Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 690 Are you willing to be the ruler who guards the achievements?
A gentle breeze caresses the face atop the mountain ridge.

The sprawling academy, with its white walls and blue tiles, exudes a faint golden aura, as if drifting through clouds and mist.

Being here brings peace of mind, and before you know it, you're too lazy to care about the world's affairs.

Even Ying Rong himself had become more refined and scholarly, losing the nobility of the Qin royal family.

"His mind is in turmoil, and his blood is surging with murderous intent." A voice sounded behind Ying Rong.

"On Qingtian Continent, immortals and demons bow their heads, and there is no calamity on Bailu Mountain. Why is this?"

The scholar, with his hands behind his back and dressed in a blue Confucian robe, walked slowly towards Ying Rong, looking at him with a hint of doubt on his face.

Ying Rong turned around and bowed.

The Master was a member of the Qin royal family, and although Ying Rong was the eldest prince, he was treated with the respect due to a junior in Qingtian Continent.

"Master, do you know about the ancient Heavenly Court?"

Ying Rong's words made the Master stop in his tracks, his eyes slowly narrowing.

An invisible aura rose and swirled around him, and the space around him seemed to shatter.

"The ancient wilderness, the thirty-six continents of the Great Xia Dynasty?"

The Master's voice was solemn, as if a mountain were hanging high and thunder was surging in the sky.

With his body gathered on the Great Dao of Qingtian Continent, every word and action of the Master, his joys and sorrows, could cause the power of the Great Dao to tremble.

He was an invincible being on Qingtian Continent.

"If it weren't for the invasion of extraterrestrial demons and the collapse of the Great Heavenly Court, how prosperous would our human race be?"

"The Great Qin inherited the state of the Great Xia, and although it restored the lands of the Nine Provinces, it..."

The Master paused, slowly raised his head, and looked at Ying Rong, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"Do you have news from beyond the realms?"

The eldest prince nodded.

The vast golden light emanating from the Master seemed to burst through the sky, causing millions of students on White Deer Mountain to look up.

At this moment, even the main road of Qingtianzhou trembled slightly.

"Ying Rong".

The Master looked at the eldest prince before him and said, slowly and deliberately, "Are you willing to be the ruler who maintains the order?"

To maintain the status quo, my lord?
In Confucius's eyes, was he qualified to be the ruler of Qin?
The eldest prince clenched his fist.

If he had heard this at any other time, he would have been overwhelmed with questions.

This signifies that Qingtianzhou, one of the Nine Provinces of the Great Qin, has submitted to him.

As a master, his words are lawful and he cannot speak recklessly.

However, standing atop the mountain, Ying Rong's mind was filled with the echoes of Zhang Yuan's words, "to usher in an era of lasting peace."

Beyond the continents, the ancient thirty-six continents—what a vast world that was!

So this world is truly vast!
A ruler who maintains the status quo.

What's the point anymore...?

……

Imperial City.

Jade Terrace Hall.

Just as Yu Kuizhen arrived outside the palace gate, Emperor Yuankang strode out.

"Go to the Purple Palace."

"Summon Su Jing and the Duke of Cheng."

The emperor's voice rang out.

Yu Kuizhen bowed slightly and saw Yuan Tong, the deputy head of the Shadow Division, who was following closely behind Emperor Yuankang, holding a long sword in his hand.

The sword emitted a dim, demonic light.

Qizhou?

Yu Kuizhen turned around, raised her hand to beckon several eunuchs from the Imperial Household Department, and asked them to deliver the message.

The Purple Palace.

The dim, deep light was slightly distorted.

Inside the main hall, Emperor Yuankang stood with his hands behind his back before the bronze cauldron. Mu Xuan, a powerful member of the Ancestral Dragon Guard, stood silently in his black robe, seemingly blending into the shadows of the hall itself.

"My lords, His Majesty has been waiting for a long time."

Outside the palace gate, Yu Kuizhen bowed and spoke in a low voice.

Several high-ranking officials exchanged glances and nodded slightly before filing into the hall.

Duke Lu Jun of Chengguo had a solemn expression and a steady gait.

Commander of the Black Ice Guard, Marquis Su Jing of Changning, had eyes as sharp as a hawk's and walked with a capable and stern air.

Minister of Rites Wang Anzhi and Zhang Hengqu arrived together. The latter, as the headmaster of the Imperial Academy, was deep in thought.

Several high-ranking officials who controlled the empire's military and political affairs also arrived one after another with solemn expressions. Almost simultaneously, everyone's gaze was focused on Yuan Tong, the deputy head of the Shadow Division.

The jet-black longsword, sealed with layers of protective spirit jade and emanating a faint demonic aura, was...

The atmosphere inside the hall instantly became tense.

Although Marquis Su Jing of Changning had already learned about the sword from Zhang Yuan's secret message, Duke Lu Jun of Cheng's gaze also froze.

He had surveyed the world and seen countless strange weapons, but he had never felt such pure destruction and erosion. Zhang Yuan's prediction was correct; this thing must be a great threat from beyond the realm!

As a master of Confucianism and Taoism, and wielding the cauldron of literature and Taoism in the Great Qin Dynasty, Wang Anzhi was particularly sensitive to the flow of qi. The twisted and ferocious cold and fiery qi of the demonic sword made him instinctively feel uncomfortable and a deep chill.

Zhang Hengqu, the academy's headmaster who was well-versed in both ancient and modern knowledge, was in a state of turmoil.

The descriptions of Qizhou in the Spring Mountain Grotto Heaven surged in my mind, and the demonic sword before me seemed to be the living proof of the imagined realm in that painting!

"His Majesty."

Everyone bowed in respect.

Emperor Yuankang, Ying Chuan, took a deep breath, his eyes shining brightly.

Without uttering a single word, he raised his hands, drawing upon the imperial dragon energy and the secret array power of the Purple Extreme Palace itself, and solemnly bowed towards the void:
"Your descendant Ying Chuan respectfully invites all the sages and worthies of the past to manifest their holy presence!"

"Om-!"

The familiar golden light curtain quickly solidified and rose in the center of the Purple Palace.

Unlike the last meeting, this time the fluctuations of the light screen were more intense, and spatial ripples spread out, clearly projecting several incomparably majestic figures.

Ying Wuji, the first King of Qin and the Martial King who protected the country, sat high on the frozen throne, his Xuanbing Kuilong Armor exuding a chilling aura.

Ying Yuexuan, the Supreme Elder of Tianxuan Sword Pavilion in Yangtianzhou, unleashed her sword energy, which soared into the sky. Behind her, the phantom images of seven famous swords trembled and murmured softly.

Li Chunfeng, the master of Tianji Tower, had his eyes covered with silk, and the celestial compass in his palm spun endlessly.

Zhuang Zhou, surrounded by celestial light; Bai Qi, the ethereal and silent Lord of Wu'an…

The light and shadow at the edge of the light screen distorted again, and three more powerful auras spread out!
A cold and aloof woman dressed in crimson phoenix-patterned armor, with a leaping flame divine mark between her brows, was surrounded by terrifying heat that seemed capable of burning away the void.

Nanli Tianzun.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, and a kind and gentle face, was dressed in a simple Taoist robe embroidered with countless stars and runes representing the creations of nature.

The Celestial Craftsman, the Star Lord.

The last one was a dignified monk with a bronze complexion, wearing an old kasaya and holding a string of jet-black prayer beads that seemed to devour light.

The Vajra Subduer of Demons, Venerable Guangyuan.

The aura emanating from these three powerful individuals was in no way inferior to that of Ying Wuji and the others.

They are all beings who have surpassed the Grandmaster level!

Clearly, the appearance of the demonic sword has alarmed many top cultivators who were either in seclusion or guarding various regions!

Inside the main hall, Mu Xuan looked up, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Indeed, the Qin Dynasty's foundation was unfathomable.

Even the Ancestral Dragon Guard, with its countless powerful members, is only one of the foundations and reliance of the Great Qin Dynasty.

As their gazes met the light and shadow, Mu Xuan bowed slightly to show respect.

Even someone as accomplished in cultivation as him had to bow his head at this moment!
Ying Chuan faced the assembled powerful figures, his voice deep and resolute: "I would be grateful if you seniors would have the discerning eye to examine the origin of this object!"

He gestured for Yuan Tong to come forward.

Yuan Tong felt a chill run down his spine. Despite the terrifying pressure that threatened to tear his soul apart, he carefully presented the demonic sword sealed in the spirit jade, ensuring that all eyes in the hall could clearly perceive it.

Dead!

Even the humming of the main hall itself seemed to have stopped.

(End of this chapter)