In Order to Live as an Immortal, I changed a martial artist world to a xianxia world

Chapter 72: Tallying the Gains! Fusu’s Choice!

“The Sacred Heavenly Codex—Refining Void and Merging Dao Realm technique!”

Zhao Min’s lips curled into a slight smirk as she murmured to herself, holding the ancient tome in her hands.

“This is even superior to the Heavenly Profound Sutra I received from my jade pendant.”

Despite originally being thrilled to obtain a Refining Spirit and Returning to the Void-level cultivation manual, she had never been able to shake the irritation that surfaced whenever she recalled Bai Chen’s disdainful reaction toward her old technique.

But now, she had something even stronger—a technique one tier above her previous one.

“Let’s see if Bai Chen still dares to look down on me after I reach the Refining Void and Merging Dao Realm.”

Her eyes glimmered with determination as she stored the Sacred Heavenly Codex away.

At that moment, a figure approached from behind.

“Princess!”

Borot, the eldest disciple of Jinlun Guoshi, called out respectfully. Since Zhao Min had become a cultivator, he had always known her strength far surpassed his own, but today’s battle had completely shocked him.

“How is the situation?”

Zhao Min turned slightly, her gaze calm but commanding.

Earlier, under her leadership, the Yuan Dynasty’s forces had encountered a troop of colossal apes, each towering several dozen meters tall. Even she had been momentarily stunned by the sheer size of the creatures. These beasts were far beyond what the warriors of the Yuan Dynasty could handle; escaping was not an option. Thus, rather than retreating, she had chosen to eliminate them all.

Zhao Min had personally engaged the Ape King, a battle that lasted for one incense stick’s time before she slayed it. However, during that time, many of her men had suffered grievous injuries—or worse, perished.

Borot lowered his head. “We lost seven Grandmasters in battle. Three others are critically wounded, and twelve sustained lighter injuries.”

A rare flicker of dissatisfaction crossed Zhao Min’s face.

She disapproved of the lack of strength among her subordinates, yet she understood that reaching the Grandmaster level before thirty was already commendable.

Abandoning them wasn’t an option.

She tossed a thick tome toward Borot.

“This is the Book of Rare Wonders—a record of various spiritual treasures. Have the uninjured warriors classify all the relics we obtained. If any of them aid in healing, set them aside for immediate use.”

Borot’s eyes lit up. “Yes, Princess!”

As he hurried away, cradling the book as if it were a divine decree, he failed to realize that if Lu Xiaofeng had been present, he would have noticed something startling. This Book of Rare Wonders was nearly identical to his own Heavenly Appraisal Compendium, down to the listed treasures.

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“This is incredible!”

Zhu Di’s battle-worn robes were streaked with blood, yet his eyes gleamed with exhilaration as he clutched an ancient scroll.

“The Imperial Extremity Sutra—Refining Void and Merging Dao Realm technique!”

“The Tyrant Heaven Divine Fist—Refining Spirit and Returning to the Void-level combat technique!”

A deep, hearty laugh rumbled from his throat. Not only had he obtained a top-tier cultivation method, but he had also acquired a devastating combat technique—a complete martial arts treasure trove in one fell swoop!

Upon entering the sect grounds, Zhu Di had led his warriors eastward, covering several hundred miles before encountering two colossal beasts locked in battle. When the creatures noticed them, they immediately turned their aggression toward the humans. Though both beasts were already wounded from their fight, their sheer power was terrifying. Still, with their combined efforts, Zhu Di’s forces triumphed.

Afterwards, they scoured the monsters’ den, discovering a trove of treasures, the most prized among them being the scrolls now in Zhu Di’s possession. Before embarking on this journey, Zhu Yuanzhang had given him an extensive briefing on cultivation techniques, thanks to his dealings with Zhang Sanfeng.

Thus, Zhu Di knew exactly how important these discoveries were.

“A Refining Void and Merging Dao technique is second only to true immortal scriptures,” he murmured, his grip tightening around the scroll.

And while Tyrant Heaven Divine Fist was a mere Refining Spirit and Returning to the Void-level combat art, it was still incomparably more powerful than any martial arts skill. Even if it was just a combat technique, its sheer devastating power made it an unparalleled treasure.

At that moment, a figure approached from behind.

“Your Highness,” Shangguan Haitang reported, her expression steady, yet respectful.

“All treasures have been gathered. We counted thirteen spiritual relics, but there are also several unidentified objects among them. We are uncertain of their purpose.”

Zhu Di frowned slightly but quickly dismissed the concern.

“If we don’t know what they are, take everything with us. We’ll figure it out later.”

He wasn’t about to leave anything valuable behind.

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Elsewhere, Fusu and his Qin Dynasty warriors had also successfully raided a beast den. Standing amidst the collected treasures, a serene yet conflicted expression crossed his face. From behind him, a soft yet clear voice spoke.

“My lord, of all these treasures, the only one I recognize is a three-thousand-year-old ginseng root.”

It was Moon God, the enigmatic seer from the Yin-Yang Clan, who had served Qin Shi Huang since Donghuang Taiyi’s death. With her divinations, they had located this beast lair far quicker than they otherwise would have. Yet Fusu wasn’t listening. His gaze was locked onto the scroll in his hands.

“The Grand Zhou Stellar Scripture—Refining Spirit and Returning to the Void-level technique…”

A cultivation manual. Unlike the others, who were busy sorting treasures, Fusu’s attention was solely on this technique. Everything else—ginseng, relics, artifacts—had faded into irrelevance in his mind.

A short distance away, two warriors observed him in silence.

“Haah… The prince has changed, but not enough.”

Wang Li shook his head, watching his lord become completely absorbed in his new cultivation scripture. Though Fusu was no longer the naïve idealist he once was, Wang Li believed he still had much to learn.

His obsession with cultivation had blinded him to other valuable assets—treasures that could aid his subordinates just as much as himself. Such a lack of comprehensive thinking was not fitting for a future ruler. At his side, Meng Yi scoffed lightly.

“A crown prince?”

His voice was laced with amusement.

“Do we even need one anymore?”

Wang Li turned, surprised by the remark. Meng Yi continued, a wry smile playing on his lips.

“Our emperor has already embarked on the path of immortality. If he finds the right opportunities, he may ascend beyond mortal existence altogether.”

“At that point, why would we need a successor?”

For a moment, Wang Li remained silent.

Then—

“…You have a point.”

For the first time, he considered a possibility he had never before entertained.

Would the Qin Dynasty ever need a new emperor? Or has immortality itself rewritten the very nature of rule?

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High in the sky, Bai Chen chuckled softly.

“Ah, what an interesting bunch you are.”

As powerful figures scrambled for immortality, as warriors clashed with beasts, and as dynasties questioned their very foundations, Bai Chen watched.

And smiled.

His game was proceeding perfectly.