Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

Chapter 229 Saving the World is a Good Business
"What did my good sister give you to make you help her like this?"

Lian Qixia's eyes showed some unconvinced. Since the day Lian Hongying was born, she had wanted to surpass her biological sister in everything.

Whether it's the throne or learning martial arts, she wants to win them all.

Only in this way could Lian Qixia prove to her mother that she was stronger than Lian Hongying.

At the moment, her thoughts were also on Ye Qingzhou: "As I said before, what Lian Hongying can give you, I can also give you."

"King Yao, as long as you ascend to the throne, the Luanfeng Twin Swords will be at your fingertips. You actually don't lack magical weapons."

Ye Qingzhou found a reason to decline.

"Humph~"

Lian Qixia glared at Ye Qingzhou with anger in her beautiful eyes, but did not continue to force him.

After all, there is a long way to go, and forging a magic weapon is by no means an easy task, and the probability of failure is even very high, so Lian Qixia does not think that Ye Qingzhou has such ability now.

But Ye Qingzhou, who inherited the legacy of Emperor Yan, had obviously been regarded by Lian Qixia as a person worth winning over. She even felt that it would not be a bad idea for her to choose such a royal husband.

The Divine Sword Festival begins, and Lord Renkaori personally presides over the ceremony.

Today, she is wearing a purple-red battle robe. When she walks, the golden-green armor shines brightly under the sunlight, like a golden-winged divine bird spreading its wings and flying high, showing her gorgeous and powerful posture.

Although the Rakshasa Women's Kingdom is one where women are respected, it does not survive by entertaining people with beauty or political marriages.

On the contrary, the Rakshasa Women's Kingdom is a martial arts-oriented country that follows the path of developing by war.

Even though there are many social injustices and chaos in the country, we are still a fighting nation at heart, and the people admire the strong very much.

Especially the people in the royal capital, all of them are proud of their queen.

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

Amid the roar of thunder and sea, Lian Huozhi, wearing golden-winged feather armor, walked with graceful steps onto the knife-offing platform in the center of the arena.

She simply drew out the national magic weapons from her waist. The moment the two swords came out of their sheaths, the sky and the earth changed color, and two clear and melodious sounds of phoenixes singing in harmony rang in everyone's ears.

As the two swords were inserted into the altar, the vast dragon energy of the earth veins beneath the royal capital instantly resonated with the divine weapons.

This dragon vein connects to the center of the blue planet and penetrates more than 6,000 kilometers underground. The evil fire that spews out at this time has a temperature of nearly 7,000 degrees. The surging high-temperature fire instantly ignites the entire altar into a huge torch.

The altar was connected to the thirty-two forges in the arena, and blazing flames were burning, heralding the official start of the Divine Sword Festival.

"Under the witness of the gods, please show your skills and spread the name of our Rakshasa Women's Kingdom."

Lian Huozhi waved his hand and announced the start of the competition.

The Rakshasa Women's Kingdom was not only founded on war, but was also good at smelting, casting and selling weapons.

Although it is impossible to forge divine weapons without the technique of joint forging between heaven and man, the top-quality and best-quality weapons that are forged are still very popular.

In particular, it is famous and highly respected for its high-quality iron produced in abundance among the Eight Hundred Kingdoms.

At this moment, Ye Qingzhou felt the scorching heat of the fire and was very shocked.

You should know that in the steel mills on Blue Star, the maximum temperature of the electric furnace is generally around 1,800 degrees. High temperature is crucial for the smelting of steel, and even directly affects the efficiency and quality of the steelmaking process.

In a sense, the higher the temperature, the better the quality of the steel produced.

The steelmaking temperature on Blue Star can reach up to 4,000 degrees, and the temperature in the arc zone of Dongji's electric arc furnace can reach up to 6,000 degrees.

Although the Rakshasi Women's Kingdom does not have electric arc furnaces and electric slag remelting technology, it can use the power of magic weapons to attract the evil fire in the earth's core and increase the smelting temperature to seven thousand degrees in one fell swoop!
This is really the case where you have technology and I have supernatural powers.

It is not certain whose technology is more advanced.

The Divine Sword Festival began, and many participating blacksmiths took their positions and began to process the metal materials in their hands around the forge.

Ye Qingzhou stood with his hands behind his back, not in a hurry to take action. He stood on the field, his golden eyes constantly scanning over the other players.

In his sight, every contestant had silk threads of different shades on their heads.

These silk threads are the manifestation of destiny, indicating that the craftsmen of the Rakshasa tribe are closely connected with the destiny of the Rakshasa Women's Kingdom.

One glory and one glory.

There were only two people without any threads on their heads.

One is Ye Qingzhou himself. He cut off his own soul three days ago and severed the connection with the destiny of the Rakshasa clan.

The other one was an old blacksmith wearing a black robe.

He was blind in one eye, had a broken hand, a lame foot, and even half of his face was burned and disfigured. He was old, ugly, and disabled, but he survived with a strong will and even learned something, mastering the superb casting technique.

No one knows the name of this old blacksmith. Everyone calls him the Sanque Craftsman, one of the six most famous "natural craftsmen" in the royal capital.

It is rumored that he was born with a disability and was adopted by a childless couple. His adoptive father was a blacksmith who forged swords for the royal family for generations.

When he grew up, he inherited his adoptive father's legacy.

Ye Qingzhou noticed that there was something wrong with the aura of the Three-Que Artisan: "Even my divine eyes that have been transformed by the Fiery Sun and Sky Fire can't see through the mist of luck on you?"

Whether it is the Rakshasa Women's Kingdom, or its martial gods such as Lian Hongying and Lian Qixia, or even the fortune and future of its lord Lian Huozhi, he can get a glimpse of it.

But the craftsman with three flaws in front of him was like a black hole. No matter how Ye Qingzhou's divine eyes observed him, he could not see through the trajectory of his fate. It was as if all the secrets were blocked by a layer of hazy fog.

"It's weird!"

Ye Qingzhou instinctively felt a chill down his spine: "There must be a higher-level being behind this, obscuring the secrets and making it impossible for me to observe the trajectory of this person's fate, so I can't see through it."

It is unbelievable that such a method can conceal the secrets of heaven.

Just as Ye Qingzhou was thinking, something unexpected happened on the field!

The three-missing craftsman left his competition seat and limped towards the altar. His ugly face covered with scars looked even more hideous at this moment.

Four guards in golden armor stepped forward to stop them, holding long swords and looking alert.

"what are you doing?"

The three craftsmen ignored their scolding and continued to move closer step by step.

"Ignorant person!"

"How dare you offend the king!"

The golden-armored guards became furious upon seeing this and immediately swung their swords at the three craftsmen. They all had the strength of a master of Earthly Evil, and with one strike of their swords, they could attract the Fire Evil at the center of the earth, with the power to burn all things.

However, the craftsman Sanque did not dodge or evade. Instead, a powerful aura suddenly burst out from his body, shocking all the attacking golden-armored guards so much that they vomited blood and flew back.

Vicious.

Resentment.

maltreat.

The aura emanating from the Sanque craftsman at this moment was like that of the king of evil spirits from hell. Even his originally blind right eye suddenly lit up with a ball of scarlet flame in the empty eye socket.

Lianhuo Zhifeng narrowed her eyes slightly, alarm bells rang in her heart, and she instinctively felt an unprecedented threat from the man in front of her.

"Who are you?"

"Lian Huo Zhi, it's normal that you don't recognize me. After all, when you were still in your mother's womb, I almost died at the hands of your father."

The craftsman Sanque opened his mouth, revealing his sharp steel teeth, and gave a creepy smile: "In terms of seniority, you should call me brother Wang."

"Brother Wang? Wait! Are you... Lian Huoqi?"

Lian Huozhi suddenly remembered the brother who only appeared in her memories: "Aren't you dead?"

"Of course you hope I'm dead, but God has destined me not to die, and I have survived until today just to wait for a chance to take revenge."

The Three-Que Artisan was filled with hatred, and a murderous intent emanated from him: "Back then, I was the best martial artist in the royal family, and I even had the hope of becoming the first male king of the Rakshasa Women's Kingdom. But it was precisely because of this that I was brought to justice, and the mastermind behind this was your father!"

The struggle for royal power has always been bloody, cruel, ruthless and unrighteous.

Lian Huoqi was once the prince of Luosha. He was extremely talented and even had the ability to improve the royal national magic skill "Shen Tian Liezhan" that has been preserved to this day, so that the men in the royal family can also deeply tap the potential of their own bloodline and have the opportunity to practice to the realm of martial gods.

Once successful, Lian Huoqi will not only become the first male monarch in the history of the Rakshasa Women's Kingdom, but from then on, the Rakshasa Women's Kingdom will no longer be dominated by women.

From a national perspective, this is beneficial to the Rakshasa Women's Kingdom. After all, only women can practice the original national magic skills to the level of great success and perfection.

And after Lian Huoqi's improvements, it means that men can also push the national magic skills to the highest level, and thus have the hope of ascending to heaven and becoming gods.

In this way, the number of martial god-level masters might be doubled. However, this would be beneficial to the country, but not necessarily to certain vested interests.

That's why Lianhuoqi was attacked on his way to the State of Yu.

Although nothing was found out in the end, there is no wall that is impenetrable. If you don't want others to know, you'd better not do it.

With the help of someone who was interested, Lian Huoqi already knew that his father and several great nobles were all involved in the attack on him.

In order to consolidate their power, the vested interests even went so far as to murder a prince, and this matter was even condoned to some extent by the royal family.

In the end, only Lian Huoqi became a victim of the struggle for royal power and he "died".

The only one who survived now was an evil ghost named Sanque Craftsman.

When the prince's identity was revealed, the whole audience was in an uproar. Everyone was stunned by the scene before them. No one expected that this year's Divine Sword Festival would be so exciting.

Suddenly, the scene became chaotic.

Even the contestants on the field are now trembling with fear, fearing that they will be implicated and involved. How can they concentrate on competing?
"You want revenge?"

Lian Huozhi stood on the altar, her eyes dimmed and she looked a little depressed.

Although she was not responsible for this incident, she did seize the throne from the Sanque craftsman by extremely dishonorable means.

So facing this former brother in front of her, she felt guilty: "The royal family really let you down for what happened back then. If you want to make it up to me..."

"Compensation? Now, I only want your lives to be paid!"

The three-missing craftsman let out a hysterical laugh, and in his eyes there was only a crazy murderous intent.

Lian Huozhi couldn't help but sigh when she saw this: "It seems that your reason has been clouded by hatred. For the safety of the Rakshasa Women's Kingdom, we can't keep you here."

Although he felt guilty, Lian Huozhi was now the king of a country and the safety of the country was related to him. He would never allow himself to be killed.

At this moment, she already had murderous intent in her heart.

For the stability of the Rakshasa Women's Kingdom, she had to get rid of the hidden danger of the three missing craftsmen.

"ridiculous!"

The craftsman Sanque lifted up his black robe, revealing a broken sword hanging at his waist.

This sword was just like its owner, broken and incomplete, with mottled red rust all over. However, in Ye Qingzhou's eyes, the sword that was broken in half exuded a terrifying aura of death.

This is a sharp sword that can bring death!

In other words, this broken sword itself is death!

"The sword of truth?"

Ye Qingzhou was shocked. Unlike the death and annihilation contained in the Emperor Sword Long Yuan, the death contained in the broken sword before him was more inclined to destruction and devastation, as well as endless killing.

The craftsman Sanque held the hilt of the sword and roared angrily: "The Rakshasa Women's Kingdom you mentioned has long been dead. The so-called inheritance over the past thousands of years is nothing more than the process of corpse rotting. Now, let you, the high and mighty king, experience the anger of the people!"

"Take my sword!"

Destroy the Tao and destroy the law, draw the sword and cut the sky.

The three-missing craftsman held up the broken sword and used himself as firewood, stirring up the resentment and anger of the lower-class people of the Rakshasa Women's Kingdom for thousands of years, and gathered them into a sword that could kill immortals, destroy gods, and split the sky and the earth.

For thousands of years, the royal family has been unjust, the nobles have been cruel, and the class stratification brought about by the prosperity of martial arts has made the people of the Rakshasa Women's Kingdom suffer unbearably.

Their resentment is accumulating.

Their anger is building.

Every failed uprising adds new blood debt.

Now, this overwhelming resentment and anger, being aroused by the three-part craftsman, instantly turned into a torrent of overwhelming power, its force unmatched.

"Heaven-slashing sword technique!?"

Lianhuozhi was surprised for a moment, and wanted to pull out the Luanfeng double swords from the altar to block the three-que craftsman's shocking attack, but the sword of the sky was used to kill the enemy the moment it was drawn.

She had no time to react!

puff~
Even at the level of a Martial God, it was difficult to resist the destruction of the Way of Death. The moment the sword was woven into the fire, the power of the Great Dao in her body immediately collapsed, and the fire of her life and the light of her soul were extinguished, and she was swallowed up by death.

"Hahaha!"

The three-missing craftsman laughed loudly towards the sky, and his flesh and blood began to collapse.

With the cultivation level of a Martial Saint and a crippled body, he forced himself to activate the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique. Even though he could kill a Martial God of the Tenth Level, he would have to pay the price with his life for it, burning his lifespan and vitality, exchanging one life for another!
In the end, the three missing craftsmen's body completely dissolved and turned into a pool of blood and flesh.

It took a long time for the people around to react.

"The king... the king is dead!"

"The ruler of the country is invincible, how could he die?"

"Escort!"

"Go and get the imperial physician!"

The accompanying guards rushed forward in a hurry. After checking Lian Huozhi's pulse, they were immediately distraught: "The king has passed away!"

"Mother!"

Lian Hongying stepped forward and hugged Lian Huozhi: "This is impossible! Why is this happening?"

At this time, the rusty broken sword had already turned into smoke and dust and drifted away in the wind because it could not withstand the power of the Way of Death. Only Lian Huozhi's cold corpse and the hideous sword mark on his chest were left.

"Get out of my way!"

Lian Qixia shook off the guards outside, rushed to Lian Hongying, slapped her away with a palm, then forcefully hugged Lian Huzhi in her arms and took out the Holy Phoenix Nirvana Pill that she had prepared long ago.

"What are you doing?"

Lian Hongying stepped forward angrily and questioned.

Although he was angry, he did not choose to take action.

Lian Qixia glanced at the terrible scar on her mother's chest. Although she had been mentally prepared, she still felt a little regretful at this moment, and even a little annoyed. She was even more unhappy when facing Lian Hongying's questioning: "Get out of the way, you useless bastard, don't delay me from saving my mother."

She just squeezed hard with her fingertips, and the Holy Phoenix Nirvana Pill was crushed immediately. Under the guidance of Lian Qixia's divine power, the medicinal power flowed into Lian Huzhi's body.

It was as if a dead tree had sprouted new buds, and the extinguished fire of life was instantly rekindled at this moment, and even the destroyed soul was revived.

"Cough cough~"

Lian Huozhi coughed up two mouthfuls of black blood and woke up slowly. She felt dizzy and weak all over. With the help of Lian Qixia, she finally stood up again.

"How do you feel, mother?"

"I, am not dead?"

Renhuozhi showed an expression of disbelief.

He was hit by the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique, yet he was still able to survive.

Even so, she soon felt weak. Although the Holy Phoenix Nirvana Pill could bring her back to life, the remaining death and people's resentment still occupied her body and even her soul in the bedroom.

It will take at least three to five years to recover.

The king nearly died, so the Divine Sword Ceremony could not go on. Even the entire capital was in a panic, fearing that they would be caught up in this turmoil.

That night, King Lian Huozhi passed the throne to his eldest daughter Lian Qixia, and she devoted herself to her self-cultivation.

Lian Qixia ascended the throne overnight and immediately dispatched troops to blockade the royal city. He began to investigate the matter, wanting to find the culprit behind the incident and make an example of him.

At the same time, Lian Qixia openly summoned Ye Qingzhou to the palace for an audience.

Ye Qingzhou raised his head and peeked in the direction of the palace. In his eyes, the Garuda bird that was attending class in the royal capital was different. Although it was a little weaker than before, it no longer looked defeated.

At the same time, an invisible ray of light shot out from the eyes of the Garuda bird and fell on Ye Qingzhou.

"Heaven's favor? Is this considered a mission reward?"

Ye Qingzhou carefully felt the changes in his body and immediately found that this gift was very pure, not the previous "loan" that needed to be repaid. He immediately nodded with satisfaction: "It turns out that saving the world has this benefit. No wonder so many people want to be saviors."

Under the observation of the divine eye, Ye Qingzhou discovered that his luck was so strong that it was even comparable to that of Lian Hongying. It was similar to the golden light of merit. Although it could not be seen or touched, it had infinite uses.

(End of this chapter)