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

The screen flickered again, and golden subtitles appeared.

Five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

For five years, Su Xuan was almost never seen in the town.

He spent most of his time deep in the wilderness, honing his skills on the edge of the most dangerous forbidden zones.

The camera followed him to the bottom of a towering waterfall.

Su Xuan stood shirtless directly beneath the waterfall, letting the terrifying torrents wash over his body.

His physique was even more upright than it had been five years ago, every muscle brimming with explosive power, and a faint purple-gold luster flowing beneath his skin.

The spiritual energy within him stirred up a boulder weighing a thousand pounds and slammed it hard into his back.

Click.

A clear cracking sound rang out!

The shattered bones healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to their original state.

He used this self-destructive method every day to temper his Asura body with the force of the waterfall.

When hunting with his teammates from the War Wolf Mercenary Group, he always suppressed his strength to the level of Qi Refining Level 6.

When faced with powerful demonic beasts, he would dodge awkwardly and swing his sword with all his might. He seemed to be just a young cultivator with some talent, but who still needed to hone his skills.

The veterans and their teammates had long regarded him as family, and they would instinctively protect him behind them in every battle.

"Xiao Xuan, you've improved so fast, you're almost catching up with me."

The fat guy in the group, who loved to eat the most, patted Su Xuan's shoulder hard and grinned.

Su Xuan simply nodded quietly, without saying anything more.

But from the global audience's God's-eye view, everything is completely different.

They could clearly see that the spiritual energy vortex within Su Xuan's body, which had long since thickened into a liquid state, was like a surging river, each movement carrying a terrifying power like crashing waves.

His true cultivation level had already quietly broken through to the ninth level of Qi Refining after five years of life-and-death trials and the nourishment of countless demonic beast essences.

The scene shifts, and Su Xuan arrives alone in a deserted place deep in the Great Wilderness.

Before him stood a towering, pitch-black iron mine, hundreds of feet high.

This ore is incredibly hard, making it an excellent material for crafting low-level magical artifacts in the cultivation world.

Even if an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator were to use a magic weapon to strike with all their might, they could only leave a white mark.

Su Xuan stood in front of the mountain and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

He assumed a horse stance, concealing all the spiritual energy fluctuations within his body, making him appear completely ordinary.

Then, he raised his right fist and took a deep breath.

He threw a punch.

There was no radiance, no sound.

That fist was simply and plainly imprinted on the indestructible black iron ore mountain.

A moment of silence.

next second.

Click, click, click.

Centered on his fist, massive, spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly across the entire mountain.

The hundred-foot-tall black iron mine was instantly covered with hideous cracks by this punch.

Beautiful country, the Oval Office of the White House.

On the screen in front of President Morgan, a line of blood-red data popped up simultaneously with the punch.

[Physical Strength Assessment: Approaching 90,000 Jin!]

"Nine, ninety thousand catties..."

His lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single complete word.

Thirty thousand jin is the theoretical limit that the United States could only achieve by exhausting its national strength and integrating alien genes.

Now, that number has tripled.

This is no longer a gap; it's an insurmountable chasm between gods and mortals.

On a forbidden island.

Su Ruoruo smiled with immense pride as she saw the number approaching 90,000 jin.

"elder brother……"

"You're awesome!"

Her voice was filled with pride!

Not far away, Alice, Scheres, Victoria, Anna, and the other chosen ones were all dumbfounded.

At this moment, the global live broadcast room completely erupted in excitement.

In the Dragon Kingdom's live stream room, there was a frenzy of celebration, like an avalanche.

"Ninety thousand jin! My God! Ninety thousand jin of pure physical strength!"

"Su Shen! The eternal god!"

"Damn it, he's just 10,000 jin short of 100,000 jin! He's really about to break through the limits of mortals!"

"Invincible! Who on Earth could do something like this?!"

"This child! He is already invincible!"

In the celestial display.

Su Xuan slowly withdrew his fist, not even glancing at the mine that was about to collapse.

He simply lowered his head, opened his palm, and examined his perfectly intact fist.

It's just one step away from the ultimate goal of reaching 100,000 jin (50,000 kg).

The images on the sky shifted again, returning to the small town on the edge of the wilderness.

At the end of the year, heavy snow fell, covering the entire town in a thick layer of silver.

The streets were deserted, except for the red lanterns hanging under the eaves, which swayed warmly in the wind and snow.

The scene at Lao Zhan's home was quite different.

The charcoal fire burned brightly, dispelling the bitter cold outside. The table was laden with the rich aroma of demonic beast meat and several jars of inferior spirit wine.

The members of the Wolf Warrior Mercenary Group sat together, loudly playing drinking games and raising their glasses in a toast, creating an extremely lively atmosphere.

"Xiao Xuan, come on, have a drink!" The fat man, his face flushed, held up a large, rough porcelain bowl and tried to shove it into Su Xuan's hands.

Su Xuan didn't take it, but silently added a piece of charcoal to the stove.

"Don't mind him, he can't hold his liquor, one drink and he's out." Sister Hong, the leader of the group, slapped the fat man on the back of the head, which caused a burst of laughter.

Amidst laughter, Lao Zhan's wife came out carrying a plate of freshly roasted meat. She stopped beside Su Xuan and took out a neatly folded garment from her bosom.

"Xiao Xuan, the New Year is coming soon. This is a new outfit that everyone chipped in to make for you. Try it on and see if it fits."

It was a brand new blue robe. The fabric wasn't of the highest quality, but the stitching was fine and dense, clearly showing that it had been made with care.

Su Xuan paused for a moment as he took the clothes.

He stood up, took off his faded old robe, and put on this brand-new blue robe.

It's just the right size, not too big or too small.

He looked at his teammates still arguing and toasting around the table, and at the gentle smile on the old warrior's wife's face.

The scenes of spending the past five years together, sharing life and death, flashed quickly through my mind.

His heart, which had been frozen in the world of cultivation for eight years, was now filled with a long-lost warmth.

family.

He hadn't felt those two words for a long time.

In the live broadcast room of China, 1.4 billion viewers watched this heartwarming scene, but not a single person felt joy.

On the screen, lines of heartbreaking text floated by.

"No, please, I beg you, don't be so good to him."

"In the world of cultivation, the more beautiful something is, the more devastating its destruction will be. I can't bear to watch."

"This is definitely a knife, this is definitely a massive blade, my heart is pounding."

"Su Shen finally has a home, please don't let anything happen to her, please don't..."

On the forbidden island, Su Ruoruo covered her mouth, tears silently streaming down her face.

She was happy for her brother, but a deep-seated unease made her feel cold all over.

This illusory happiness frightened her.

Sure enough, the warmth in the sky came to an abrupt end.

The camera suddenly zooms out, cutting to the snowstorm outside the town.

Dozens of dark figures appeared silently at the entrance of the town, their intense killing intent almost freezing the swirling snow.

Leading the group was the leader of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, whose hideous scar on his face appeared particularly distorted in the snowy light.

Behind them, an old man dressed in a magnificent black Taoist robe stood on a blue flying sword, hovering in mid-air.

The old man looked arrogantly down at the quiet and peaceful town below, as if he were looking at a group of pigs and dogs waiting to be slaughtered.

The Blood Wolf leader respectfully clasped his hands in a fist salute to the old man, a fawning yet cruel smile on his face.

"Elder Zhang, that old bastard Zhan Zhijie is in town. That Foundation Establishment Pill is definitely still in his hands. As long as we destroy the War Wolf Mercenary Group today, that thing will naturally be yours."

The old man, known as Elder Zhang, is an outer sect elder of the nearby major sect, Xuan Sha Sect, and his cultivation has reached the peak of Qi Refining.

He snorted coldly, not bothering to reply at all.