Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 613 I will let the world see the scourge of immortals and demons.
Spring Mountain Cave.

With a flustered expression, Zhao Yu grabbed Zhang Yuan's clothes and examined him closely.

"Are you okay?"

"A message came from the Eastern Border: Consort Qi summoned me to the palace overnight. I heard you were assassinated and seriously wounded... I... I—"

Clinging tightly to Zhang Yuan's clothes, tears welled up in Zhao Yu's eyes.

When Consort Qi solemnly handed her the jade pendant for communication, she almost couldn't stand up.

Zhang Yuan reached out and gently embraced Zhao Yu, feeling the warmth and trembling of her body.

"It doesn't matter."

Zhang Yuan spoke softly.

Zhao Yu, nestled in his arms, looked up, a look of confusion on her face: "Really? Then why was there news of your serious injuries sent back to the capital?"

"The Zhen Tian Division and the Imperial Palace officials are being mobilized overnight—"

Zhang Yuan nodded, a smile appearing on his face.

"If the Marquis of Qingyang, who was stationed in the eastern border, were assassinated, how could it be justified for the Zhen Tian Si and the Imperial Palace Guards not to take any action?"

"Yu Ruo, you're coming to the Eastern Territory too."

Zhang Yuan stroked Zhao Yu's face and said, "You have to make it look like I'm seriously injured."

These words made Zhao Yu frown, and she quickly said, "You, are you really injured, or are you planning something—"

Zhao Yu believed in Zhang Yuan's martial arts prowess, but after all, it was an assassination attempt by two grandmasters working together.

Zhang Yuan shook his head.

“Lu Wenzhao had contacted me long ago. That sword strike was meant to be a show for the world.”

"He exchanged the Seven Wounds Sword Seed for one of my Netherworld Dao Patterns, a mutually beneficial exchange."

“Lu Wenzhao is not stupid. If he really dares to kill me, the Great Qin will not let him live for more than three days.”

Zhao Yu opened his mouth, then finally reached out and punched Zhang Yuan hard in the chest.

Zhang Yuan smiled and put his arm around her.

As the master of Xiyu Tower, Zhao Defang had already contacted the Seven Profound Sword Sect. Lu Wenzhao could not refuse the recruitment of Qingyang Marquis Zhang Yuan.

Compared to the prosperity of the Qin Dynasty, the actions of Yuwen Tuo of the Eastern Wei Dynasty, who colluded with the demonic path and sacrificed the people, made Lu Wenzhao, a wise man, know how to choose.

If Zhang Yuan hadn't been putting on a show, it would have been the Blood River Ancestor who was targeted.

"I informed His Majesty of this matter ten days ago."

"When news of my assassination attempt reached the capital today, His Majesty will arrange for several Grandmasters from the Zhen Tian Division, imperial guards, and imperial guards to enter the Eastern Territory directly."

"Twenty grandmasters have arrived together; their target is Wu Daoling."

Wu Daoling, the Nine Yang Sword Immortal, is ranked number one on the Heavenly Ranking.

Looking at Zhao Yu, Zhang Yuan asked in a low voice, "Have the grain supplies from Qingtianzhou and the cold iron jade marrow from Chenzhou been transported to Daqin?"

Zhao Yu nodded and said, "Qingtianzhou has transported 80 million shi of rice and 2 million shi of spirit grain, which can supply the needs of an army of one billion for ten years."

"The Crown Prince is cultivating land in Qingtian Continent. The Immortal, Demon, and Monster Realms are supplying grain and fodder seven times a year. The second batch of 300 million shi of rice and 20 million shi of spirit grain are already on their way."

"This grain is enough to meet the needs of all the people on Yongtian Continent for two years."

“Especially the spirit grain, one stone of it is equivalent to a thousand stones of grain.”

Spiritual grains contain spiritual energy. Although each grain of rice contains only a small amount of spiritual energy, it is an excellent source of replenishment for the blood and qi of ordinary people and low-level martial artists.

If the soldiers were to freely supply the spirit grain, almost everyone could reach the Innate Realm.

This is the foundation of the Qin Dynasty, it just hadn't been put into use before.

The First Prince did what he did on Qingtian Continent: growing crops in the sparsely populated Immortal, Demon, and Monster Realm and then exchanging them for spiritual materials and treasures.

Yongtian Continent is the essence of the Nine Continents. Those spiritual materials and herbs that are readily available and not considered precious become rare treasures when sent to Qingtian Continent.

Especially those herbs that are looked down upon on Yongtian Continent, once bathed in the power of the Great Dao and nourished by spiritual energy on Qingtian Continent, can directly become highly sought-after medicines by immortals and demons. Originally, Confucianism and Taoism were not flourishing on Qingtian Continent, so they dared not allow the power of immortals and demons to grow too much.

Now, the Great Way on Qingtian Continent has returned to Confucianism. The Master cultivates in harmony with Heaven and Earth. The more prosperous the path of cultivation is on Qingtian Continent, the stronger the Master and Confucianism will become.

Today, Yu Yuan Trading Company and the Imperial City Family have dozens of caravans that specialize in traveling between the Northern Great Wall and Qingtian Continent to transport various supplies.

Not only in Qingtianzhou, but also in the Cold Iron Mountain Range of Chenzhou, mining is being carried out quietly.

The eastern border of Yongtian Continent has attracted the attention of many, but little do they know that outside Yongtian Continent, a storm is already brewing.

"The power of a Grandmaster-level cultivator's cave heaven is self-contained and can bear a weight of hundreds of millions of kilograms."

"Twenty Grandmasters, along with several storage treasures from the Great Qin Treasure Pavilion, can bring enough food and supplies to the Eastern Territory."

Zhang Yuan's expression turned serious as he gently pressed down on Zhao Yu's shoulder: "After you arrive in the Eastern Territory, stabilize the situation there, and at the same time make outsiders think that I am seriously injured and on the verge of death."

"I'm going to Eastern Wei."

Go to Eastern Wei!
"what you do!"

Zhao Yu gasped and nervously grabbed Zhang Yuan's arm.

"Yuwen Tuo wants to sacrifice 100,000 young men, and I must go and save them." Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he said in a deep voice, "I want the world to see the scourge of immortals and demons."

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Donghan County City.

At three quarters of Hai hour.

Sheriff's Mansion.

The bronze soul-suppressing bell remained unmoved in the torrential rain, as if even the wind and rain were afraid of the "Mirror Hanging High" plaque hanging under the eaves.

When Zhao Defang arrived at the courtyard behind the county government office, Liu Peiyuan was already waiting.

"Brother Zhao!" Liu Peiyuan's knuckles turned white as he gripped the oil-paper umbrella, his voice lower than the sound of rain pattering on the roof tiles: "Brother Zhao, when the Zhou family's direct descendants were beheaded, blood splattered seven steps away, and the Lu family of Yunling hanged themselves last night. You and I have almost offended all the official families and powerful clans of Donghan County, and now—"

He swallowed the rest of his sentence, his Adam's apple bobbing, and the umbrella ribs cracked under the strain in the gale.

His meaning was clearly that when Marquis Qingyang was safe, they had his backing and could act with impunity in Donghan County.

Now that the Marquis of Qingyang has been assassinated and his fate is unknown, if the various factions in Donghan County turn against him, the first to die will probably be Zhao Defang and Liu Peiyuan.

Zhao Defang's official robe with python patterns swept across the bluestone slabs, and the glass lanterns carried by the Xuanjia Guards cast his shadow into the rain, turning it into a distorted image.

As he strode forward, Zhao Defang's expression remained remarkably calm: "Lord Liu, you weren't this panicked before Marquis Qingyang came to Donghan County."

Just then, the downpour pierced through the gaps in the umbrella, clearly illuminating the panic that flashed in Liu Peiyuan's eyes.

The carved door to the back hall was forced open by the wind and rain, and Luo Hongxiu, dressed in red, moved swiftly, blocking Zhao Defang and Liu Peiyuan outside the eaves.

"The Marquis is in seclusion; no one is to disturb him."

From the shadows behind her, Wen Liu, the commander of the Black Cavalry clad in black armor, stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "By order of the Marquis, the Black Cavalry has taken over the defense of the four gates, and the military affairs of the 27th Battalion of Donghan are temporarily under the command of the Prefect."

These words made Liu Peiyuan, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, catch his breath.

He never expected that Marquis Qingyang would trust Zhao Defang so much that he would let Zhao Defang take charge of Donghan County.

Is the Marquis of Qingyang not afraid that his injuries will not heal and that Zhao Defang will betray him?
Zhao Defang looked up at the back room, where the doors and windows were tightly closed.

Taking a deep breath, he bowed deeply and shouted, "Please, Lord Marquis, rest assured in your seclusion. I will make sure the Eastern Border understands..."

"The laws of the Great Qin are the Heavenly Laws of the Eastern Han Dynasty!"

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The capital of the State of Qi.

Tianyuan Pavilion.

The smoke from the bronze crane-head incense burner crumbled into bluish-gray in the downpour.

The secret letter held between the fingers of Emperor Jiang Yuanliang of Qi, in the candlelight, revealed the words "Marquis of Qingyang was assassinated and seriously wounded; his fate is unknown," with a faint tinge of blood.

(End of this chapter)