The strongest warrior of the Great Qian Dynasty

at this time.

It was getting dark.

The old horse beneath Li Qingshan was panting heavily, its body seemingly drained of blood.

Even if Li Qingshan tried his best to infuse his true energy into the horse to nourish its muscles, he could not change the fact that this old horse was still a nag.

Li Qingshan sighed inwardly and said:

"Old friend, it seems our time together has come to an end."

"Alright, run in another direction. Only then will you have a chance to survive; otherwise, you'll only die at their hands."

After saying that, Li Qingshan dismounted, slapped the horse's rump hard with the whip, and let it run wild.

Gazing at the dwarf horse galloping in the distant sunset, a flash of reminiscence crossed Li Qingshan's eyes.

Then, in a flash, he ran towards the ancient battlefield again, even faster than before.

A phantom image of a pill cauldron appeared around him at some unknown time. Although it did not refine any pills, his excited blood and qi were like a terrifying flame.

This continuously burned the cauldron and the yin and yang energies within his body.

Moreover, having traveled thousands of miles to reach this place, everything he had seen and experienced along the way was constantly being absorbed into Li Qingshan's mind.

As he recited the "Huang Ting Jing," his inner vision expanded continuously, but the speed was ultimately somewhat slow; in a day, it only expanded to about one mile.

However, all of this is acceptable to Li Qingshan, because with the increase in strength, his speed will be faster, and he will be able to enter the ancient battlefield more easily.

……

Tiantong Academy.

The old man, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, stared silently at Old Zhou, his words filled with boundless anger.

"So, before Li Qingshan left the city, you didn't stop him; instead, you let him escape?"

Old Zhou remained expressionless, calmly picking at the fish food with his fingers and tossing it into the pond in front of him to feed the koi.

"That's right, exactly."

After all, no one told me to stop Li Qingshan, especially since he's a teacher at my Tiantong Academy. Why should I stop him?

Upon hearing this, the old man was furious.

"Zhou Tong, don't forget who you are!"

Old Zhou glanced sideways at the old man and said calmly:

"Zhong Yunwei, watch your words! This is Tiantong Academy, not your Zhong family's residence!"

After saying that, Old Zhou waved his sleeve and left.

Zhong Yunwei, looking furious, stared intently at Old Zhou before giving the order.

"Chase him! Find him alive or dead, at all costs! Find Li Qingshan!"

As he spoke, Zhong Yunwei, panting heavily, led his disciples and the many constables who had just gathered around to begin preparing their forces to search for Li Qingshan.

of course.

For a grandmaster like Zhong Yunwei, finding Li Qingshan was a piece of cake. After all, the scent emanating from the surroundings had not dissipated for a long time, and even after several days, he could still find traces of him.

What truly angered him was Zhou Tong; the old man's attitude remained as stubborn and obstinate as ever.

"Hmph! Old man, do you think you can keep Li Qingshan alive just because you're protecting him? I'll make sure you don't get what you want. Once I find him, I'll tear him to pieces."

"I'd like to see how you, old man, will protect him then."

……

The Changning Marquis's Residence.

The First Madam's face now held a touch more authority, though there was still a hint of lingering reminiscence in her eyes.

It seems that the madness of last night still lingers in her heart, difficult to erase.

Turning her head to the side, the First Madam looked at her bed and muttered softly.

"You heartless bastard! If I had known you were like a wild bull last night, I wouldn't have told you about that grandmaster's appearance."

After the First Madam finished speaking, a shy smile appeared on her face, but she quickly regained her usual dignified demeanor.

……

In the young lady's room, there were frequent sighs and laughter, sometimes followed by a sigh.

The good news is that the First Madam no longer wants to give herself away.

The bad news was that she sensed Li Qingshan had seemingly won over the First Madam.

What should this young lady call Li Qingshan from now on?

Husband? My lord, or...

What saddened the young lady was that Li Qingshan was now wanted by the entire imperial court.

The reason is that Li Qingshan privately possessed a national treasure, and he should be executed.

If Li Qingshan hadn't run away early, he would probably have been sent to the execution platform and beheaded by now.

Li Qingshan, oh Li Qingshan, may you live a little longer.

With this thought in mind, the young lady couldn't help but sigh, and then continued to circulate the "Yin Yang Great Joy Technique" she was cultivating. However, this time, she no longer faced the problem of uncontrolled Yin energy.

Because the yang energy within her body was enough for her to cultivate for several years.

……

at the same time.

Li Qingshan, who was being chased by a large group of people, had now arrived at a dangerous place.

Here, the terrain is rugged, with cliffs and sheer drops all around, and only a narrow, winding path runs through the area.

Seeing this terrain, Li Qingshan couldn't help but sigh.

"Incredible! Why do I feel that the terrain around us was carved out by someone, sword by sword? Could it be that some powerful figure created this place during a great battle back then?"

That's right, Qingshan has now arrived at the outer edge of this so-called ancient battlefield.

Around the area, you can see a lot of trash, rags, or broken limbs and swords.

Then a gust of cold wind swept by, and suddenly black mist rolled in, seemingly blinding to the eyes, or as if it were formed from the surrounding bloodthirsty aura, making people's hair stand on end.

At that moment, Li Qingshan took a slight breath and became even more vigilant.

"No wonder people say this is an ancient battlefield, a forbidden place between heaven and earth."

Even members of the royal family wouldn't enter; it truly lives up to its reputation. Just this wisp of black mist alone is terrifying.

Although Li Qingshan was both moved and wary, he did not stop. He continued to walk along the narrow path.

He had already infused the nine-section sword in his hand with true energy, while Qianqian hovered around his body, acting as a scout. However, at some point, a thoughtful look appeared on Qianqian's face.

It was as if the little sword spirit was recalling some long-forgotten stories, or as if she was sensing a very familiar aura.

Then, Qianqian raised her little head and slowly landed next to Li Qingshan, and said.

"Master, I seem to sense an extremely familiar aura deep within this battlefield, even more familiar than my fragments."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingshan was taken aback.

What does it mean to be more familiar with something than your fragments?

Could it be that deep within this battlefield lies the legacy left behind by that ancient empress? Or is there some other treasure?

With this thought in mind, Li Qingshan became even more wary. After all, in such a distant era, no one had obtained this inheritance or treasure, so there was only one possibility: it was far too dangerous.