Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 554: Kneeling to be a dog of Eastern Wei, or standing to be a sword that pacifies the heavens?

Even a master swordsman like Dongxuan couldn't withstand a single blow from a powerful expert from the Zhentian Division!
"Oh!"

The other two sword cultivators fared even worse; the lightning seal held in Yao Tong's palm exploded into countless electric snakes.

One of them had only drawn his flying sword three inches from its sheath when his head, along with his natal sword pellet, was blasted into blue smoke by a lightning serpent; the other's Blood Escape Technique, which used up all his life essence, instead attracted a backflow of heavenly lightning, causing his meridians to burst one by one in the purple lightning magma.

"The Execution Bureau handles cases without leaving a complete corpse."

Yao Tong sneered as he crushed the Thunder Seal, and the remnant souls of the three Dongxuan Sword Cultivators shrieked and dissipated in the Thunder Prison.

Those Zhenhai Sect disciples who fled fared even worse; they were scorched into flames by lightning patterns as soon as they touched the river surface, and hundreds of charred corpses floated on the waves, turning the ice surface dark red.

The gilded roof tiles of the viewing platform crackled and popped, and the tea spilled from the teacups on the tables froze into icicles.

This was not a chill, but pure divine might!
The twelve lightning pillars were reflected in the trembling pupils of the three thousand disciples of the Mountain Sect, as if the Heavenly Dao itself were carrying out the execution.

"This is the real... Heaven-Suppressing One."

Elder Cao Xun of the Great River Sect staggered and steadied himself against the bronze cauldron, murmuring as he looked at the tattered robes of the sword cultivators floating on the river.

Compared to the Zhen Tian Si's ruthless methods of slaughtering Grandmasters like chickens, Liang Qiyuan's power and cruelty in killing Wu Canghai just now seemed so ordinary!
The wind and snow stopped sometime later.

The wreckage of the Xuan Tie ship floating on the river was still smoking. Liang Qiyuan crushed the dantian of the last disciple of the Zhenhai Sect and looked up at Yu Wanjun, who was slowly putting away his halberd in the Thunder Prison.

As the power of the elixir within his body dissipated, this veteran grandmaster, who had once dominated the Eastern Realm, suddenly realized that his Mountain-Moving Strength, which he had painstakingly cultivated for a hundred years, was nothing more than a firefly compared to the bright moon in front of the Heavenly Suppression Division.

The entire Qisong Mountain suddenly fell into an eerie silence, with only the sound of the waves of the Yuncang River crashing against the shore.

All eyes slowly turned to Zhang Yuan, who was standing in front of the mountain gate.

Liang Qiyuan took a deep breath, bowed, and clasped his hands in greeting.

"Reporting to Marquis Qingyang, the bandits who disrupted the martial world of the eastern border of my Great Qin and sought to overthrow the Mountain Sect have all been killed."

He was a senior, but he was also a warrior of the Great Qin Dynasty.

He is a grandmaster, and also a disciple of the Mountain Sect.

Without the help and rescue of Marquis Qingyang, the Moving Mountain Sect would have been doomed!

Zhang Yuan nodded, his expression calm, and walked forward slowly.

Before reaching the stone steps of the mountain gate, he raised his hand and bowed.

"Disciple Zhang Yuan greets Sect Master."

disciple.

Disciple of Shanyue Sect.

Today, Zhang Yuan enters the martial world as a disciple of the Mountain Sect.

Everyone watched this scene in silence.

"Disciples of the Mountain Sect, heed my command—" Yue Cengyun suddenly raised his arm and shouted, his voice hoarse with excitement, "Kneel and thank Marquis Qingyang for his life-saving grace!"

"boom!"

Three thousand disciples knelt on one knee in unison, and the tremors of the frozen earth drowned out the roar of the rushing Yuncang River.

Cao Chunbao, who was standing beside the mountain gate, let out a soft sigh of relief.

The sect leader of the Mountain Sect received a bow from the Marquis of Qingyang.

Marquis Qingyang received a kneeling from a disciple of the Mountain Sect.

The Marquis of Qingyang's salute was a tribute to the martial arts world.

Respect the Mountain Sect, respect the Jianghu of the Eastern Border, and respect the rules upheld by all those present in the Jianghu.

The Mountain Sect disciple's kneeling was a sign of respect for the imperial court.

We respect the might and courage of the Qin Dynasty, the might of the Heavenly Guard, and the camaraderie among those who share weal and woe with the people of the martial world.

In front of the Moving Mountain Sect, Elder Cao Xun of the Great River Sect glanced at Elder and Deacon of the Broken Mountain Sect not far from him, as well as a group of disciples behind him, then straightened his clothes and bowed to Zhang Yuan.

The others looked at each other and bowed.

Zhang Yuan stood beneath the dissipating light of the Thunder Prison, with seventy-two black banners behind him swirling with the fortune of a thousand miles of mountains and rivers, and three thousand disciples kneeling before him.

At this moment, the four mountains submitted.

At this moment, the might of the Great Qin Dynasty shook the martial world of the Eastern Border.

Zhang Yuan slowly turned around.

Although he wore a blue martial robe, he exuded an aura of authority that made people afraid to look him in the eye.

This majesty came from the silent and brutal annihilation of major martial arts sects in the Eastern Territory.

This majesty was like a pill, bringing Liang Qiyuan the shock of entering a state of blissful tranquility.

This majesty comes from the fierce thunder and lightning, the brutal fall of a grandmaster into the dust.

“Brother Zhang…” Li Sihuan whispered, while his second uncle reached out and pressed his head down beside him.

"Do not talk."

Before the entire entrance to the Mountain Moving Sect, only the mountain wind howled and the clouds swirled.

"Fellow martial artists, I, Zhang, have a favor to ask."

Zhang Yuan's voice rang out. His voice was calm, echoing clearly in the mountain breeze.

Everyone looked up.

The disciples of the Mountain Sect had excitement in their eyes.

Those in charge of various factions standing to the side all wore expressions of surprise.

What unreasonable request could anyone refuse when the Deputy Director of the Heavenly Guard and the Director of the Martial Guard, Marquis Qingyang, has made such a request?
This is a rare opportunity for the martial arts forces in the Eastern Territory to get closer to the Zhen Tian Division!
As you can see, the gains made by the Mountain Sect in this one place are simply incomparable to a hundred years of accumulation.

Who wouldn't want such an opportunity?
Zhang Yuan didn't say anything more, but simply raised his hand and gestured.

Chang Jue, the chief pharmacist of the Secret Medicine Department, strode forward, bowed to Zhang Yuan, and then looked around.

Before the stone steps of the mountain gate, Changjue raised his left hand and held a Blood Burning Pill in his palm.

He applied force with his fingertips, and the pill turned into powder.

"The inferior stuff from the Qingyu Pill Sect of Yangtianzhou is nothing but dregs in the eyes of my Secret Medicine Division."

A Blood-Burning Pill worth a fortune was crushed like that, and then treated with contempt as if it were trash?

Outsiders would be ridiculed for saying this.

But the one who said this was the Chief Medicine Officer of the Secret Medicine Department of the Heavenly Suppression Bureau...

On Yongtian Continent, the secret medicines and elixirs of the Great Qin Dynasty are all passed down in the Secret Medicine Bureau.

Changjue felt a blue pill rising in his palm.

"This elixir is called the Mountain and River Elixir."

Chang Jue's voice was calm, but his face carried an uncontrollable air of aloofness.

"Taking it can ensure that one can directly advance from the late stage of the Innate Realm to the Grandmaster Realm without damaging one's foundation."

A pill that allows you to directly enter the Grandmaster realm!

All eyes turned to the pill, their gazes filled with eager anticipation!

Even a Grandmaster couldn't suppress the desire in his heart at this moment.

For every pill a sect has, it gains another grandmaster!
He's not a pseudo-grandmaster created by the Blood Burning Pill!

As his gaze swept across the room, Changjue's voice rang out again.

"The Marquis of Qingyang has decreed that for every Eastern Wei Xiantian disciple killed by a sect in the Eastern Territory, three Bone Tempering Pills, which are used to condense Xiantian True Essence, can be exchanged."

"Having slain a Vajra Realm Grandmaster, I bestow upon you a Cloud Spirit Pill."

"Kill a Dragon Elephant Realm Grandmaster and receive a Jade Spirit Pill as a reward."

"Upon defeating the Dragon Elephant, exchange one Mountain and River Pill."

Chang Jue's voice echoed, and every gaze was filled with a fighting spirit that seemed to burn like flames.

"If we were to participate in the siege of a Grandmaster—"

Chang Jue's voice suddenly stopped.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a thousand waves of blood erupted on the river. Yu Wanjun's dragon-patterned halberd, with its tip, pried open the bronze box, and jade plaques engraved with his merits fell like rain.

"The Zhen Tian Si Armory is open! Weapons, armor, and books—exchange them with your merits!" Yu Wanjun's voice boomed like thunder, causing icicles to flutter down from the eaves of the mountain gate.

Their eyes were already bloodshot.

All the martial arts techniques of the Great Qin Dynasty have been put into the armory of the Heavenly Guard.

The most precious weapons and armor of the Qin Dynasty are all in the imperial city.

What a fortunate thing it would be to be able to exchange treasures in the Zhen Tian Si Armory!

The auras were disordered.

A powerful surge of vital energy was surging within.

The heavy breathing stirred up the wind and snow.

Elder Duan Yun of the Qingyun Sword Sect gritted his teeth and turned to look at his own elder, Li Tingyun, who was standing to the side.

Li Tingyun nodded and lowered his voice: "Elder Duan, when I came, the sect leader asked me to give this to you."

A roll of paper was quietly handed to Duan Yun.

Duan Yun took the scroll of paper, gently unfurled it, and his eyes shone with divine light.

"Zheng——"

Zhang Yuan raised his hand and drew the goose-feather saber from Luo Hongxiu's hand. The blade struck the bluestone, and the resounding clang drowned out all other sounds.

For a time, only the black flag of the Zhen Tian Division fluttered in the wind.

Zhang Yuan pointed his longsword diagonally, the blade of his goose-feather saber trembling, resonating with the clouds: "This lord asks only one question of the heroes of the Eastern Territory—"

Where the blade pointed, three thousand black battle flags simultaneously ignited with golden flames: "Will you kneel and be the dog of Eastern Wei, or stand and be the sword that pacifies the heavens?"

(End of this chapter)