Chapter 875: Quasi-Emperor Qualification

"Oh? What good things?"

"Treasures stained with imperial aura, divine weapons, or even Dao Foundation secret treasures."

Jian Changsheng’s eyes lit up instantly!

"Besides that, there are items that appeared in the palace throughout history, such as calligraphy and paintings, jewelry, gold, delicacies, snacks..."

Sun Bumian’s ears twitched, and his eyes lit up as well.

"Since we’re already here..." Sun Bumian pushed his small round sunglasses, his expression unprecedentedly serious. "After getting beaten up, not taking something away really wouldn't be right."

Chen Ling said while intentionally observing Jiang Xiaohua with his peripheral vision.

Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian had been sufficiently tempted by Chen Ling, but Jiang Xiaohua didn't seem interested in these...

He searched around and didn't find a shovel to dig a pit, so he could only silently pick up a rag, lie on the ground, cover his face, and prepare to rest in peace.

"Buddy! Don't sleep!"

Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian dragged him up from the ground, one on each side, shaking him, shaking him, shaking him.

Jiang Xiaohua: ...

Without Jiang Xiaohua, they couldn't hide their auras. Jiang Xiaohua wanted to lie flat, but they were the first to disagree.

Finally, the two dragged Jiang Xiaohua away. As Chen Ling mobilized the power of the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasury, the four vanished from the spot instantly.

……

In a daze, the hemp-clad youth slowly opened his eyes.

The galloping vibration came from the earth beneath him, and the flying yellow sand obscured a corner of the sky. The hemp-clad youth stayed in place blankly for a long time before suddenly coming to his senses, stiffly trying to crawl up from the ground...

A sharp pain came from under his ribs, making his mouth twitch and his face turn incredibly pale.

"Brother Li, slow down!" Han Dong’s voice came from the side, his tense voice trembling. "You have so much blood on you..."

The hemp-clad youth looked down. He was indeed covered in crimson; part of it was seeping from the knife wound under his ribs, and part of it was from vomiting when he was shaken away earlier... It looked shocking.

The hemp-clad youth sat up slowly and found that he was currently in a wilderness with flying yellow sand, with a few large rocks beside him.

Not far from him, a vast army was rushing toward the imperial palace in the distance with deafening shouts, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, incredibly excited!

"Where... is this place?"

"I don't know. We only saw a few golden figures descend from the sky earlier, and with a wave of their hands, we were here."

In the hemp-clad youth’s mind, everything that had just happened gradually came back, along with Chen Ling’s cold, killing-intent-filled eyes, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Opera Emperor... who exactly is he??

Why does he want to kill me?

One question after another surfaced in the hemp-clad youth’s mind, but he suddenly seemed to remember something and asked immediately: "Where is A-Qian??"

"I don't see her... we seem to have been separated."

Only then did the hemp-clad youth realize that not everyone had been transferred here. For example, Wu Qiong, A-Qian, and dozens of others who were at the very back of the snowfield were nowhere to be seen.

But other figures were basically all here... for example, Zhu Zhong.

Zhu Zhong sat on the ground blankly, sweat still hanging on his forehead, as if frightened by Chen Ling’s strike earlier. After all, that [Judgment] that pierced the earth had flown past his ear, missing his head by a fraction.

He took a long while to stabilize himself before crawling up from the ground.

"Damn it... what exactly is this place?"

"Why does this look like the scenes in the school history books?"

"These roads, buildings, and the imperial palace over there... it must be a scene from ancient times, for sure."

"Is someone trying to siege the city over there?"

“……”

While everyone was whispering, lines of golden text appeared before the eyes of several figures simultaneously:

【You have gained the attention of multiple emperors】

【Please take your vassals and head to the corresponding location to claim the 'Quasi-Emperor Destiny'】

In the crowd, about four people saw this text, and the hemp-clad youth was among them... They had all explored the principles within the snowfield to some extent, and seeing "Quasi-Emperor Destiny" made their hearts happy!

They knew that after experiencing the hardships of the snowfield, they were about to receive the corresponding rewards.

Zhu Zhong was overjoyed. At the same time, he sensed the location where he was about to go to claim the "Quasi-Emperor Destiny"—it was in the imperial palace before him that was about to be breached!

The location sensed by the hemp-clad youth seemed to be in the imperial palace of another dynasty... but it wasn't far from here.

And before the eyes of others, text also appeared—

【Please choose the 'King' you trust and follow】

【After choosing a 'King', you can change, but only once】

These people had no outstanding performance in the snowfield and had never received the attention of an emperor. They were seeing the golden text for the first time and were startled.

"Those who trust me! Follow me! I, Zhu Zhong, will definitely lead you out!" Zhu Zhong waved his hand.

The crowd was still a bit bewildered, but due to Zhu Zhong’s own strength and the authority he had shown earlier, after hesitating for a moment, more than fifty people walked behind him.

Several other figures who had obtained the "Quasi-Emperor" qualification also shouted, recruiting a group of people. The smallest group was about five or six, and the largest was only a dozen or so.

To Zhu Zhong’s surprise, nearly thirty people chose to stand behind the hemp-clad youth, becoming the largest force other than Zhu Zhong’s.

Among them, besides Han Dong and other children from the Second District recruited by the flatbread, a large part came because of the dispute between the hemp-clad youth and Zhu Zhong. He had courage, strength, and a kinder heart than Zhu Zhong, so he naturally attracted a large group of followers.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhong’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He walked slowly out of the crowd and came to the hemp-clad youth, looking over the blood-covered youth.

"Li Fu, right? You almost fooled me..." Zhu Zhong twisted his neck, his tall figure looking down at the hemp-clad youth. "Relying on bluffing to get so many people to believe in you, you really have something... But how long can you keep bluffing?"

Before the hemp-clad youth could speak, Han Dong rushed up.

"What are you doing? Seeing someone seriously injured by the Opera Emperor and wanting to take advantage of the situation, right?!" Han Dong gritted his teeth. "Want to fight? We have so many people, we aren't afraid of you!"

"Take advantage of the situation?" Zhu Zhong sneered. "Don't forget, we were almost killed in the snow by the Opera Emperor because of him... He is the culprit, and you still support him?"

As soon as this was said, the people behind the hemp-clad youth seemed to waver. Recalling the scene just now, the oppressive aura of the Opera Emperor rushed over again.

The hemp-clad youth braced his severely injured body and stared coldly at Zhu Zhong for a long time, but ultimately didn't waste words with him, turning away:

"Don't mind him... let’s go."