Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

"How can you be so unreasonable? You just hit me like that!"

Xia Ruoling muttered something.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes and gracefully floated back three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

boom!

The sledgehammer slammed down on the bluestone slab where Xia Ruoling had just been standing.

The ground trembled violently, and a crater half a meter deep instantly formed, with debris flying in all directions like bullets.

"You run pretty fast!"

Xia Man'er, seizing the opportunity, charged forward again, dragging her sledgehammer.

The sledgehammer swung in a semi-circle in the air, sweeping across Xia Ruoling's waist.

"Hmph, you really think I'm afraid of you!"

Xia Ruoling gave a soft snort and flicked her wrist.

His cultivation at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage suddenly erupted.

The Mingxin Sword emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, and a dazzling white light burst forth from its blade.

Xia Ruoling did not take the blow head-on. Instead, relying on the accurate prediction of the Clear Sword Heart, she struck the point of force on the side of the hammer with her sword.

Ding!

A crisp sound of metal clashing.

Xia Man'er felt a continuous, subtle force surging along the hammer handle, and the originally violent power was easily dissipated by this sword strike.

The sledgehammer's trajectory was forced off course, grazing Xia Ruoling's skirt as it crashed into the koi pond beside her.

Water splashed high into the air, and several unlucky koi were jolted and turned belly up.

"Your hammer is no good; it doesn't even have a trace of spirit."

Xia Ruoling stood by the pool, pointing at the landscape with the Mingxin Sword in her hand.

"His Majesty said that weapons without spiritual energy are just scrap metal and cannot defeat my top-grade flying sword."

Xia Man'er was so angry she was practically fuming.

Was this woman mocking her?

"Stop talking nonsense! Let's try again!"

Xia Man'er pulled the sledgehammer from the pool and, like an enraged little female leopard, launched another fierce attack.

For a time, the Imperial Garden was filled with constant roaring sounds.

Xia Man'er unleashed her innate superhuman strength to the fullest, wielding the hammer with impenetrable force. Wherever it passed, artificial mountains collapsed and flowers and trees broke.

But Xia Ruoling was like a white butterfly fluttering in the air.

She moved with incredible agility, her feet moving with agility. The Mingxin Sword in her hand continuously unleashed streaks of white sword energy.

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The sword energy struck the wrought iron hammer, sending up a series of dazzling sparks.

Although Xia Man'er possessed immense strength, her mortal body was ultimately no match for the true essence of a cultivator.

Gradually, Xia Man'er's breathing became rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Her tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, and Xia Ruoling's sword energy had cleaved more than a dozen deep gashes into the hammerhead.

"I'm not fighting anymore!"

Xia Ruoling suddenly sheathed her sword and stepped back, frowning as she looked at Xia Man'er.

"You're too strong; it's hurting my wrist. If you keep hitting me and I get hurt, His Majesty will definitely cut my spirit stone commission."

In Xia Ruoling's eyes, fighting is nothing compared to earning spirit stones.

"Who do you think you are!"

Xia Man'er's eyes were red. She knew that Xia Ruoling was letting her win, but her competitive spirit was completely ignited.

She suddenly raised the sledgehammer above her head, her muscles tensing, ready to unleash her ultimate move.

Just then.

A cold voice came from the entrance of the Imperial Garden.

"Seventh Sister, why waste words with her? Just freeze her!"

Xia Qinghan, dressed in a light blue dress, stepped into the Imperial Garden.

She held the Winter Sword, which exuded an aura of extreme cold, in her hand, and her beautiful face revealed a coldness that kept people at a distance.

Behind Xia Qinghan followed Mu Wanrong, who swayed her waist like a water snake, and Ye Meier, who wore a black silk skirt and had a look of amusement on her face.

The new imperial harem's cultivation team has arrived.

"Ninth Sister, don't do anything rash! She is His Majesty's first wife!"

Xia Ruoling quickly stopped Xia Qinghan.

"So what if I'm the first wife? I'm still the Ninth Princess!"

"Now that you've entered this palace, you have to prove yourself with your strength! You don't even have spiritual energy, yet you dare to shout and yell in the harem?"

Upon hearing that it was the original wife, Xia Qinghan felt a pang of jealousy.

She snorted coldly, looking at Xia Man'er with a defiant gaze.

"Who are you calling unworthy?!"

A fierce shout came from behind the archway, followed by a sharp, blood-red sword aura that swept across, forcefully pushing Xia Qinghan back dozens of steps.

Qin Ruxue, dressed in a striking red outfit, strode in with a confident and spirited air.

She held the Lianhua Sword upside down in her hand, her brows furrowed with the fierce, battle-hardened aura of a seasoned warrior.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Yiyi, Gu Ling'er, Gu Meng'er and others also arrived.

The wives of the Prince of Zhenbei's main wives were all present.

Two groups of people faced off across the ruins of the Imperial Garden.

The smell of gunpowder in the air instantly became extremely strong.

On one side is a rising star in the cultivation world, possessing unparalleled physique and wielding a top-grade flying sword.

On one side is Lin Mo's original wife, a meritorious official who accompanied him from humble beginnings to rise to power and control the military, political, and financial affairs of the Great Qian Dynasty.

The first clash between the old and new factions of the imperial harem officially began at this moment.

Qin Ruxue walked to Xia Man'er's side, glanced at the large hammer in her hand that was full of chips, and her eyes instantly turned cold.

"Are you alright?" Qin Ruxue asked.

"Sister Ruxue, I'm fine. It's just that this girl's sword energy is very strange; she's strong but useless."

Xia Man'er gritted her teeth, her face full of resentment.

Qin Ruxue nodded, raised her head, and swept her gaze across Xia Qinghan and the others opposite her with a sharp, piercing look.

"The Ninth Princess?"

Qin Ruxue gave a cold laugh.

"What? The country is already lost, yet you're still putting on airs like royalty in the Great Qian's harem?"

"How dare you!"

Xia Qinghan's eyes turned cold, and the Frostwinter Sword in her hand instantly erupted with a bone-chilling cold.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, and a layer of white frost quickly formed on the ground.

"You're the one who's being insolent!"

Qin Ruxue was not afraid at all, and drew the Lianhua sword with a clang.

Although she has no cultivation level, her martial arts skills have reached the pinnacle.

Coupled with the murderous aura he had accumulated from years of leading troops in battle, his imposing presence was in no way inferior to that of the Foundation Establishment cultivators on the other side.

"Oh dear, why are you so angry?"

Mu Wanrong covered her mouth and giggled, looking at Qin Ruxue with seductive eyes.

"I've long heard that General Qin is a master at leading troops into battle, but the rules of the inner palace are all about who can win His Majesty's favor."

"You mortals are hardly fit to serve His Majesty's divine body."

Mu Wanrong's words were barbed and pointed, directly hitting the sore spots of the original wives' group.

Liu Yiyi fiddled with the abacus in her hand and snorted coldly.

"Winning favor? I manage the treasury of the Great Qian Dynasty, and Sister Ruxue trained the million-strong army. What can you lot do besides lie in bed?"

"You're asking for it!"

Ye Meier's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and her demonic energy at the Golden Core stage instantly burst forth from her body.

The dark red Soul-Slaying Sword emitted a mournful demonic howl.

The two sides are on the verge of war, and a major battle could break out at any moment.

At this critical moment.

boom!

A terrifying, dark golden pressure descended from the sky like a massive tsunami, slamming heavily into the very center of the Imperial Garden.

The violent surge of true energy instantly pushed the two sides apart.

The flying swords of Xia Qinghan and the others were suppressed by this oppressive force, emitting mournful cries, and the light on the swords instantly dimmed.

Lin Mo stood between the two groups of women and turned to look at Ye Meier.

"Who are you calling a suicidal?"

The voice was icy cold, like a chilling wind blowing from the deepest hell.

Along with this voice, the terrifying pressure of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator poured down without reservation.

Ye Meier, who was the first to be affected, froze.

The Soul-Binding Lock around his neck tightened instantly, bursting forth with a blinding red light.

A sharp, soul-piercing pain instantly tore her mind apart.

"ah--!"

Ye Meier let out a shrill scream as her Golden Core stage demonic energy was instantly crushed.

Her legs buckled, and she collapsed to her knees amidst the rubble and debris with a thud.

"Master...Master..."

Night Enchantress trembled violently from the pain, her back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

She gripped the ground tightly with both hands, not daring to lift her head.

"This servant...this servant knows her mistake! This servant didn't mean it that way! Please, master, have mercy!"

Lin Mo ignored her pleas for mercy.

His face was ashen as he walked step by step to Qin Ruxue and Xia Man'er, shielding them tightly behind his back.