From the Valkyrie to the Endless

Moreover, Shen Qing only absorbed some useful parts of these memories, including now, she only retrieved the memories about martial arts techniques.

Almost every detail of life was deliberately sealed up by her.

Absorbing too many mixed memories will cause split personality, which will often affect one's own judgment, which is too dangerous.

Having lived three lives as a human being, Shen Qing believes that he has the ability to be a teacher, but no one can predict what the actual effect will be.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 20 Yang Zongxian

The imperial capital of Daxia, Shengyang City.

The fine rain covered the entire palace like a veil. The autumn rain was cool and brought a bone-chilling chill.

The red palace walls, soaked by the rain, seemed to be stained with a layer of blood, becoming even brighter.

In front of the vermilion palace gate, a middle-aged man stood quietly in the rain, dressed in military uniform, silent.

After a while, the palace gate slowly opened, and a long shout was heard:

"Announce, Dragon and Tiger General Zhao Sheng, come to the palace for an audience!"

Zhao Sheng slowly stepped into the palace gate and walked forward.

Inside the palace, there was majesty in the silence; the falling rain washed away the dust on the glazed tiles on the roof, leaving a bright and clean scene.

A moment later, Zhao Sheng arrived at a side hall and was stopped by an old eunuch:

"General, take off your armor."

"Thank you, Mr. Rain."

Zhao Sheng took off his armor and put down his sword as he was told. His single piece of clothing could barely cover his bear-like muscles and bones, and his vigorous blood and energy were clearly visible.

"General, your words are too polite." The old eunuch nodded and made way for him: "Please."

Looking at the tightly closed palace door, Zhao Sheng took a deep breath, a rare hint of nervousness appeared in his eyes. He slowly walked forward and pushed open the door.

The light in the hall was a little dim. In the center stood a huge alchemy furnace, which was emitting terrifyingly high temperatures. Just standing at the door of the hall made people feel their bodies burning hot.

Just a few breaths after entering the hall, Zhao Sheng's back began to sweat slightly, and he needed to circulate his internal energy to keep his body stable.

A middle-aged Taoist in green clothes sat cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace with his eyes lowered and his expression calm. The high temperature that was unbearable for ordinary people did not have any effect on him. There was not even a trace of sweat.

Not far away, there stood a young man in his early twenties, wearing a black and gold dragon robe. He had a tall and strong figure, handsome features, and eyes that were dark and deep, and one could not see the bottom of them at a glance.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Master, is greeted by your humble servant." Zhao Sheng bowed with a look of awe.

No matter how many times he met the emperor, he always had an indescribable sense of nervousness, as if a thorn in his back was attached.

As everyone knows, the current emperor, Yang Zongxian, ascended the throne at the age of sixteen and has been in power for twenty-eight years. This year he is forty-four years old, approaching the age of 50.

Judging from his appearance alone, no one would think that the person standing in front of them was an emperor who had controlled the world for nearly thirty years.

This is entirely because Yang Zongxian is an invincible warrior who has entered the realm of a martial arts grandmaster and a land immortal with a lifespan of two hundred years.

Moreover, Yang Zongxian's strength was far beyond that of ordinary grandmasters. The current Grand Marshal Shen Lie was killed by him personally.

Zhao Sheng had witnessed that battle with his own eyes. Yang Zongxian used only ten moves to beat Shen Lie, who had swept through all the martial arts sects, to death. He also dug out Shen Lie's heart on the spot and drank all his blood.

Since that day, Zhao Sheng understood that the one sitting on the throne was the most terrifying devil in the world.

Yang Zongxian, who was standing next to the alchemy furnace, did not speak, his eyes still fixed on the furnace.

Without Yang Zongxian's permission, Zhao Sheng didn't dare to move at all. He still bent over, staring at his toes, not daring to stand up.

In the blink of an eye, half an hour has passed...

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the hall, and the lid of the alchemy furnace flew up. Before it could land on the ground, it was caught by a Taoist priest in green clothes at the side and put down easily as if it were a piece of heavy stuff.

The lid of the alchemy furnace weighing tens of thousands of pounds seemed like a feather in his hand and he could not feel any weight.

At the bottom of the alchemy furnace, three golden pills the size of longan lay quietly. Mysterious flame-like patterns flowed around the pills, and the light was bright enough to illuminate people.

"Your Majesty, I have accomplished my mission. The last batch of precious elixir is ready!"

Seeing this, the Taoist in green slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, as if relieved from a heavy burden, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that there are only three this time."

"It is not easy to produce two furnaces of precious pills from the blood and essence of a child. Thank you for your hard work, Imperial Master."

Yang Zongxian nodded slightly, took the three precious pills into his palm, and finally there was some joy on his face.

Until this moment, he seemed to have just noticed Zhao Sheng standing beside him, and spoke with a hint of surprise:

"When did Lord Zhao arrive? Please stand up quickly. I am sorry for being so slow."

"Your Majesty, your words are too serious. I just arrived. Fortunately, I did not disturb the Imperial Master from refining the elixir. I almost made a big mistake."

Zhao Sheng straightened up, shook his head repeatedly, and involuntarily glanced at the precious pill in Yang Zongxian's hand.

The awakening pill refined from the devil's heart blood is a priceless treasure.

In the era before the founding of Daxia, there has always been a legend circulating in the market that taking a wake-up pill can greatly improve your qi and blood, and you may also see hallucinations in your mind.

According to ancient legends, there were people who gained insights from these illusions and then created invincible magical skills that dominated the world.

Human demons are hard to come by, and human demons captured alive are even rarer. Since the founding of the Great Xia Dynasty, over three thousand years ago, the total number of human demons captured can be counted.

Just as Zhao Sheng was somewhat distracted, a sound of breaking air was heard and a strong wind hit him in the face.

He subconsciously raised his hand to catch it, and when he lowered his head to glance, he saw a scorching-hot golden elixir with fire patterns in his hand.

"Your Majesty, this..."

When Zhao Sheng came to his senses, his throat felt a little dry and his voice trembled slightly.

"I give you this awakening pill as a reward because I have something for you to do." Yang Zongxian waved his hand.

"Even if I sacrifice my life, I cannot repay the emperor's kindness!" Zhao Sheng held the awakening pill tightly, knelt on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, and was ecstatic.

A martial arts grandmaster can extend his lifespan by a hundred years. What a terrifying gap there is between a land immortal and a grandmaster.

"Lord Zhao, it seems that you were promoted from the Qianzhou battlefield back then, right?"

Before Zhao Sheng's joy faded, Yang Zongxian suddenly spoke.

The information revealed in the words made Zhao Sheng suddenly stunned. He hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, I did serve in the army at the border of Qianzhou fourteen years ago."

"I have received a lot of memorials recently, saying that fourteen years ago, someone took advantage of the chaos caused by the demons and slaughtered the people in Qianzhou, killing innocent people to claim credit..."

Yang Zongxian's voice was very soft, almost a whisper, but it made Zhao Sheng break out in a cold sweat instantly.

In the battle of Qianzhou that year, more than 100,000 civilians died. It is impossible that all of them died at the hands of the Demon-Slaying Lord. In other words, the vast majority of them died in vain. A considerable number of people took advantage of the chaos caused by the demons and killed innocent people to claim credit.

At that time, a group of generals promoted by the imperial court had their battle robes stained with the blood of civilians, and Zhao Sheng was among them.

"This... must be a false accusation. Please understand, Your Majesty." Zhao Sheng lowered his head, his eyes changing constantly.

"I think so too. This should be nonsense."

Yang Zongxian's eyes darkened slightly, and he did not ask any more questions. He turned around and said, "After you break into the Grandmaster realm, I want you to rush to Qianzhou immediately and take charge of the overall situation. If a demon appears in the world, capture it and escort it back to the capital as soon as possible before it becomes powerful. Do you understand?"

"Wei Chen accepts the order."

Zhao Sheng kowtowed, and the ecstasy that had just risen in his heart disappeared, leaving only a chill.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 21 Deserted Island

Outside the palace.

Zhao Sheng turned around and glanced at the tightly closed palace gate, then raised his head slightly and looked at the gray sky. The drizzle wet his temples, bringing a hint of coolness.

Even though his blood and energy were strong, he just felt cold all over at this moment.

Yang Zongxian is too unfathomable, and it is impossible to guess what he is thinking.

I wonder if there is any other purpose for suddenly sending him to Qianzhou this time, besides the human demon.

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"It's getting weaker."

Inside the side hall, Yang Zongxian stared at the rain outside the house, playing with the two remaining golden pills in his hands, his brows slightly furrowed, obviously a little annoyed.

The Taoist in green stood beside him and shook his head slightly. "The blood and essence of this human demon are not of high level. According to the records in ancient books, it is at most at the general level, and its nature is fire. For Your Majesty, taking it will do you no good but only harm."

"In the world today, King-level blood essence has not appeared for nearly a thousand years. I have been stuck at the peak of the Condensation Realm for a full twenty years... I have reached the end of my martial arts path. If I don't have a higher level of blood essence, I am afraid I will never be able to become a Gangsha in this life."

Yang Zongxian sighed secretly, with resentment in his eyes: "If I had gone to Qianzhou in person back then, I would have been able to capture that demon, but now he has become the boss."

"In our last fight, his strength was on par with mine. If I let him go, once he enters the Gangsha, my Yang family's 3,400-year foundation will be destroyed in my hands."

"Your Majesty, instead of worrying about that demon, you should focus on Qianzhou." The Taoist priest in green clothes said calmly:

"I have sent a message to the countries in the Northern Territory. When the imperial army enters Qianzhou, they will also invade together. In the flames of war, they will surely be able to force out a few more demons. There may be opportunities for your majesty among them."

"Your Majesty, as long as you enter the Gangsha realm first, you will be able to reach the power of gods. With the help of the relics left by the Yang clan, killing the human demon will only be like pulling out weeds. Daxia will still be Daxia, as solid as a rock."

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Among the eight continents in Daxia, Yuanzhou is located in the Central Plains, where dragon veins lie dormant. Qianzhou and Xuanzhou are adjacent to the northern countries. Mingzhou and Ningzhou are far away from the southern border. Lingzhou and Fengzhou, located in the east, are the largest ports leading to overseas islands, where good and bad people mix.

It is said that outside the East China Sea, there are floating immortal mountains, hiding strange people who practice immortal arts.

Each of the seven continents has its own unique features, except for the Desolate Continent, which is located in a remote area, bordering the desert to the west and is uninhabited. Except for a few common people, there are only criminals who were exiled here and continue to reclaim the wasteland.

This is also Shen Qing’s destination now.

Originally, Shen Qing had no plans to go to Huangzhou, but was only planning to stay near the border of Qianzhou. However, as she walked along the way, she could see signs of military movements everywhere, so she had to change her mind and temporarily move away from Qianzhou.

She and Yuzhen agreed on a two-year deadline, but there was only a little over a year left, so nothing could go wrong.