Douluo Continent: A Thousand Miles of Cultivation

"So, should we fight or not?"

The students had almost finished their matches, and the teachers were naturally eager to join in. Yin Jin and Chen Sha were the second group to step off the field.

The girls' fight was over, and Qian Shui on the stage breathed a sigh of relief. With the plan slowly unfolding, he no longer needed to worry so much.

"Team leader, can't we just cut to the chase?" Yin Jin's question was the same one Ling Yunzhi had.

Unlike Yin Jin, who was pretending to be confused, Ling Yunzhi was also thinking about why Qian Shui was still hesitating.

“Sure, but what’s next? It’s not that easy to digest the entire Star Luo Empire. Their influence isn’t even as deep as that of the Heaven Dou Empire. We also need a reason to start a war to shut everyone up.”

This did not convince him. The reasons for war could be found easily. For example, any border dispute could be blown out of proportion if even a single soldier died in the Tiandou Empire.

"Is it necessary? Under absolute power, all clowns are just clowns."

"It is precisely because we have absolute power that we can do more. People in the shadows always help each other when they win, making it hard to tell. Only by creating absolute chaos and making them all jump out one by one can we deal with them all."

Otherwise, they'll hide in the shadows, or even join us, sharing in the spoils of victory. Then, after you're gone, they'll slowly steal it all away.”

Ling Yunzhi didn't understand the rest, but Qian Shui said to wait until he left?

"Team leader, you're still the same old you! Leaving is your real goal, isn't it?"

Turning to look at Ling Yunzhi, Qian Shui smiled without saying a word.

Why is he working so hard overtime now? To become the supreme ruler after unifying the continent? Forget it!

While you can cram for your holiday homework at the last minute, it's wise to finish it early.

It's not only against his ideal of living a life of leisure and doing nothing, but what's the point of having these people under him? They might as well all go home and sell sweet potatoes.

"Chen Sha, your spirit is an ice pop..." Just as Chen Sha was about to activate her spirit, Yin Jin interrupted her.

"and many more!"

"doing what?"

"Sasha, do we really need to use traditional spirit fighting techniques? How about we, two support-type spirit masters, use spirit fighting skills?"

Upon closer reflection, it was indeed as Yin Jin had said. "Then how do you suggest we fight?"

"Let's have a sword fight, but without using soul skills."

"That's okay..."

Once the agreement was reached, two rapiers of similar design were drawn.

"Meteor Dash!"

"I go!"

Chen Sha smiled slightly, wearing a black tight-fitting combat suit. Just as Yin Jin had his own fighting style, so too did Chen Sha. Over the years, she had also practiced a sword technique that resembled a self-created soul skill.

Just as the name suggests, her first attack was a dash, and in Yin Jin's perception, Chen Sha didn't even use soul power; it was purely physical ability.

Therefore, Yin Jin appeared particularly surprised and flustered, and in an instant he was at a disadvantage.

Clang, clang, clang—the rapid sounds of swords clashing echoed throughout the military camp. Compared to the trainees' previous ability to alter terrain and unleash various energy attacks, this simpler battle gave the onlookers a more realistic feeling.

Before long, with a clang, Chen Sha knocked the black patterned slender sword in Yin Jin's hand away. Just as Chen Sha was wondering why Yin Jin was so weak and wanted to end the battle instantly with the sword to his neck, she saw Yin Jin suddenly smile.

Suddenly, the hand that had released the slender sword formed a sword finger and swung downwards. Sensing the danger, Chen Sha instantly took a step back.

Sure enough, the rapier that had been knocked away suddenly fell down on him.

"What skill is this?"

"Hey! Isn't this about controlling objects? Didn't Brother Shui perform something like 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin' back then? I begged him for ages before he taught me!"

"Tsk! Xiao Shui is really biased!"

The silver-gold sword strikes, Chen Sha passively blocks, and occasionally launches a surprise attack. The fight is dramatic and exciting, with both sides exchanging blows, which draws cheers from the audience.

However, the two chatted as they fought, and there was no intention to fight to the death and decide the winner immediately. The real battle is always decided in an instant, so how could the fight be so interesting?

"It's not that he's biased, it's just that the squeaky wheel gets the grease. Since you guys are too ashamed to cry, I guess I'll just have to reluctantly do it."

"What kind of twisted logic is that? You might as well just say he's lazy!"

"That still has some merit..."

The others in the stands didn't seem to notice anything, but Ning Huahua threw out too much stuff at once; even if you wanted to be greedy, you'd have to have the ability to do so.

Even Qian Shuishui, who can master all skills, is not proficient in everything.

But there are always people who have their own ideas, such as Huan Hongchen, who is with Xue Qinghe.

She tugged at Xue Qinghe, who had just come out of the central command tent, and asked, "What kind of ability is that?"

"It's just simple object manipulation... it's using soul power to attach to a physical object in order to control it. If you nurture it for a long time, you can do it like that." Qian Shui was speechless. Clones can be quite useful sometimes, but being asked questions from both sides so close together is quite schizophrenic.

Having received the answer, Huan Hongchen's suspicions were confirmed. "Yes! That's it! What would happen if this method were used in the creation of the Soul-Returning Tool? Have you thought about that?"

"Uh... why don't you try directly controlling objects from the very source of metal forging?"

However, there's another aspect. If you delve deeper, there's also the transformation of matter. Simply put, it involves feeding the object with soul power for a longer period in exchange for its strengthening.

Clapping his left hand against his right, Huan Hongchen seemed to have an epiphany. "Hiss... If it can really be put into practical use, perhaps soul tools made of rare metals could achieve even stronger effects! Especially if we make and use them ourselves, Jiaojiao and I might even be able to gain a significant level of combat power!"

"Uh... isn't this battle armor..." Qian Shui sniffed, sighing, realizing that he seemed to have inadvertently developed a technology that wouldn't exist for another ten thousand years.

Unable to contain her excitement, the mature and elegant Huan Hongchen's face flushed red. "I don't know how to manipulate objects. Why don't you help me try it out?"

"You know how busy I am..."

Huan Hongchen's eyes darted around, and her womanly instincts kicked in, "Waaah~ We're an orphan and a widow..."

"Fine, fine! I give up! Since Xiaoxue is back, I'll try to go in my own form!" With so many people around, everyone would think that Huan Hongchen and Xue Qinghe had some special relationship. There was no other way but to agree.

"Okay, no problem!" Sure enough, Huan Hongchen, who changed his expression very quickly, immediately became a serious imperial official with a solemn expression, showing no trace of his previous tearful state.

Feng Jingyi was persuaded, so there was nothing she could do; this woman's bottom line in this regard was quite lenient.

Just as Qian Shui was wondering if he should also give this middle-aged woman a talking-to, Xue Luochuan and Xue Haicang finally came to their senses and walked out of the central command tent.

"Big brother, Dean Hongchen."

"Your Highnesses."

After exchanging greetings, the group continued watching the game.

However, Xue Luochuan and Xue Haicang were clearly more concerned about Qian Shui herself, who was surrounded by a group of students.

"Your Highness the Immortal is really popular! Haicang, what do you think Xiao Beng's expression would be if he saw Rongrong calling him 'Brother Rongrong'?"

Xue Haizang shrugged, indicating that he couldn't answer.

Huan Hongchen, standing to the side, covered her mouth and chuckled. Qian Shui's affairs were in a mess. Xue Qinghe and he himself were very different. On one hand, he was an ordinary prince, and on the other hand, he was an unparalleled expert.

Seeing Huan Hongchen's reaction, Xue Haicang didn't directly mention Qian Shui. Unlike Xue Luochuan, he didn't care whether others could hear him. "The son and disciple of the Hongchen Hall Master are also here. I wonder if you also have any other relationship with that Your Majesty?"

"Right? You're having an affair?" Huan Hongchen's words were sure to shock.

"Ahem!" Someone was right next to him, so he naturally didn't like being joked like that.

Ever since she learned about Qian Shui's personality, this young woman has become increasingly unscrupulous. Qian Shui now really wants to summon the little angel to tell her that she forgot to warn her!

"If you keep talking nonsense, withdraw everything except the funds that are publicly available! Your new idea is on hold indefinitely!"

Faced with Qian Shui's fierce telepathic message, Huan Hongchen realized that he had gotten too excited and gone a bit too far, so he quickly shrank back and dared not say anything more.

Seeing his younger brother's somewhat disappointed expression, Xue Luochuan seemed to understand. He nudged Xue Haicang with his elbow and asked, "Sigh, third brother, do you think someone like Rongrong is better, or someone like Teacher Chen?"

He didn't say it explicitly, and someone else asked.

However, the people in the academy group were not happy this time. These people were all of a high level, and their gossip was bound to be heard, especially since her husband was still there.

"Big brother, I think Second Brother will be beaten to death by His Majesty sooner or later. Should we prepare his funeral in advance?"

Who doesn't love gossip? Qian Shui loves it too, but it's so ridiculous that it makes him want to punch someone.

Unfortunately, Xue Qinghe couldn't say whether or not a funeral could be prepared; if he did, it would definitely be misunderstood.

"Go and check on the logistics. Submit a report soon, and make sure it's genuine."

Spatial soul guides are too easy to take things away. The manufacturing process of these devices has been leaked, and even if the country bans them, it is difficult to completely prevent their use.

We must strictly control logistics; equipment is the second life on the battlefield.

"Yes!" Xue Qinghe gave the order, and everyone went to carry it out.

The emergence of new technologies brings about new changes, and of course, new problems will also arise, just like with soul tools.

Qian Shui has been so busy lately with the establishment of systems, and he hasn't even had time to celebrate holidays.

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Having finally returned to the Yin-Yang Well, the little angel ignored the unwelcoming little sheep and ran straight into the bedroom, opening the wardrobe.

He quickly kicked off his battle-damaged golden boots, stood on tiptoe, and hummed a song.

"Searching for targets in the wardrobe, preparation must always be meticulous, and choosing a skirt is absolutely no room for hesitation! Swaying jewelry, transparent lace~ Pure white clothes accentuate the collarbone~ On a night of taking the initiative, three places must be exposed! Neck, wrists, ankles! This stocking is white, that stocking is black, if there are no colors, then it's bare legs~ Bare legs!"

"Hmph!" Standing with her hands on her hips in front of the mirror, she revealed an extremely arrogant smile. She was fully prepared for the work. If she let Qian Shui get away, how could she, the little angel, survive?

"Ahem, be ladylike! Your eyes should hold a hint of adoration! Most importantly, you need a touch of cuteness amidst your charm!"

She tossed her golden hair, looked at her blinking reflection in the mirror, and gave herself a thumbs up. "Great!"

"Oh dear, what should we drink tonight?"

He took out his communication soul tool and notified Qian Shui, lest he be too busy to remember to go home, "Hey~ Little Shui~ Yeah, I'm home. Remember to come home for dinner tonight~"

What's her cooking skill level? None! What will she eat when she gets home?

An afternoon of military camp activities doesn't end so quickly. It involves extensive communication with military leaders, as well as demonstrations of the army's own training subjects. It might even take a day or two to finish.

Since Your Highness arrived in the afternoon, it's only right that we have dinner together in the evening, isn't it?

If we eat here, what about the meal at home?

That day, several strange rumors circulated in Tiandou City. For example, it was said that Sword Douluo was probably getting old and his eyesight was failing, so he saw a white dragon flying in the sky. The key point was that he was the only witness.

Another significant development is that the Immortal Douluo Qianshui seems to have some hidden ailment that prevents him from drinking alcohol, and he even deliberately ran away, his whereabouts currently unknown.

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"Why did you come to Hanhai City?! Do you have a death wish?!"