Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 340 has ended; the mortal world is about to reach its culmination!

"Less than two months?"

"The Wan Chu Dynasty has surrendered?"

"When did those useless people of the Great Qian Dynasty become so powerful?!"

In just two short months, the whole world has undergone tremendous changes.

First, the Great Qian Dynasty announced to the outside world that General Wei Feng of the Wan Chu Dynasty had forcibly broken into the palace and attempted to assassinate the emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Therefore, the Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty was extremely angry and thus sent a message to the whole world.

The Great Qian Dynasty is declaring war on the Wan Chu Dynasty!

This news shocked the world like a thunderbolt, but no one took it seriously.

The Wan Chu Dynasty scoffed at this, not taking the so-called declaration of war seriously at all.

Instead, they were arrogant and openly demanded that Daqian release the people immediately.

They even made some harsh remarks.

If the Great Qian fails to recognize the times, the elite cavalry of the Wan Chu Dynasty will surely crush the northern border of the Great Qian, making the Great Qian pay the price for its "foolishness".

When rumors of conflict between the Daqian Dynasty and the Wanchu Dynasty spread like wildfire.

The surrounding dynasties not only showed no intention of urging peace, but instead sent their elite spies.

Like hyenas that have caught the scent of blood, they are eager to confirm the impending war.

These spies disguised themselves as ordinary people, infiltrated the border between the two countries, and continuously transmitted the latest news back to their respective courts.

Everyone hoped to gain something from this conflict, or they were waiting to see the two dynasties suffer heavy losses.

In particular, the night patrols of the Qingtian Dynasty were like ghosts, traversing the towering mountains of the Daqian and Wanchu eras.

The Crimson Feather Guards of the Zhu Huo Dynasty transformed into a caravan of merchants and sped along the ancient road.

The Xuanyi Guards of the Taiyu Dynasty disguised themselves as refugees and mingled in the crowd.

Meanwhile, ministers from various dynasties were toasting and laughing, with the sounds of dice being thrown and jokes echoing throughout the air.

People are betting on how this seemingly absurd war will end, using the "Great Qian Mad Edict" as a bargaining chip.

"Report!"

"The million ironclad soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty have marched out of Beitong Pass, their banners obscuring the sun and dust covering the sky, heading straight for the border of the Wanchu Dynasty."

.......
Not many days passed.

"Urgent report!"

"Lu Jinyun, son of the Grand Regent of the Great Qian Dynasty, personally wielded the Tiger Tally and led a million elite cavalry of the Great Qian Dynasty. His vanguard has already breached three border cities of the Wan Chu Dynasty!"

These messages shook the entire world.

At this moment, the Wanchu Imperial Palace is filled with singing and dancing.

The dancers, dressed in gorgeous costumes, were dancing gracefully to the melodious music, like fairies descended from heaven.

Emperor Wanchu leaned back on his dragon bed, holding a crystal-clear golden goblet in his hand, his eyes glazed over as he admired the dreamlike scenery.

Suddenly, a hurried announcement shattered the extravagant atmosphere.

Emperor Wanchu tilted the golden goblet in his hand, spilling the fragrant wine onto his bright yellow dragon robe.

He was completely unaware, frozen in place as if he had been immobilized.

The water clock in the corner of the palace dripped, and after three clear drops, the emperor seemed to wake from a dream, and suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

The jade-inlaid table cracked open with a grotesque fissure under his furious force.

"it is good!"

"very good!"

Emperor Wanchu laughed in fury, his laughter filled with boundless killing intent, causing dust to fall from the beams.

"By imperial decree: Immediately mobilize 500,000 elite troops from the Mighty Martial Camp and 600,000 soldiers from the Tyrant Gate Camp."

"I will mobilize another three thousand martial artists and cultivators from the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. I will personally lead the expedition!"

Before he could finish speaking, Emperor Wanchu suddenly kicked over the heavy bronze cauldron in front of him, sending burning incense flying everywhere.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared with a ferocious grin, "This time, I will personally hang that madman Qianxi's head on the city gate of the Wanchu Dynasty!"

Let the world know that anyone who offends my Wanchu Dynasty, no matter how far away, will be punished!

As Emperor Wanchu roared, the entire hall trembled slightly, and an earth-shattering battle was about to begin.

He is not like those useless emperors of the Great Qian Dynasty. In the entire Wan Chu Dynasty, the Wan Chu Emperor is the strongest.

Mid-stage Grandmaster!
However, the defeat was swift and decisive. Emperor Wanchu died mysteriously at the hands of Lu Jinyun a month later, without causing even the slightest ripple.

Finally, after another month, the remaining forces of the Wan Chu Dynasty all surrendered.

Within two months, the Great Qian Dynasty had annexed the entire territory of the Wan Chu Dynasty, becoming the largest dynasty in the world.

At the crossroads of four dynasties, a thick fog shrouds the area year-round, as if shrouded in a veil of mystery.

This place is mountainous and densely forested, with thorns growing everywhere, making it impossible for ordinary people to get close.

However, at this moment, elite soldiers from four dynasties have gathered here.

They wore armor of different colors and held weapons that gleamed coldly.

Like a series of sturdy defensive lines, they tightly protect this area.

In the heart of this forbidden area stands a massive and ancient building.

It is made entirely of black boulders, with various strange patterns carved on its surface, and it shimmers with an eerie light in the dim light.

The building's gate was dozens of feet high, heavy and majestic, inlaid with countless precious gems, emitting a faint glow.

The national advisors of the four dynasties—Qingtian, Taiyu, Zhuhuo, and Jijing—gathered here.

They were all renowned figures among the martial artists of the world, usually high above others, wielding the powerful forces of their respective dynasties.

But at this moment, everyone's face was solemn, their brows were furrowed, and their eyes were full of worry and vigilance.

The Imperial Preceptor of the Azure Sky was dressed in a blue robe and held a jade whisk in his hand. He exuded an air of otherworldly grace, yet the solemnity in his eyes was undeniable.

The Grand Preceptor was dressed in a long black robe and wore a tall crown. His body was surrounded by faint black energy, giving him an air of mystery and unpredictability.

The Grand Preceptor Zhu Huo, dressed in a fiery red robe, resembled a burning flame, but his usual arrogance was gone, replaced by a stern expression.

The Imperial Preceptor of the Supreme Realm was dressed in white, leaning on a golden nanmu cane. His face was extremely stern, but his eyes revealed a hint of anxiety.

"That kid Lu Jinyun seems to have a divine weapon in his hands!"

The Imperial Preceptor of the Azure Sky broke the silence first, his voice low and solemn, echoing in the empty hall.

"Not bad!"

"That's a peerless treasure sword that can easily kill a Grandmaster!" Grand Preceptor Taiyu nodded slightly, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

"The power of this sword far exceeds our imagination. If it is left unchecked, the consequences will be unimaginable."

The Grand Preceptor Zhu Huo looked anxious and suddenly stood up: "We can't let him defeat us one by one!"

"The Great Qian Dynasty is currently advancing with unstoppable momentum. If we do not take action soon, we may be the next to be destroyed!"

"We must join forces now to seize the divine weapon from Lu Jinyun!"

"Only in this way will we have the strength to contend with the Great Qian!"

The Imperial Preceptor of the Supreme Realm gently tapped his cane, pondered for a moment, and then said, "What you say is absolutely right."

"On the day Emperor Wanchu died, almost everyone in the Wanchu Dynasty army saw it."

"He died from the golden knife in Lu Jinyun's hand."

"This blade is extraordinary. Within the golden blade, extremely terrifying afterimages of tiger kings will be released, and there will be more than one!"

"Those tiger king afterimages are incredibly powerful, leaving corpses strewn everywhere they go." "Even supreme grandmasters would find it difficult to withstand their attacks."

The four imperial advisors sat together, intensely discussing countermeasures, the atmosphere in the hall heavy and tense.

Finally, a very ordinary yet very powerful sentence brought this long meeting to a close.

"Seven days from now, we will gather in the capital of the Great Qian Kingdom to kill Lu Jinyun and seize the Supreme Treasure Blade!"

.........

When the banners of the Great Qian and the Lu family were raised atop Qianning City, this war, which would overturn the world's格局 (geju, a concept encompassing overall structure, overall situation, and overall dynamics), spread throughout the Nine Provinces at an almost magical speed.

On the wooden tables of the bustling taverns, before the storyteller's gavel had even fallen, the listeners were already eagerly passing around the battle reports, still fragrant with ink.

An old farmer, working in the fields, straightened his back and murmured to himself as he gazed at the drifting clouds in the sky.

They seemed to still doubt whether this great victory in the war had actually happened.

The people felt as if they were in a dream.

The wars of the past are always like a long nightmare.

The bugle call of the border town ripped through the dawn, the soldiers' bags were filled with blood and tears, women and children leaned against the door to wait, but only saw withered bones wrapped in straw mats returning.

This time, however, from the sounding of war drums to the change of ownership of the Wan Chu Imperial Palace, it only took sixty days. It came swiftly and went just as quickly.

There was no horrific scene of corpses strewn across the fields, nor a siege that lasted for years.

This victory also caused the Lu family's prestige to soar like wildfire.

The bright yellow dragon flag, which once symbolized imperial power, appeared somewhat dim against the backdrop of the Lu family's black battle flag.

On the imperial road, even royal carriages had to slow down when passing in front of the Lu residence.

Even the most arrogant prince in the imperial court had to show deference to the Lu family members.

As the Lu family's carriage passed by, the people spontaneously knelt down and kowtowed, their foreheads pressed against the bluestone slabs, as if welcoming the arrival of the God of War.

Lu Jinyun, the commander wielding the mysterious golden sword, single-handedly rewrote the records of the Great Qian Dynasty.

His name spread from Qianning City to all corners of the world, becoming even more legendary than that of the once-powerful Grand Tutor Lu.

His heroic figure charging into battle alone is known among the common people, and his strategic brilliance is celebrated in teahouses.

Even when children are playing, they wave wooden swords and shout the name "Marshal Lu".

At this moment, Lu Jinyun had transcended the boundaries of an ordinary subject and become a more dazzling figure in the hearts of the people of Daqian than the emperor.

Seven days passed quietly.

As night fell over Qianning City, the lights of thousands of homes gradually went out, with only the sound of the night watchman's clapper echoing in the quiet streets and alleys.

However, as the clapper struck past midnight, the heavens were suddenly stirred by an invisible force—

A fierce hurricane exploded in the southwestern sky.

Immediately afterwards, forty-four terrifying auras soared into the sky, quickly piercing through the clouds and tearing the dark night to shreds.

This unparalleled pressure startled some sleeping martial artists in the city, causing them to break out in a cold sweat, and the barking of dogs rose and fell.

The guards on the city wall turned deathly pale, their weapons clattering to the ground.

They clearly saw forty-four afterimages pressing towards the Lu residence with overwhelming force.

There were a total of forty-four supreme grandmasters.

That is a terrifying force capable of overthrowing the foundation of any dynasty and rewriting the world order!
In an instant, the sky above the Lu residence changed color.

Suddenly, thousands of glass lamps lit up the green bricks and gray tiles, illuminating the entire Lu family mansion like a dazzling display of lights.

The copper bells on the eaves rang out automatically without wind, emitting a sharp buzzing sound.

Under the light of thousands of lanterns, the eaves and brackets resemble golden dragons coiling around, illuminating every corner with exquisite detail.

Amidst the blinding light, forty-four figures suddenly appeared above the Lu residence.

As the black robes fluttered, a seemingly impenetrable killing formation was faintly formed.

The four leading figures possessed an exceptionally imposing aura; they were none other than the emperors of the four kingdoms: Qingtian, Taiyu, Zhuhuo, and Jijing.

Despite wearing dragon robes, they did not appear luxurious; instead, due to the surging true energy within their bodies, a visible protective shield of vital energy surrounded them.

These four individuals are all peerless masters in the late stage of the Supreme Grandmaster realm, exuding an overwhelming aura with every move they make!

At this moment, they looked at the brightly lit Lu residence, exchanged glances, and a look of surprise and doubt flashed in their eyes.

"Has it been discovered?"

Emperor Zhu Huo was the first to break the silence, his voice low and rumbling like thunder.

Looking at the well-organized defensive formation in the Lu residence and the Lu family's elite troops who were already on high alert, he felt a sense of foreboding.

The other three emperors looked grave, all realizing a terrible truth.

Their meticulously planned raid had been completely exposed to the Lu family's sight long before the operation even began.

Meanwhile, the Lu family members, lurking in the shadows, were probably already waiting for these people to walk right into their trap.

However, the shock was fleeting.

Beneath the black robes of the Emperor Taiyu, a chilling smile slowly curved his lips, and the swirling energy around him suddenly surged like waves!
After all, in the eyes of these supreme grandmasters who could destroy a small mountain with a mere wave of their hand.

The so-called "ambush" is nothing more than children playing house.

The Azure Emperor raised his hand and caught a falling withered leaf. He channeled his inner energy into his fingertips, and the leaf instantly turned into dust and vanished.

Even if a million-strong army were to surround them, it would be like an ant trying to shake a tree.

No matter how many ants there are, how can they possibly harm a true dragon soaring through the clouds?
"Hand over the golden knife!"

The Emperor of Jijing's voice, carrying a chilling coldness, said, "We will spare your lives!"

Before the words were finished, the forty grandmasters behind the emperors of the four kingdoms simultaneously took half a step forward.

Its overwhelming momentum was like a heavy hammer hitting the ground, causing fine cracks to seep into the blue bricks of the Lu Mansion.

Facing the emperors of four kingdoms and the tangible pressure of forty supreme grandmasters, Lu Jinyun and his companions remained unfazed.

"Is everyone here?"

"Jinyun".

Just as the four powerful figures from different countries suddenly narrowed their eyes, Lu Jinyun and the other three simultaneously stepped aside.

An aged yet upright figure slowly walked out from the main hall of the Lu residence.

With each step, invisible ripples seemed to spread out, quietly dissipating the overwhelming pressure.

"Father, almost everyone has arrived, but a few have slipped through the net."

Lu Jinyun clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, his words conveying a sense of composure and confidence.

Lu Xuan was behind all of this.

Lu Jinyun deliberately displayed the power of the golden sword without restraint during the battle.

The goal was to instill fear in the remaining four dynasties, and then force them to unite.

Lu Xuan nodded slightly.

"That's good!"

"It's time to end!"

This life in the mortal world is almost complete.

Host: Lu Xuan, the Immortal of the Mortal World (First Incarnation)
Realm: Terrestrial Immortal (Perfect)

Kung Fu Technique: Tiger Split Saber Technique 20/9
Points: 1500 million

(End of this chapter)