The Qin Divine Dynasty was established a thousand years ago by the legendary warrior Zou Qin, who led a group of heroes to build this great empire.
At this moment, the Qin Divine Dynasty was bustling with activity.
Two great sects had come to the dynasty to recruit disciples, a grand event that only occurred once every ten years.
Tongtian Island and the Xianling Sect were the two closest powers to the Qin Divine Dynasty.
Most of the disciples in these two sects originated from the Qin Divine Dynasty, so their relations with the dynasty were naturally close.
Right now, within the vast outer palace hall.
On a martial arts platform made of bluestone, dozens of feet wide, two royal members were engaged in a duel. On the high stage above, representatives from the two sects sat side by side with the King of Qin, watching the battle below.
Tongtian Island floats upon a vast sea. It is said that the island is built upon the back of an ancient immortal turtle, though the true details remain unknown.
The Xianling Sect only accepts female disciples, similar to the Xuanjian Pavilion, and within the royal family, there are countless princesses. For these royal princesses, joining the Xianling Sect was a way to escape the fate already written for them.
“King Qin, this time’s princes and princesses are quite impressive,” remarked the representative from Tongtian Island, an inner sect elder responsible for disciple recruitment. The dynasty’s founding ancestor possessed extraordinary talent, and there was great potential for future generations to match that greatness.
“Master Huang, you flatter us,” King Qin laughed heartily, clearly pleased by the elder’s compliment.
“King Qin, what about that quiet little fellow from ten years ago? How is his cultivation now?” Huang Bangyang smiled, recalling a young boy who had caught his attention during the last recruitment visit.
“Master Huang, you mean Sheng’er?” King Qin asked.
“Mm.”
“Ah, that child has devoted himself entirely to political scheming, clashing constantly with his brothers, neglecting his cultivation. Now he’s only at the middle stage of Divine Entry,” King Qin replied with a sigh.
“Not bad, not bad at all. If he had come back to the sect with me back then and focused solely on cultivation, his achievements would have been immeasurable,” Elder Huang said with a hint of regret. Still, reaching the middle stage of Divine Entry was no small feat in his eyes.
At that moment, the Xianling Sect elder, who had been sitting silently, finally spoke, “That child is quite good.”
King Qin focused his gaze and smiled, “Indeed, Shuiyun is a promising one.”
Right now, the elders from the two sects were like buyers in a marketplace, eyeing which ‘vegetable’ they would take home.
As for King Qin, he wholeheartedly supported the sects selecting disciples from the royal family. After all, he was still in his prime, with a harem of thousands and many children—dozens born every year. Sending some of them to the sects was a practical solution.
It would prevent them from growing up and fighting for power, causing chaos within the royal family.
“Prince Tenglong wins!”
At that moment, the outcome of the duel on the martial arts platform was decided. A boy of only twelve or thirteen had struck his sibling with one palm, sending him flying out covered in blood. He then raised his hand high, gazing down with a look of disdain.
“Who else dares to challenge me for first place in this competition? Step up if you dare!” Zou Tenglong stood on the platform, arrogantly roaring.
Seeing this, King Qin shook his head slightly, “My apologies for letting the two elders witness such behavior.”
“No worries, this child is quite talented,” Elder Huang nodded with a smile. With proper cultivation, he could become a promising asset.
Though only twelve or thirteen, Zou Tenglong was ruthless, having killed countless prisoners in the dungeons to hone his skills.
His words carried a chilling killing intent that made his siblings shudder.
“Too much killing intent,” remarked Elder Yin from the Xianling Sect, shaking his head.
…
Just then, King Qin and the two sect elders, who had been chatting casually, suddenly stood up, their eyes fixed on the distant horizon.
They sensed intermittent fluctuations in spiritual energy coming from afar, mixed with faint cries of pain.
Lin Fan, carrying Zou Sheng, had already flown over the Qin Divine Dynasty. As he gazed at the palace ahead, Lin Fan accelerated his speed.
Seeing that he was being brought here, the wounded Zou Sheng was secretly overjoyed, but waves of pain left him unable to speak.
Finally, King Qin saw clearly what was approaching, his expression shifting instantly. He calmly asked,
“Who are you, and why have you harmed my son?” King Qin saw Zou Sheng behind Lin Fan, bloodied and weak, seemingly on the brink of death.
The royal family members participating in the martial competition also looked up at the sky. Upon seeing the scene above, they cried out in shock.
They recognized the captive in the air—Zou Sheng, the Crown Prince.
Some felt concern, while others secretly rejoiced.
Zou Tenglong, having just won first place in the competition, was enjoying the admiration of the crowd. Seeing someone suddenly steal his spotlight angered him. But when he looked up and saw his elder brother being held captive, he roared, “Villain! Release my brother immediately!”
Elder Huang frowned slightly and stepped forward, “Is there something we can discuss?”
“Who is the King of Qin?” Lin Fan coldly asked.
“That would be me,” King Qin locked eyes with Lin Fan, his heart burning with anger.
“He slaughtered one hundred and eight innocent villagers. How do you explain this?” Lin Fan asked.
King Qin paused, initially thinking it was something serious, but upon hearing it was just a village matter, he relaxed slightly. These villagers weren’t even considered citizens of the Qin Divine Dynasty—killing them was of little consequence. Yet the way this man approached things suggested something deeper. Could it be these villagers were connected to him, prompting revenge?
Elder Huang frowned. Killing one hundred and eight innocent villagers was indeed excessive.
“Villain, release my brother! Just a bunch of insignificant villagers—killed is killed. If you don’t let him go, you’ll regret it with your life!” Zou Tenglong, only twelve or thirteen, shouted with a murderous glare.
Zou Tenglong, though young, was exceptionally talented among the royal family, a true prodigy.
In this competition, he had aimed for the sects. With his talent, if accepted and nurtured by the sect, becoming a great figure was only a matter of time.
“Insignificant…” Lin Fan’s gaze sharpened as he stared at the boy below, then a cruel smile curled his lips.
“Great figures stand high above, possessing absolute power, viewing all as insignificant. Those villagers were ants in your eyes, but you, in my eyes, are no more than an ant yourself.”
“Your talent is impressive, but recklessness before you’ve fully grown is a death sentence.” At that moment, Lin Fan’s killing intent surged, spreading throughout the palace.
“Hmph! This is the Qin Divine Dynasty. You villain, release my brother and surrender immediately, or I’ll make you wish you were dead…” Zou Tenglong, fearless and arrogant, stared disdainfully at Lin Fan.
In an instant, Lin Fan’s eyes flashed with cold light.
“Leaving you alive will only bring disaster upon the world.”
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