Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 834 If not to recreate the glory of the Thirty-Six Continents, why would Zhang Yuan step out of Yongtian Continent?
Great Qin.

Imperial City.

Qianyang Palace.

Yu Kuizhen, the head of the Imperial Household Department and a palace attendant, stepped forward quickly, bowed, and urgently reported: "Your Majesty, the Marquis of Qingyang has sent a message from Yangtianzhou requesting an audience!"

Emperor Yuankang, Ying Chuan, strode into the main hall of the Ziji Palace with the imposing presence of a dragon and the powerful stride of a tiger, his black robe billowing in the wind.

A beam of light stretched across the main hall.

Within the light screen, Zhang Yuan's figure appeared clear and solid. He bowed and clasped his hands in greeting, his voice carrying across vast distances: "Your subject Zhang Yuan congratulates Your Majesty on the successful conclusion of the Yangtian Continent crisis!"

Yang Tianzhou is the one!
Even though he had high hopes, Emperor Yuankang was still shaken at this moment.

Over the years, countless heroes have ventured into the Sword Tomb, only to return defeated in the end.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan actually resolved the matter of the Sword Tomb this time, causing a major shift in the power dynamics of Yangtianzhou.

"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!" Emperor Yuankang praised three times, his eyes flashing with brilliance, his impassioned voice causing the palace beams to hum, "Minister Zhang, this is a monumental achievement! You should be promoted directly to the rank of War Marquis of the Nation, and the news should be proclaimed throughout the Nine Provinces!"

Zhang Yuan remained expressionless and then reported the details: "Your Majesty, although Yangtianzhou has been pacified, the dangers have not disappeared. The ominous light of the Sword Tomb has already appeared, and in the territory of Zhaozhou, evil spirits have risen again and are running rampant even more, becoming a scabies disease."

To secure the new territory and deter the villains, a large elite army should be quickly dispatched to Yangtianzhou for defense!

"Furthermore, we must move the 'Yangzhou Cauldron' from the Nine Provinces Cauldrons here, using its power to suppress the fortune of mountains and rivers, to completely anchor Yangtianzhou to our Great Qin territory and prevent it from ever changing course!"

Zhang Yuan's voice echoed in the main hall.

Emperor Yuankang nodded slightly.

These are all necessary means to occupy the new continent.

The army suppressed the rebellion and won the hearts of the people.

The Golden Cauldron of Zhenzhou suppresses the Heavenly Dao, preventing cultivators from resisting.

Only in this way can we securely occupy a continent.

The emperor and his minister exchanged glances like lightning, and reached a consensus in an instant.

A thoughtful look crossed Emperor Yuankang's eyes. He suddenly asked, "Yangtianzhou has just been established, and its foundation is still weak. Furthermore, it is bordered by the Sword Tomb and the demonic threat of Zhaozhou. Minister Zhang, would you be willing to oversee Yangtianzhou and govern Zhaozhou for me?"

One man can control Shuangzhou!

Without hesitation, Zhang Yuan's voice rang out like the clash of metal: "Your subject is willing to expand the territory of Great Qin, pacify all regions, and restore the glorious world of the ancient thirty-six continents! This will never waver!"

If not to recreate the glory of the Thirty-Six Continents, why would Zhang Yuan step out of Yongtian Continent?
The lands and rivers of the Great Qin Dynasty are no longer what Zhang Yuan desires!
Emperor Yuankang was overjoyed, his imperial crown and jade tassels rippled like waves, and he nodded emphatically: "I am very pleased! With you here, Yangtianzhou has no worries!"

The ripples of light completely dissipated, leaving only faint tremors of imperial dragon energy and spatial power in the air.

Emperor Yuankang, Ying Chuan, stood with his hands behind his back, the excitement in his eyes not yet completely gone. His burning gaze seemed to pierce through the palace and land on the territory of Yangtian Continent, hundreds of millions of miles away.

……

Spring Mountain Cave.

The stream murmured, and the air was filled with ethereal mist, but this tranquil space was soon disturbed by the appearance of a series of illusory figures.

The figure of Consort Qi, codenamed "Jade Marrow," materialized, and only her slender silhouette could be seen through the mist.

Her gaze immediately fell on the dark, ethereal figure of "Black Tiger" Zhang Yuan, who sat in the main seat, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

She knew that Zhang Yuan was in Yangtianzhou.

What could possibly require such a cross-continental gathering at Spring Mountain?

Could it be that the situation on Yangtianzhou has changed?
Not only her, but everyone else also looked puzzled at this moment.

Both Sun Qi, nicknamed "White Stone," and Ying Rong, nicknamed "Hidden Dragon," looked up at Zhang Yuan.

Only Yu Kuizhen, the "floating dust," remained silent, a smile in his eyes.

He had just met Zhang Yuan at the Ziji Palace, so he naturally knew that Zhang Yuan's ability to preside over this meeting was a silent declaration that the situation in Yangtianzhou was settled and its foundation was solid!

"Gentlemen, what is the current situation of the Qin Dynasty?"

Zhang Yuan's voice rang out.

These words immediately sent a shockwave through everyone.

Although I was in Yongtianzhou and had some information on all fronts, I was only reading the official gazettes and couldn't really understand the situation.

Upon hearing Zhang Yuan's question, everyone immediately perked up.

Li Cheng, nicknamed "Bamboo Raft," spoke with excitement, "In the Eastern Territory! Commander Han personally led his army and conquered seven cities of Wei, bringing the formidable Yuting Pass, known as the 'Imperial Fortress,' to our feet!"

"The State of Wei is already in dire straits!"

Once upon a time, the three kingdoms in the east, which were once the greatest threat to the Qin Dynasty, had become this powerful.

Immediately afterward, Ji Liang, the Marquis of Xichang, known as "Broken Spear," added in a powerful voice: "According to reports, Yuwen Tuo is terrified and has secretly sent an envoy to surrender, but was rebuked by Commander Han! Wanren City will fall in no time!"

Yuwen Tuo.

The name of this emperor, which once resounded throughout Yongtian Continent, is now spoken of like a clown by the War Marquis of Daqin.

Unbeknownst to many, the Qin Dynasty had grown to such a powerful state.

"Qinghe" Zuoqiu Ren's voice was gentle yet proud: "The southern front has also yielded fruitful results. Dingbo City, the lifeline of the Qingtian Domain's waterways, has been taken control by our army. The Qingtian Domain Lord is terrified and has sent envoys to sue for peace. The Political Affairs Hall is drafting a plan to accept the surrender and assimilation."

He seemed to deliberately omit the name of the third prince, Ying Xian, and only talked about the result.

Regardless of the circumstances, this battle was a victory for the Qin Dynasty.

The calm voice of Crown Prince Ying Rong, known as the "Hidden Dragon," rang out: "On the northern front, in the Chenzhou Ice Plains, the main force of the barbarians suffered heavy losses. Three royal tents were burned down, and 100,000 enemy soldiers were captured!"

"The gates of Chenzhou have been opened, and our army is clearing out the remaining enemy forces along the way. The 'Zhenyuan City' fortress we are building is beginning to take shape."

His voice was steady, carrying the appropriate dignity and accomplishments.

The eldest prince, who once fought with all his might in the imperial city and could only rival the fifth prince, now sits in Qingtianzhou, controls the Confucian and Taoist trends, and his army is marching straight into Chenzhou.

Only by stepping outside the confines of one's own world can one truly understand the vastness of the universe.

Ying Rong is now acting with increasing magnanimity.

Following that, others also spoke up, describing the excellent situation on their respective fronts.

With the western border secured, the southern frontier won over, and internal affairs purged...

Throughout the entire Qin territory, good news kept pouring in, and it seemed that every place was filled with triumphant songs.

The atmosphere in the entire cave was relaxed and invigorating.

Wang Anzhi, the "Stone Bridge" general, said with emotion: "With the hearts of the people united and the military might awe-inspiring, it seems that our Great Qin will soon witness the glorious scene of several national war marquises shining in the sky, and the glory of the ancient Qin will be restored in the near future!"

His words resonated with many of the codenamed phantoms, and an invisible atmosphere permeated the air with a sense of relief that the overall situation was about to be settled and that peace could be enjoyed.

The Nine Provinces reunite.

What a momentous undertaking this is!

Such a grand occasion is about to be realized in their hands, and witnessed by them?
Even Consort Qi was momentarily stunned.

Your Majesty, are you truly destined to become an emperor for all ages...?

In this warm and inviting atmosphere—

"Humph."

A faint, yet chilling snort, like an ice blade slicing through silk, instantly froze all the commotion.

It's "Black Tiger" Zhang Yuan.

His illusory figure formed by the dark mist seemed to have become even more solid, and his voice was deep, yet contained an immense weight.

His voice clearly penetrated the very soul of every attendee. "Ladies and gentlemen—"

The brief pause brought immense pressure.

"Are you just going to let things languish like this?"

The words struck like a heavy hammer, slamming down on the relaxed atmosphere that had just been there.

Inside the cave, there was an eerie silence.

Without giving anyone a chance to respond or explain, "Black Tiger" suddenly raised his hand.

The spiritual mist in front of them instantly churned and surged, and a huge light screen suddenly unfolded!

The scene within the light screen was breathtaking!
The vast sky of Yangtianzhou!
Thirteen enormous sword light phantoms, reaching the heavens and the earth, and extremely fierce and domineering, hung down!
Like a pillar supporting the heavens and the earth, the chilling sword intent seemed to pierce through the light curtain and penetrate into the cave, causing the phantoms of immortals and demons to tremble and bow their heads in fear!
The sense of oppression from that scene far surpassed that of any battlefield in Yongtian Continent!
The scene then shifts to the land of Zhao Zhou!

Demonic flames surged to the heavens, and evil energy ran rampant!
Mountains and rivers twisted and torn apart, and endless demons spread like ants, gnawing at the barren land and emitting a nauseating aura of destruction!

“Yang Tianzhou,” Zhang Yuan’s voice, clear as ice falling from jade against the backdrop of the horrific scene on the light screen, “has been captured!”

"boom!"

It was like an invisible thunderclap exploding in the cave!

The phantom image of Li Cheng, the "bamboo raft," trembled violently.

The projection of "Broken Spear" Ji Liang suddenly straightened up!

Even the composed "Hibernating Dragon" Crown Prince's outline in the mist was noticeably stiff and swaying!
They had previously fought a fierce and brutal battle against Wei and Zhao, who were "supported by Yangtianzhou," in Yongtianzhou, believing they were fighting against a powerful enemy with a background of immortals and demons.

Only now did they realize with a start that the biggest backer behind their blood-soaked enemy, that mysterious and unpredictable core region teeming with immortals and demons, had actually been subdued by Zhang Yuan alone and completely brought under the control of the Great Qin?!
Such achievements, such awe-inspiring!
In an instant, a strong, indescribable sense of impact swept over all the codenamed phantoms.

The eldest prince, Ying Rong, felt that his previous claims of "conquering the barbarian tribes" and "capturing 100,000 enemies" had become so pale, insignificant, and tasteless in the face of the ancient continent-level battles and conquests displayed on the light screen!
It’s simply not worth mentioning!
Beneath the light curtain, the cave was filled with only an extreme, awe-inspiring silence.

Zhao Yu gazed intently at the "Black Tiger" in the main seat, the hazy mist unable to conceal the complex emotions in her eyes—a mixture of tenderness, pride, and heartache.

Only she knew how many hardships Zhang Yuan had gone through.

That humble guard from the Northwest has now subdued an entire continent, his achievements unparalleled.

"The Great Qin reshapes the world and reunites the ancient thirty-six continents," Zhang Yuan's voice rang out again, more powerful in its silence, "Yangtian Continent and Zhao Continent are merely the starting point."

"The real era of great strife, with war raging across the land and powerful enemies lurking everywhere, has only just begun. There are still many battles to be fought."

His words contained no trace of self-satisfaction, only a heavy sense of responsibility and foresight.

After he finished speaking, the spiritual mist surged, the huge light curtain suddenly dissipated, and the power in the center of the cave also slowly faded away.

"This gathering is now over."

As soon as the words were spoken, the illusory figures with indescribable shock faded and disappeared like drops of ink thrown into water, returning to their respective real worlds.

Yongtianzhou, Eastern Border Camp Main Tent.

Ji Liang suddenly opened his eyes and smashed a corner of the hard rosewood table in front of him with a single palm strike!
Sawdust was flying.

"Yangtianzhou! Yangtianzhou has been incorporated into the territory of my Great Qin?!" His eyes instantly erupted with unprecedented scorching flames, and the scene of immortals and demons bowing their heads in the light screen flashed repeatedly.

"Quickly! Issue orders to the entire army! Prepare for battle! Raise all combat readiness levels by one! Damn it, what are Wei and Zhao? The starry sky and vast ocean of Yangtian Continent are where true glory lies!"

"General Han is in Wanren City. I, this Marquis, will break through this isthmus and reach Yangtian Continent!"

He suddenly stood up, his fighting spirit burning like wildfire.

I originally thought the Eastern Territory was the whole world.

Only now do I realize that I was a frog in a well!

Only now did he understand why Marquis Qingyang had trained an army of hundreds of millions!
The hundreds of millions of troops in the Eastern Territory were not trained to sweep through the three kingdoms of the Eastern Territory, but were for the world beyond Yongtian Continent and beyond the Nine Continents!
Imperial City.

The academy and its study.

Wang Anzhi gasped sharply, his hand stroking his long beard frozen in mid-air. "Yangtian Continent... the ominous light of the Sword Tomb... the demons of Zhao Continent... the grand schemes of the Thirty-Six Continents... this is the true chessboard!"

The arrogance of a civil official that he had felt in the cave was completely shattered, leaving only a trace of shame and boundless shock.

"Maintain the status quo? Ha... We haven't even stepped out the door yet! Oh well, it seems I'll have to earn this merit of educating people in that land of immortals and demons..."

He shook his head and smiled wryly, but his eyes gleamed with a new and more challenging light.

From Minister of Rites to Grand Secretary of the Cabinet, he had already reached the pinnacle of his official career.

These days, he spends most of his time reading and writing, feeling that he no longer needs to do anything.

Only now did he realize that there was still so much for him to do across the thirty-six continents and rivers.

Qingtianzhou, the temporary headquarters of Zhenyuan City.

Ying Rong, the "hidden dragon," slowly opened his eyes from his cross-legged meditation, his gaze complex and unfathomable.

Confucius's words, "Are you willing to be a ruler who maintains the status quo?" echoed in his mind once again.

He looked towards the direction of the Chenzhou Icefield, where he had once been proud of his victories.

but now……

"Yangtianzhou... Immortals and demons bow down... What I want to be is... a king who will usher in an era of eternal peace! The mere northern barbarians are no match for me!"

He clenched his fists, feeling the long-lost passion boiling in the biting wind of the icy plains.

"Chenzhou? Not enough! Far from enough! The might of the Great Qin should be aimed at the vast territory of the thirty-three continents!"

He suddenly stood up, walked to the map, and looked further north, and also towards Yangtianzhou in the west.

Jiuchuan River.

The River Management Office.

Li Cheng jumped up from the futon, panting heavily. His eyes were bloodshot and his body was still trembling unconsciously.

He looked around at the brightly lit hall and the throngs of people moving about outside the government office.

The terrifying sword shadows that stretched to the sky and the demonic tide that engulfed mountains and rivers that had just appeared in the light screen flashed through his mind.

"Jiuchuan River... Hahaha..."

He suddenly burst into manic laughter, his laughter filled with ecstasy and ambition.

"What's the little Jiuchuan River! I'm going to follow the Marquis to Yangtian Continent, where ten thousand swords roam the sky, and carve out a future for myself! I'll fight for a chance to become famous throughout the starry sea! I, Li Cheng, will also set foot in the vast starry sky of the Great Qin!"

He suddenly drew his sword and slashed it hard against the pillar beside him, leaving a deep mark.

The grotto has dispersed, but the spiritual mist has not yet dissipated, leaving only the murmuring stream.

The space froze, leaving only two illusory figures: the "Black Tiger" and the "Skylark".

The gentle mist representing Zhao Yu slowly approached, so close that it could almost be felt as if the aura of the other's soul was being sensed.

"You..." came her soft voice, filled with endless longing, from the mist, "When will you return?"

"almost."

For the first time, Zhang Yuan's voice shed the somber and heavy atmosphere of the cave, becoming incredibly gentle and mellow, like a warm breeze carrying the essence of spring throughout Yangtian Continent.

He gently pulled that warm body into his arms.

There was no physical contact, only the warmth of intertwined wills and silent comfort.

The babbling of the stream seemed to play a lullaby, and the mist gently enveloped them.

"Let's go back and get married."

(End of this chapter)