Qin Renhuang just became an immortal, and you told me this is the prehistoric time

Upon hearing this, Ying Xuan glanced down at the lush, vibrant medicinal garden below, his expression unwavering.

He shook his head slowly.

"No need. The refining of the giant tree cannot be interrupted. Transforming the soil is like a drop in the ocean, a waste of the formation's power."

He paused, his gaze falling on the hundreds of thousands of ginseng plants stretching as far as the eye could see on the plain, their growth astonishing, and his voice carried a decisive tone.

"By imperial decree: On the plains, except for a few ginseng plants that are nearly a thousand years old and contain special spiritual energy, all other ginseng plants shall be dug up! The land freed up shall be used to transplant the new spiritual herbs brought back from the Death Swamp!"

In mountainous areas, slow-growing or low-potential medicinal herbs may be removed to make way for new plantings!

Upon hearing this, Cao Zhengchun was startled!
The hundreds of thousands of ginseng plants on the plains that are hundreds of years old are valuable enough to drive countless cultivators crazy in the outside world!

Your Majesty actually intends to... exterminate them all?! But knowing that Ying Xuan always planned carefully before acting, he immediately bowed and replied.

"Yes, Your Majesty! I will carry it out immediately!"

He turned to leave, but Ying Xuan's voice came again.

"Remember, prioritize preserving the spiritual roots and herbs that are unique to this world and have the highest value in enhancing the foundation of the Great Qin World. As for ordinary spiritual herbs, no matter how old they are, they can be discarded if there are similar or substitute ones in the Great Qin World."

"Yes! I understand!"

Cao Zhengchun accepted the order and hurriedly withdrew with several head eunuchs.

Ying Xuan's gaze swept over the retreating guards of the Eastern Depot.

He keenly sensed that the elites who followed him into the world of Zhuxian had become much stronger than when they first arrived, after being baptized by the spiritual energy of the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Array and nourished by the high concentration of heaven and earth energy in this world!

Many people have reached the peak of the ordinary life level and are only one step away from breaking through to the innate realm! This is undoubtedly good news.

Biyao stood aside, taking in everything.

When she heard Cao Zhengchun refer to himself as a "slave" and saw the respectful demeanor of the imperial guards, she suddenly felt enlightened!
Eunuchs! Only emperors would have so many eunuchs around them!
The mysterious and powerful man before me is actually... an emperor?!

This realization shook her to her core!

No wonder his subordinates are so disciplined, no wonder he acts so domineeringly and decisively, treating Qingyun Sect and Tianyin Temple as nothing!
The look in her eyes as she gazed at Ying Xuan was filled with awe, but also with complex and unfathomable emotions.

At the same time, her desire for the cultivation method practiced by Ying Xuan was growing wildly in her heart!

If she could learn his top-tier cultivation technique that could instantly filter and refine the energy of heaven and earth... her future would be limitless!
Ying Xuan seemed to see through her thoughts, glancing at her indifferently but saying nothing more.

To impart martial arts techniques? In this realm? Absolutely impossible.

This world has its own operating trajectory. If cultivation techniques far exceeding the level of this world are spread out, it will inevitably trigger unpredictable chain reactions, and may even attract the attention and rejection of the Heavenly Dao of this world in advance.

Moreover, Biyao is shrewd and intelligent; if her cultivation technique were to leak out and fall into the hands of the Ghost King, it would be even more troublesome.

He turned his gaze away and looked at the towering Jianmu tree in the distance.

Under continuous refining, the giant tree's boundless life force was extracted, and its originally towering canopy, which seemed to reach the clouds and stretch endlessly, appeared to have shrunk slightly.
Although it was barely perceptible, Ying Xuan's divine sense was incredibly sharp.

"Without spirit or wisdom, it merely possesses the form."

Ying Xuan sighed inwardly.

This Jianmu tree, though possessing immense vitality, is like a sleeping giant, lacking self-awareness, unable to resist, and unable to cultivate itself; it can only be passively absorbed.

He used this to his advantage, using it as nourishment for the Qin world and accelerating the rise of the empire.

This... is the law of the jungle.

Meanwhile, at the edge of the Death Swamp.

The dense miasma and the occasional lightning strikes that had been pervasive had somehow thinned out considerably, and even the terrifying aura of destruction had diminished significantly.

This strange change attracted some uninvited guests.

"Hurry up! All of you, get on your own!"

A tall, middle-aged man with a sinister face shouted in a stern voice. He was none other than Yu Yangzi, the master of the Longevity Hall.

Behind him followed hundreds of disciples of the Longevity Hall, each exuding a chilling aura and wielding unusual weapons.

"Yu Yangzi, what's the rush?"

An old, hoarse voice rang out. The Poison God, the leader of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, leaned on a snake-headed cane and slowly walked over, surrounded by a group of disciples shrouded in poisonous mist.

His eyes were cloudy, yet they held the shrewdness of an old fox.

"The way the thunderous mist dissipated was suspicious; be careful, it might be a trap."

"Brother Poison God is right."

A charming and alluring voice rang out. Madam Sanmiao, the leader of the Hehuan Sect, arrived gracefully, surrounded by a group of beautiful and seductive female disciples.

Her eyes swept across the misty swamp ahead.

"However... fortune favors the bold. A place that could cause setbacks for Qingyun Sect and Tianyin Temple must contain many treasures."

"Hmph! Who cares about any strangeness!"

Yu Yangzi waved his hand impatiently.

"Qingyun Sect and Tianyin Temple have been ravaged and are too busy to care for themselves! This is the perfect opportunity for our Holy Sect to rise again! This strange change in the Death Swamp might just be a godsend! Whoever seizes the rare and precious herbs within will have them!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a disciple of the Longevity Hall next to him suddenly shouted excitedly.

"Sect Master! Look! Blood Sun Fruit!"

He was holding a strange fruit that was entirely crimson and radiated a scorching heat.

Yu Yangzi's eyes lit up, he snatched it, examined it carefully, and then swallowed it without hesitation!
As soon as the fruit entered my stomach, a surge of intense energy instantly coursed through my entire body!

Yu Yangzi felt warm all over and full of energy. The deep wrinkles on his face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he looked much younger!
"Hahaha! Great! It really is good stuff!"

Yu Yangzi was greatly encouraged and laughed wildly.

"See that? This swamp is teeming with treasure! Charge! The sect leader will reward those who snatch it handsomely!"

The disciples of Changsheng Hall were immediately invigorated and charged into the depths of the swamp with roars.

Seeing this, the members of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect and the Joyful Union Sect could not suppress their greed and quickened their pace.

Lady Sanmiao did not follow immediately. Her charming eyes narrowed slightly as she looked towards a certain direction deep in the swamp, where... there seemed to be several blurry figures moving quickly.
Deep within the Death Swamp, the miasma was thin. Several squads of Eastern Depot guards moved swiftly and precisely through the muddy swamp and dense jungle, searching for every plant that exuded spiritual energy.

They were highly trained and worked in perfect harmony, like the most precise machines.

Suddenly, one of the guards on guard duty stopped abruptly, his ears twitched, and his eyes sharpened instantly!
He clearly caught the faint yet chaotic footsteps and whispers coming from afar, which were definitely not from his companions!
"Enemy attack! From the northwest!"

Without hesitation, he shouted a loud warning!

At the same time, he sprang up and instantly fired the poisoned crossbow in his hand!
Three streaks of dark light tore through the air and shot straight toward the bushes where the sound was coming from!

"Pfft! Pfft! Ah—!"

Several muffled thuds and screams came from behind the bushes! Clearly, someone had been hit!

"who?!"

"court death!"

A shout of anger and frustration rang out!
Dozens of figures suddenly sprang out from behind bushes, treetops, and mud! They were the disciples of the three sects of the Demonic Cult who had come in pursuit!
They were mostly dressed in strange clothes, exuding a cold or seductive aura, and holding all sorts of unusual weapons or magical artifacts.

The Eastern Depot's guards reacted extremely quickly! The moment the warning sounded, everyone was instantly on high alert!
They were not good at long-range attacks, but were more skilled in close combat! Like cheetahs pouncing on their prey, dozens of inner guards launched their attack simultaneously, their figures as fast as lightning, rushing straight towards the demonic sect members! Blades flashed, fists whistled, and in an instant, they were locked in a fierce battle with the demonic sect disciples charging at the forefront!
"what!"

"my leg!"

Screams rang out one after another! Although the disciples of the Demonic Sect were not weak, most of them were used to fighting from a distance with magic weapons and spells. They had never seen such fierce and coordinated close combat before. Caught off guard, more than a dozen people fell down with screams, some with their throats slit by sharp blades, and others with their sternums shattered by heavy punches!

"Damn it! Create some distance!"

Upon seeing this, Yu Yangzi's eyes widened in fury, and he roared fiercely!

The disciples of the demonic sect seemed to awaken from a dream, and they all activated their magic power and retreated rapidly!

At the same time, streaks of light flew out from their hands!
Flying swords, poison banners, soul-capturing bells, soul-hooking ropes... all sorts of magical treasures, carrying sharp winds, sinister auras, and bewitching demonic sounds, rained down on the Eastern Depot's inner guards!
"retreat!"

Upon seeing this, the head of the Eastern Depot's inner guards gave the order without hesitation!
They knew that their advantage lay in close-quarters combat and that facing a barrage of magical weapons would be tantamount to suicide!

All the guards instantly stopped their stance and retreated rapidly! Their movements were perfectly synchronized, without the slightest hesitation!
At the same time, the leaders let out another sharp howl to warn their companions who were searching further away!

"Trying to run? Chase after me!"

A cold glint flashed in the Poison God's eyes, and with a flick of his snake-headed cane, a cloud of dark green poisonous mist billowed out!
Lady Sanmiao lightly raised her jade-like hand, and several pink silk ribbons wrapped around the retreating guards!
Yu Yangzi directly summoned a blood-red flying sword, which, with a piercing sound of air being torn apart, went straight for the back of the inner guard leader!

puff!puff!
Several guards who were slightly slower to retreat were instantly corroded by the poisonous mist, entangled and strangled by the ribbons, and pierced by the flying swords! The screams came to an abrupt halt!

"Retreat into the main formation!"

The leader of the inner guards was furious, but dared not stop. He led the remaining troops and ran as fast as he could towards the island covered by the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Formation!
Seeing their opponents retreat, the members of the Demonic Sect were greatly encouraged and took to the air on their magical weapons, giving chase!
Along the way, they saw strange flowers and herbs in the swamp that emitted spiritual light, and they picked them without any hesitation, stuffed them into their mouths and chewed them, feeling the spiritual power growing in their bodies, and letting out greedy laughter.

"Haha! What a wonderful baby!"

"Quick! Catch up with them! There must be more ahead!"

The central island of the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends Formation.

Ying Xuan stood atop the peak, his divine sense already covering the entire Death Swamp.

When he saw the Eastern Depot's inner guards attacked, several of his men killed, and the Demonic Sect pursuing them, even wasting spiritual herbs along the way, a cold rage instantly ignited in his calm eyes!

"court death!"

A deep, angry roar, like a chilling wind from the depths of hell, instantly froze the entire space!
He raised his hand and grabbed at the hundreds of demonic cult members who were chasing after him!
Space instantly warped!

Poison God, Lady Sanmiao, Yuyangzi, and their hundreds of disciples felt a blur before their eyes as an irresistible and terrifying force descended upon them!
Before they could even react, they vanished from their spot like ants caught in the grip of an invisible giant hand!
The next moment, they appeared atop the highest mountain in the center of the island! Right in front of Ying Xuan!

"Puff! Puff!"

Hundreds of people crashed heavily onto the hard rocky ground!

An invisible force instantly locked down their entire body's energy! Their magic was sealed, their meridians were blocked, and they couldn't even move a finger!

All they could do was stare in terror at the figure before them!

"Senior...Senior, spare your life!"

Madam Sanmiao was the first to react. She suppressed her fear, her voice trembling with sobs, and knelt on the ground.

"We juniors were unaware that this was your place of seclusion and cultivation, and we have mistakenly entered this place. We deserve to die! We beg you, senior, to have mercy and spare our lives!"

"Senior, spare your life!"

Yu Yangzi also realized what was happening and quickly knelt down to kowtow, his forehead hitting the rock with a loud thud.

The Poison God's face was deathly pale, his lips trembled, and he tried to say something but couldn't make a sound.

Ying Xuan remained expressionless, his cold gaze sweeping over the group of demonic cult members who were like lambs to the slaughter.

He didn't speak, but a thought flickered in his mind.

The Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends Formation is activated once again!

This time, what surged forth was no longer the power of stars or the life force of wood, but rather the turbid, complex power of incense offerings, containing the chaotic thoughts, desires, fears, and prayers of countless living beings!

This force, like a muddy mudslide, instantly submerged hundreds of people on the mountaintop!

"what--!"

"no, do not want!"

"My head...it hurts so much!"

A piercing scream instantly echoed across the mountaintop! For those whose mental cultivation is insufficient, the distracting thoughts of incense offerings are like the most potent poison!
Countless chaotic thoughts, twisted emotions, and insane desires pierced their consciousness!
Most of the demonic sect disciples instantly contorted their expressions, some clutching their heads and roaring, others staring blankly with saliva dripping from their mouths, as if they had gone mad!
Only a few with profound cultivation and unwavering will, such as the Poison God, Yu Yangzi, and Lady Sanmiao, could barely maintain their clarity of mind. They sat cross-legged, their faces pale, their bodies trembling, and they exerted all their strength to circulate their cultivation techniques to resist the pervasive erosion of distracting thoughts, with large beads of sweat constantly rolling down their faces.

Biyao stood beside Ying Xuan, watching this scene with cold eyes.

As her gaze swept across the crowd, it suddenly landed on a figure in the corner. It was a beautiful young girl in a pink dress, none other than Jin Ping'er, the rising star of the Hehuan Sect!

To Biyao's surprise, although Jin Ping'er was also sitting cross-legged with a pale face, her eyes were unusually clear, even showing... curiosity?
A faint pink halo emanated from her, which actually kept out the surging incense-related distractions, and she seemed to be largely unaffected!

"is her?"

Biyao's heart stirred. She remembered this Jin Ping'er; she was exceptionally intelligent and outstanding among the younger generation of the Hehuan Sect.

Who would have thought that her will was so strong?
How could she possibly withstand the distracting thoughts and incense offerings that even her master, Madam Sanmiao, found difficult to bear? (End of Chapter)