Brother Who Determines the Fate of the Nation: My Great Emperor's Cultivation Level Exposed by

The images on the screen never stopped.

Time was passing rapidly, the sun rose and set, the seasons changed, and Su Xuan's figure repeatedly appeared in the most remote and filthy corner of the Qingyun Sect.

Carrying water.

firewood.

Clean the pigsty.

Transporting slag.

From dawn to dusk, from dusk to dawn.

A line of cold time markers appeared on the sky.

[First Year in the World of Cultivation]

The scene flashed by quickly.

Su Xuan changed his coarse cloth shirts again and again, each one patched upon patched, the cuffs worn white.

His palms were covered in thick calluses, and his knuckles were large, just like when he was carrying bricks on a construction site on Earth.

The person in charge was a middle-aged man with a goatee, wearing a blue robe that was slightly inferior to that of an inner disciple but ten times better than that of a servant, with a copper plaque engraved with the character for servant hanging from his waist.

"Su Xuan, your food rations will be halved this month."

Su Xuan put down the carrying pole and looked at the coarse grain bag in front of him, which was only half full of what it usually was.

Why?

The person in charge flipped through the book in his hand without even looking up.

"Last month you injured four of your roommates. According to clan rules, servants who engage in fights are punished by having their rations deducted for three months."

"They struck first."

The manager closed the ledger and glanced at him sideways.

"Does it matter who struck first? You're a useless servant, and they're servants too, but at least they have a sliver of spiritual root. What right do you have to reason with them?"

Su Xuan didn't say anything more, bent down, picked up the half-bag of coarse grains, and turned to leave.

The person in charge called out from behind.

"By the way, the alchemy department said they need someone to test the medicine. Go report for duty tomorrow. They'll give you three waste spirit stones each time."

Su Xuan paused for a moment.

Drug testing.

That's a job even the handymen disciples with spiritual roots wouldn't do. The pills that are ruined in the alchemy room can't be thrown away directly; a living person has to be tested for toxicity. If someone eats them, they'll either vomit and have diarrhea for three days at best, or suffer damage to their meridians at worst.

Three discarded spirit stones.

He continued walking forward without looking back.

"go."

The chat in the Dragon Kingdom's live stream exploded.

"He really went? To test the drug? Isn't that risking his life for stones?"

"Even a normal cultivator would find waste spirit stones dirty enough to wipe their feet, and he's going to be a guinea pig for them?"

"You don't understand. He has no other cultivation resources. Waste spirit stones are his only path."

The scene on the screen shifts.

In a side hall of the alchemy room, Su Xuan sat cross-legged in a corner, with a dark gray pill emitting a pungent odor in front of him.

He picked it up and swallowed it.

Three seconds later, he fell to his side on the ground, his limbs twitching, and a black liquid spilled from the corner of his mouth.

An alchemist from the alchemy room came over, squatted down, glanced at the bamboo slip, and wrote a few words on it.

"Highly toxic, corrosive to internal organs. Not for use."

Then he stood up and left.

Su Xuan lay on the ground for half an hour before getting up. He wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, took the three worthless spirit stones thrown to him by the steward, and staggered back to the woodshed.

That night, he sat cross-legged on a pile of straw, clutching three worthless spirit stones in his palm, veins bulging on his forehead, and began to cultivate.

The toxins haven't been completely eliminated, and the meridians throughout my body are aching when I circulate spiritual energy.

He remained motionless, stubbornly enduring the pain.

New time markers appeared on the sky.

[Second Year After Transmigrating to the World of Cultivation]

The scene sped up again, showing Su Xuan's daily routine: carrying water, chopping wood, testing medicine, collecting discarded spirit stones, and cultivating late at night.

He was thinner than in the first year, his cheeks were sunken, but his frame was incredibly strong and his back was always straight.

[Third year after transmigrating to the world of cultivation]

The video speed has returned to normal.

A line of small text appeared in the lower left corner of the sky.

[Cultivation Level: Mortal. Qi Refining Stage 1: Not yet broken through.]

Three years.

For three whole years, Su Xuan used discarded spirit stones to cultivate, but still failed to reach the first level of the Qi Refining stage.

The Dragon Kingdom's live stream room fell silent for a moment.

"It's been three years..."

"A useless body is a useless body. With almost no spiritual roots, he can't even cross the lowest threshold."

"To be honest, it was very painful to watch. This isn't cultivating immortality; it's just enduring death."

The live stream chat in the US immediately responded with a barrage of comments.

"He hasn't even broken through the lowest level in three years. What makes this piece of trash think he deserves to be ranked ahead of our super soldiers?"

"I strongly suspect the system is phishing, deliberately ranking him first so the whole world can laugh at China."

"A handyman who's been doing menial work for three years is still a handyman. How can he be number one?"

Netizens in Japan are even more direct.

"Lord Hanzo reached the state of oneness with the sword in just one year, while he couldn't even get past the basics in three years. The difference between the two is insulting."

The images on the screen gave no one time to think.

The scene suddenly changed.

Su Xuan was squatting at the door of the woodshed, gnawing on a hard, unbreakable coarse grain cake, when suddenly the sky above him darkened.

It's not sunset.

Something is blocking the sun.

Su Xuan raised his head.

A thick layer of blood-red clouds was rapidly spreading from the northern horizon of the Qingyun Sect, surging and expanding, and within a few breaths it completely enveloped the sky above the entire mountain gate.

A slightly fishy, ​​sweet smell filled the air.

The next second, a piercing alarm blared from the direction of the main hall of the mountain gate, echoing throughout the entire Qingyun Sect.

The multigrain pancake in Su Xuan's hand fell to the ground.

He had seen this kind of alarm before.

In the three years since he joined the Qingyun Sect, this kind of alarm had only been practiced once, when he first entered the sect.

Enemy attack.

The camera suddenly zoomed out.

The entire Qingyun Sect was displayed on the sky, with dozens of buildings of varying sizes lined up along the mountain ridge, while in the sky outside the mountain gate, countless black dots were pressing in from the north.

Those black dots are getting closer.

are people.

Hundreds of cultivators dressed in blood-red robes, riding various magical artifacts—flying swords, talismans, and staffs—rushed overwhelmingly towards the mountain gate of the Qingyun Sect.

A line of text appeared in the upper right corner of the sky screen.

The Blood Fiend Sect is a rival sect to the Azure Cloud Sect for three hundred years, specializing in blood-based, unorthodox cultivation.

For the first time, viewers in the global live stream witnessed a large-scale battle between cultivators on the sky.

Nobody was prepared.

In the sky, a Blood Fiend Sect disciple made a hand seal, and a crimson beam of light shot out from his fingertip, striking the Azure Cloud Sect's protective formation directly.

The patterns on the array trembled violently for a moment, then stabilized.

But the second beam of light followed immediately.

The third way.

The fourth one.

Dozens of crimson beams of light simultaneously struck the sect's protective array, causing the pale blue light barrier to crack, with the cracks spreading wildly from the center outwards.

boom.

The great formation shattered.

Pale blue fragments fell from the sky and scattered throughout the mountain gate.

The disciples of the Blood Fiend Sect rushed in.

The scene then shifts back to Su Xuan's perspective.

The outer area was instantly transformed into a slaughterhouse.

Su Xuan rushed out of the woodshed, but before he could run ten steps, a scarlet sword light flashed overhead and slashed straight into the dormitory of the outer disciples thirty meters away.

The entire row of houses was sliced ​​in two by the flash of the sword, with bricks, stones, and wood flying everywhere.

Two outer disciples rushed out, each holding a low-level magic sword. Before they could even get into a fighting stance, two more sword lights fell from the sky.

Two muffled thuds.

The two corpses crashed down less than ten meters in front of Su Xuan.

He recognized one of them; he was a handyman disciple from the woodshed next door, at the third level of Qi Refining. He would usually nod to him when they met.

Now a flying sword pierced his chest, his eyes were wide open, and he still had a mouthful of blood in his mouth that he hadn't had time to swallow.

Su Xuan's legs were trembling.

He crouched down and shrank behind a low wall that was half collapsed.

More screams came from all directions, mixed with the sounds of explosions from colliding spells, the rumble of collapsing buildings, and the unrestrained laughter of the Blood Fiend Sect disciples.

Su Xuan looked out through the gap in the wall.

A cultivator from the Blood Fiend Sect stood on a flying sword in mid-air, looking down at the fleeing servants on the ground, twirling a small blood-red flag in his hand.

The flag was waved.

Seven or eight servant disciples who were fleeing on the ground stopped in their tracks at the same time. Then their bodies began to swell, their skin turned purple, and in less than three seconds, they all exploded.

Blood mist filled the air.

Su Xuan buried his face in his knees, his teeth grinding together.

The cultivator standing under that small flag was just an ordinary disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect. He couldn't even tell what level the other person's cultivation was, but the other person killed these menial disciples as casually as crushing ants.

He himself was not even as good as an ant.

He hasn't even reached the Qi Refining stage.

He was just an ordinary person.

The camera zooms out again.

A burst of dazzling golden light erupted in the sky.

Three figures soared into the sky from the direction of the main hall of the Qingyun Sect. Each of them was enveloped in a dense, almost tangible spiritual energy, their robes fluttering in the wind, exuding an astonishing aura.

The markings appeared on the sky.

There are three Golden Core stage elders in the Qingyun Sect.

Golden Core Stage.

Within this small sect, this is the pinnacle of combat power.

Three golden beams shot up against the blood-red clouds and collided with the Blood Fiend Sect's experts.

The light of the spells clashed and collided in the sky, each collision triggering a visible shockwave that pressed down on the forests below.

A Golden Core elder took out a bronze mirror from his sleeve. The mirror surface shone brightly with golden light, and a thick golden beam of light shot towards the Blood Fiend Sect expert opposite him.

The Blood Fiend Sect expert stretched out a hand, and a dark red vortex condensed in his palm, directly swallowing the golden beam of light.

Then push it with your backhand.

The dark red vortex, carrying the golden energy that had just been devoured, blasted back at the Golden Core elder with double the force.

The bronze mirror is broken.

The Golden Core Elder spat out a mouthful of blood and fell from the sky, crashing onto the open ground less than twenty meters away from Su Xuan.

The ground was smashed into a large crater.

Su Xuan saw the face of the Golden Core elder.

He is Elder Li, the most senior member of the sect. When he appears in front of the servant disciples, everyone has to kneel down and pay their respects.

He was now lying at the bottom of the pit, his chest caved in, blood gushing from his mouth, and his hand still clutching the shattered bronze mirror tightly.

His eyes were still open, but they were no longer focused.

A second muffled thud echoed through the sky.

Another Golden Core elder was knocked down, this time crashing through the roof of a side hall and burying himself and the tiles inside, whereupon he fell silent.

The third Golden Core elder was still holding on in the sky, but the golden light around him had dimmed to the point of being almost invisible. Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and the magic sword in his hand was full of cracks.

He let out a mournful roar, channeling the last of his spiritual power into his magic sword, and desperately thrust it towards the Blood Fiend Sect expert opposite him.

The Blood Fiend Sect expert shifted his body slightly and gripped the blade of the magic sword with one hand.

The magic sword shattered inch by inch between his fingers.

The other hand went through the Golden Core Elder's chest and emerged from his back.

The last Golden Core elder's body fell straight down from the sky and crashed into the woods behind the mountain.

The three strongest members of the Qingyun Sect are all dead.

From the start to the end of the war, it took less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Su Xuan huddled behind the low wall, looking at Elder Li, who was already dead at the bottom of the pit in front of him.

Golden Core Stage.

He once thought that was the ceiling of the world.

For three years he cultivated desperately, but he didn't even reach the lowest Qi Refining stage.

Elders at the Golden Core stage couldn't even withstand a single blow from their enemies.

The ruins reeked of blood, and the screams in the distance gradually faded away, not because the battle was over, but because there were fewer and fewer people left to scream.

Viewers in all the live streams around the world stared at the young man huddled in the ruins on the screen, and the chat fell silent.

The pretty middle school general looked at the cultivators in the picture who could destroy the world with a flick of their wrists, his lips moved but he didn't say a word.

How many seconds could a super serum warrior worth $140 billion last against a Blood Fiend Sect cultivator who casually crushed a Golden Core elder?