From the Valkyrie to the Endless

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"I'm going to Lingzhou."

After descending the Tianshan Mountains, Shen Qing went all the way back to the Moro Palace, found Zhao Yu, and told her his future plans.

"Can I go with you?" Zhao Yu asked without hope.

"I am going to Lingzhou this time, but I haven't figured out the specific situation yet. I can't take you with me. It will be dangerous." Shen Qing shook his head.

Originally, she had not planned to go to Lingzhou so soon, but now Yang Zongxi and the imperial court had suddenly gone to war, and the territory of Daxia was already in flames.

The war has already begun, so Lingzhou cannot stay out of it and will be affected sooner or later. We must find Fu Chan as soon as possible, confirm her safety, and take her away from disaster.

"Come back early." Zhao Yu didn't say anything more. She had gradually adapted to this feeling of powerlessness.

All she could do now was to try her best to do the tasks assigned to her by Shen Qing and practice hard.

Shen Qing stayed in the palace for one night. He selected dozens of martial arts secret books from his memory, copied them all out, and gave them to Zhao Yu.

She didn't know how long it would take for her to come back and pass these martial arts secrets into the army, so as to accumulate some foundation. It would be a long way to go to compete with Da Xia with just the two or three big cats and small cats now.

In addition to these martial arts techniques, Shen Qing also wrote a history book spanning more than two thousand years for Zhao Yu.

The history books were incomplete, and Shen Qing could only remember a small part of them. Based on the most basic rise and fall of dynasties, she added some ancient ways of being a monarch to Zhao Yu, which were nothing more than rewarding and punishing subordinates, accepting advice and seeking talents.

In addition to these, the most important thing is practice.

It is too difficult to train a qualified emperor. As far as Shen Qing knows in history, kings of all dynasties had to be taught by more than ten top teachers before they developed some imperial demeanor. Her level is far from enough to compare with those great Confucian scholars and sages.

But fortunately, in today's world, great power belongs to oneself, and the requirements for being an emperor are far from complicated. Sufficiently strong power is enough to suppress all unrest, just like Yang Zongxian.

As long as she has enough power, Zhao Yu will be able to suppress those who can help her govern the world and complete her transition as the master of the world.

After arranging everything, Shen Qing set foot on the territory of Daxia alone, turned from Qianzhou, and headed towards Lingzhou.

Her cultivation has reached the Manifestation Realm, and in today's martial arts world, she has entered the rank of Grandmaster on the Earth List. Although there have been ups and downs along the way, she has not encountered any trouble that could threaten her.

Less than half a month later, she traveled over 17,000 miles, crossed the Qian and Yuan continents, and smoothly entered the Ling continent.

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The imperial capital of Daxia, Shengyang City.

Inside the imperial palace with its red gates and red walls, in the throne room.

Yang Zongxian sat high on the dragon throne, his face slightly pale, listening to the successive reports of defeat coming from below in silence.

In just half a month, Yang Zongxi had completely annexed Xuanzhou, deployed his troops on the border of Yuanzhou, and headed straight for the imperial capital.

After all the departments had finished submitting their reports, Yang Zongxian finally spoke: "Are there any unusual movements in southern Xinjiang? Has the fleet that was sent to Longquan returned?"

"Some Gu masters have appeared in Mingzhou one after another. In broad daylight, they use Gu to injure and kill people. What's worse, some use witchcraft to confuse people's minds. Their rebellious intentions are obvious." A minister stepped out and reported.

"The envoy to Longquan has returned. In the previous Lingzhou Port case, it was indeed the people from Longquan Fairy Island who took the initiative, which led to a drastic change in the situation and more than a thousand deaths."

Another minister stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said hesitantly: "The people of Longquan Fairy Island did not give any explanation for this, and even did not allow our Great Xia ships to dock..."

Yang Zongxian rubbed his brows, closed his eyes and concentrated, and after a while he spoke:

"Send a message to the Divine Constables. Three days later, before noon, I want to see the head of the Southern Xinjiang Gu King."

"As for the matter of Longquan Fairy Island, let's put it aside for now and discuss it later."

After saying this, Yang Zongxian waved his hand and said, "Dismiss the court."

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live..."

The court officials gradually dispersed, and the Golden Throne Hall returned to its cold silence.

Yang Zongxian stood up, covered his mouth and coughed lightly. It took a long time before he calmed down. The palm of his hand covering his mouth was pitch black, as if it was burned by thunder or fire.

The Taoist priest in green clothes walked out from behind the dragon throne, holding a bowl of talisman water in his hand, and served Yang Zongxian to drink.

After the magic water went down his throat, Yang Zongxian's expression immediately relaxed a lot: "Thank you, Imperial Master."

"That talisman, in ancient times, could have triggered the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder and at least killed a great master in the Divine Hidden Realm. Fortunately, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is now exhausted, and Your Majesty is lucky to be able to survive."

The Taoist in green sighed and shook his head slightly: "Your Majesty must have discovered the cave left by the ancient Qi Refiner, which is why he got those magical treasures and talismans. Your Majesty is probably in big trouble."

Thousands of years have passed, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has become increasingly thin. In some corner of the world, there may still be old monsters lurking from hundreds of years ago, who may have the cultivation level of Gangsha Realm, but have long since died out in Shenzang Realm.

Apart from the founding emperor of Daxia who had such strength, even in the history of the previous dynasty Tianqian, there were records of masters in the Shenzang realm, but that was nearly ten thousand years ago.

"What good ideas does the Imperial Master have?" Yang Zongxian calmed down and spoke in a deep voice.

"Brothers are connected by blood. I will use your majesty's blood essence to perform a ritual that can reduce the life span of both of you by thirty years. In this way, your majesty may be able to delay the death of your respected king."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 53 Overseas

Yang Zongxian has reached the Condensation Yuan Realm, and is practicing the Yuan-Devouring Technique passed down from his royal ancestors, which is far superior to the martial arts techniques circulating in the world today. Although he is not as good as the ancient Qigong practitioners, his lifespan is also over 300 years.

Yang Zongxi is just a congenital martial artist. He is now over forty years old. If his life span is reduced by another thirty years, he will only have a few more years to live.

"Is there no other way?"

After hearing about the method of shortening one's life span, Yang Zongxian was hesitant for a moment. No one would complain that he lived too long. He had only lived for more than forty years so far. If he were to cut off thirty years of his life span, he would inevitably have to consider something.

What's more, that lightning talisman damaged his life force, and he had already shortened his life by several decades.

"Your Majesty can also choose to gamble. Bet that the king has no other cards in his hand. Wait until he arrives at the palace, and then use the heirloom of the Yang family to kill him."

After saying this, the Taoist in green stopped talking and remained silent, letting Yang Zongxian make his own decision.

Yang Zongxian did not hesitate for too long and quickly made a decision:

“When will the altar be opened?”

The Taoist in green lowered his eyelids, and after a brief deduction, he said, "Wait for another half a month, when the Three Evils will open up, which is when the evil spirit is at its peak this year. When your majesty's injuries have improved, it will be the perfect time to start."

"Please trouble the Imperial Master to prepare." Yang Zongxian nodded slightly.

"Your Majesty, I have one more thing to say. Please think about it." The Taoist in green was not in a hurry to leave. He bowed and spoke.

"Master, you can talk as you please."

"Those many fairy islands overseas are trouble after all. It seems that there are still remnants of the evil spirits. Now that Daxia is in civil strife, Your Majesty should take precautions early. There may be old ghosts in the Gangsha realm hiding in those fairy islands."

At this point, the Taoist in green looked more cautious: "There is also an evil star rising from the north, we must guard against it, it is best to use the 'Yangji Sword' as soon as possible, in case the change is too big and it is too late in a hurry."

"I will consider this matter." Yang Zongxian closed his eyes and waved his hand.

"Wei Chen retire."

Not long after the Taoist in green clothes left, a message came from the eunuch outside the palace:

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Liu Kunnan requests an audience."

Yang Zongxian opened his eyes and frowned slightly:

"Xuan."

A middle-aged man in a bright red official robe walked slowly into the hall with a wooden box in his hand and bowed:

"I have found a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum overseas by chance, and I am offering it to Your Majesty. I wish Your Majesty good health soon."

After getting up, Liu Kunnan opened the wooden box with a smile on his fair and gentle face. In the box lay a cluster of Ganoderma lucidum that looked like it was carved from white jade. It was about the size of a palm leaf fan and was filled with fragrance:

"There were many court officials just now, and I did not want to cause criticism for Your Majesty, so I did not offer this treasure. Now I have disturbed Your Majesty's peace. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

Yang Zongxian raised his hand and took the wooden box into his palm. After taking a look at the spiritual ginseng, he nodded and said, "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

Thousand-year-old spiritual roots are rare in the world, and are even more precious in today's state of depleted spiritual energy in heaven and earth.

"I'll take my leave." Liu Kunnan bowed.

"Wait a minute."

Yang Zongxian put the wooden box aside and said calmly:

"The position of Grand Commandant is still vacant. Please choose someone to fill the position."

"Yes."

Liu Kunnan lowered his head slightly, hiding the expression in his eyes, and turned away.

On the dragon throne, Yang Zongxian leaned sideways, supporting his chin with one hand, looking at Liu Kunnan's departing back, murderous intent looming in his eyes.

The person who assisted Shen Lie in the assassination in the palace that day has not been found yet, and Liu Kunnan is also under Yang Zongxian's suspicion.

The night he killed Shen Lie, Zhao Sheng came too quickly, even faster than the grand master of the Divine Detective Department.

Zhao Sheng is Liu Kunnan's man. Yang Zongxian originally guessed that Liu Kunnan might be of the same kind as Yang Zongxi.

But Yang Zongxi's action of directly killing Zhao Sheng made him a little confused for a moment.

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In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

At noon, a wooden box containing the head of the Gu King was delivered to Yang Zongxian's desk on time.

A wildfire in southern Xinjiang burned for five whole days, causing countless deaths and injuries. If it hadn't rained heavily to put out the wildfire, the entire southern Xinjiang would have been burned down.

At the same time, a Taoist platform nearly thirty feet high slowly rose up in the imperial palace.

The Taoist in green sat on the Taoist platform, standing still in the wind, sun and rain. He had not eaten or drunk anything for more than ten days, as if he had turned into a sculpture.

Suddenly one day, at three quarters past noon, the Taoist suddenly stood up, took out a jade cup filled with blood, and then dipped the two talismans into the blood.

boom--

Suddenly, a loud thunder sounded in the clear sky.

There was a bolt from the blue. The sky was covered with dark clouds. All the stars were invisible in the sky. It seemed as if day and night were reversed.

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