From the fake emperor to the concubine

Zheng Yi laughed heartily, his voice full of energy, as if he didn't care at all about his impending disappearance: "As expected of Senior Sword Thirteen, since you have made a promise, I believe that you are different from some people and will definitely keep your word."

Liehuo's brow furrowed, and he exploded in anger. Pointing at Zheng Yi in a fit of rage, he spat as he yelled, "You bastard, who are you calling a liar!"

"Don't run away if you dare, fight me for three hundred rounds!"

These words immediately drew several disdainful glances at Liehuo.

Master Zhenjing shook his head and sighed with his eyes closed, while Feng Tianji rolled his eyes.

Zheng Yi ignored the guy and turned to Jian Shisan, saying, "My request remains the same as before."

His figure had faded to almost transparent, but his voice remained clear: "I only hope that senior will take care of the Hehuan Sect, so that its lineage will not be cut off."

"Please rest assured, I will not allow you to do anything against your principles."

"If the people of the Hehuan Sect commit any crimes, you may deal with them as you see fit, and there is no need to protect them."

“But…” Zheng Yi’s tone suddenly turned cold.

“If my Hehuan Sect has not committed any wrongdoings, yet someone tries to frame me and even plot against my sect, I beg you, senior, to consider what I have done today and not stand idly by.”

Jian Shisan frowned and pondered for a while before solemnly nodding: "Alright, I, Jian Shisan, can swear to heaven."

He raised three fingers, sword energy swirling around the tips: "From now on, as long as the people of the Hehuan Sect do not do anything against morality, I, Jian Shisan, will protect you."

"If I break this oath, may my sword heart be worn down, and I will never be able to make any further progress in the way of the sword."

Liehuo was furious. He stomped his foot so hard the ground shook three times: "Sword Thirteen, are you crazy? How dare you make such a vicious oath!"

He pointed at Zheng Yi's disappearing figure and said, "For these crooked and evil methods, you actually dared to swear an oath on your own swordsmanship?"

Jian Shisan had already regained his composure and said with a faint smile, "As long as I don't break my oath, there's naturally nothing to worry about."

Zheng Yi nodded secretly; he hadn't misjudged the person after all.

This vow might mean nothing to others.

But in the heart of a sword cultivator like Jian Shisan, it was the heaviest oath. Zheng Yi saw the sword energy swirling around Jian Shisan's fingertips transform into a ray of golden light that shot straight into the sky—a phenomenon that only occurs when one makes an oath with their sword heart.

"Thank you, senior." Zheng Yi clasped his hands in gratitude, his sleeves almost transparent as they fluttered.

He had no affection for the Hehuan Sect. He only obtained the position of sect leader to facilitate the use of the sect's resources to aid his cultivation.

However, in the battle just now, everyone who stayed behind did so because they believed in themselves.

As a former emperor, these disciples of the sect were no different from his subjects.

How could he not find a way out for his people?

Just then, a whooshing sound suddenly came from afar.

Qiu Miaoyin carried the two people back to Zheng Yi like a gust of wind. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her hair was messy and stuck to her cheeks.

After putting Biyao and Qingming Silong on the ground, Qiu Miaoyin, disregarding her image, gasped for breath.

Even though the Hehuan Sect isn't far from here, the fact that Qiu Miaoyin could travel back and forth in such a short time shows that she truly did her best.

“Biyao? Qingming Silong,” Zheng Yi’s voice suddenly became extremely majestic: “After I leave, the Hehuan Sect and my wives and concubines will be in your care.”

Biyao and Qingming Silong had just woken up when Qiu Miaoyin forcibly brought them here.

The two men were deathly pale, their lips still trembling. They hadn't recovered from the dizziness when they heard such shocking news.

They were instantly frozen in place, as if someone had cast a spell on them.

His mouth gaped open in shock, unable to close it.

Zheng Yi's figure became increasingly ethereal, leaving the two of them no time to process the current situation.

He quickly explained to the two, "Senior Jian Shisan has assured us that the Tianxuan Sword Sect will protect the legacy of my Hehuan Sect. From today onwards, the Hehuan Sect will be renamed Qingxiao Palace, and all disciples are strictly prohibited from committing any crimes."

As he spoke, Zheng Yi raised his almost transparent hand and touched the foreheads of Biyao and Qingming Silong respectively.

Two beams of golden light entered between their eyebrows, instantly causing them to tremble.

"This is a cultivation technique created by the sect master himself. From now on, all members of Qingxiao Palace shall cultivate this technique."

He has traversed several worlds and experienced countless bloody battles.

Having even studied the cultivation techniques of several sects, Zheng Yi's current sternness far surpasses that of these people from the Eastern Wilderness.

Even the so-called number one swordsman has many shortcomings in Zheng Yi's eyes.

The cultivation method he personally created for the Hehuan Sect is so advanced that as long as these people practice diligently and without ceasing, even if their aptitude is a little lacking, they will one day become first-class cultivators in the Eastern Wilderness without any problem.

Zheng Yi's voice began to drift away: "As for the future path of the sect, I have already told you. I hope you will not disappoint me."

As Zheng Yi spoke, he immediately adopted an imperial demeanor. Even though Bi Yao and Qing Ming Si Long hadn't recovered yet, they instinctively shivered and knelt respectfully before Zheng Yi.

"Disciple obeys!" Biyao's voice trembled.

"Your subordinate obeys!" Qingming Silong pressed his forehead to the ground.

All of this happened so fast that Liehuo was dumbfounded. When Zheng Yi exuded that awe-inspiring and unapproachable imperial aura, even Liehuo, the sect leader, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

My legs almost gave way and I knelt down before Zheng Yi.

This annoyed Liehuo, who was about to retort with a few words.

But in a flash, Zheng Yi had vanished without a trace, along with the extraterrestrial demon.

There was absolutely no sign of anything unusual, which made one wonder if they had ever really existed.

Yunhai City, Zheng Family.

"Ancestor, please show your power quickly!"

"You unworthy descendants respectfully beg our ancestor to come out of seclusion and save the lives of our clansmen."

Behind the Zheng family's mountain, in front of a secluded paradise used for solitary cultivation.

Clan chief Zheng Tianhao led his entire clan in a sorrowful lament.

The cries were so heart-wrenching that they brought tears to the eyes of anyone who heard them.

The other members of the Zheng family also wept and called out to their ancestors in the blessed land.

If you look down from the sky at this moment.

You will find that the Zheng family's gate is now surrounded by a crowd of about three thousand people.

The Zheng family guards who were protecting the gate fought desperately.

But faced with such a huge disparity in numbers, their resistance seemed utterly futile.

Almost every moment someone was killed, their body lying on the spot.

The attacking enemy seemed to have no place to go, and in no time at all, they had already breached the entire Zheng family compound.

They headed straight for the back mountain, their menacing aura palpable.

The Zheng family members, who were weeping and pleading in front of the blessed land, could even clearly hear the deafening shouts of killing.

But at this moment, they had no other recourse but to cry out to their ancestor, hoping that the ancestor who was in seclusion would wake up.

"Ancestor..." Zheng Tianhao's cries grew louder and louder: "If you don't show your power soon, our Zheng family will be wiped out from this day forward!"

"Ancestor, please open your eyes and look at your unworthy descendants!"

As he spoke, the man kowtowed repeatedly in front of the stone gate of the blessed land, leaving the stone steps a bloody mess.

But he seemed oblivious, continuing to kowtow frantically. Before their ancestor went into seclusion, he had left behind a cultivation technique. Relying on this technique, the Zheng family could be considered one of the most powerful clans in the world.

However, because one of the clan leaders was too arrogant, he actually carried the original of the clan's martial arts manual with him when he went out.

As a result, not only did he die a tragic death, but the Zheng family's martial arts techniques also disappeared without a trace.

The true core of the Zheng family's martial arts can only be mastered by the patriarch of each generation.

Without the core of the cultivation technique, the Zheng family patriarchs of all generations have been forever barred from becoming top-tier masters.

This led to a vicious cycle: without top-tier experts, ordinary experts would naturally perish for various reasons.

The more skilled members die, the weaker the family becomes, and the less effective the protection it can provide.

Today, the once glorious Zheng family can no longer even be considered a third-rate power.

In the heyday of the Zheng family, would a mere three thousand people dare to cause trouble at the Zheng family's residence?

But now.

As the clan leader, Zheng Tianhao could do nothing but go to the place where the ancestor was in seclusion and beg him to come out of seclusion.

boom!
The last gate of the Zheng family mansion, leading to the secluded retreat area on the back mountain, was blasted open.

More than a dozen family guards were sent flying, coughing up blood, and crashed to the ground, their fates unknown.

The leader, a man with a face full of scars, wielded a massive two-meter-long broadsword, grinning maliciously at the crowd: "Today is the day your Zheng family is wiped out. Brothers, kill them all!"

The man spoke with murderous intent, enunciating each word clearly: "Leave no one alive!"

To cooperate with this man, his subordinates deliberately shouted loudly while brandishing swords and rushing towards the Zheng family.

Many of the men in the Zheng family rose up in resistance.

However, their cultivation level was significantly lower than that of these ruthless bandits.

In the very first encounter, seven or eight people were slashed and fell to the ground.

The crying in the crowd suddenly grew louder, and many people even fainted from crying.

Zheng Tianhao kowtowed even more forcefully.

Blood, flesh, and tears mingled together as they cried out in anguish, "Our ancestors have shown their power! Our ancestors have shown their power!"

Amidst the hacking and screaming, Zheng Tianhao's actions appeared both ignorant and pathetic.

Just as he was kowtowing repeatedly, Zheng Tianhao's vision suddenly went black.

He raised his head subconsciously.

He discovered that a young man was standing in front of him without him noticing.

This man was in his early twenties, with a rugged face and features that looked as if they had been carved by a knife and axe.

It was undoubtedly Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi was also confused. After fighting the extraterrestrial demons, he didn't know what method they used to force him out of the Eastern Wilderness.

I originally thought I would travel to the next world, just like before.

As a result, he found himself drifting in the endless void.

After drifting for an unknown period of time, the extraterrestrial demons actually came knocking on their door.

After all, this guy's body was blasted into pieces by Zheng Yi's small sword.

Afterwards, he consumed a great deal of power to reconstruct his soul. Although he barely survived, his strength was greatly diminished.

Furthermore, most of their strength was consumed in the process of getting Zheng Yi out of the Eastern Wilderness.

Therefore, even the extraterrestrial demons suffered a significant loss of strength.

Zheng Yi originally thought that he was definitely doomed this time.

After engaging in combat, it was discovered that this extraterrestrial demon was all bark and no bite.

Of course, even so, Zheng Yi was no match for the extraterrestrial demons.

The two fought for an unknown period of time in that void.

Zheng Yi even felt that he might have stayed there for hundreds or even thousands of years.

The extraterrestrial demon thought Zheng Yi was an easy target, but he didn't know that after so many transmigrations, Zheng Yi's soul strength had already exceeded that of ordinary people by dozens of times.

Even extraterrestrial demons are no match for Zheng Yi.

From the beginning, they were aggressive and confident of victory, but later the extraterrestrial demons didn't even have the courage to fight back and could only beg for mercy.

Unfortunately, Zheng Yi was not a soft-hearted person.

Since they are enemies, we must completely eliminate them and leave no future troubles.

They had only recently defeated the extraterrestrial demon and were currently researching how to completely absorb its power.

Suddenly, a series of mournful cries rang out. The cries were intermittent and disturbing, which annoyed Zheng Yi to no end.

So they decided to stop worrying about the extraterrestrial demons and just see what was going on.

As soon as he opened one of the stone doors, he saw a huge group of people kneeling on the ground, crying and calling out for some kind of ancestor.

Behind this group of people, a battle was taking place, and many people dressed similarly to them were killed.

Although the current situation is not yet fully understood.

However, since someone is being killed right in front of you, you can't just stand by and watch.

Zheng Yi walked straight through the crowd and stood in front of the group of killers.

"Get out of the way now, or I'll spare your lives."

No matter how you look at it, those people who killed indiscriminately were definitely not good people.

However, Zheng Yi also knew that he couldn't judge a book by its cover, so he decided to give the other party a chance to leave.

The bandit leader, carrying a broadsword, spat and said, "Damn it, where did this piece of trash come from? He's not even fully grown yet, and he dares to swagger in front of me? Take this!"

The enormous broadsword was raised high and brought down on Zheng Yi's head.

This strike was aimed directly at Zheng Yi's life; there was no holding back whatsoever.

"Fine, since you're asking for it..."

In Zheng Yi's eyes, this bandit leader wasn't even worth a worm. Even the worst disciple in the Eastern Wilderness sects was far stronger than this guy.

The Zheng family watched as their ancestor, who had just come back to life, stood motionless, seemingly paralyzed with fear, in the face of the enemy's sword.

They were immediately filled with despair.

"Grandpa, hide quickly!"

"It's over, there's no way to dodge this. Could it be that our ancestor isn't as strong as the legends say?"

Just as they were falling into despair, Zheng Yi raised his hand, curled his fingers, and lightly flicked the sword.

With a clang, the thick, heavy broadsword was snapped in two.

One half of the blade.

It flew into the air with a whoosh, finally landing on the ground with a soft thud, embedding itself in the bluestone. (End of Chapter)