59: Rush to Beiyuan and win the bet

Great Qin’s Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng listened to his subordinates’ report.

Northern Yuan, it’s gone.

Overnight, a Dynasty that had been passed down for hundreds of years was forcefully erased from history!

When the news arrived, the entire Xianyang Palace, and even the high-ranking officials of Great Qin, were shaken.

“Your Majesty.”

A chief eunuch bowed, his voice faint, fearing to disturb this unpredictable Emperor. “According to the latest secret report from our scouts, the Northern Yuan Dynasty was annihilated by a mysterious force of unknown origin, forcing the North Yuan Emperor, who was at the Half-step Void Realm, to self-detonate.”

Void Realm!

These four words were like four heavy hammers, striking fiercely at Ying Zheng’s heart!

He remained expressionless, but his slightly narrowed eyes betrayed the turbulent waves in his heart.

The Void Realm was a legendary existence in the Nine Great Dynasties, a stabilizing force capable of suppressing a nation’s Luck!

Now, even a Half-step Void Realm was an existence that stood above all at the Peak, yet he was forced to self-detonate.

Ying Zheng’s thoughts spun rapidly.

He recalled Lin Fan, who had caused a ruckus in Xianyang City but was ultimately taken away by an Immortal Revered Master.

He also remembered Princess Ling Ke’er, who was from the Northern Yuan royal family and had also joined the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect.

Now that Northern Yuan had suffered such a catastrophe, how could she, with her temperament, let it go?

A world-shaking bloody battle was already inevitable.

His ninth son, Ying Zichu, was also cultivating in the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect. Though only an Outer Sect Disciple, he was an important chess piece laid by Ying Zheng, a link to maintain relations with the Immortal Sect.

For public or private reasons, for sentiment or logic, Great Qin had to get involved in this muddy water!

“If we can help, then help them.”

Ying Zheng muttered to himself, a look of determination flashing in his eyes.

“This is also to forge a good connection.”

He no longer hesitated, turned, and strode towards the deepest part of the imperial palace, the imperial tomb that had been sealed for hundreds of years.

Half an hour later.

Deep within the imperial tomb, a massive bronze coffin slowly opened.

An ancient, decaying, yet incomparably domineering and majestic Qi emanated from within the coffin.

“Who… disturbs my slumber?”

A hoarse, dry voice, as if it hadn't spoken for hundreds of years, echoed faintly in the gloomy tomb.

“Great-grandson Ying Zheng, greets Great-grandfather!”

Ying Zheng respectfully performed a grand bow towards the withered figure in the coffin.

The strongest individual in the Ying clan of the Great Qin Dynasty, Ying Ji!

His cultivation had long since reached the Early Stage of the Void Realm!

Ying Zheng concisely recounted the matter of Northern Yuan and the existence of the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect.

The figure in the coffin slowly sat up.

“Immortal Sect…” Ying Ji’s voice carried a hint of uncontrollable excitement, “Good! What an Immortal Sect!”

“This matter, I will handle it!”

…

At the same time.

Cloudbreak Mountain Range, Tianzhu Peak.

Lu Yuchen was sleeping soundly in the rocking chair at the entrance of the Sect Master’s main hall, a suspicious glint even hanging at the corner of his mouth.

He opened his eyes fifteen minutes later and routinely called out the System to check on his Disciple’s daily activities.

“Ding! Disciple updates refreshed!”

“Disciple: Lin Fan”

“Status: Full-speed flight (Target: Former site of Northern Yuan Dynasty)”

“Cultivation: Foundation Establishment Stage, Fourth Level”

“Disciple: Ling Ke’er”

“Status: Full-speed flight (Target: Former site of Northern Yuan Dynasty)”

“Cultivation: Foundation Establishment Stage, First Level”

“Hmm?”

“Why are these two kids running to Northern Yuan?”

He frowned, feeling that things were not simple.

Northern Yuan, that place was barren; what good stuff was there that made them rush over so frantically?

A premonition of ill omen arose in Lu Yuchen’s heart.

Without thinking, his Golden Core Stage Divine Sense instantly surged out like a tide, easily covering several cities surrounding the Cloudbreak Mountain Range.

CountlessNoise (miscellaneous noises) instantly flooded his mind.

Laughter in restaurants, lewd talk in brothels, street vendors’ cries…

With a thought, he filtered out all this useless information, focusing only on the conversations of Jianghu individuals, merchants, and porters.

Soon, he captured several keywords.

“Have you heard? The Northern Yuan Dynasty is finished!”

“It was wiped out overnight! Even the royal family was slaughtered clean!” “More than just the royal family! It’s said that even commoners weren’t spared; the entire royal city is almost a city of Death Qi!”

“The most terrifying thing is, I heard that the previously unknown North Yuan Emperor was actually at the Half-step Void Realm! Even he couldn’t escape his fate!”

Boom!

Lu Yuchen’s mind buzzed!

Northern Yuan is gone?

Half-step Void Realm died?

Could there be a Void Realm?

He instantly understood why Lin Fan and Ling Ke’er were acting so unusually.

Ling Ke’er was a Northern Yuan Princess; how could she not seek revenge for her nation and family?

Although Lin Fan had no direct connection to Northern Yuan, the Northern Yuan Dynasty had once gone to war with two great Dynasties to protect him. With his temperament, he would certainly not stand idly by regarding this favor.

“Nonsense!”

Lu Yuchen slapped his thigh, almost breaking the rocking chair.

He quickly calculated his Disciple’s combat power in his mind.

Ling Ke’er, Foundation Establishment Stage, First Level, with the Mystic Maiden Heart Sutra, at most could contend with a Grandmaster.

Lin Fan, Foundation Establishment Stage, Fourth Level, with the Ancient Desolate Body and Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, could fight above his Realm, probably a Heavenly Human Realm. After all, he had killed a Heavenly Human recently.

But who were they facing?

Most likely, a Void Realm!

Damn it, this wasn't going for revenge; this was going to deliver their heads!

“Damn it, none of you let me rest easy!”

Lu Yuchen cursed, his face filled with anxiousness for his Disciples.

He could no longer sit still. His figure flickered and disappeared from the spot, transforming into a streak of light, rushing towards Northern Yuan.

“Dare to touch my Disciples, no matter who you are, just you wait!”

“If I don’t scatter your ashes, my surname isn’t Lu!”

…

Six hours later.

The bloody afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky a strange crimson.

A light blue figure stumbled into the once prosperous, now Death Qi-ridden, Northern Yuan Royal City.

It was Ling Ke’er.

She had arrived.

The bone-chilling wind carried a pervasive scent of blood, covering her mouth and nose, making her almost vomit.

Looking around, the streets were filled with corpses.

There were soldiers in armor, unarmed commoners, white-haired elders, and even infants still in swaddling clothes…

Their faces still held the extreme fear and despair from before their deaths.

Tang Xiaoshan had not only slaughtered the royal family and the army.

He had slaughtered an entire city!

Ling Ke’er’s delicate body trembled incessantly.

That wasn’t fear; it was… extreme rage!

She walked step by step towards the imperial palace, which had long been reduced to ruins, each step seemingly treading on her own heart.

Bloody tears silently streamed from her beautiful Phoenix eyes.

Finally, she flew into the familiar, now only broken walls and remnants of the palace ruins.

However, she had not yet had time to let out a cry of sorrow.

Suddenly!

Three sinister, bizarre, and suffocatingly powerful Qi descended from three directions with a roar!

Like three invisible mountains, they pressed down on her, trapping her in the center!

From within the ruins, three black-robed elders, whose Qi merged with heaven and earth as if they had become one with this space, slowly revealed themselves, completely blocking all her escape routes.

Crisis!

An unprecedented crisis!