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

In Su Ruoruo's courtyard, the old television screen was shaking.

Mr. Su sat on a stool, watching the television screen.

On the screen, his son was lying in a pile of rubble, his back covered in cuts and bloodstains, his coarse cloth shirt torn in half, revealing the bruised and purple skin underneath.

Su's mother could no longer speak in complete sentences.

"My son... my son..."

Su's father stood up and shouted.

"Alive...he's still alive..."

After saying this, Su's father slid down the wall and sat down, tears streaming down his face.

Three years of graves, three years of memorial days, three years of incense ash.

Now someone is telling him that his son is not dead.

But in another world, his son lay on the ground covered in blood.

Su's mother swayed, her vision went black, and she fell backward.

"My dear wife!"

Su's father scrambled over, grabbing Su's mother by the back of the head with one hand and pinching her philtrum with the other.

After a long while, the first thing she did when she woke up was not to look at people, but to turn her head and watch TV.

On the screen, Su Xuan crawled out from under the pile of rubble, his face covered in dust and blood, his left leg dragging, making it difficult for him to walk.

Su's mother cried again.

In the official live stream room of the Dragon Kingdom, the barrage of comments can no longer be described as "flooding the screen".

It was a flood.

"Su Xuan, you better hold on!"

"God, open your eyes! Hasn't this child suffered enough?"

"Please give Su Xuan a system!"

"Please, please, give me a cheat code! Anything will do, even a broken sword or a pill, just don't let him die like this!"

"I'm a grown man in my thirties, and I've cried three times already. I just can't take it anymore."

"He worked as a laborer for his sister on Earth, then transmigrated to the world of cultivation to fetch water, and in the end, he couldn't even reach the Qi Refining stage. What kind of fate is that?"

1.4 billion people stared at the bloodied and mangled young man on the screen, and the comments on the screen changed from anger to pleading, and then from pleading to pleas.

But the images on the screen did not respond.

The video continues.

The Blood Fiend Sect disciples dispersed and began searching every corner of the Azure Cloud Sect.

Live them, leave no one alive.

A cultivator in a blood-red robe flew across the outer gate area on a flying sword. With a wave of his hand, three crimson sword energies swept across the ground, cutting two menial disciples hiding behind a broken wall into pieces before they could even scream.

On the other side, several Blood Fiend Sect disciples surrounded a group of outer sect disciples who were squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands.

One of the disciples knelt on the ground and kowtowed more than a dozen times.

"Please spare my life, senior! I'm willing to surrender! I'll do anything!"

The leading Blood Fiend Sect disciple glanced down at him and smiled.

He slashed down with his sword.

The outer disciple who was kowtowing was split in two from head to chin, and his blood splattered all over the person kneeling next to him.

The people nearby screamed and tried to run away.

The second sword strike. The third sword strike.

They all collapsed.

The leader of the Blood Fiend Sect shook the blood off his sword and called out.

"There's another group on the back mountain. Head towards the solitary peak. Don't let them scatter."

Su Xuan is running.

People around me were running, some were falling, and some who fell never got up again.

The road ahead became narrower and narrower, the mountain path shrinking from two zhang wide to one zhang wide, and then to half a zhang wide.

Su Xuan turned around and glanced back.

The blood-red figure weaved through the treetops a hundred meters away, moving slowly and deliberately, herding them in the same direction like sheep.

He turned around, slipped, and knelt on one knee, using the dulled iron sword in his hand to support his body in a crevice in the rock.

A disciple from the outer sect pulled him up.

"Hurry, they're catching up!"

Su Xuan stood up and continued running.

At the end of the mountain path was a sheer cliff.

Surrounded by cliffs on three sides, with only one road in and out, a solitary stone peak juts out from the ridge, with a deep abyss hundreds of feet below.

When Su Xuan reached the summit, there were already two or three hundred people there.

The servants, outer disciples, and several seriously injured inner disciples were all crammed onto a stone peak less than a hundred paces in diameter.

Some people sat on the ground trembling, some held their heads and wailed, and some leaned against the stone wall, panting, covered in blood.

Su Xuan retreated to the edge of the stone peak and glanced down.

The fog churned and billowed, obscuring the bottom.

Look back.

At the entrance to the mountain road, a dozen figures in blood-red robes stood in a row, blocking the only way out.

The leader, with his hands behind his back, tilted his head and sized up the group of people on the stone peak, humming an unknown tune.

There was no rush to take action.

A cat playing with a mouse.

An inner disciple stepped forward from the stone peak, leaning on his broken sword. His left arm was severed at the elbow, and the cut was wrapped with a belt, with blood still dripping down.

"What do you want?"

The leading Blood Fiend Sect disciple stopped singing and laughed.

"So what? We've taken your Qingyun Sect's protective formation, Golden Core elders, scripture pavilion, and spirit mines. What more do you want?"

The inner disciple's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Let these servants go; they don't even have any cultivation and pose no threat to you."

"threaten?"

The leader laughed out loud and turned to exchange a glance with his companion behind him.

"Listen to that, he's making a threat."

Several Blood Fiend Sect disciples laughed along.

The leader stopped laughing and took a step forward.

"What does my killing of you have to do with threats? An annihilation is an annihilation; leaving even one alive is too many."

The broken sword in the inner disciple's hand was trembling.

Someone knelt down on the rocky peak.

"Please, let me go! I won't say anything, I'll never go back to the Qingyun Sect!"

The leader didn't even glance at the person kneeling and begging for mercy, and flicked his finger.

A crimson beam of light shot out, piercing through the kneeling man's throat, exiting from the back of his neck, and embedding itself in the stone wall behind him.

Blood splattered on half of Su Xuan's face.

The kneeling person swayed twice and fell to the side at Su Xuan's feet, his eyes still open.

The cries from the rocky peak grew louder; some people broke down completely, rushing frantically toward the cliff edge, wanting to jump.

Su Xuan didn't move.

He wiped the blood from his face with his sleeve, and gripped the dulled iron sword in his right hand with the blade facing outwards.

Three years.

Collecting discarded spirit stones, testing poison pills, taking beatings, carrying water, and chopping wood.

Every day I'm desperately trying to survive.

In the end, you may not even be able to choose how you die.

The hilt of the iron sword was digging into his palm, and the blade had three chips. This sword couldn't even kill a Qi Refining stage disciple.

But he held on tightly and didn't let go.

The leading Blood Fiend Sect disciple finally turned his gaze to Su Xuan.

I looked at it for two seconds.

"This...there's no spiritual energy fluctuation." He tilted his head, somewhat surprised. "A mortal? When did the Qingyun Sect start accepting mortals?"

A companion next to him chuckled.

"He's a useless servant with no spiritual roots. He hasn't even entered the Qi Refining stage. Killing someone like that would be a waste of spiritual energy."

The leader nodded and raised his hand.

Crimson spiritual energy condensed in his palm.

The chat in the Dragon Kingdom's live stream went completely crazy at that moment.

"don't want!"

"Su Xuan, run!"

"Where can he run to? There are cliffs on three sides!"

"System, you fucking do something about this!"

A row of neat text floated across the live stream chat in the American country.

"Look, this is your number one supporter, about to become a corpse."

"People of the Dragon Kingdom, prepare for the end of our nation's fate to be punished."

"A mortal, holding a piece of scrap metal, standing on a cliff waiting to die, and this is the person ranked ahead of our Arthur?"

"That's hilarious! He can't even protect his own sect, so why should he protect Lan Xing's sister?"