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120: This emperor is worse than a dog.

It was precisely the secret technique of the Kingdom's Duan Clan, the Six Meridian Divine Sword.

Seeing this, the Emperor's eyes widened, and he looked at Duan Zhengchun with an expression of disbelief.

"This... this is the Six Meridian Divine Sword? How is this possible? How could you know the Six Meridian Divine Sword?" the Emperor said in shock.

It was no wonder he was so shocked, as the Six Meridian Divine Sword had always been treasured in the Tianlong Temple.

Members of the Duan Clan only became eligible to Cultivate the Six Meridian Divine Sword after becoming monks at Tianlong Temple; however, being eligible did not mean one could actually Cultivate it.

His brother had always been a playboy, spending all day chasing women; making him become a monk at this age would be more painful than killing him.

How could he possibly have become a monk? And since he hadn't, why was he able to Cultivate the Six Meridian Divine Sword?

Moreover, looking at his proficiency, the Six Meridian Divine Sword had clearly reached Major Achievement.

The Six Meridian Divine Sword was a supreme Cultivation Technique created by the Old Ancestor Duan Siping based on the One Yang Finger, using finger strength to emit invisible Sword Qi that could wound people.

It was once hailed as the number one sword technique in the world.

However, since its creation, only the Old Ancestor had successfully mastered it; none of the subsequent Duan Clan members had managed to fully Cultivate all six meridians.

His playboy brother had actually succeeded in Cultivating it in such a short time?

Who would believe it if told? Even witnessing it with his own eyes, he could hardly believe it was real.

The Emperor felt like he was dreaming; otherwise, how could such a thing happen?

"Imperial Brother, nothing in this world is impossible. Just because you don't know about it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

"You don't need to be surprised either. I comprehended this Six Meridian Divine Sword myself based on the One Yang Finger; otherwise, there would be no explanation for how I could successfully Cultivate it."

"After all, we both know the Six Meridian Divine Sword Manual is in Tianlong Temple, and members of the Duan Clan cannot Cultivate it without becoming monks," Duan Zhengchun explained with a smile.

"I'm not dreaming? This is real?" the Emperor said in shock.

"Of course you're not dreaming. So, Imperial Brother, you can fully let go and act boldly."

"If anyone dares to cause trouble, I'm here. I'll handle all the trouble," Duan Zhengchun said with a smile.

The Emperor looked at his brother and remained silent for a long time.

He hadn't yet recovered from the shock, especially since his brother said he had comprehended the Six Meridian Divine Sword himself based on the One Yang Finger.

Could it be that his brother's talent was already high enough to rival the Old Ancestor? Or even surpass him?

Looking at the current situation, his brother's talent had indeed surpassed the Old Ancestor's.

After all, when the Old Ancestor created the Six Meridian Divine Sword, he was already over fifty years old and his strength was already at the Grandmaster Realm.

His brother was only twenty years old now; who would believe it if it got out that he comprehended the Six Meridian Divine Sword at twenty?

"Brother Chun, you have truly given me a huge surprise."

"Haha..."

The Emperor couldn't help but laugh heartily; it had been many years since he had laughed so joyfully.

Especially after a mishap in his Cultivation led to his infertility, he rarely smiled.

After all, this was a fatal blow for any man.

"However, Brother Chun, the prosperity of the Duan Family still depends on you."

"If possible, spread the seeds of our Duan Family as soon as possible and pass on your Legacy," the Emperor said with a smile.

"Don't worry, Imperial Brother, I'm good at this," Duan Zhengchun said with a smile.

Hearing his brother's shameless words, the Emperor's mouth twitched.

"If you want our Duan Clan to flourish, having only one Princess Consort won't do."

"But your wife is from the Baiyi Tribe; can you handle it?" the Emperor asked worriedly.

"Haha... I have my own ways."

"Then, how about I let you sit on this Throne of mine?" the Emperor looked at his brother with a half-smile.

"Sure... uh, no, a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue. Imperial Brother, you can't make jokes like that; if you do, my reputation will be completely ruined."

Duan Zhengchun agreed subconsciously, but realized something was wrong as soon as he spoke.

Could such things be said lightly? If this got out, what would he become? Besides, what's so good about being an Emperor?

Waking up earlier than a rooster and going to bed later than a dog every day, it's exhausting.

Even a dog wouldn't want to be this Emperor; how could it be as comfortable as being a Carefree Prince like me?

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