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

At that moment, a deathly silence enveloped every corner of the blue planet.

The third level of Qi Refining, just the third level of Qi Refining, has such destructive power that it can destroy the world.

America, the CIA's top live broadcast room.

An elderly man with white hair, who was carrying a general's star on his shoulder, suddenly stood up from his seat.

He stared intently at the final value displayed on the screen, his whole body trembling.

He picked up the communicator and gave instructions to the other end.

"Announce this to all live stream rooms! Immediately! Release the data we just calculated right now!"

The next second, in the official live stream of the United States, a line of bold red comments covered the entire screen.

According to calculations by the military's top laboratory, the pure physical impact of Su Xuan's punch just now reached 30,000 jin!

Thirty thousand catties!

The moment this number appeared, the world was in an uproar.

"Thirty thousand jin? Are you kidding me? He's only at the third level of Qi Refining and he already has the strength of thirty thousand jin?"

"It's fake, it's absolutely fake, the Chinese are cheating!"

"Our god is only ranked second, is it because of this monster?!"

"My God! Comparisons are odious!"

"Great Jesus, please have someone deal with him!"

Despair, an unprecedented despair, spread through the hearts of all the American viewers.

The pinnacle of a nation's pride was merely an insignificant starting point in front of Su Xuan.

The scene continues.

Su Xuan, standing in the sky, concealed all his aura after throwing that punch, and became ordinary again.

He began to traverse the heart of the wilderness, his steps light and his movements agile.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, and his ears twitched almost imperceptibly.

Without the slightest hesitation, he flashed and disappeared into the shadow of a huge rock next to him, his presence completely vanishing.

The camera zoomed out as he looked away.

A bloody battle is unfolding in the clearing ahead.

A dozen or so rogue cultivators, dressed in various colorful outfits and wielding sharp blades and magical weapons, were attacking five people with sinister smiles on their faces.

The five men were covered in wounds, clearly at their wits' end, but their faces were filled with an unyielding spirit.

"Hand over that Dragon Blood Grass, and I'll give you a quick death."

Among the attackers, a scarred monk with a face full of scars laughed cruelly.

Among the five people surrounded, the middle-aged man who was in charge spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

"Bah, you Black Wind Stronghold scum, if you've got the guts, step over my dead body."

Su Xuan watched all this quietly from the shadows, his face expressionless.

Murder for treasure, the law of the jungle!

This is the most authentic law of the cultivation world!

He had become accustomed to it over the past three years.

This is none of his business.

He quietly began to slowly retreat, preparing to avoid this place of trouble.

However, just as he stepped back, he stepped on a tree branch.

"Who's there!"

Among the rogue cultivators of Black Wind Stronghold, a tall, thin cultivator with triangular eyes suddenly turned his head, his sharp gaze instantly locking onto the rock where Su Xuan was hiding.

His cultivation level was at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and his perception was far more acute than that of others.

The scarred leader frowned and stopped attacking.

"Who is it?"

The triangular-eyed cultivator sensed it carefully, then let out a disdainful sneer.

"Heh, a mere Qi Refining Level 3 mouse, who knows where it crawled out from, probably just passing by."

Upon hearing this, a murderous glint flashed in the scarred leader's eyes.

"Now that we've been seen, we can't leave any survivors, lest word get out."

He casually waved his hand in Su Xuan's direction, giving the order to silence him.

"Kill him."

The voice just fell.

Several rogue cultivators from Black Wind Stronghold immediately separated, their faces bearing mocking and cruel smiles, and surrounded Su Xuan.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Several beams of magical light of different colors—fireballs, ice spikes, and wind blades—instantly ripped through the sky and blasted directly at the rocky cliff where he was hiding.

At that moment, countless viewers in the global live stream were on the edge of their seats.

"Be careful!"

"Run!"

"Damn America! They actually cursed Su Xuan!"

However, Su Xuan did not run away in the face of this overwhelming attack.

The moment he was discovered, his disguise, which allowed him to blend into his surroundings, vanished.

Instead, a terrifying aura, condensed into a tangible form and honed from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, erupted with a deafening roar.

Instead of retreating, he advanced.

His entire body transformed into a gray afterimage, like a ferocious humanoid beast breaking free of its cage, charging headlong into the sky filled with magical spells.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Fireballs exploded on his body, scorching his robes; ice spikes drew bloody lines on his skin; and wind blades tore through his muscles.

But he seemed to feel no pain, and his speed did not slow down at all.

He has only one goal.

The triangular-eyed cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining who discovered him and revealed his whereabouts.

The triangular-eyed cultivator was startled by Su Xuan's reckless madness. He never expected that a mere Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator would dare to directly attack their formation of more than a dozen people.

"court death!"

He roared, and the spiritual power within his body surged wildly, instantly forming a light blue shield that covered his entire body.

He had absolute confidence in his Qi Refining Level 6 cultivation; even a Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator couldn't break through his defenses.

However, the next second.

Su Xuan's fist arrived.

It was an ordinary fist, without the brilliance of magic or the fluctuation of spiritual power, but a fatal blow that gathered the force of 30,000 jin.

The fist collided violently with the pale blue shield.

Click.

A crisp sound.

Under the horrified gaze of the triangular-eyed monk, his prized shield shattered with a deafening roar.

Su Xuan's fist continued its relentless advance, penetrating deep into the enemy's defenses.

It slammed heavily onto his head.

boom!

A cloud of blood mist exploded in the air.

The headless corpse of the Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator swayed, then fell straight backward, crashing to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The entire room fell silent.

Whether it was the dozen or so remaining rogue cultivators of Black Wind Stronghold or the five-person mercenary group that was besieged, everyone was completely stunned by this bloody and violent scene.

That's a Qi Refining Level 6 expert, not some nobody.

Just like that, his head was smashed by a punch from a kid who was only at the third level of Qi Refining.

Is this...is this really reasonable??

The murderous aura honed from being ravaged by mountains of corpses and seas of blood emanated from Su Xuan was not diminished in the slightest; he didn't even glance at the corpse.

Before anyone could recover from the shock, he moved.

He transformed into a gray shadow and rushed towards the nearest Black Wind Stronghold rogue cultivator.

The rogue cultivator instinctively raised his longsword to parry.

Click.

Su Xuan's fist slammed directly into the blade, and the fine iron longsword snapped in two.

The fist continued its momentum, striking the rogue cultivator's chest with tremendous force.

The rogue cultivator was sent flying backwards!

The person had already lost consciousness in mid-air!

"A monster! He's a monster!"

"Run! Run now!"

The rogue cultivators of Black Wind Stronghold finally realized what was happening and turned to run.

But Su Xuan was faster than them.

He doesn't use any magic or rely on any magical artifacts; he uses only the purest and most savage physical strength.

One punch, one kill.

Every punch lands squarely.

Each punch was accompanied by the muffled sound of bones shattering and flesh exploding.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The battle is over.

Su Xuan stood in the center of the chaotic battlefield, covered in blood, indistinguishable between his own and the enemy's.

He ignored the five stunned survivors beside him.

He squatted down expressionlessly and began skillfully searching the other person's storage bag and everything of value.

Quick and focused movements!

"Wow! This is so professional!"

"Does he do this kind of thing often?"

The five-man mercenary group watched this scene speechlessly.

The middle-aged man in the lead struggled to his feet and, despite his severe injuries, walked step by step to Su Xuan.

"Thank you, young man, for saving my life. I am Zhan Zhijie, their captain."

Lao Zhan's voice was a little hoarse, but full of sincerity.

Su Xuan paused for a moment, but without looking up, he continued to loot his spoils.

Old Zhan didn't care. He looked at Su Xuan's imposing aura and then at his solitary appearance, and a hint of pity and appreciation flashed in his eyes.

"Young man, would you like to come with us?"

Su Xuan stopped his looting.

He slowly stood up and turned his head.

For the first time, a pair of eyes that had been stained with endless blood and fire looked directly at this middle-aged man.

Old Zhan felt a chill run down his spine when he saw him.

But he did not flinch, and met his gaze openly.

silence.

A long silence.

Just when Lao Zhan thought he was going to refuse, Su Xuan nodded slightly.

In the live stream room of the Dragon Kingdom, the barrage of comments instantly exploded.

"No! Su Shen! Please don't believe him!"

"Oh no, this is definitely a setup! The entire cultivation world is full of villains; these old foxes are definitely up to no good!"

"Just out of the tiger's den, into the wolf's lair? Su Shen is too naive!"

"I never thought this team were bad people! Don't think too badly of them."

"What do you know, upstairs! This is called human nature!"

"Heh, you've got it all figured out, you car expert!"

The images in the sky began to shift.

Su Xuan joined this small mercenary group called War Wolves.

But he did not let his guard down.

When camping at night, he always chose the outermost spot, the one where he could easily escape.

He never let go of his iron sword.

He never talked to anyone, nor did he ever truly close his eyes to rest; he was like a lone wolf that was always on guard.

In the following hunts, he deliberately concealed his strength.

When facing demonic beasts, he only displayed the level of an ordinary Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator to make himself seem less outstanding.

However, Lao Zhan and his teammates did not underestimate him because of his mediocre strength.

During a hunt for armored rhinoceroses, Su Xuan was scratched on the arm by a rhinoceros horn while trying to draw fire, and his arm was covered in blood.

Instead of looking down on him for being a burden, Lao Zhan and the others immediately protected him behind them, with the two strongest members of the team taking the brunt of the armored rhinoceros's charge.

After the battle, everyone was seriously injured.

While tending to their wounds around the campfire, the old warrior roasted the most prized, blood-nourishing, hearty meat of the armored rhinoceros he had hunted, until it sizzled and dripped with oil.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, including the global audience in front of the dome.

He handed the largest and most fragrant piece to Su Xuan.

"Eat up, kid, it'll help you recover." Old Zhan said with a simple, honest smile.

Su Xuan looked at the still steaming piece of roasted meat, then looked up at Lao Zhan's face, which was blackened and yellowed by the smoke.

His heart, which had been frozen for three years, seemed to be gently touched by something.

The images on the screen shifted, and the camera followed the mercenary group known as the War Wolves as they left the perilous heart of the wilderness.

After passing through layers of mist, a small town built on the edge of a vast wilderness finally came into view of seven billion people around the world.

The town is small, and most of the buildings are constructed from huge stones and rough timber.

But this place is filled with the long-lost warmth and life of everyday life.

Both sides of the street.

Some independent cultivators set up stalls, loudly hawking the monster materials and herbs they had hunted in the Great Wilderness.

The tavern was filled with the sounds of rough drinking games and the clinking of glasses. The air was thick with the aroma of roasted meat, the bitterness of herbs, and a faint scent of spirit wine.

Su Xuan followed at the back of the group, his iron sword, its blade dulled, still firmly in his hand.

He walked quietly, his eyes, stained with blood and fire, surveying the vibrant marketplace of rogue cultivators.

Old Zhan led them through the main street and turned into a quiet alley, pointing to a secluded courtyard surrounded by stone walls.

"Kid, this will be your place from now on," Old Zhan patted Su Xuan on the shoulder.

"It's a bit broken, but it's peaceful."

Su Xuan didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly, pushed open the creaking wooden door, and went inside.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, but it was still quite spacious.

Here, he ended his days of eating raw meat and began a settled life that lasted for several months.

Over the past few months, Su Xuan has spent every day with his teammates in the War Wolf Mercenary Group.

They went together to the mission hall in the center of town to accept missions from the wooden boards covered with bounties.

Afterwards, they ventured together into the edge of the Great Wilderness, where they fought for their lives.

My teammates are all straightforward and rugged men, and there's also a blunt and outspoken older sister.

Su Xuan's tattered servant's robe was torn open even wider by the claws of a demon beast during a battle. Hong Jie, the leader of the group, saw this and snatched it from his hands without saying a word.

The next day, when Su Xuan received the clothes, the torn parts had been neatly mended with fine stitches.

The fat guy in the team who loves to eat the most once managed to get his hands on a rare Green Spirit Fruit from somewhere.

He ate half of it himself, and when he saw Su Xuan walk by, he simply stuffed the other half into Su Xuan's arms.

"Eat it, it will benefit your cultivation."

Lao Zhan treated him like a junior, sharing all his survival experience gained from decades of hard work in the wilderness.

How to identify poisonous miasma, how to set up the simplest warning traps, and how to determine the type of monster and when it left from its droppings.

Viewers worldwide saw Su Xuan's face, which seemed forever frozen with killing intent and frost, through the sky screen, and the lines of his face softened imperceptibly.

He was no longer like a lone wolf ready to devour anyone at any moment; the terrifying aura emanating from him had been contained within his body.

He started frequently going to Lao Zhan's house for meals.

Old Zhan's wife was an ordinary woman without any spiritual cultivation, but she was gentle and had excellent cooking skills.

Su Xuan would sit quietly on the stone bench in the courtyard, watching her busy at the stove, listening to the sizzling sound of hot oil in the pot, and smelling the aroma of food wafting from the kitchen.

Sometimes, he would vaguely think of his home on Earth.

Thinking of his younger sister, Su Ruoruo, who always followed behind him, urging him to eat more.

At the dinner table, the members of the War Wolf Mercenary Group were drinking cheap spirit wine bought from the town.

They were all flushed from drinking, boasting about their past exploits. The fat man and his tall, thin teammate almost got into a fight over the last piece of monster meat.

Su Xuan sat to the side, silently picking at the rice in his bowl.

Old Zhan's wife then placed a large piece of roasted, golden-brown meat on his plate.

"Xiao Xuan, eat more, you're too thin."

The sounds of boisterous fighting, toasting, and the aroma of food mingled together.

Su Xuan paused for a moment while eating.

He looked up at his teammates, who were noisy yet exuded a warm, familial aura.

Then, under the watchful eyes of seven billion people worldwide.

His lips, which had never wavered before, curved into a rare smile that belonged to a young man.

He smiled.

A very faint, subtle, yet incredibly genuine smile.

On a forbidden island.

Su Ruoruo had been staring intently at the sky, and when she saw that smile appear, she was completely stunned.

The next second, tears streamed down her face.

"My brother smiled..."

He smiled...

"In this cannibalistic world, he finally, finally has a family."

In China, 1.4 billion viewers collectively broke down at this moment.

After a few seconds of silence, the chat in the live stream exploded.

"I'm a grown man, and I'm crying like an idiot."

"He was just a teenager. He should have been playing basketball and dating at school, but he struggled in hell for three years."

"This light was so warm, and so fleeting. I don't dare to imagine what will happen next."

"Please! Don't hurt my brother Su anymore! He's had such a miserable life!"

"Please, let Su Shen laugh a little longer, just a little while."

Countless viewers in China were moved by this brief moment of warmth and felt sorry for Su Xuan.

However, the world of cultivation is always cruel.