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

Three years.

For three whole years, the gate to the main peak cave was never opened once.

Inside the secret chamber, Su Xuan sat cross-legged, his right hand forming a sword with his fingers together. Spiritual energy surged around him, and an extremely dazzling white-gold sword aura shot out from his fingertips, tearing through the air with a piercing hissing sound. The end of the sword aura trailed a visible spatial distortion.

scoff.

A thin black crack was torn open in the void, and it took three breaths for the crack to slowly heal.

The Taibai Gengjin Sword Technique has been mastered.

Su Xuan withdrew his finger and exhaled a breath of turbid air. Three years of secluded cultivation had allowed him to master this Golden Core-level killing technique from the beginner level to perfection. Combined with the purity of the spiritual energy from the five elements formation of water, fire, and metal within his body, the power of a single sword strike was enough to cleave through the surface of the void.

He stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, and crackling sounds came from his joints. After three years of repeated tempering, the Asura Divine Body had been completely perfected, and every inch of his muscles contained terrifying explosive power.

At the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage, just one step away from the Golden Core stage.

But true combat strength is far beyond what cultivation level can measure. With the Three Elements Five Elements Formation, the Asura Divine Body, and the Taibai Gengjin Sword Technique, I am confident that I can kill a peak Golden Core cultivator in a head-on confrontation.

Su Xuan walked out of the secret chamber and spread out a stack of ancient books on the stone table in the main hall of the cave.

For the past three years, he has used the secret vault access left by Elder Lingguang to read through all the records of the Five Elements sacred objects in the sect's collection.

The sacred wood-type artifact, the Jia Wood Spirit Root, is said to be a ten-thousand-year-old spiritual tree deep in the Wanmu Forest in the far east of the Eastern Wilderness, whose heartwood is a natural Jia Wood Spirit Root.

Earth-elemental sacred objects, the core of thick earth, can only be found by venturing deep into the earth's veins, thousands of feet below.

Neither of these items are within the Vajra Sect's sphere of influence; to obtain them, one must leave the sect.

Su Xuan put away the ancient book and was about to plan his route when the communication jade tablet outside the cave suddenly emitted a piercing shriek, and a crimson light dyed the entire main hall blood red.

A blood-red summons.

Su Xuan picked up the jade pendant, and a line of large, gold-embossed characters appeared on its surface.

"Sect Leader's Order: All disciples of the Vajra Sect shall immediately assemble at the Eastern Wilderness border to wage a full-scale war against Greenwood Valley. Those who desert in the face of battle shall be executed without mercy."

Su Xuan stared at that line of text for three breaths.

Aoki Valley.

One of the four top powers in the Eastern Wilderness, it is famous for its wood-based cultivation techniques, and most of its disciples practice wood-attribute spiritual power.

Wood element.

Su Xuan tapped the edge of the jade pendant lightly with his fingers and tucked it into his sleeve.

Half an hour later, the square in front of the Vajra Sect's gate was crowded with people. Hundreds of inner disciples and more than a dozen true disciples stood in formation, while seven or eight Golden Core stage figures floated in the sky, which were the sect's elders.

The sect leader stood at the highest point, clad in golden armor, his spiritual pressure overwhelming.

"A large, top-grade spiritual vein has been unearthed on the border of the Eastern Wilderness. Its spiritual energy concentration is a hundred times that of ordinary mineral veins, enough to support the cultivation resources of our Vajra Sect for the next three hundred years. Green Wood Valley has already taken the lead in sending troops to occupy one-third of the area north of the spiritual vein. Everyone, there is no turning back in this battle."

No one speaks.

The moment the Crimson Call to Arms was issued, everyone knew what it meant: all-out war, a battle to the death.

Su Xuan stood in the line of true disciples, his gray robe low-key, his spiritual pressure concealed to the level of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. Compared to the disciples around him who were trembling with nervousness, his presence was almost non-existent.

Half a day later, the Vajra Sect army took to the skies and marched in a mighty wave towards the eastern border.

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The barrage of comments exploded the moment the Crimson Summoning Order appeared.

"The sect war has begun; this is the core gameplay of the cultivation world."

"With hundreds of people charging in and hacking and slashing, aren't Foundation Establishment cultivators just cannon fodder?"

"Su Shen's current combat power is overwhelming for those at the peak of the Golden Core stage, so this battlefield should not be difficult for him."

"The key point is that he's still hiding, only releasing spiritual pressure up to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. Is he trying to take advantage of the chaos?"

"Green Wood Valley, a wood-element sect. Isn't Su Shen still missing a wood-element sacred artifact? Is this just delivering food to his doorstep?"

forbidden.

Su Ruo sat on the ground with her legs crossed and her hands on her knees, her fingers unconsciously twisting together.

The crimson summons light on the sky had just faded when it was replaced by an overwhelming crowd of people, with fully armed cultivators flying into the distance, blotting out the sun.

war.

Her throat tightened.

Su Ruoruo didn't say anything, but tightened her grip on her fingers even more.

The images on the sky do not lie.

Every scene from the bloody battle in the cave three years ago was still etched in her mind: the figure covered in blood rushing forward, the image of someone forcibly fusing the cultivation technique while bleeding from all seven orifices, and the back view of a person standing amidst rubble.

My brother is very strong.

But on the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes.

The eastern border, the Sky-Cracked Plain.

The two armies clashed head-on on this barren wasteland. The roar of spells echoed from dawn till dusk, and various colored lights intertwined and exploded in the air. Shockwaves spread outward in circles, shredding the rocks on the ground into dust.

Foundation Establishment stage cultivators were the main force in this war, and also the first to fall.

Su Xuan mingled in the central position of the Vajra Sect, a black iron longsword in hand, advancing with the main force. His fellow disciples around him charged forward with bloodshot eyes, spells flying wildly, screams rising and falling, and people falling from the sky every now and then, crashing to the ground and never getting up again.

A gap had been torn in the front line, and three Foundation Establishment Peak cultivators from Qingmu Valley joined forces to break into the Vajra Sect's formation. Green wood-elemental spiritual power transformed into vines that swept over the enemy, killing seven or eight inner disciples in one go.

Su Xuan's gaze swept over the three people.

Peak Foundation Establishment, three.

He slipped away silently from the main force, ducked low, and disappeared into the smoke and dust at the edge of the battlefield.

Three breaths later.

Behind a pile of rubble on the left flank of the battlefield, a lone Foundation Establishment peak cultivator from Qingmu Valley was healing himself with spiritual energy. His left arm had been struck by the aftershocks of an elder from the Vajra Sect, and most of the bones were broken.

A platinum-gold sword aura silently pierced his heart from behind.

The cultivator glanced down at the bloody hole in his chest, but before he could utter a word, his knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground.

Su Xuan landed beside him, squatted down, and within three breaths removed the storage bag, casually checking its contents. Three thousand mid-grade spirit stones, several pills, and a mid-level magic weapon of passable quality.

Received.

He stood up, and his figure disappeared into the smoke and dust once again.

Over the next three days, cultivators from Qingmu Valley continued to mysteriously disappear from the battlefield.

Those at the peak of Foundation Establishment or the early stage of Golden Core, if separated from their group for more than ten breaths, would never return. The commander of Qingmu Valley initially thought that the Vajra Sect had arranged an elite assassination squad, and adjusted the formation three times in succession to minimize the possibility of anyone being separated from their group.

Su Xuan stood on a high ground in the center of the battlefield, his gray robe stained black by the smoke and dust, and seventeen storage bags had appeared at his waist, all stuffed into an inconspicuous cloth bag.

Three days, seventeen kills.

No one noticed him.

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The style of the comments section is completely different from three days ago.

"Su Shen's fighting style is too cunning. He specifically targets lone opponents, killing them with a single blow, then runs away after picking up the loot. He's a pure battlefield rat."

"You call this a rat? This is called maximizing efficiency, minimizing risk, and obtaining the highest benefit with the lowest exposure cost. What is this? This is the art of war."

"Seventeen storage bags, brothers. This guy didn't just make money on the battlefield, he made a fortune."

"And if you look closely, Su Shen never revealed his true combat strength from beginning to end. Everyone thought he was just an ordinary late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple."

"The Vajra Sect is fighting desperately in front, while Su Shen is picking up the scraps in the back. Even capitalists would be moved to tears."