I became a Sword Emperor in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 229 Saving the world is a good business

"What has my dear sister given you that makes you help her so much?"

Lian Qixia's eyes held a hint of resentment. From the day Lian Hongying was born, she had wanted to surpass her younger sister in everything.

Whether it's the throne or martial arts, she wants to win it all.

Only in this way can Lian Qixia prove to her mother that she is stronger than Lian Hongying.

Right now, her thoughts are also on Ye Qingzhou: "I'll say it again, whatever Lian Hongying can give you, I can give you too."

"King Yao, once you ascend to the throne, the Phoenix and Luan Swords will be within your grasp. You are not lacking in divine weapons."

Ye Qingzhou politely declined, offering a reason.

"Hmph~"

Lian Qixia glared at Ye Qingzhou with a hint of reproach in her beautiful eyes, but then did not press him further.

After all, there is still a long time to go, and forging a divine weapon is by no means an easy task, and the probability of failure is very high. Therefore, Lian Qixia does not believe that Ye Qingzhou has such an ability now.

However, Ye Qingzhou, who possesses the inheritance of the Yan Emperor, has clearly been regarded by Lian Qixia as someone worth winning over. In fact, she even felt that it wouldn't be a bad idea for her to choose such a royal consort.

The Divine Sword Festival begins, with the Lord of the Kingdom, Renkaori, personally presiding over the ceremony.

Today, she is dressed in a crimson battle robe. As she walks, her golden-green armor gleams in the sunlight, making her look like a golden-winged divine bird spreading its wings and soaring high, displaying a magnificent and powerful posture.

Although the Kingdom of Rakshasa is a matriarchal society, it does not survive by using sex to entertain people or through political marriages.

Conversely, the Kingdom of Rakshasa is martial and has adopted a development path based on warfare.

Despite numerous social injustices and frequent chaos within the country, it remains a nation at heart that is fiercely competitive, and its people deeply admire the strong.

The people of the capital, in particular, were all proud of their queen.

"Victory! Victory!"

Amidst a deafening roar, Lian Huozhi, clad in golden-winged armor, strode gracefully onto the sacrificial altar in the center of the arena.

As she drew her national treasure from her waist, the moment the twin blades were unsheathed, the sky and earth changed color, and two clear and melodious phoenix calls rang in everyone's ears.

As the twin blades were plunged into the altar, the immense dragon energy from the earth's veins beneath the capital resonated instantly with the divine weapons.

This dragon vein connects to the Earth's core, extending more than 6,000 kilometers underground. The earth-fiend fire that spews out at this moment has a temperature of nearly 7,000 degrees Celsius. The surging high-temperature fire instantly ignites the entire altar into a giant torch.

The altar connects to the thirty-two forging furnaces within the arena, and the blazing flames herald the official start of the Divine Sword Festival.

"With the gods as witnesses, we urge all the artisans to display their skills and spread the fame of our Rakshasa Kingdom."

Lian Huozhi waved his hand and announced the start of the competition.

The Kingdom of Rakshasa Women not only established itself through warfare, but also excelled in metallurgy, forging, and the sale of weapons.

Although they lack the technique of forging by both heaven and man, making it impossible to forge divine weapons, the superb and top-grade weapons they do forge are still very popular.

In particular, it is famous for its high-quality wrought iron, which is highly regarded and respected in the eight hundred fiefdoms.

At this moment, Ye Qingzhou felt the intense heat of the furnace fire and was also quite shocked.

It's important to know that the maximum temperature of electric arc furnaces in steel mills on Earth is generally only around 1,800 degrees Celsius. High temperatures are crucial for steelmaking, and can even directly affect the efficiency and quality of the steelmaking process.

In a sense, the higher the temperature, the better the quality of the steel produced.

The steelmaking temperature on Blue Star can reach up to 4,000 degrees Celsius, while the arc zone temperature of the electric arc furnace in the Eastern Pole Country can reach as high as 6,000 degrees Celsius.

Although the Kingdom of Rakshasa lacks electric arc furnaces and electroslag remelting technology, it can still use the power of divine weapons to ignite the earth's core fire, raising the smelting temperature to seven thousand degrees in one fell swoop!

This is truly a case of "you have technology, I have divine power."

It's not necessarily true that one's technology is more advanced.

As the Divine Sword Festival began, many participating blacksmiths took their places and began working with the metal materials in their hands around the forge.

Ye Qingzhou stood still, not in a hurry to make a move. He stood on the field, his golden eyes constantly sweeping over the other contestants.

In his line of sight, he could see that each contestant had threads of varying shades on their heads.

These silk threads are the manifestation of destiny, indicating that these Rakshasa artisans are closely connected with the destiny of the Rakshasa Kingdom.

One glory and one glory.

Only the two of them had no threads above their heads.

Firstly, there's Ye Qingzhou himself. Three days ago, he severed his own mind, cutting off his connection with the will of the Rakshasa clan.

The other was an old blacksmith wearing a black robe.

He was blind in one eye, missing one hand, lame in one leg, and even half of his face was burned and disfigured. He was old, ugly, and disabled, but he survived with a strong will and even became an expert in casting.

No one knew the old blacksmith's name; everyone called him the Three-Missing Craftsman, one of the six most famous "Master Craftsmen" in the capital.

Legend has it that he was born disabled and was adopted by a childless couple whose adoptive father was a blacksmith who forged swords for the royal family for generations.

When he grew up, he took over his adoptive father's mantle.

Ye Qingzhou sensed something was off about the aura emanating from the craftsman with the missing pieces: "Even my divine eyes, modified by the blazing sun and heavenly fire, can't see through the fog of fortune surrounding you?"

He could glimpse the fortunes and future of the Rakshasa Women's Kingdom, including the martial arts masters Lian Hongying and Lian Qixia, as well as the kingdom's ruler, Lian Huozhi.

But this craftsman in front of him, who was missing three things, was like a black hole. No matter how Ye Qingzhou observed him with his divine eyes, he could not see through his fate. It was as if all the secrets of heaven were obscured by a hazy mist.

Something's fishy!

Ye Qingzhou instinctively felt a chill run down his spine: "There is a higher being behind this, obscuring the secrets of heaven and preventing me from observing the trajectory of this person's fate, which is why I cannot see through him."

Such a method, capable of concealing the secrets of heaven, is simply inconceivable.

Just as Ye Qingzhou was pondering, a sudden and dramatic change occurred on the field!

The craftsman with three missing pieces left his competition area and limped toward the altar. His ugly face, covered in scars, looked even more ferocious and terrifying.

Four golden-armored guards stepped forward to stop them, holding long swords and looking wary.

"What are you doing?"

The craftsman, despite their scolding, continued to approach step by step.

"Insolent fool!"

"How dare you offend the king!"

Enraged by the sight, the golden-armored guards immediately swung their swords at the three craftsmen. They all possessed the strength of Earthly Fiend Masters, and with a single strike, they unleashed the Earth's Core Fire Fiend, possessing the power to incinerate all things.

However, the craftsman of the Three Missing Craftsmen neither dodged nor avoided, but suddenly unleashed a powerful aura, which caused all the attacking golden-armored guards to cough up blood and fly backward.

Fierce and cruel.

Resentment and malice.

maltreat.

The aura emanating from the craftsman was like that of a demon king from hell. Even his right eye, which had been blind, suddenly lit up with a scarlet flame in its empty socket.

Lian Huozhi narrowed her phoenix eyes, alarm bells ringing in her mind. Instinctively, she sensed an unprecedented threat from the man before her.

Who exactly are you?

"Lianhuozhi, it's normal that you don't recognize me. After all, I almost died at the hands of your father when you were still in your mother's womb."

The craftsman with three missing teeth grinned, revealing sharp steel teeth, and gave a chilling laugh: "In terms of seniority, you should call me Brother Wang."

"Brother Wang? Wait! You are... Lian Huoqi?"

Lianhuozhi suddenly remembered her brother, who only appeared in her memories: "Weren't you already dead?"

"Of course you want me dead, but fate has decreed that I am not destined to die. I have survived until today, just waiting for a chance to take revenge."

The craftsman, filled with boundless hatred, exuded a chilling killing intent: "Back then, my martial arts talent was unparalleled in the royal family, and I even had the potential to become the first male king of the Rakshasa Kingdom. But it was precisely because of this that I brought about my demise, and the mastermind behind it all was your royal father!"

The struggle for royal power has always been bloody, cruel, and ruthless.

Lianhuo Qi was originally a prince of the Rakshasa clan. He was exceptionally talented and even had the ability to improve the royal family's national treasure technique, "Divine Heaven Fierce Slash," which was still in use today. This would allow male members of the royal family to further explore the potential of their own bloodline and have the opportunity to cultivate to the level of a Martial God.

If successful, Lianhuo Qi will not only become the first male ruler in the history of the Rakshasa Kingdom, but from then on, the Rakshasa Kingdom will no longer be dominated by women.

From a national perspective, this is beneficial to the Rakshasa Kingdom, since the original national-level divine skill could only be cultivated to the level of mastery and perfection by women.

With the improvements made by Lianhuo Qi, it means that men can also push the national divine skill to its highest level, thus having the hope of ascending to heaven and becoming gods.

In this way, the number of martial arts masters at the god-level might double. This would benefit the country, but not necessarily certain vested interests.

That's why Lianhuo Qi was attacked en route to the Yu Kingdom.

Although nothing was ever found out in the end, secrets don't stay hidden forever. If you don't want people to know, then don't do it in the first place.

Thanks to a tip from someone with ulterior motives, Lian Huoqi has learned that his father and several other high-ranking nobles were all involved in the attack he suffered.

In order to consolidate their power, those who benefited from the system even went so far as to murder a prince, and this was even tacitly approved by the royal family to some extent.

In the end, only Lianhuo Qi became a victim of the power struggle; he "died."

The only one left alive is a wicked spirit called the Three-Missing Craftsman.

The prince's identity was revealed, causing an uproar throughout the venue. Everyone was stunned by the scene before them; no one had expected this year's Divine Sword Festival to be so explosive.

Suddenly, the scene began to descend into chaos.

Even the contestants on the field are now trembling with fear, afraid of being implicated and dragged into it. How can they concentrate on the competition?

"You want revenge?"

Lianhuozhi stood on the altar, her eyes dimming and her mood somewhat downcast.

Although she did not do this herself, she did indeed seize the throne from the Three Craftsmen, and by extremely dishonorable means.

So, facing her former brother, she felt guilty: "What happened back then was indeed something the royal family did wrong to you. If you want to make amends..."

"Compensation? Now, all I want is your lives!"

The craftsman with three missing pieces let out a hysterical laugh, his eyes filled only with a frenzied killing intent.

Seeing this, Lianhuozhi couldn't help but sigh: "It seems your reason has been blinded by hatred. For the safety of the Rakshasa Kingdom, we cannot keep you alive."

Despite his guilt, Lian Huozhi, now the ruler of a nation, bears the weight of the country's safety and would never allow himself to be executed.

At this moment, she was already filled with murderous intent.

For the sake of the stability of the Rakshasa Kingdom, she had to eliminate the threat of the Three Craftsmen.

"ridiculous!"

The craftsman, Sanque, lifted his black robe, revealing a broken sword hanging at his waist.

Like its master, the sword was broken and incomplete, covered in mottled red rust. Yet, in Ye Qingzhou's eyes, the broken sword, now only half intact, exuded a terrifying aura of death.

This is a sword that can bring death!

Or rather, this broken sword itself is death!

"A sword that carries the Way?"

Ye Qingzhou was startled. Unlike the path of death and annihilation recorded on the Emperor Sword Dragon Abyss, the death recorded on the broken sword in front of him was more inclined to destruction and ruin, as well as endless slaughter.

The craftsman, lacking skill, gripped the sword hilt and roared, "The Rakshasa Kingdom you speak of is long dead! Its so-called heritage over thousands of years is nothing but the process of a rotting corpse. Now, let this high and mighty king experience what the wrath of the people truly means!"

"Take this sword!"

Destroy the Dao and destroy the laws, draw your sword and slay the heavens.

The craftsman, Sanque, raised his broken sword high, using himself as fuel to ignite the resentment and anger of the lower classes of the Rakshasa Kingdom that had raged for thousands of years, converging them into a sword powerful enough to slay immortals, destroy gods, and cleave the heavens and split the earth.

For thousands of years, the royal family has been tyrannical, the nobles have been cruel, and the class solidification brought about by the prosperity of martial arts has made the people of the Rakshasa Kingdom suffer terribly.

Their resentment was building up.

Their anger was building.

Every failed uprising adds to the blood debt.

Now, this overwhelming resentment and anger, stirred up by the craftsman of the Three Missing, has instantly transformed into a raging torrent, its power unmatched.

"Heaven-Slaying Sword Drawing Technique!?"

In a moment of astonishment, Lian Huozhi still wanted to draw the Phoenix Twin Blades from the altar to block the Three Lacking Craftsmen's earth-shattering attack, but the Heaven-Slaying Sword struck, and the enemy was already struck the moment it was drawn.

She didn't even have time to react!

puff~

Even with the power of a Martial God, it was difficult to withstand the devastation of the Path of Death. The moment she forged the sword in the Fire Weaving Technique, the power of the Great Dao within her body immediately collapsed, and her life flame and spiritual light were extinguished, swallowed by death.

"Hahaha!"

The craftsman, who was missing three pieces of material, laughed loudly, while the flesh and blood on his body began to disintegrate.

With the cultivation of a Martial Saint and a crippled body, he forcibly activated the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique. Although he could kill a Martial God at the tenth level of the Ascension Realm, he would have to pay the price of his life, exchanging one life for another by burning his lifespan and vitality!

In the end, the craftsman with three missing parts completely dissolved, turning into a pool of blood and flesh.

After a long while, it was only then that the people around them realized what was happening.

"The...the king is dead!"

"How could the invincible king die?"

"Protect the Emperor!"

"Quickly, fetch the imperial physician!"

The accompanying guards rushed forward in a flurry, and after checking Lian Huozhi's pulse, they were overcome with grief: "Your Majesty, you have passed away!"

"Mother!"

Lian Hongying rushed forward and hugged Lian Huozhi: "This is impossible! Why did this happen?"

At this moment, the rusted broken sword, unable to withstand the power of the Way of Death, had already turned into dust and scattered with the wind, leaving only the cold corpse of Lianhuozhi and the hideous sword wound on his chest.

"Get out of my way, all of you!"

Lian Qixia sent the guards flying and rushed to Lian Hongying's side, slapping her away with a palm. Then she forcibly pulled Lian Huozhi into her arms and took out the Holy Phoenix Nirvana Pill that she had prepared beforehand.

"What are you doing?"

Enraged, Lian Hongying stepped forward and questioned her.

Although angry, he did not choose to take action.

Lian Qixia glanced at the terrible wound on her mother's chest. Although she was mentally prepared, she still felt a little regretful at this moment, which made her somewhat annoyed. She was even more displeased with Lian Hongying's questioning: "Get out of here, you piece of trash, don't delay me from saving my mother."

With a forceful squeeze of her fingertips, the Sacred Phoenix Nirvana Pill was crushed, and its medicinal power, guided by Lian Qixia's divine power, flowed into Lian Huozhi's body.

As if a withered tree were sprouting new buds, the flame of life that had been extinguished was instantly rekindled, and even the annihilated soul was revived.

"Cough cough~"

Lian Huozhi coughed up two mouthfuls of black blood and slowly woke up. She felt dizzy and weak all over. With the help of Lian Qixia, she finally managed to stand up again.

"Mother, how are you feeling?"

"I'm not dead?"

Lian Huozhi wore an expression of disbelief.

He survived the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique.

Even so, she soon felt a wave of weakness. Although the Holy Phoenix Nirvana Pill could bring her back to life, the lingering death and resentment of the people still lingered in her body and even her soul.

It will take at least three to five years to fully recover.

With the king nearly dying, the Divine Sword Ceremony could not proceed. The entire capital was filled with unease, fearing they would be drawn into the turmoil.

That night, King Lian Huozhi abdicated in favor of his eldest daughter, Lian Qixia, while she focused on recuperating.

Lian Qixia ascended the throne overnight and immediately dispatched troops to seal off the royal city and begin investigating the matter, hoping to find the mastermind behind it and make an example of him.

At the same time, Lian Qixia openly summoned Ye Qingzhou to the palace for an audience.

Ye Qingzhou looked up and peered in the direction of the palace. In his eyes, the Garuda bird that was teaching in the capital was different. Although it was weaker than before, it no longer showed any signs of defeat.

At the same time, an invisible ray of light shone from the eyes of the Garuda bird and fell upon Ye Qingzhou.

"Heavenly favor? Is this considered a mission reward?"

Ye Qingzhou carefully sensed the changes within his body and immediately realized that this gift was very pure, not the kind of "loan" that needed to be repaid as before. He nodded in satisfaction: "So saving the world has this kind of benefit. No wonder so many people want to be saviors."

Under the observation of the divine eye, Ye Qingzhou discovered that the aura on his body was so strong that it was comparable to that of Lian Hongying. It was like the golden light of merit, which could not be seen or touched, but had endless uses.

(End of this chapter)