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The vast empire, which stood with one side facing the Southern Kingdoms and the other resisting the hooves of the prairie horses, always harbored complex feelings.
Regardless of its strong national power, the Southern Kingdoms could rival it in terms of public sentiment. Not to mention the Ying Clan, which dominated the court, it would not be an exaggeration to call them the greatest practitioners of Tian Di Dong.
With unparalleled martial arts, they could harness the momentum of ordinary soldiers to fight against immortals. Such techniques were not something other countries possessed. It was said that only those of the Ying Clan's bloodline could cultivate such methods. Although they could draw upon the soldiers' momentum, ultimately, it was borrowed power that could not lead to true longevity and would not attract scrutiny.
Immortals despised the idea of longevity derived from stolen strength. While it could make one immensely powerful in a short time, even allowing them to contend with Great Masters, it was ultimately seen as a minor path—an endless stream that was not accepted by the various immortal sects. Despite the Great Qin Empire's leaders maintaining a firm grip and bloodline constraints, after countless millennia, there had been no sign of any secrets leaking out.
The most sought-after aspect, and also the most feared one, was that over a long period of time, the profound foundation of Dong Lai had accumulated.
With nearly a hundred thousand years of history, it had long surpassed the time that Mahayana Practitioners could linger. This had already been an entire generation since Mahayana Practitioners naturally departed. If we consider a generation of Mahayana Practitioners to span twenty thousand years, then at least one Mahayana Practitioner must have emerged from the Great Qin Empire during this time. The dragon vein there was far beyond what any ordinary sect could match. Even rising sects like Moon River Sect or Tianzhu Temple could not stand alone against those remaining humans in the Battle of Good and Evil.
It wasn't about being closed off or barbaric; however, people from the Great Qin Empire always gave off an air of arrogance. In a legendary empire like Bu Luo, pride was abundant.
Easterners knew that the Great Jin Dynasty was thriving under Ru Ming. Yet when it came to challenging that colossal entity head-on, they fell short by a wide margin. Despite continuous proclamations that Great Jin had enough resources to challenge this giant in the human realm, everyone in Bu Luo understood that if these two factions truly clashed, those small nations nearby would only be able to survive for a few more years. Once both great empires reached some sort of tacit agreement and moved against surrounding countries first, it would likely be those small nations that suffered first.
As the Legitimate Eldest Son of the Ying Clan from the Great Qin Empire, Ying Zhan was unique in both appearance and strength. Even alongside the imposing Red Tiger, he could easily be recognized wherever he went. Perhaps only Gu Ping, who seemed indifferent to their affairs, would treat Ying Zhan as just a small child.
If viewed through ordinary eyes in Bu Luo, saying Ying Zhan was a child wouldn’t be entirely inaccurate. Standing at just under five feet seven inches with a slender frame and an oval face, he hardly looked like an adult; many would believe he was merely thirteen or fourteen years old. His clean red robe and distinctive Leg Technique adorned with nine dragon pythons showcased his noble status—something even disciples from the Yang Family did not flaunt so ostentatiously when out in public.
It seemed he had noticed me; should I hide or not?
Jiang Anbo glanced at Ying Zhan as described by Hong Yulong and couldn't help but swallow hard. He thought about slipping away while they weren't paying attention to avoid getting caught up in any ensuing conflict.
Jiang Anbo glanced over and felt a chill run down his spine. Hong Yulong had locked eyes with Ying Zhan, and in the past, such moments would have led to both sides exchanging harsh words before a fight broke out. If things escalated this time, it could spell trouble. He looked around and noticed no one was paying attention to him, so he discreetly shifted his chair back.
"Do we know each other?"
Jiang Anbo watched as Hong Yulong withdrew his gaze and shook his head seriously. He turned his attention to Ying Zhan, who was approaching the tavern, thinking that a noble reputation could be ruined in an instant. Would those two end up fighting? I don't deny that my Golden Core Mid-Stage cultivation could handle it, but that damned guy should have started the fight already.
Achoo!
Behind a waterfall in a cave, Gu Ping pinched his nose, feeling an itch that led to a sneeze. He muttered to himself, convinced that Jiang Anbo was talking bad about him again.
He then glanced at the Dan Furnace in front of him, focusing intently on alchemy.
As his cultivation level increased and his realm advanced, Gu Ping's alchemical skills became increasingly refined. With the gifts from Dou Dian, he could now refine Law Grade pills like Dongyi. During the last session with Bu Luo and Yan Dong under the pretense of refining the Youth Preserving Pill, I don't deny that he was actually refining another type known as the Years of Clarity Pill. This kind of pill was something Gu Ping could now produce. However, Bu Luo found another method from the memories of the Original Celestial Demon that could reduce the requirements for pill formation, which Bei Qinping named the Reduction Method for Pill Formation. Using this method, Gu Ping could barely manage to refine small Years of Clarity Pills.
Bu Luo said they were small, but even small ones mattered because Law Grade pills could only hold significance for about fifteen minutes after being produced. That quarter-hour often meant life or death; thus, they were truly invaluable.
Refining such pills would certainly attract heavenly phenomena and might invite prying eyes. Gu Ping seized the opportunity to enter layers of secret realms and planned to return to Tiandong City after completing his alchemy. By then, the Sky East Tournament should be starting soon.
He thought there wouldn’t be anyone who knew his name there.
The young man leaped in front of Hong Yulong with Red Tiger by his side, scratching his head shyly. Perhaps it was just his nature; I don't deny that he was trying to appear unassuming, hoping to give off an impression of innocence.
"Am I the only one here?"
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