From the Valkyrie to the Endless

Watching Shen Qing walking past him with his horse in a swagger, Tang Yan's expression became more and more numb, and he began to pray in his heart for the first time:

"All the Taoists, Buddhas, and gods, I, Tang Yan, have never done anything evil in my life. I only ask that you allow me to retire and return home in peace..."

He is fifty-four years old this year. In another six years, he will be able to retire peacefully and enjoy his retirement.

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After escaping from the imperial capital and putting an end to a worry, Shen Qing felt relaxed all over and began to search through the memories in his mind.

Once the descendants of gods awaken, what comes with the blood of gods is not just simple power, but also fragments of memory, which include the cultivation methods and experience of gods.

This is inheritance.

Ordinary descendants of gods only have one chance to accept the inheritance when their bloodline awakens, and how much they can absorb depends entirely on their own luck.

Shen Qing experienced two blood awakenings and accepted the inheritance of the Shadow Clan twice. However, due to time constraints, she never had time to digest it slowly.

Among these memories, there are many secret techniques that require the blood of the Shadow Clan to practice. They are of extremely high levels, far surpassing the so-called top-level magic skills in the world. They are also better than the Long Whale Swallowing the Sun Art that Shen Qing is practicing now. It is almost an epoch-making gap that cannot be crossed.

It’s a pity that without the help of bloodline, she can’t practice these skills at all.

After realizing this, Shen Qing immediately forgot all of this part of his memory to avoid interfering with his thinking.

The inherited memory also includes a part of the division of the realms of cultivation, but it is incomplete. There are only the general realms one to seven. Only those who have entered the seventh realm can be called true gods. There seems to be a realm above the true god, but it is already vague in the memory.

Perhaps this god, who came from the Shadow Clan, was unable to take that step during his lifetime, so the impression in his memory was not very deep.

But the power of the true god in the seventh realm is already terrifying enough. He holds the destiny of the world in his hands and is close to the top of the world.

In addition to these cultivation realms, what surprised Shen Qing was that this unknown true god seemed to have studied swordsmanship quite a lot and had already reached perfection. Regardless of his cultivation level, his understanding of the way of the sword far exceeded hers.

This part of memory is the real treasure for Shen Qing, enough for her to digest for a long time.

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Qianzhou border.

On the broad official road, a team of more than a thousand riders advanced slowly, connecting the front and the rear for several miles.

The cavalrymen on horseback were all covered in iron armor, and their horses were also covered in heavy armor, almost armed to the teeth. At first glance, they were all martial artists with long breaths and internal strength.

The combat effectiveness of the cavalry is far beyond that of ordinary soldiers. It is easy for these one thousand heavy cavalry to break through the army formation of tens of thousands of people. Their lethality on the battlefield is extremely terrifying. Even a congenital martial artist would suffer under the charge of such heavy cavalry.

In the middle of the team, an inconspicuous carriage moved slowly forward with the army.

Inside the carriage, Yang Zongxi had his eyes closed. Next to him sat a beautiful woman who looked to be in her early thirties with a plump figure.

"Zong Xi, do you think Cheng'er's death will be..."

The woman's eyes were slightly red, and she held Yang Zongxi's hand tightly. Due to excessive force, her knuckles turned slightly white.

It has been half a month since we set out from Shengyang City, and the speed at which rumors spread is much faster than the speed at which the troops march.

"Be careful!"

Hearing this, Yang Zongxi's face darkened slightly, and he lightly rebuked: "How could you have such a disrespectful thought? My brother is such a wise and enlightened ruler, how could he do such a thing!"

The woman lowered her slightly red and swollen eyes and said no more. After a while, she asked:

"Why did you suddenly bring me to Qianzhou?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 34 Decision

"Haven't you always said you missed your brother? I'm here to take you to visit your relatives and relax, and to inspect Zhenbei Camp."

Yang Zongxi looked normal, with no sign of anything unusual.

"Where is my brother now?" Song Ruizhen was stunned, and her attention was quickly diverted:

"After the Qianzhou war broke out, I haven't received any news from him. The last time I heard about his recent situation was when Cheng'er brought back a letter from home. I don't know if he is safe now..."

"Now that the war is at a stalemate, Ruilin should have arrived at the Zhenbei Camp. You will be able to see him soon, so don't worry."

As he spoke, Yang Zongxi lifted the curtain of his carriage and looked at the heavily armored cavalrymen around him, his eyes darkening:

"Ruizhen, do you know that my Great Xia ancestor started his army in Qianzhou and overthrew the Tianqian Dynasty, thus establishing the unparalleled foundation that now spans the eight continents and four seas?"

Qianzhou...

It is the place where dragons rise.

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It has been nearly two months since the Northern Territory countries launched their armies to attack Qianzhou. The entire Qianzhou has long been devastated by war and is close to hell on earth.

As early as a month ago, Yang Zongxian appointed Zhao Sheng as the first-rank General Zhenbei, and ordered him to lead an army of 500,000 to quell the rebellion.

After arriving in Qianzhou, Zhao Sheng immediately began to organize the Qianzhou troops and assembled the weapons and armor from the prefectures, cities and county governments across the country.

Including the 500,000 troops he brought with him, he had a total of 700,000 troops under his command, and they were stationed on a vast plain.

This place is the Zhenbei Camp, which is less than 200 miles away from the border between Qianzhou and the countries in the Northern Territory. It would take a light cavalry no more than an hour to travel there.

After stationing the troops, Zhao Sheng did not rush to repel the invasion of the northern countries, but chose to keep his troops in place. At the same time, he sent out many messengers to constantly recall the stragglers who were still fighting bloody battles in various places.

As a result, the countries in the Northern Territory were able to advance straight in, and in just over a month, they had swallowed up nearly 300 miles of territory. Most of Qianzhou fell, and only the martial arts sects were still resisting stubbornly.

Many generals in the Zhenbei camp requested to lead troops to fight against the invading enemy, but they were all suppressed by Zhao Sheng.

It was winter, near the end of the year, the frozen ground was cold and hard, bonfires were burning everywhere in the Zhenbei camp, and there was little smoke from cooking.

Inside the Chinese army's tent.

Zhao Sheng paced back and forth, his brows furrowed, looking somewhat uneasy.

Shen Qing was possessed by a demon and killed the prince in the street. This news made him very concerned.

He was born different from ordinary people and could sense invisible danger. Soon after hearing the news, he felt uneasy, as if a disaster was about to happen.

Back then on the battlefield, he relied on this intuition to escape death many times and survive.

He once said that Shen Qing was just a woman and could not make any big waves, but now he seems to be lacking in confidence.

He was well aware of the horror of human demons. He was present at the Jiaofang Bureau that day and saw with his own eyes how the Demon Slayer took off the head of the seventh on the Heavenly Ranking as if it was a joke, and then fought with Yang Zongxian without losing the upper hand, and finally led his men away safely.

If Shen Qing grows to that level, he can still take off his head as a joke.

Just as he was getting a little annoyed, a captain rushed into the tent and knelt on one knee to salute:

"Reporting to the general, your honorable prince and princess have arrived outside the camp, holding the emperor's golden medal, and accompanied by a thousand cavalrymen, who are here to reward the three armies in accordance with the emperor's order."

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng's scalp suddenly felt numb. A terrifying aura of death enveloped his heart, making his hair stand on end.

His pupils suddenly shrank and his eyes moved around, searching every corner of the tent, trying to find the source of the danger.

However, after a while, there was still no movement in the big tent, and everything was normal.

It was not until the sense of crisis gradually dissipated that Zhao Sheng came back to his senses. He gradually calmed down his disordered breath, raised his hand to rub his brows, and said casually: "Order all generals above the fourth rank to follow me out of the camp to welcome the emperor."

Zhao Sheng was not familiar with Yang Zongxi, but had heard some rumors about him. He spent most of his early years fighting on the border, and returned to Beijing to serve as an official and enjoy peace. It had only been a few years since the founding of the Communist Party.

It is said that in his early years, the late emperor liked his youngest son more. However, deposing the eldest and enthroning the youngest was a way to cause chaos. In addition, Yang Zongxi had mediocre strength, talent, virtue and talent, and was not worthy of being trained. Therefore, Yang Zongxian was made the crown prince.

The only thing worth praising is that this respected king has the demeanor of ancient sages. He is respectful to the wise and humble, has a gentle temperament, and treats people very well.

When Zhao Sheng heard this evaluation at first, he was quite disdainful. In the royal family, having a gentle temperament is equivalent to being cowardly and weak, and unable to handle important responsibilities.

To be an emperor, one must have both good and evil, like the mountains and the oceans, rule his subjects with kindness and power, and understand the minds of his courtiers as well as reading the lines on the palm of his hand. Only a person as unfathomable as Yang Zongxian can be a true Son of Heaven.

Soon, a group of generals above the fourth rank gathered together and marched out of the camp in a mighty procession.

"I respectfully welcome your presence and thank you for your concern."

Outside the camp, Zhao Sheng bowed with a smile on his face.

Yang Zongxi glanced at him and ignored him. He walked straight into the camp and headed straight for the central military tent alone.

Zhao Sheng was confused for a moment by such an attitude of disregard. The many generals who followed him looked at each other, all of them somewhat puzzled.

Yang Zongxi walked quickly into the central army tent and sat down behind the commander's desk. He stared at Zhao Sheng who had walked into the tent with an indifferent expression and spoke in a deep voice:

"You have assembled 700,000 troops here, consuming such a huge amount of food and money every day, but you have never taken any action, wasting military opportunities, wasting national strength, and putting the people of Qianzhou in dire straits. What is your intention?"

Zhao Sheng was stunned for a moment by the sudden accusation. After he came to his senses, he spoke slowly:

"Your Majesty, you may not know that this weather is very cold..."

boom--

Before Zhao Sheng finished speaking, Yang Zongxi suddenly slammed the table and interrupted him directly:

"Kneel down and answer!"

Zhao Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, knelt on one knee as he was told, bowed his head and said:

"It's cold today, and it's hard for the soldiers to adapt. I want to rest for a few more days. After summoning all the soldiers in Qianzhou, I will lead the army to march out immediately. By then, we will be able to completely incorporate the countries in the Northern Territory into the territory of our Great Xia in one fell swoop to repay the grace of God..."

"Bastard!"

Yang Zongxi stood up and angrily shouted: "Now that most of Qianzhou has fallen into the hands of the Northern Territory countries, you still dare to be so flattering in front of me and miss the opportunity to fight. According to the iron law of Daxia, you should be executed immediately!"

"Come here! Push Zhao Sheng out of the camp and behead him in public to enforce military discipline!"

After the words fell, no one dared to move, and everyone looked embarrassed.

Zhao Sheng is now a newly promoted martial arts grandmaster ranked tenth on the Heavenly Ranking. Even if all the people in the tent are added together, they are not enough for him to kill alone.

"Your Majesty, please restrain your majesty."

Zhao Sheng stood up slowly, his face no longer smiling: "Any order I give is approved by His Majesty himself. If you have any doubts, you can send a letter and ask His Majesty to make the decision..."

"Someone, take Zhao Sheng down."

Yang Zongxi's eyes were cold as he looked outside the tent.

Several figures stepped into the central military tent as if they were entering an empty space.