Chapter 1818: The Prosperous Age of Chengtian

Ancient Soldier Dao Treasury.

A headless figure lifted the severed head with both hands and slowly pressed it onto the stump of the neck...

The separated flesh grew at an astonishing speed, and the head and body were quickly reconnected. Bai Qi opened his eyes and looked toward the frozen sea at the figure in theatrical robes that was leaving rapidly.

"ARE YOU FUCKING SICK!!!" Jian Changsheng's furious voice rang out in his mind.

"Do you know you almost got him killed?! I gave you my body, not for you to go and be an enemy of the Red Heart!! What the hell are you trying to do?!!"

Bai Qi let the noise in his mind be like a boiling pot, his expression remaining as calm as water. He waited until Jian Changsheng had finished cursing before speaking faintly:

"Is that how you talk to your master?"

Jian Changsheng was silenced for a moment.

"I cursed, so what??" Jian Changsheng continued to speak angrily. "Couldn't you have just handed over my soul? Why did you have to provoke him??"

"Aren't you afraid that he was really just using you?" Bai Qi sneered. "People know faces but not hearts. The Mockery Calamity is best at disguising. You sacrificed yourself for him, yet in the end, he didn't even look at you properly... How do you know that to him, you are a brother, or just a sword that can be discarded at will after being used?"

"What are you talking about! How could I not understand what kind of person Red Heart is?"

"Perhaps, you only think you understand."

Bai Qi paused for a moment, as if recalling something, a hint of complexity appearing in his eyes. "Do you know... how this general died back then, after galloping on the battlefield and killing countless enemies?"

Jian Changsheng hesitated for a moment. "...How did you die?"

"The monarch ordered death... I drew my sword and took my own life."

Hearing these eight words, Jian Changsheng stood frozen in place.

The sobbing cold wind blew across the empty land, blowing the blood-stained ribbons on Bai Qi's body. He stood alone in the million-man pit, like an abandoned ancient sword stuck in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Jian Changsheng was silent for a long time before speaking softly:

"You saw it too... Red Heart is not that kind of person."

Bai Qi didn't answer. He just quietly looked at the long scar left by Chen Ling hard-carrying the Soldier Dao killing intent and piercing through the treasury, not knowing what he was thinking.

"...Perhaps." Bai Qi finally spoke.

Jian Changsheng's voice rang out again: "...Aren't you afraid he'll really kill you?"

"If he really had the guts to charge into the Ancient Soldier Dao Treasury for you and kill me... he would naturally have discovered your soul and taken you away." Bai Qi paused for a moment. "But he didn't kill me... This time, I owe him."

"It's good that you know." Jian Changsheng snorted. "Red Heart's vision is much greater than you think."

Bai Qi looked back at this million-man pit.

Perhaps the refresh time had arrived, as killing intent projections regenerated within it, gradually filling the entire million-man pit.

But this time, Bai Qi didn't go back to fight the killing intent projections. Instead, he drew the sword from the ground and walked step by step toward the outside of the Ancient Soldier Dao Treasury.

"Where are you going?" Jian Changsheng asked in confusion.

"My rank has reached the peak of Tier 8. There is no point in wasting time here anymore." Bai Qi looked up toward a certain direction at the end of the frozen sea. "But now, someone has already taken the position of the Soldier Dao Demigod a step ahead..."

"I am going to kill him."

"And then..."

"Attain the Dao of the Soldier Demigod."

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Chengtian Palace.

Jing Si followed behind Eunuch Zuo, weaving through the palace.

This youth, who had just come from the Ruoshui Prison, was very curious about everything in the palace, looking around and wishing he could explore every single place.

"Eunuch Zuo... I've only just arrived in Chengtian, does His Majesty really want me to be the Deputy Chief of the White Egret Division?" Jing Si hesitated for a moment before asking in disbelief.

"Young Master Jing Si, the monarch's word is law." Eunuch Zuo chuckled. "You were raised by Lord Wei himself, and His Majesty trusts Lord Wei's ability and character, hence he is promoting you... You must not let His Majesty's expectations down."

Jing Si nodded, thinking that this old emperor was indeed as Lord Wei said, not an ordinary person... He was just a youth who had just come from the Ruoshui Prison, yet he could be appointed as a Deputy Chief. This kind of courage and boldness in using people was not something just anyone could have.

"Eunuch Zuo, who is that?" Jing Si suddenly saw something and pointed in that direction.

A figure in official robes was riding a fast horse, galloping through the vast palace.

One must know that anyone allowed to ride a horse in the palace must have a significant background.

Although he looked like a young man, his hair was already gray, and traces of age were etched on his skin. His deep eyes were looking toward the distant main hall, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Him?" Eunuch Zuo replied. "He is the current Chief of the Grand Historian Division, He Jing."

"So it's him..."

Although Jing Si was in the Ruoshui Prison, he had long heard the name of Lord He Jing... It was said that he was a powerful official who had risen abruptly in recent years, elevating the Grand Historian Division, which was originally just a place responsible for infrastructure in the dynasty, to a crucial position. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he now held power over the court.

Seemingly sensing Jing Si's gaze, He Jing glanced coldly in this direction before continuing to spur his horse forward, heading toward the main hall.

"What a formidable person..." Jing Si looked at the spirited back and couldn't help but sigh.

"Lord He Jing is indeed a dragon among men, one in ten thousand." Eunuch Zuo paused for a moment, looked at Jing Si leisurely, and said meaningfully, "However, Young Master Jing Si... you must never learn from him."

"...Why?"

Eunuch Zuo shook his head and said no more.

Jing Si was quick-witted and knew he had asked something he shouldn't have, so he immediately changed the subject. "However, the Chengtian Domain is truly full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers... Along the way, I've already seen several Demigod auras flash by. I stayed in the Ruoshui Prison for so many years and never saw even one."

"It's only been in recent times that there have been more." Mentioning this, a smile appeared on Eunuch Zuo's face again.

"The Chengtian Dynasty now has ten Demigod Dukes of the Book, Medicine, Soldier, Yellow, Craft, Chess, Puppet, Witch, Strength, and Prostitution Daos. Besides that, there are two quasi-Dukes about to complete their Divine Dao self-verification and step into the Demigod realm..."

"Such a prosperous age, even going back a thousand years, is unique."

"Ten Demigods??" Jing Si opened his mouth in shock.

"This..."

Jing Si could never have imagined that the Chengtian Dynasty would possess so many Demigods in one go... At this moment, he added a few more points of reverence for the emperor in the palace.

What kind of person must one be to have ten Demigods under their command...?