"Ugh!" Ye Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression instantly wilting.
"Qin Luo, one day I will storm the Great Qin Empire and grind your bones to dust!"
Now, Ye Chen could only vent his anger, forced to flee the Tai Xu Sacred Land, his master gone, and his Sword Bone lost...
He was practically penniless.
However, as a Child of Fortune, his luck had always been good.
In this desolate wilderness, he encountered an injured woman being chased by a demonic beast.
Seizing the opportunity, Ye Chen struck down the beast with a single sword.
"Miss, are you alright?" Ye Chen, pale-faced, had the potential of a pretty boy. He smiled at the woman, whose tattered clothes revealed a hint of spring.
For a moment, the woman was entranced by him.
What young girl doesn't dream of romance, especially when the man before her is not only handsome but also her savior?
"Thank you, young master."
"No need, it was just a passing act." Ye Chen replied indifferently, exuding an air of a master, which further captivated the woman.
Ye Chen casually took out a piece of clothing and handed it to the woman, helping her cover the exposed parts, causing her face to flush red.
An enchanting atmosphere arose at that moment.
"Miss, Miss!" A series of exclamations came, as the woman's family arrived, interrupting the ambiguous atmosphere between them.
Once they appeared, the woman immediately introduced, "This young master just saved me from the beast."
The middle-aged man leading them immediately clasped his hands in thanks to Ye Chen, "Thank you, young master, for saving our lady. Please, come with us to the Ten Thousand Swords Manor as our guest. The manor lord will surely reward you generously!"
The advantage of the male protagonist who lives off others was once again evident at this moment.
...
Qin Luo's speed in devouring the essence of the Sword Bone was not slow. In Xi Huang's eyes, the Sword Bone, which had just been exuding sharp sword intent, was quickly devoured by Qin Luo.
After devouring it, Qin Luo also gained some of the Sword Bone's characteristics.
Boom! A sword momentum rose from his body, reaching perfection!
In the realm of swordsmanship, a sword cultivator who condenses sword momentum can be called a Sword Cultivator. Sword momentum progresses through four major realms: Entry, Minor Achievement, Major Achievement, and Perfection.
Previously, with the system's enhancement, Qin Luo had mastered the Perfection Realm of a Saint-Grade, Lower Tier sword technique, naturally condensing his sword momentum to the Major Achievement realm.
Now, reaching Perfection was like when the water reaches, the channel forms.
Moreover, his cultivation also advanced, reaching the ninth level of the Divine Ability Realm.
"Alright, you should rest well." Qin Luo waved the small whip in his hand, causing Xi Huang to shiver. Get faster updates on g.com.
To be honest, she was afraid of Qin Luo.
Fortunately, she didn't have a physical body now; if she did, she wouldn't want to live anymore.
The pure and noble Empress Xi Huang never imagined that one day she would be so humiliated by someone.
Yes, humiliated. This was even more stimulating than being raped.
Qin Luo put away the Human Emperor Banner and walked out; Fang Xing and the others had been waiting for a long time.
Naturally, he noticed Qin Luo's cultivation improvement, a glint flashing in his eyes as he glanced at Zheng Tuo and nodded slightly.
Zheng Tuo was hesitant. To be honest, his situation in the Great Qin Empire was difficult. The other princes wouldn't accept his allegiance, as it would offend his enemies.
Right now, perhaps Qin Luo was his only choice; otherwise, he would have to flee the Great Qin Empire in the near future.
But Qin Luo's power was too small—no, not small, but nonexistent.
Fang Xing didn't ask about Xi Huang's absence, as it was Qin Luo's secret.
In a way, he had already acknowledged Qin Luo's status as a prince.
"Your Highness, should we head to the Imperial Capital immediately?" Fang Xing reminded.
"The royal bloodline baptism is a major event soon; it's best for Your Highness to go as soon as possible."
He didn't mind expressing his goodwill.
"Royal bloodline baptism?" Qin Luo was momentarily stunned and asked, "Marquis of the Four Directions, could you explain?"
Before Fang Xing could speak, Zheng Tuo took over.
"Your Highness, let me explain."
Fang Xing silently stepped back, understanding that Zheng Tuo had made his choice.
The paths before Zheng Tuo were few; fleeing would surely lead to death in Fang Xing's view.
Allying with Qin Luo might lead to ruin, or it could result in a powerful rise.
After all, Qin Luo was a prince of the Great Qin Empire, a position of high status.
That's why he suggested Zheng Tuo take a gamble.
Qin Luo's gaze fell on Zheng Tuo, "May I know your name?"
Zheng Tuo bowed deeply to Qin Luo, "Your servant, Marquis of the Broken Army, Zheng Tuo, greets the Ninth Prince!"
Hmm? Qin Luo hadn't expected this burly man to want to pledge allegiance to him.
Having a Sage Realm expert pledge loyalty made Qin Luo feel a bit elated.
However, he wasn't foolish; he knew that when something seemed off, there was usually a catch.
The Great Qin Empire's strength was something he had some memory of from the previous host. Although powerful, Sage Realm experts weren't as common as Chinese cabbage.
In the Great Qin Empire, Sages were the backbone, so there was definitely something amiss here.
"Marquis of the Broken Army, please explain the bloodline baptism first."
This statement made Zheng Tuo tremble all over; he realized he was too hasty and composed himself before beginning to explain.
The royal bloodline baptism was a grand event held every ten years in the Great Qin Empire, selecting those with extraordinary talent from the royal clan for a complete bloodline baptism, at great expense.
Previously, some royal descendants had awakened special bloodlines and physiques during the baptism.
Many fought tooth and nail for this bloodline baptism, and royal descendants often suffered injuries or even death during the martial contests.
As a prince, Qin Luo naturally didn't need to compete for a spot.
However, once the martial contests ended, the spots were already determined, and Qin Luo's arrival would inevitably mean one less spot.
"Oh, so someone will hold a grudge against me?" Qin Luo asked.
Zheng Tuo nodded, "Indeed, Your Highness must be cautious, because..."
"Counting you, there are nine princes, but only one can become the future emperor."
"Nine Dragons Competing for Succession?" Qin Luo blurted out.
"Interesting, interesting, I like it!"
"Let's go, I can't wait to head to the Imperial Capital." Qin Luo felt his blood boiling.
Damn, this life was like dominating in a game.
That was truly exhilarating! Having just crushed Ye Chen and gained so many treasures, he had already fallen in love with this world.
Compared to the dull and monotonous life in another world, where he could only toil like a beast of burden, this was amazing!
Just as he descended the mountain, he encountered Liu Ruyan and the others.
Especially Liu Ruyan, who looked at Qin Luo with affectionate eyes, making him shiver all over.
"Senior Brother Qin, I misunderstood you. You care so much for me; you won't blame me, will you?"