The God of Heavens

Chapter 230 This is to see the Jade Emperor profession through to the very end.

The Great Qian Dynasty, Jade Capital City.

The Great Qian Dynasty was at its peak, a vast and prosperous land with a population of tens of millions, and was a superior celestial empire.

This year marks the sixtieth anniversary of the Great Qian Dynasty, a full cycle of sixty years since it established its rule over the world.

Surprisingly, in just sixty years, the Great Qian Dynasty had already seen four emperors, with each emperor reigning for an average of only fifteen years.

It seems that every emperor of the Qianlong reign died suddenly from an illness in his prime.

Rumors circulated widely among the people, with some saying the emperor accidentally fell into the water and died, and others saying he died young due to excessive indulgence in sex.

However, it is undeniable that the Great Qian Dynasty has now reached a golden age of prosperity, with everyone living in peace and contentment, and the lives of ordinary people have improved.

"What emperors are easily soluble in water? It's all because they wanted to live forever. The more they wanted to live forever, the faster they died."

Lin Yu complained.

He now has a special identity: Prince Yang Qian of the Great Qian Dynasty.

That's right, it's the Jade Emperor from the world of Yangshen, Yi Zihong's best friend.

However, he is still a prince.

When the Mark of All Heavens found the new world coordinates, Lin Yu prepared to begin his journey. However, although his current strength was quite good, it was still not enough in the myriad worlds. Therefore, he first sent a giant elephant particle to explore the way, and that's how he plunged into the Yang God World.

Although it was only a single giant elephant particle, the innate essence it carried after reincarnation still surpassed that of most people in this world.

After all, the Yangshen World was a low-level martial arts world in its early stages. Many ordinary people were just ordinary people who couldn't get enough to eat or wear. Their martial arts and Taoist techniques were not very powerful, and they would still die if they were surrounded and killed by a large army.

In the later stages, various forces appeared, including the Hundred Schools of Thought and extraterrestrial visitors, and the combat power rapidly increased.

"What time is it now?" Lin Yu asked.

"Reporting to Fourth Master, it's past midnight..."

An old eunuch in black robes deliberately lowered his voice, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the night.

The palace maids and eunuchs serving around him all kept their eyes down, so quiet that even their breathing could not be heard, as if they had become one with the walls and corners of the study.

They only appear when summoned by the prince.

"It's past midnight!"

Lin Yu put his hands behind his back, walked out of the study, and came outside.

He had bright eyes, delicate eyebrows, a full forehead, and fair, rosy skin. He was born with an elegant demeanor and a natural air about him.

"Fourth Prince, the Emperor is going to the Nanshan Hunting Grounds tomorrow for a gathering to test the princes' martial arts skills. Why don't you retire early?"

"It's a black-robed old eunuch, Yuan Gonggong, speaking in a low voice."

"It's alright, I just want some peace and quiet." Lin Yu walked to a high platform outside the hall and looked down.

The entire palace was vast in scale and complex in structure, with 36,000 rooms and more than 20,000 palace maids and eunuchs. The main palace alone had 36 grand halls, including the Qian Gang and Kun Yuan halls.

As night fell, the long street wound its way through the night, with teams of lantern-carrying eunuchs patrolling back and forth, maintaining extremely tight security.

The Great Qian Palace can be described as the largest palace in the world. As the central location of successive dynasties, it has been repaired and expanded by hundreds of dynasties, destroyed by war and rebuilt several times, and has experienced the vicissitudes of countless years.

As the night breeze blew and the stars shone brightly, Lin Yu's heart gradually settled into a state of peace.

The Great Qian Dynasty was extremely strict in educating its princes. They were assigned a tutor as early as three years old, and the emperor often personally examined them, severely punishing those who failed.

Upon reaching adulthood at fifteen, one must join the army to gain experience and accumulate military merit. If a member is deemed useless, neither skilled in literature nor martial arts, he will simply be confined to retirement.

Furthermore, the royal family frequently organized various hunts to hone their archery, horsemanship, and combat skills.

His clone is quite strong, enjoying the daily offerings of the Great Qian royal family. Although he is not yet fifteen years old, he has already reached the Bone Refining Martial Master realm, which is more than enough to handle a hunting event.

The cultivation methods of the Great Qian Dynasty, and even the entire world, originated from the ancient era. After the Holy Emperor, led by the Longevity Emperor and his disciple Pan Huang, broke the rule of the ancient demon gods, the cultivation system was established.

The way of martial arts is to strengthen the physical body and transcend life and death. The world is like a sea of ​​suffering, and the physical body is like a raft to cross it. If the physical body is strong, it can carry people directly to the other side of the sea of ​​suffering.

There are seven fundamental levels in martial arts training, from lowest to highest: Martial Student, Martial Apprentice, Martial Warrior, Martial Master, Innate Martial Master, Grandmaster, and Martial Saint. Each level corresponds to a different direction of tempering: training the flesh, tendons, membranes, bones, internal organs, marrow, and blood, with the aim of refining the physical body to its ultimate potential.

However, becoming a Martial Saint is not the ultimate goal of martial arts. Besides flesh, tendons, membranes, bones, internal organs, marrow, and blood, the human body is also covered with countless acupoints, like stars in the sky. Legend has it that these acupoints are the dwelling places of the gods. Cultivating these acupoints allows martial artists to unleash earth-shattering power, thus stepping into the realm of true immortality—the Human Immortal.

The human body has 1,296 major acupoints, as the saying goes, "If one acupoint is opened, all acupoints will be opened." Only by opening all 129,600 acupoints in the body can one comprehend the true meaning of martial arts, realize the materialization of fist intent, achieve the transformation of flesh and blood into countless variations, and ultimately break through all shackles and constraints, shattering the void.

Yang Qian cultivates the "Creation Heavenly Book" of the Great Qian Imperial Family, which is the ancient creation Dao inheritance obtained by Hong Xuanji, the Son of the Great Thousand World.

It was precisely because of this that they were able to successfully assassinate Meng Shenji after breaching the Great Zen Temple, destroying his physical body and forcing him to reincarnate. Otherwise, the Great Qian Emperor would have been assassinated by Meng Shenji every ten years or so for practicing Taoist arts.

Regarding the cultivation of Taoist arts, perhaps because Yang Qian is still young, Emperor Qian has not yet taught him, and it may have to wait until after he establishes his own government.

He is now only one step away from the Refining Internal Organs Realm. Once he enters this realm, through breathing exercises, his internal organs will become as tough as metal and stone, his breathing will be long and deep, and his physical strength will be greatly improved.

Having cultivated martial arts to this level, one can walk as fast as a galloping horse and leap as nimbly as a flying bird. One's skin is as tough as copper, bones as strong as steel, and internal organs as iron, making one capable of fighting against a hundred people.

However, these were all achievements from his unawakened past. Now that his memories have returned, with a commanding perspective, his martial arts cultivation will undoubtedly advance by leaps and bounds. Not to mention the "Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique," with so many ancient scriptures of great emperors and various secret techniques, any one of them could transform him completely. "Isn't being a minor master considered a master?" "Fourth Master?"

The black-robed eunuch, Yuan Gonggong, looked at Lin Yu below and, for some reason, felt that something was different about him.

It was as if a god was beginning to revive within him, exuding profound majesty.

"Let's go back!"

After saying this, Lin Yu turned and returned to his palace.

The next day.

One hundred miles outside Yujing City, at the vast royal hunting grounds, many princes and nobles had gathered. In the center of the camp were large clusters of tents, heavily guarded, with many princes and nobles moving back and forth, exchanging information and using this opportunity of the emperor's hunt to expand their networks.

Some princes even cultivated relationships with ministers to consolidate their positions and gain support.

After Emperor Qian destroyed the physical body of the Dream God, the pressure on the Great Qian royal family was greatly reduced, and the traditional art of vying for power and profit among various parties began to become popular.

After all, Emperor Qian felt that he had mastered the Daoist arts and could rule for thousands of years. What would happen to his sons? He had to find them something to do, otherwise they would turn their attention to him.

Is there ever a crown prince who reigns for sixty years?
This statement holds true in any world.

Lin Yu saw his older brothers chatting and laughing among a group of princes and nobles, including the Crown Prince and the Second Prince.

"Haha, isn't this Fourth Brother? Why are you so late?"

A sound came, like a tiger roaring in the valley, so loud it hurt people's ears.

"Second dick."

Lin Yu looked up and saw that the prince who was speaking was tall and robust, his iron armor gleaming, and he looked very powerful and fierce.

This is the Second Prince, Yang You.

He was forthright and brave, and had a high reputation in the army. Emperor Qian brought him to compete with the Crown Prince. However, in recent years, Yang Qian began to show his talent and received a lot of attention. Emperor Qian regarded him as a threat and began to suppress him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Fourth brother, I heard you've made great progress in martial arts recently. How about sparring with your second brother?" Yang You strode over, his aura fierce. The people around him scattered. His gaze was imposing and had a captivating presence. Even ordinary experts would tremble at the sight of him.

Several princes and a group of royal relatives watched the spectacle with smiles on their faces.

Lin Yu smiled, but his eyes turned cold. A mere innate martial artist who had cultivated filth was like an ant, jumping around for so-called power. How could we glorify our Great Qian Dynasty if we were with such a worm!
"Shh!"

Lin Yu's eyes suddenly flashed with a tangible sharpness, a thunderous gaze piercing through the air and striking deep into the opponent's pupils, causing his soul to tremble violently.

"what!"

Yang You's face turned deathly pale instantly. He let out a scream of panic and staggered back three steps, no longer daring to meet Lin Yu's gaze.

"what?"

The eyes of those around them nearly popped out of their sockets.

"What's going on? The Second Prince is a natural martial arts prodigy, a young man who has already become a Xiantian Martial Master, and has fought countless battles and killed many people. How could he be no match for the Fourth Prince?"

"What kind of martial art is this? There are no Daoist fluctuations, it's just a method of observation. Where did my second brother get this inheritance from? Could it be that Father Emperor instructed us to give us a warning?"

The crown prince, witnessing this scene, had a solemn expression and his heart was filled with turmoil.

In the early stages of cultivation, a cultivator's soul is fragile and they are terrified of lightning. If they are not careful, their soul will be damaged by the power of lightning, or they may even die.

Having undergone countless tribulations, Lin Yu was already quite accustomed to such things. With just a slight change in his gaze, he was enough to shake Yang Tuo's soul to its core.

He essentially climbed to power by stepping on Yang You, so no one dared to step forward anymore.

"The Emperor has arrived!"

Just as all the princes and nobles were discussing this, suddenly, a sharp eunuch's voice came from afar.

All the princes and nobles hurriedly rose from their seats, stood up, and bowed.

As the imperial carriage approached from afar, hundreds of imperial guards rode on horseback, swords at their sides. Their iron armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the long swords at their waists made a soft clattering sound as their mounts bounced. The formation pressed forward in perfect unison like a steel torrent, and the chilling aura emanating from them seemed to freeze the air itself.

"Be flat."

Emperor Qian, Yang Pan, smiled first, then stepped down from the imperial carriage, ordered the nobles to rise, and then turned his gaze to Lin Yu, a hint of admiration appearing in his eyes.

"His Majesty!"

The Minister of War and the Vice Minister of Rites came running over and prostrated themselves on the ground.

"Our Great Qian Dynasty values ​​both literature and martial arts, and the sons of noble families should cultivate both! The hunting ceremony is not only a contest of archery and horsemanship, but also a way to hone courage and temper character. Now that the barbarians of Yunmeng are coveting the border, this hunting expedition is to rectify the military spirit of our Great Qian Dynasty!"

In the arena, all the princes and noble sons held their breath in concentration. At this moment, Emperor Qian, Yang Pan, slowly opened his mouth. His voice was like heavenly music, each word clear and resonant, echoing throughout the arena and lingering for a long time.

Every word uttered by Emperor Qian seemed to materialize, as if imbued with a spirit, like vibrant, lively lives, leaping and bounding in the arena.

(End of this chapter)