The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

The maids dared not delay, drew their swords, and slashed at Qin Changye.

Qin Changye casually slapped his palm, sending the leading maid and her sword flying.

Before the remaining maids could react, he killed them all with a single sword stroke.

Zhou Bingqing's arrogance vanished instantly; she hadn't expected Qin Changye to be such a formidable fighter.

She staggered backward, her back hitting the carriage wall, before she came to her senses: "Qin Changye, you can't kill me! I am the only princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Killing me is a capital offense!"

Qin Changye smiled coldly: "You just said it yourself, this is the border, there's no one around, killing you won't be discovered."

Zhou Bingqing panicked completely: "But...but I haven't even gone to Tie Moxiang to learn poetry yet! If you kill me, it's the same as killing the future number one poet of the Great Zhou!"

Qin Changye shook his head: "The Great Zhou has no need for poets who betray their country!"

As the ink sword drew ever closer, Zhou Bingqing's beautiful face was filled with tears and fear, yet she showed no remorse: "I love poetry, what's wrong with that? I've risked everything for poetry, what's wrong with that?"

At the critical moment, the boy suddenly stood up, his face full of righteous indignation as he rebuked Qin Changye: "Are you even a man? You don't even spare women and children?"

Qin Changye glanced at him: "Don't worry, I won't kill women and children."

However, before Zhou Bingqing and the boy could show any signs of relief, Qin Changye continued, "What a pity, you're not a woman, and she's not a child."

As the ink-black sword slashed down, a line of blood appeared on Zhou Bingqing's neck.

Her body slowly slumped down beside the carriage, her eyes still gazing towards the barbarian land where she had once thought she could write poetry in peace.

The boy wanted to run away, but it was too late.

Qin Changye grabbed his neck and with a sudden burst of force, a faint remnant soul leaped out of the boy's body.

"Young man, let me give you a piece of advice: be forgiving when you can."

The faint remnant soul spoke, its tone carrying an educational quality.

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Changye grabbed him and threw him into the soul banner.

Then, Qin Changye continued to exert force with his right hand, and the boy's neck quickly snapped, his head tilting to one side.

The boy actually had little cultivation; he was only able to escape thanks to the remnant soul's intervention. Naturally, his corpse was not qualified to be buried in the Burial Tower.

Just to be on the safe side, Qin Changye stabbed the boy's corpse a few more times. Still feeling uneasy, he released his spiritual fire, burning the body to ashes, which were scattered everywhere by the wind, before he was finally at ease.

At this moment, Ren Pingsheng and the others caught up and looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground, exchanging bewildered glances.

Especially when he saw Zhou Bingqing's corpse on the ground, he couldn't help but gasp in horror.

"They were planning to take the spirit stones of the Great Zhou Dynasty and go to the barbarian kingdom, so I killed them. What do you think?"

Qin Changye's gaze swept past Ren Pingsheng and the others, and looked at the noble scions of prominent families who had followed him.

"Whether they are princesses, kings, or commoners, anyone who defectes to a barbarian country is a traitor, and traitors should be killed!"

The third son of the Marquis of Zhennan was the first to come to his senses and immediately spoke up, his tone sincere.

"Yes, traitors should be killed!"

"Well done! Brilliantly executed!"

……

The other scions of prominent families also came to their senses and loudly echoed their sentiments.

Qin Changye nodded in satisfaction, his gaze falling on the ten large boxes being pulled by the princess's convoy. These boxes were made of high-quality materials and could also shield one's aura.

Opening these large boxes one by one, they were filled with spirit stones, totaling more than three million.

Zhou Bingqing traveled tens of thousands of miles to send spirit stones to the barbarian kingdom, but in the end, it benefited Qin Changye.

At Qin Changye's glance, Xiu'er strode forward and skillfully put the spirit stones into her spatial ring.

Then, Qin Changye approached Ren Pingsheng and whispered, "These boxes that can shield our presence can't be wasted. When we come across a public latrine, fill them all up..."

Back in the barbarian kingdom, Tie Moxiang must still be waiting anxiously; we can't let her wait in vain.

After a day or two, Zhou Bingqing's body, buried in the Immortal Burial Tower, will turn into an Immortal Puppet, and Qin Changye will dig her out.

Continuing with these ten large boxes, which were used to "exchange excrement for spirit stones," they headed towards the barbarian kingdom...

Ren Pingsheng was stunned. While saying that this was too immoral, he had already enthusiastically done as instructed.

……

The northern frontier, the barbarian army camp.

General Tie Shanyue sat upright in the center of the tent, with Zhou Tianci, who only had one arm left, and the old servant with the insole face sitting beside him.

In the corner sat a young woman in a white dress, with an elegant demeanor, engrossed in reading a book of poems.

She is Tie Moxiang, the third daughter of Tie Shanyue, and also the most talented woman in the Barbarian Kingdom.

In the barbarian country where martial arts were highly valued, she disliked horseback riding and archery, preferring only poetry and songs.

Tie Shanyue, who had always disliked this daughter the most, frowned and asked, "Mo Xiang, why did you summon us to this camp closest to the border?"

Zhou Tianci and the old servant with the insole-like face also turned their questioning gazes to Tie Moxiang.

Tie Moxiang closed the poetry collection and said slowly, "Father, you have always thought that my studies are useless, but today I will prove to you that studying literature is useful, and very useful."

Meeting the increasingly puzzled gazes of the group, a rare, deep smile appeared on her serene face: "I used poetry to turn Zhou Bingqing, the only princess of the Great Zhou, into my little fangirl. She has already run away from home and is on her way to join me. She should arrive soon, and then we can detain her as a hostage to better coerce the Great Zhou in the future."

Tie Shanyue and the others' eyes lit up, and they looked at Tie Moxiang with new respect.

Tie Moxiang paused for a moment, then his smile deepened: "Moreover, with a little trick of mine, she not only came, but also brought a lot of spirit stones from the national treasury."

Tie Shanyue and the others began to look at Tie Moxiang with increasing admiration.

Tie Shanyue, in particular, was surprised to find that his third daughter, whom he had previously disregarded, was actually quite capable. He couldn't help but praise Tie Moxiang's beauty.

A smug smile appeared on Tie Moxian's lips, which seemed somewhat out of place with her usually refined face.

"Report! A convoy is approaching from the border of the Great Zhou Dynasty, heading straight for our camp. Should we stop them?"

At this moment, a guard entered the tent and reported loudly.

"It must be the Princess of Great Zhou who has brought spirit stones! What are you doing? Come with me to greet her!"

Tie Moxiang was the first to rush out of the tent.

Upon closer inspection, a luxurious convoy was indeed approaching, with the lead carriage belonging to Zhou Bingqing, followed by ten horse-drawn carriages carrying large boxes.

"That's right, it's Princess Zhou Bingqing of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

The curtain of the luxurious carriage at the front was half-lifted, and Zhou Bingqing's figure could be vaguely seen sitting inside. Although it was not very clear, Zhou Tianci recognized her at a glance.

With confirmation from both Tie Moxiang and Zhou Tianci, Tie Shanyue was completely relieved and ordered the barbarian guards in front to make way and let them pass quickly.

His gaze fell on the ten large carts behind them. If nothing unexpected happened, the large boxes on these ten carts were filled with spirit stones, at least two or three million.

The thought of using the spirit stones from the Great Zhou treasury to buy military equipment and provisions to fight against the soldiers in the northern border of Great Zhou made Tie Shanyue burst into laughter.

His admiring gaze returned to Tie Moxian: "This time, I must give you a huge credit!"