It might be easy to be an emperor of one kingdom, but not so easy to be an emperor who unified the whole small world.
Even during the most glorious period the kingdom of Dubhe, it only captured the territory of one fifth of the Wanqing small world, and the rest of the world was divided into three regions: the kingdom of Yushu, the kingdom of Wenhao and the kingdom of Luocha.
The four kingdoms shared the Wanqing small world, and any of them didn't dare to say that they were capable of unifying the whole world.
Because there were thousands of grand families and hundreds of martial arts schools in the small world, not to mention Mount Rosy Clouds, the holy land of martial arts.
"I don't think that a human being is able to rule the whole Wanqing world, and no one has ever tried this before in history." Zhiqing monk folded his hands and shook his head with an indifferent look.
"Limited outlook."
Murong Fengjian gave a flick of his sleeves and snorted.
Xiao Naihe thought with disagreement, "Not really. There are numerous kung fu masters around the three thousand and three hundred worlds, so it's indeed possible for humans to rule the small world, and even the big worlds are managed by ancient dynasties and powerful families. Besides, the Northern Far Worlds are unified by immortal experts. You just have a narrow vision."
Although Zhiqing monk was the National Monk and an immortal, he was fettered by the secularity, and his mind had been always confined to Wanqing small world.
Murong Fengjian used to be afraid of the monk, but when he knew the monk's thoughts, he realized that the person with the limitation of ego could not make great progress in cultivation in the future.
"Well, I thought you were just like me with ambitious minds, Zhiqing monk, but it seemed that I misjudged. I didn't expect you have such a narrow vision. In that case, I don't need to talk much with you. You know, it won't take long for me to become a real immortal, and even reach the immortal-ghost level."
Murong Fengjian began to activate his spiritual power, and his eyes were glistening with confidence.
Startled, Zhiqing monk immediately realized that Murong Fengjian wanted to take the edge off his spirit.
Ascending to immortality required the strong spiritual power and divine soul.
"Let's go, Tian Ying." A smile rested on Murong Fenfjian's lips.
When they walked out the door, a spy ran to them and then knelt down, "My lord, all families at the sacrificial altar were held captive. There were seventy-two families, totaling one thousand and three people."
"Very well. Send the second killing order in an hour to inform all the families to do their work."
Following Murong Fengjian closely, Xiao Naihe thought, "Murong Feng is in the peak of his killing intent at this moment, and this is not the best time for me to strike him. I have to wait for another chance."
He didn't care about the intrigue among four kingdoms and the unification of worlds, but just focused on trying to kill Murong Fengjian to avenge Xiao family's hatred, and only in this way could he reach the highest level of the Sky Spirit Realm and then ascend to immortality.
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Plenty of noble families and dignitaries were stuck at dozens of large inspection houses.
"Why do you lock us here? Why do you accuse us of colluding with foreign envoys to rebel for no reason?"
"I demand to see the prime minister, the national master, and His Majesty!"
The imperial decree declared that seventy-two noble families colluded with foreign envoys to rebel. Now they were imprisoned in the inspection houses and couldn't vindicate themselves.
Feng Qianlong stood aloof at the head of the crowd, and released his killing intent to still the clamor.
"The national master has found evidence which showed how your family members in the hunting ground allied themselves with the foreign bodyguards to plot a rebellion and assassinate His Majesty."
"That's impossible! What happened?" Yun Yonghuai was stunned. He stumbled and then fell to the ground, looking desperate, "Second Uncle, my sister is a student of the National Master, and how can we rebel?"
In desperation, Yun Gongsheng sat in a chair and lost his bearing of a kung fu master with gray hair.
"Before I left home, the patriarch entrusted the mission to me. I'm the leader of the group until she arrived here, but now our family is charged with treason. Our ancestors followed the emperor and did a deed of merit in the war, but now the glory is going to be destroyed under my leadership. I... I'm guilty."
Sudden bouts of anger and anxiety damaged Yun Gongsheng's heart and mind. Then he spurted blood and almost fainted.