Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts

The words of Takeda Tora sounded very pleasant to the ears of many sects.

But, it wasn't pleasant enough.

In the hearts of many sects, the Human Dynasty and these sects of theirs should ideally not be in a cooperative relationship as friends, but rather in a subordinate relationship.

However, it shouldn't be the sects subordinate to the dynasty, but the dynasty subordinate to the sects.

This would be the best outcome for all sects.

But they also knew that they couldn't fantasize about these things for the time being.

The strength of the Wu Kingdom was still very strong, not like a dynasty in its final years, where they could intervene at will.

Not to mention that there were so many sects within the Wu Kingdom, it would definitely be impossible to reconcile the interests of all parties.

Often, in the final years of a dynasty, it was basically a struggle between sects, all for the sake of controlling a puppet emperor.

At that time, many sects would be destroyed, and they felt that their own sect might not necessarily be the one laughing last.

So, if they could maintain the status quo, that would be pretty good.

"Friends?" Emperor Wu sneered, looking at Takeda Tora as if he were looking at an ant, and even in his gaze, he felt only childishness, "Uncle, you treat people as friends, but they treat you as just another dog!"

"Nephew, is there really nothing to talk about?" Takeda Tora looked coldly at Emperor Wu, as if issuing a final ultimatum.

Takeda Tora naturally hoped there was nothing to talk about.

Only with no room for negotiation could he rise to power!

"Talk? Many things are not resolved through talk."

Emperor Wu raised his head, looking at the giant dragon circling above the Dragon Palace, his eyes deep, as if he had returned to more than a decade ago.

"Indeed, what you said was all correct..." Emperor Wu muttered to himself, not knowing who he was speaking to.

"Roar!"

Above the palace, the golden dragon of national fortune roared again.

In the next instant, this golden dragon pounced towards several sect leaders in the center of the square.

Emperor Wu had completely bet on the national fortune of the Wu Kingdom!

Wherever the golden dragon touched, several Nascent Soul Realm sect leaders died on the spot, turning into blood mist and dissipating in the air.

These blood mists不停的凝聚, eventually gathering on that golden paper!

"Wu Chang! Are you crazy!"

The other sect leaders were shocked, not expecting Emperor Wu to directly attack!

Since the Wu Kingdom's emperor had completely torn off his mask, then they didn't need to be polite anymore!

Hundreds of Nascent Soul Realm cultivators and several Jade Tablet Realm cultivators first attacked Emperor Wu.

Capture the leader to capture the king.

As long as Emperor Wu was killed first, everything would be easy to say.

On the other side, many cultivators burned their essence blood, sending warnings to their sects from thousands of miles away.

These sect leaders were not fools; before coming, they had already made preparations.

As long as something unexpected happened on their side, they could let the sect sense it, and the sect would turn against the Wu Kingdom.

So this was the confidence they had in coming to Wudu alone.

Now, most of the sects were connected, and if one sect was in trouble, other sects would more or less help.

Therefore, these sects gathered together, forming an absolutely undeniable force.

The relationship between sects was like this.

When the dynasty was weak, for the sake of利益, the sects would fight each other.

But if the dynasty was strong, the originally scattered sects would主动凝在一起, resisting the dynasty.

In their view, they didn't need to do anything, because the lifespan of cultivators was long, and no dynasty was eternal.

But what they didn't expect was that this ruler of the Wu Kingdom actually overturned the table directly...

"Humph!"

A cold snort came from above the palace.

Before Emperor Wu could even act, several imperial palace guardians rushed out, killing several sect leaders who were charging in the front.

These imperial palace guardians protected Emperor Wu.

But not all imperial palace guardians stood on Emperor Wu's side.

Some of these imperial palace guardians came from some sects within the Wu Kingdom, just hired over.

Now that this kind of thing had happened, they would naturally stand on the side of their own sect.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Chen would ultimately stand on the side of the sects."

Emperor Wu looked at an old man.

This old man's name was Chen Liang, and he was the only Ascension Realm cultivator in the Wu Kingdom.

He came from the Pangu Sect.

This was an ancient sect.

But this sect had disintegrated into several sects a thousand years ago, and their ancestor tried to break through with the help of the Human Dynasty's mountains and rivers fortune, so he came to Wudu to be a guardian.

In fact, in Emperor Wu's view, the possibility of the other party standing on his side was greater.

Because the Pangu Sect no longer existed, and the several sects that split up were also not successful, even hating each other, which was simply ridiculous.

Moreover, what the other party needed was the Wu Kingdom's mountains and rivers fortune.

If the Wu Kingdom could control these sects, the Wu Kingdom's national fortune would be even more prosperous, and the greater the gift the other party received from the Wu Kingdom's national fortune, the more likely they would be to take it to the next level.

But what he didn't expect was that he still stood on the opposite side.

Chen Liang shook his head: "What Your Majesty has done is too激进, there is really no need to do so."

Chen Liang raised his head, looking directly into Emperor Wu's eyes: "If Your Majesty puts it down at this time, everything can still be saved."

"He he he." Emperor Wu laughed a few times, "Then I will try the strength of an Ascension Realm expert!"

Emperor Wu did not waste words with the other party.

A mountain and river giant dragon once again pounced towards Chen Liang.

Chen Liang pinched his fingers, silently recited a spell, and pointed forward.

The dragon claws of the mountain and river long dragon collided with Chen Liang's fingers, and the mountain and river fortune and spiritual power拳拳震散.

If it weren't for the protection of the mountain and river fortune, the civil and military officials would have already fainted.

In the palace, the mountain and river fortune once again gathered不停地, and two giant lions pounced towards these sect leaders.

The two majestic lions condensed from mountain and river fortune grabbed a sect leader with one claw and bit the Nascent Soul Realm sect leader to pieces in one bite.

Those immortals who were high above for most cultivators were now as fragile as an ant!

A lot of commotion happened on the square, and many people trembled, only able to hide in the palace and dare not come out.

Consort Xiao in the harem raised her head to take a look, and although she didn't know what was happening, Consort Xiao walked back to the room and took out the phoenix hairpin.

This was a symbol of the Wu Kingdom's empress.

Although Consort Xiao was not the empress, she did keep this hairpin.

This hairpin also provided Consort Xiao with the basis for managing the harem.

Otherwise, there would always be some people in the harem who would not obey.

Consort Xiao held up the hairpin.

In an instant, this hairpin turned into streams of light and disappeared into the空.

"鸣!"

With a phoenix cry, a golden phoenix soared into the sky and pounced towards those sect leaders.

Those sect leaders would naturally not sit still and wait for death.

They all祭出 their natal magic weapons, intending to fight to the death!

They knew that they had no retreat, Emperor Wu just wanted them to die!

The other civil and military officials also reacted, operating the mountain and river fortune, and using one official technique after another, trying to suppress these sect leaders.

The so-called official technique is a technique operated with mountain and river fortune as the core.

As long as they were officials in the Wu Kingdom, they could practice official techniques.

The strength of the official technique was no less than the spell of a Qi practitioner, and even many official techniques could use the power of rules.

So many demons and ghosts were mostly powerless when facing Wu Kingdom ministers.

But the official technique was only a technique, and there was no way to extend lifespan.

For a time, the entire square was in chaos.

Some officials and cultivators fought each other, and some hid, which didn't seem so loyal.

Some were also looking around, thinking about which camp to join.

For these people, it didn't really matter who was the emperor, they just wanted to keep their position.

At that time, the situation was evenly matched, and these wavering people really couldn't tell which side would win.

Xu Ming and Wu Yanhan, as well as everyone in the Brocade Guard, did not hesitate and all stood on Emperor Wu's side.

Although their realm was very low, under the blessing of the mountain and river fortune, Xu Ming entered the pseudo-Nascent Soul Realm, enough to fight them.

However, Xu Ming did not let Li Han and the others take action.

With their realm, going there would just be slapped to death, simply cannon fodder.

And just when the great battle in the palace began.

Within the vast territory of the Wu Kingdom, streams of golden light gathered towards Wudu.

The people of the Wu Kingdom all raised their heads to look, they didn't know what was happening, they just felt that there was something strange in the sky.

Wu Kingdom's Demon Suppression City.

A silver-haired little girl was sitting on the shoulders of a burly man four or five meters tall, eating candied haws.

The burly man was holding a roasted whole lamb in his hand, licking it with a greasy mouth.

Suddenly, the little girl felt something, turned her head, and looked in the direction of the Wu Kingdom's imperial capital.

"Roar."

The giant under the girl's buttocks also raised his head, his eyes blinking, full of doubt.

"Who knows what's happening in the Wu Kingdom again."

The little girl said disdainfully.

"But it doesn't matter, anyway, it's none of our business, the court is the court's business, and we just need to guard our city."

"Roar." The giant nodded and continued eating the roasted whole lamb.

The giant really didn't care in his heart.

He had been guarding here for many, many years, and didn't know how many dynasties had changed.

So what if the current court was gone?

In this place, it will never change.

The little girl finished her candied hawthorn, tossed the stick aside, and the giant devoured the roasted whole lamb, picked up his giant axe, and strode forward.

Directly ahead of them, the human soldiers were locked in a fierce battle with the demons of the Southern Border Demon Kingdom.

This has happened countless times this year.

Beiliang.

Snowflakes danced in the sky.

The Beiliang Snow Dragon Cavalry had clashed with the barbarians of the Northern Wilderness not long ago.

Now, they finally had a chance to rest. The soldiers of Beiliang set up camp, lit fires, and ate their lunch, while the snow-white steeds munched on hay with snorts.

In the midst of the military camp, a woman raised her head.

She wore a suit of snow-white armor. Her helmet was removed, and a high ponytail was tied behind her head. On her shoulder, she carried a snow-white long spear, and in her left hand, she held a pot of wine.

Just as she tilted her head back to drink a cup of wine and take a bite of meat, she sensed something and looked up, gazing at the gilded light streaking across the sky.

"It seems something has happened in Wudu."

A deep, resonant voice echoed.

The woman retracted her gaze, looked at the man, and softly called out, "Father."

"Mm," the King of Beiliang nodded, sitting down beside his daughter. "Eat well. Don't worry about those things. What happens in Wudu has nothing to do with us. What we need to do is guard this border."

"Yes," the woman replied, averting her eyes and continuing to eat her meat.

"Alas..."

At the city gate of Wudu, Lu Xiaoliu, carrying his luggage, finally arrived.

Originally, Lu Xiaoliu could have been faster.

Although the journey was long, Lu Xiaoliu's footwork was not bad.

However, on the way, Lu Xiaoliu encountered many things and met many old acquaintances.

It was already quite an achievement that he was able to reach the foot of this imperial city.

"I hope I'm not too late..."

Lu Xiaoliu took a bite of his bread and continued walking into Wudu.

Just as Lu Xiaoliu stepped through the city gate with his front foot, a woman also entered Wudu with her back foot.

Neither of them lingered for even a moment, both heading straight towards the imperial palace of Wudu.

In their hearts, there was only one thought: "Please don't really be dead!"

The formations of the Wu Kingdom's imperial palace were fully activated.

The people of Wudu only saw bright golden light gathering above the imperial palace, followed by roars of dragons echoing from within.

However, the people of Wudu were not clear about what exactly had happened.

But they could be sure of one thing—something major must have happened in the imperial palace!

"Clang clang clang clang!"

Xu Ming, wielding the immortal sword Red Sleeve, clashed with a Nascent Soul Realm sect leader.

This sect leader was also a sword cultivator with considerable skill in swordsmanship.

Xu Ming circulated the Grass Character Sword Manual, unleashing one sword strike after another.

The sect leader was forced into retreat by Xu Ming, but he could only endure it.

He couldn't understand how this young man, who had only temporarily reached the Nascent Soul Realm with the help of the mountains and rivers' fortune, could possess such sharp sword energy and intent!

And also that red longsword in his hand.

Could it be an immortal weapon?

Who exactly is he? How could he gain the recognition of an immortal weapon?!

The sect leader's hands were going numb from the strikes of Xu Ming's longsword.

With his next strike, Xu Ming found an opening and thrust out his sword again!

"Crap!"

The opponent knew things were bad, but it was already too late.

This Nascent Soul Realm sect leader was blasted into a bloody mist by Xu Ming, and the blood mist entered the golden paper floating in the air.

Xu Ming raised his head, looking at that enormous golden paper.

This was the second time Xu Ming had seen something similar. The first time was at the Tianxuan Sect.

The Tianxuan Sect Leader also wanted to turn the tables using this method. All the dead cultivators were transformed into blood mist and absorbed by the Tianxuan Sect Leader.

However, the Tianxuan Sect Leader wanted to use the laws of the Great Dao to erase everyone.

Xu Ming felt that this golden paper above the Wu Kingdom had the same goal, both utilizing the laws of the Great Dao.

Xu Ming felt that what the Wu Emperor wanted to do was not just as simple as signing a contract.