang Hui, the ancestors of the Yang family, gazed at the purple-robed figure in the clouds, their Adam's apples bobbing as they swallowed.

Faced with true power, the so-called millennium-old formation and the combined attack of the Yuan Dan are nothing more than ants trying to shake a tree.

Yang Hong and Yang Hui exchanged a glance, their gazes sweeping over the group of Yuan Dan cultivators on the city wall.

Wei Bohu's knuckles were white as he gripped the gilded mace, and veins bulged on his forehead. He was clearly still hesitating and struggling with whether to switch sides.

Wei Bohu was a veteran general of the King of Qi. Now that the King of Qi was dead, Wei Bohu was hesitating whether to die here to serve the King of Qi or to switch sides in time.

Upon seeing this, the two were overjoyed.

The Yang family patriarch was planning to surrender.

Personal honor or disgrace is unimportant; the survival of the family is what matters.

I've heard that Lady Yang has a daughter in the Han Emperor's harem. This is the perfect time!

Just as Yang Hong was about to use his voice to win someone over, he suddenly heard a "thump" and someone had already knelt down!

"Your subject, Li Tong, congratulates Your Majesty on bringing peace and prosperity to the world!"

The King of Yue had already prostrated himself on the ground, his voice booming like a bell, unable to conceal his excitement: "The fate of the false Zhou dynasty has run its course, and Your Majesty has been appointed by Heaven! The people of Qingzhou have long suffered under the Zhou dynasty, and today, seeing Your Majesty's countenance, they are all overjoyed! Your Majesty is wise and mighty. Even if Emperor Taizu of Xia expanded the territory, Emperor Shizu of Xia restored the prosperous era, Emperor Gaozu of Wei swept across the six kingdoms, Emperor Taizu of Yu spread benevolence throughout the four seas, and Emperor Taizu of Zhou shook the eight directions, none of them could compare to even a fraction of Your Majesty's power!"

"Your Majesty is truly an emperor for all ages!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Hong and Yang Hui were taken aback, and Wei Bohu was also astonished.

Before they could react, two beams of light suddenly exploded in the sky!

But then, Wu Liyang, who had been granted the title of Duke of Ying, and Shu Weiyuan, the Duke of Yue, took to the air together and charged toward Zheng Jun!
Their actions were no less than testing the hardness of a dump truck with their own heads.

Clearly, he was already prepared to die.

Compared to wealth and honor, they desired a reputation as loyal subjects.

Among them, Wu Liyang was particularly regretful.

He regretted not killing Zheng Jun on the spot when Zheng Jun was at the half-step Yuan Dan stage, but instead letting him grow wildly.

In just a few short years, this boy, who was only half a step into the Yuan Dan realm, actually became a Dharma Aspect cultivator and even destroyed the country he served...

With a host of regrets, Wu Liyang achieved ultimate sublimation. His Yuan Dan ignited with dazzling golden flames in his dantian, and his skin cracked inch by inch, with crimson light from burning essence seeping out from each crack.

Even if I perish in body and soul today, I will—

"Noisy."

Zheng Jun didn't even lift his eyelids, but the purple aura in his sleeve lashed out like a whip.

"Snapped!"

Wu Liyang exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and burning fragments of his Yuan Dan scattered like sparks.

The moment Shu Weiyuan's sword was drawn half an inch from its sheath, he was frozen in the purple aura like a mosquito trapped in amber, his expression of astonishment barely changing.

Upon seeing this, Yang Hui and his younger brother Yang Hong knelt down without hesitation: "Your Majesty, may you enjoy boundless blessings and peace. This old minister is willing to offer the Yang family's thousand-year-old collection of books to assist Your Majesty in your efforts to improve your civil administration..."

Zheng Jun stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the kneeling Yang family ancestors.

"Yang Hong, Yang Hui."

Zheng Jun suddenly spoke, his voice like the clanging of metal.

The two elders trembled violently, but dared not raise their heads.

A wisp of purple light appeared at Zheng Jun's fingertip. The light was initially as small as a bean, but in an instant it transformed into a dragon, hovering above the two people's crowns.

"The chaos in the world began with the two of you."

Before he could finish speaking, the purple dragon suddenly swooped down!
Upon hearing this, Yang Hong immediately prepared to attack, his Yuan Dan realm true essence erupting like a volcano.

But the purple dragon seemed to enter without a trace, directly piercing through his protective aura and disappearing between his eyebrows.

Yang Hui, standing beside him, fared even worse. His newly summoned magic weapon, the 'Mysterious Tortoise Shield,' was instantly pulverized upon contact with the purple energy!

"what!"

A shrill scream echoed across the city walls of Linzi. The two men convulsed like shrimp, and instead of blood, they spewed out specks of golden light from their seven orifices.

The very essence of the primordial elixir is disintegrating!

The two people's once brilliant Yuan Dan, as radiant as the rising sun, is visibly decaying and cracking at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Click."

The sound of shattering glass seemed to emanate from within the two of them.

Yang Hong's face turned ashen, and he trembled as he touched his lower abdomen, only to find a dent. His Yuan Dan, which he had painstakingly cultivated for two hundred years, had been forcibly stripped of its cultivation, causing him to fall back to the Tongqiao realm!

The two men looked much older, and thus, they only had a little over ten years left to live.

"For the sake of the Imperial Concubine."

Zheng Jun flicked his sleeves, and the purple dragon turned into green smoke and dissipated: "Go to the library in the capital to organize the classics, and you can enjoy your old age in peace."

These words are spoken lightly, yet they are more chilling to the bone than the death by a thousand cuts.

Yang Hui collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face, saying, "This old minister... thanks Your Majesty for your mercy..."

Having done all this, Zheng Jun flicked his sleeve and looked at the remaining two Yuan Dan.

Wei Bohu and Li You, the King of Han.

"This humble general is willing to surrender."

Wei Bohu acted decisively. After some internal struggle, he decided that surrendering was the best course of action.

Zheng Jun nodded slightly upon seeing this.

Wei Bohu is a renowned general, and I've never heard of him doing anything outrageous. It would be good to just surrender him.

Then, Zheng Jun looked at King Li You of Han and couldn't help but chuckle.

At this moment, the King of Han was still hesitant.

After all, he is of royal blood.

"Father-in-law, rest assured and recuperate. From now on, the kings and nobles will have nothing to do with you."

Zheng Jun casually remarked that Han Wang Li You was Li Zhaowan's biological father, so Zheng Jun wouldn't necessarily kill him as well. Moreover, Han Wang clearly saw a chance to survive and didn't fight to the death like Wei Wang, Yan Wang, and Qi Wang. Zheng Jun was quite lenient.

Seeing this, the King of Han had mixed feelings and simply bowed and agreed.

At this moment, King Yue was still kneeling on the ground. Zheng Jun glanced at him casually and said, "You and Wei Bohu, immediately lead your troops south to attack Liang."

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, the King of Yue immediately breathed a sigh of relief and stood up with Wei Bohu to the side.

These Yuan Dan Martial Saints, who were previously difficult for Zheng Jun to deal with, are now as easy to handle as killing chickens.

Zheng Jun didn't take it to heart. There was only one person he truly cared about these days.

Upper Cave Subduing Dragon True Lord.

Zheng Jun gazed at the East China Sea, thinking to himself: 'If the commotion is too great, it will easily attract the other Dharma Aspects to come to my aid. The current situation is quite like the Warring States period. I am the Qin state, and the other six Dharma Aspects are the six states of Shandong. Once one of them faces annihilation, the six states will unite to attack Qin…'

This is what Zheng Jun finds difficult to handle.

If the attack on Dongfulong Zhenjun is delayed or drawn out, it may attract the attention of others.

The East Sea is not within the traditional sphere of influence of the world's rulers, therefore he cannot exert his full power.

If we want to kill the Upper Cave Dragon Lord, we'll have to use some underhanded tactics.

With this thought in mind, Zheng Jun took a deep breath, and then, taking advantage of the Han army's iron cavalry surging over the collapsed city wall like a tide, he switched his perspective to that wisp of divine soul in the Xuanhuang Realm.

That wisp of divine soul resides in the jade pendant.

When Zheng Jun switched perspectives and entered multitasking mode, he was immediately taken aback.

He discovered that the jade pendant he had entrusted to the pawnshop was actually there.

"Ok?"

Zheng Jun was taken aback, then activated his Dharma power and looked at the pawnshop manager.

Before long, Zheng Jun understood the whole story.

"This kid is so smart?"

Zheng Jun's expression was slightly strange.

Not long after talking to me, that little guy named Shao Jin worried that I was some ancient cultivator trying to possess his body, so he pawned the jade pendant!
Because Zheng Jun's divine sense nourished this jade pendant, it was full of spiritual energy and was even used by this kid as a pawn for more than twenty spirit stones!

"You're quite clever, but you received my spiritual energy as a gift and used it to break through your realm. You've already created karma with it, so pawning the jade pendant won't help."

Zheng Jun chuckled, and his wisp of divine soul transformed into a gentle breeze, instantly finding Shao Jin, who had already left this cultivation market!
Seeing the young man hurrying along, he chuckled and called out leisurely in a hoarse, aged voice, "My disciple, you seem to be in a hurry. Where are you headed?"

Before he could finish speaking, Shao Jin suddenly froze, his expression instantly hardening.

Shao Jin now has only one thought in his mind.

Wasn't that old ghost inside the jade pendant? (End of Chapter)