Asura Mad Emperor

Over the next few days, Qinchuan secluded himself and refined all two hundred of the Great Dao Pills for the Eldest Prince.

Although the Eldest Prince no longer harbored the slightest doubt about Qinchuan, when the Great Dao Pills finally lay in his hands, he couldn't help but be overwhelmed with excitement, brimming with high spirits as if the unification of the Divine Wilderness Continent was right before his eyes.

Qin Xiaoyu's injuries were not serious, and with the Spirit Pills and True Qi that Qinchuan refined and channeled for him, he recovered completely in just three days, bouncing around and dragging Qinchuan all over for leisurely strolls.

Qinchuan, too, enjoyed a rare few days of leisure, touring the entire Tianqing City with Xiaoyu.

During this time, the Ling Butterfly that had been left behind at the Burning Heaven Sect also sought him out, bringing news from Chi Shan.

After a period of conquest, the Burning Heaven Sect had pacified the surrounding Heavenly Sword Sect, Red Blood Sword Sect, Qianxing Gate, and the other nine major sects.

According to Chi Shan, they found something extremely strange within the Qianxing Gate—a mystery so profound that even the Burning Heaven ancestor, Chi Hai, could not fathom its origins. Chi Feng had been instructed to bring it to Tianqing City, thinking perhaps Qinchuan might recognize it.

Qinchuan remembered the Qianxing chessboard he had snatched from the elder of the Qianxing Gate—all imbued with Stellar Force—clearly an object from the Upper Realm.

He guessed that what they discovered in the Qianxing Gate must also be an object from the Upper Realm, which would explain why Chi Hai and the others did not recognize it.

However, Qinchuan no longer had time to wait for Chi Feng's arrival; the Spirit Martial Great Tomb only opened on the day of the full moon each month, and the next full moon was only a few days away. If he missed it, he would have to wait another month.

After sending a message to Chi Feng through the Ling Butterfly, telling him to seek more cooperation and exchange with the Great Emperor of Tianyuan, Qinchuan set off for the Spirit Martial Great Tomb.

In this life on the Divine Wilderness Continent, Qinchuan's actions were far from the simplicity of his past eight lifetimes of simply making a few sect families and sects submit to him. Enjoy exclusive adventures from My Virtual Library Empire

Clans and sects rarely harbor great ambitions; they merely need to support a Great Emperor, and that would let them shine for tens of thousands of years. But in this life, he yearned to unite the entire Divine Wilderness, which apart from requiring the Eldest Prince's diligent efforts, also needed support from forces like the Burning Heaven Sect and the Exquisite Pavilion.

With Chi Feng's intelligence, he would surely understand what Qinchuan aimed to do, and the Burning Heaven Sect would undoubtedly fully support the Eldest Prince.

Effectively, the Eldest Prince had the backing of the Burning Heaven Sect and the Exquisite Pavilion, in addition to possessing two hundred Great Dao Pills, and his position within the Imperial Family was all but secured.

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The Spirit Martial Great Tomb was located within a continuous mountain range on the border between the Tianyuan Nation and the Great Yan Ancient Country.

On the outskirts of the mountain range, there was a small suburban town named after the Spirit Martial Great Tomb—Spirit Martial City.

Though a small border town, it served as a vital trade route between Tianyuan and Great Yan, and being adjacent to the Spirit Martial mountain range, many cultivator martial artist mercenary groups resting here after hunting fierce beasts made it a lively place bursting with activity.

Because only cultivators of the Spirit Martial Realm were allowed into the Spirit Martial Great Tomb, after the Red Luan transported the two to Spirit Martial City, Qinchuan let her return to Tianqing City.@@novelbin@@

Despite its small size, Spirit Martial City was very strictly managed; anyone wanting to enter had to pay fifty Mysterious Crystals first.

Qinchuan, indifferent to Mysterious Crystals, entered the city after paying a hundred of them.

Along the way, Qinchuan led at the front while Ding Hao—looking very much like a servant—followed respectfully behind him.

Perhaps it was because of Ding Hao's heartfelt devotion to his wife, risking life and death, or perhaps Qinchuan saw in him a reflection of his own past self, fearlessly committing to his purpose.

Qinchuan was somewhat touched, and he had repeatedly told Ding Hao that he needn't be so formal.

But Ding Hao said, "The young master saved my wife's life, which is tantamount to saving my own life, Ding Hao. This kindness is immeasurable, and I am willing to work like an ox or horse for the young master's saddle."

At that point, Qinchuan did not persist further, but his opinion of the man rose considerably.

After Qinchuan entered Spirit Martial City, he looked at the bustling crowds on the streets with a strange expression and asked Ding Hao, who was behind him, "Has Spirit Martial City always been this crowded in the past?"

Although Spirit Martial City was close to the Spirit Martial Great Tomb and was an important ancient city for trade between Tianyuan Nation and Taiyuan Ancient Country, it was, after all, a remote area. Logically speaking, while somewhat lively, it should not have been so crowded that people jostled shoulder to shoulder on the streets.

Moreover, Qinchuan noticed that among these people, there seemed to be quite a few martial artists in bright clothing and jade robes, followed by several protectors of about the Immortal Platform Realm. At a glance, one could tell they were disciples from sect families.

One must know that although the Spirit Martial Great Tomb had heavenly opportunities, the danger within far exceeded that of other secret realms, and most who entered found it difficult to leave.

Those who entered this place were often disciples with no hope of advancement in this lifetime due to dull talents or, like Qinchuan's father back in the day, desperate and seeking a way out for their family.

For disciples from families with abundant cultivation resources and sharp talents, it was usually undesirable to venture within.

Ding Hao was also somewhat puzzled at this time, shaking his head and replying, "The last time I came to Spirit Martial City, although there were not a few martial artists entering the Spirit Martial Great Tomb, there were far fewer than this, not even half as many. I don't know what happened during this time? Young master, please wait here for a moment, I will go and find out."

After speaking, Ding Hao stepped forward and disappeared into the crowd.

It wasn't long before Ding Hao returned, having found out why so many cultivators had suddenly appeared in Spirit Martial City.

It turned out that.

Ten days ago, an abnormal occurrence burst forth from the Spirit Martial Great Tomb. The entrance, which was originally veiled in a spiritual glow, suddenly began to shine brightly, emitting a burst of five-colored divine light.

Once this anomaly became known to the martial artists, everyone began to speculate that a spiritual treasure had emerged from within the Spirit Martial Great Tomb.

The news spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred, and in just a few days, it attracted the attention of sects and families, and countless martial artists from within tens of thousands of miles, all converging here, wishing to send people to explore the Spirit Martial Great Tomb.

"A spiritual treasure emerged?" Hearing this, Qinchuan laughed and was unconcerned.

He then said, "Enough, let's find a place to rest first. Whether it's a spiritual treasure or something else, we must not delay tomorrow's schedule to enter the Spirit Martial Great Tomb."

No sooner had Qinchuan's voice fallen, a mocking cackling voice rose, "Hey, isn't this the chivalrous and righteous young master Ding Hao? How come young master Ding isn't staying with his dying wife, and has the leisure to stroll around with another man?"

Upon hearing this voice, Ding Hao's expression changed dramatically, his face showing hatred, his eyes revealing a ferocious light as he looked towards the source, grinding his teeth as if he wished to tear the person apart, "Ma Jie! It's you!"

Qinchuan followed the voice and saw that the speaker was a short man with a horse-like face and high cheekbones.

After speaking, the horse-faced man pinched his fingers, making calculations, and then slapped his thigh as if he suddenly came to a realization, "Oh dear, I've been careless. I remember now, the half-year period has passed, and by now, your wife must have been engulfed in fierce fire, burned to ashes."

"Ah, what a pity. Although your wife was quite fierce, she indeed looked as beautiful as a flower. She really stirred the passions of this young master. It's a shame I didn't have the chance to spend a night of spring passion with her before she perished like that—truly regrettable!"

As Ma Jie spoke, he shook his head with an intentionally pitiful look on his face, a lewd smile creeping across it, revealing his ugliness and disgust.