Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 587 The River of Fortune of My Great Qin Kingdom Suddenly Surges by a Hundred Miles!
Come back home.

With just one sentence from Zhang Yuan, the girl in the pale yellow dress burst into tears, while the one-armed youth clenched his fist and slammed it hard against the broken stone wall beside him.

Gu Qingzhou looked up, her eyes fixed on Zhang Yuan.

Suddenly, he knelt down on both knees and kowtowed heavily to Zhang Yuan.

His movements were forceful, and his forehead slammed against the blood-red stone on the ground with a loud "thud".

The other boys were stunned for a moment, then followed suit and kowtowed.

They understood what Gu Qingzhou meant.

The grudge against the Snow Cloud Sect is something they could never avenge in their lifetime.

They could only kowtow in gratitude for the great kindness shown to Marquis Qingyang.

"Alright, the Marquis has already left."

A voice sounded behind them. Luo Hongxiu's gaze fell on them, and she said calmly, "My Black-Clad Guards are lacking some loyal warriors who would die for the Marquis. If you are interested, you can come and find me."

As soon as she finished speaking, Luo Hongxiu's gaze swept over Gu Qingzhou, then glanced at the girl in a ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) beside her. Her figure then turned into a phantom and disappeared before the blood-red altar.

“Death warriors…” Gu Qingzhou looked up, her eyes shining brightly.

The girl in the pale yellow dress gazed at the gradually dimming golden light of merit on the rock wall, then suddenly pressed the calloused palm of her hand to her lips: "So, beyond the clarity of the sword heart, there are mountains and rivers as blades..."

There is not one, but two disciples of the Snow Cloud Sect with the Sword Heart Clarity!
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The Great Qin Imperial City.

Inside the Qianyang Hall, the golden light from the gilded dragon pillars reflected off the golden beads on the dome, creating a bright and clear effect.

Zhou Xian, the Vice Minister of Revenue, stepped out of the ranks of civil officials, holding a jade tablet. His face was solemn, and he bowed respectfully: "Your Majesty, the military guards under the command of Marquis Qingyang have blocked the eighteen sluices of the Donghan River for several days. More than seven hundred grain ships from the states of Zhao and Qi are trapped in the river. Merchants have sent a joint letter written in blood to the Court of State Ceremonies."

He glanced at the Minister of the Court of State Ceremonial beside him and said in a deep voice, "As everyone knows, the three kingdoms of Zhao, Qi, and Wei have always harbored the desire for an alliance. If Marquis Qingyang were to incite an alliance among the three kingdoms, the eastern border—"

"Lord Zhou, you are mistaken!"

Before Zhou Xian could finish speaking, Xue Ping, the general in charge of the garrison, clattered his armor and said, "Half a month ago, the Black Ice Guard secretly reported that Zhao Qi's fleet was hiding Wei's heavy crossbows in a hidden compartment. Marquis Qingyang is here to seize smuggled weapons."

"Our Ministry of War has already filed a record of this matter."

"What a fine way to confiscate weapons!" Minister of Justice Du Zhaoming interrupted with a cold laugh. "The wailing of the three hundred and seventy women and children of the Zhou family shook half the city, yet there wasn't a single arrest warrant in the records of the three judicial departments!"

"May I ask General Xue, when will the border army's tiger tally be able to govern the criminal justice system of prefectures and counties?"

Marquis Qingyang's actions against the Zhou family in Donghan County have thrown the powerful families of the eastern border into chaos.

The aristocratic families of the Eastern Territory are not limited to the Eastern Territory; countless scions of aristocratic families exist among civil and military officials throughout the land.

If Marquis Qingyang dared to target the Zhou family this time, whose family will he target next?
When the Zhou family's property was seized, the jade tokens that sent messages from the Eastern Territory to the Imperial City arrived like shooting stars.

Li Si, the Vice Minister of War, frowned and stepped forward. Just as he was about to speak, Emperor Yuankang on the dragon throne suddenly grabbed the dragon armrest, and his black robe with twelve imperial symbols moved without wind.

In an instant, the hall fell into complete silence, as if mountains were collapsing.

All the civil and military officials felt as if they were being stared at by a blue dragon, their heartbeats like drums pounding in their ears.

Several martial arts masters at the Free and Unfettered Realm level felt their bones and muscles creaking.

Before the jade steps, Yu Kuizhen showed surprise on her face.

Having served the emperor for so long, the last time he saw Emperor Yuankang lose his composure like this was during the great battle on Qingtian Continent, when Princess Yu Ruo led the Yongtian Continent highway straight into Qingtian Continent.

Could it be——

"Report—" Outside the main hall, the Junior Minister of the Imperial Observatory staggered into the hall, the celestial sphere he was holding in his arms was cracked and blue-purple smoke was seeping out, "The imperial star of the Yongtian Continent has fallen, and the Eastern Territory is in danger of national collapse!"

His official hat with crane feathers on his forehead was blown off by the strong wind, and his face was full of ecstasy: "The Purple Palace suddenly shines three times brighter, and the long river of the Qin Dynasty's fortune has suddenly increased by a hundred miles!"

The Qin Dynasty's national fortune surged for hundreds of miles!

Everyone in the main hall was stunned.

What momentous event could cause the Qin Dynasty's fortunes to soar?
Even if the Eastern Frontier Kingdom wins a major victory in the war and gains territory spanning three hundred miles, it wouldn't necessarily cause the nation's fortune to skyrocket...

Emperor Yuankang rose abruptly, the roar of the nine-dragon chariot pressing down from the clouds, the emperor's figure blurring into a phantom image of a landscape map in the mysterious light: "Prepare the Imperial Observatory and summon Yunmiao to see me."

Inside the main hall, the civil and military officials looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion.

"Hahaha—" Marquis Su Jing of Changning laughed loudly, flicked his sleeves, and walked straight out of the main hall.

"Marquis of Changning, you from the Black Ice Guard should know what has happened in the Eastern Territory. Please explain!" The white-bearded old man in the robes of an imperial censor spread his arms, trying to stop Su Jing.

Su Jing ignored him completely, raised his hand and shoved him aside. His python-patterned cloak billowed in the wind at the palace gate as he walked straight out of the hall.

Inside the main hall, everyone's expressions changed.

"Marquis Qingyang..."

Someone whispered.

The only one capable of stirring up trouble in the eastern border is probably Marquis Qingyang.

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Qi State.

Imperial City, Observatory.

The night sky was as black as ink, and on the nine-tiered jade steps, Emperor Yongping, Jiang Yuanliang, stood with his hands behind his back before the celestial globe.

This emperor, who ruled the Qi Kingdom for three years, had phoenix eyes and jade ornaments hanging from his black crown, but these could not conceal the vertical line between his brows that exuded a purple aura.

This is the Heavenly Pattern that manifested when the "Taiyi Divine Calculation," a secret technique passed down by the Qi royal family, was perfected.

The dragon-patterned wide sleeves billowed in the starlight and gale, revealing the eight-treasure necklace wrapped around the wrist, each of the dark gold bells engraved with the twenty-eight constellations.

"The Purple Palace shifts eastward, and Mars invades the Dipper." The old man in the green robe beside him stroked his three-foot-long silver beard, and the tortoise shell in his hand cracked into the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Chaos as he spoke.

Yao Baiyue, the headmaster of Caiwei Academy, had a broken jade hairpin inserted in his white hair. The righteous aura flowing from the hem of his Confucian robe even scorched the bronze floor tiles of the observatory. "Someone in the eastern border of Great Qin must have caused changes in the Heavenly Dao and stirred up the Nine Rivers Dragon Vein."

Grandmasters of Confucianism and Taoism are rare in Yongtian Continent, and Yao Baiyue, the headmaster of Caiwei Academy, is one of them.

Before Zhang Hengqu, the headmaster of the Imperial City Academy of the Great Qin Dynasty, reached the Grandmaster realm, the Imperial City Academy was overshadowed by the Caiwei Academy.

Jiang Yuanliang's fingertips traced the crimson-gold radiance seeping from the cracks in the celestial globe, within which the faint phantom of three hundred black riders trampling through a river of blood could be seen.

When he touched the sword intent that traversed Donghan County, the Star Orbit Copper Pivot suddenly emitted a clanging sound like tearing silk, and the twelve bronze rings were actually cut off by half an inch by the invisible energy.

"Three days ago, the division of the city walls was obscure and unclear, but now we see the Greedy Wolf carrying a sword entering the Qin Palace." Nine divination slips flew from Yao Baiyue's sleeve, condensing in the void into the Trapped Dragon Formation from the fragments of the Lianshan Scroll. "The one who can sever the century-long fortune of the Wei Kingdom must have already touched upon the realm beyond the Netherworld..."

Before the words were finished, a shooting star suddenly streaked across the moon in the northeastern sky.

The crimson light exploded suddenly as it fell into the air, transforming into nine ferocious golden dragons of fortune, their heads pointing directly towards the direction of the Soul-Severing Gorge.

All seventy-two ever-burning lamps around the observatory burst into flames, the flames licking at the glass dome reflecting the patterns of the Qin Dynasty's Black Ice Platform armor.

Jiang Yuanliang's pupils, hidden beneath his crown, shrank to pinpoints: "Master Yao, can you recognize this phenomenon?"

(End of this chapter)