Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 404 If you never come back, then you never come back!
"Your Highness, Zhong Yuan and the others are about to go to Qingtianzhou to participate in the trial. Please give them some instructions." Zhao Wenhua glanced around and spoke with a smile.

The Zhong Yuan he was talking about was the one with the strongest cultivation and the greatest potential among the elites participating in the spring hunt under the command of the Fifth Prince.

Hearing Zhao Wenhua's words, Zhong Yuan, who was wearing black soft armor with dark patterns and a black iron hair crown, took a step forward and bowed with his fists.

His cultivation has reached the late stage of the Xiantian realm, his martial arts skills are quite good, and the family behind him is the Zhong family of the imperial city.

Several elders of the Zhong family served in the Imperial Guard, and their family had military honors for generations.

Behind Zhong Yuan, the others looked at each other, then stepped forward and either bowed, clasped their fists, or saluted.

Among these people were students of Confucianism and Taoism, martial arts masters, and two who exuded a faint immortal aura.

The fifth prince stood up with a smile on his face.

"Zhong Yuan, Yu Rentuo, you are both elites with unlimited potential in the future. This time, the Spring Hunt must be yours—"

"Cough cough..."

Zhao Wenhua on the side coughed lightly, interrupting the Fifth Prince's words.

future?

In the lobby, everyone's eyes were bright.

Zhong Yuan and the young man in Confucian robes beside him both looked up.

Before they entered the "Demon Sky Map", the Fifth Prince said that the place of trial was Qingtian Continent.

When you enter the picture and sense it, the scene of surging demonic energy and the collision of the mighty forces of Confucianism and Taoism is really the Qingtian Continent.

If the Fifth Prince did not receive secret information, then it was that when the Fifth Prince glimpsed the future, he saw some information about the Spring Hunt!
This is unimaginable!
The Fifth Prince's expression remained calm. He waved his hand and said calmly, "We are all family. I don't think today's events will be spread outside."

Everyone in the hall bowed hurriedly.

"Your Highness, rest assured. Not a single word of what we said today can be spread outside."

"That's right. If anyone dares to say anything, I will not let him go."

"Your Highness treats us as his confidants, and we will repay you with our lives."

There are not many opportunities to express loyalty, so those who can speak at this time will naturally speak in a loud voice.

Some people's faces flushed and their fists clenched, while others had tears in their eyes, as if they were about to cry.

The fifth prince nodded with satisfaction and looked at Zhao Wenhua beside him. Zhao Wenhua chuckled.

"Shopkeeper Hu, is your Changyun Trading Company willing to sponsor these elites to go to Qingtian Continent to acquire weapons, armor, and Confucian treasures?"

Zhao Wenhua's voice rang out.

A middle-aged man with a short beard and wearing a dark green brocade robe stepped forward and bowed to the Fifth Prince with a smile. "Your Highness, Changyun Trading Company is willing to provide weapons and Confucian treasures worth 100,000 taels of gold to assist these elites in their Spring Hunting Trials in Qingtian Continent."

Hearing that a business was sponsoring the treasure, all the elites smiled.

Although most of them are wealthy, why not take advantage of the free benefits?
It is said that Yuyuan Trading Company invested a huge amount of money and donated a large number of treasures. Among them, several elite geniuses were covered with treasures, which was enviable.

In the lobby, several of the Fifth Prince's confidants also had smiles on their faces.

The Hu family behind Changyun Trading Company is a wealthy merchant family in the imperial city.

It is a good sign that such a merchant is attached to the Fifth Prince.

"They won't take the treasures of Changyun Commercial Bank for free. When the time comes, Manager Hu, you can make a list and let them collect them on Qingtian Island."

The fifth prince glanced at Shopkeeper Hu, his gaze fell on Zhong Yuan and others, his eyes revealing a deep look.

"Your trials on Qingtian Continent are only the beginning of your rise."

"But I need you to do something."

The Fifth Prince's expression was solemn, and everyone bowed with their fists clasped.

"I don't want the people under the First Prince to come back alive."

……

Imperial City, the eldest prince’s palace.

Watching the elites who participated in the Spring Hunt leave, a scholar standing nearby whispered, "Your Highness, is it really not necessary to arrange for them to fight against the Fifth Prince's men on Qingtian Continent?"

The eldest prince shook his head.

The scholar looked up at the eldest prince, pondered for a moment, took a deep breath, and lowered his voice: "Your Highness, since the Fifth Prince obtained the Eye of Samsara, he has become more and more arrogant. Those who follow him in the imperial city are talking about him a lot. This matter..."

"Then let them depend on you and let them talk." The eldest prince looked calm and turned to walk towards the front of the corridor.

"Anyone can go if they want to."

The eldest prince's voice made the scholar's expression change.

It is precisely because many of the eldest prince's subordinates have changed their minds recently that he has this worry.

Those close to the Crown Prince were already uneasy, let alone those outsiders? Didn't the Crown Prince know that once the wildfire spread, it could shake the situation?

The eldest prince walked through the corridor with a calm expression.

Of course he cares.

He was also anxious about this matter and was so restless that he couldn't sleep at night.

But he is at peace now.

Thirteen imperial water beads, thirty-two pounds of moon cinnabar, these treasures worth tens of millions of taels of gold were sold to Yuyuan Trading Company at a discount of thirty thousand taels in exchange for a word in the Spring Mountain Picture.

Fake.

enough.

With this one word, the eldest prince can sleep peacefully.

When the eldest prince saw the words on the page of the book on the long desk in the Spring Mountain Painting, he wanted to laugh out loud.

Everything the Fifth Prince did was just an act.

He can deceive the whole world.

But I can't lie to my father.

And the most important thing is, what can be done even if everyone in the world believes in him?

It was the Emperor of Qin who decided who would own that position.

The eldest prince, who knew the result, now watched the fifth prince's performance from the sidelines and felt more and more relaxed.

"Prepare the carriage. I want to go to the clan residence to listen to Princess Fengming's history lecture."

The eldest prince, who was looking for some scrolls in the study, walked out quickly.

Normally, Zhao Yu would go to listen to his aunt's classes, and at the same time take some scrolls to communicate with others and observe and comprehend.

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Green peaks and emerald shadows are surrounded by blue clouds, and sword light and thunder reach the sky.

Three hundred miles in front of Qingyun Mountain, you can see sword lights and rolling thunderclouds covering the mountains for thousands of miles.

Zhang Yuan stood in front of the gurgling river, his aura was calm and his expression became increasingly peaceful.

In contrast to him was Xun Lin, whose aura was surging, and whose qi, blood, true essence and evil power were almost unsuppressible.

Qingyun Mountain is ahead.

Sword immortals gather at Qingyun Immortal Sect.

In the hearts of sword practitioners on Qingtian Continent, Qingyun Immortal Sect is a holy place.

In the past and now, Xun Lin always felt that Qingyun Mountain was a holy place of swordsmanship.

"Brother Zhang, do you really want to go?"

Xun Lin whispered softly.

He was afraid that Zhang Yuan would be defeated at the foot of Qingyun Mountain.

He was also afraid that Zhang Yuansheng was at the foot of Qingyun Mountain.

Zhang Yuan’s defeat was a great loss to the Confucianism of Qingtianzhou.

Zhang Yuansheng, the swordsman of Qingtianzhou, the holy land fell from the altar.

Looking at Zhang Yuan, Xun Lin's expression was complicated.

"Why not go?"

Zhang Yuan looked at the flowing water in front of him. The sound was calm, like an ancient well without any ripples.

"I've come this far, how can I not go?"

Xun Lin opened his mouth, was silent for a moment, and then whispered: "If I leave and never come back..."

Zhang Yuan laughed loudly, took a step forward, and stepped on the waves of the river.

"If you never come back."

"Then go and never come back!"

"boom--"

As Zhang Yuan's voice fell, the water in the river instantly surged!
(End of this chapter)