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

"Could it be that Master really gave us the Demon Explosion Pill?"

Black Eleven's goldfish eyes dimmed, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"The imperial family is the most ruthless place, and it turns out even our master is no exception!"

Black Eleven also let out a sigh, his eyebrows drooping even lower. There was no fear of death in his heart, only the desolation of a collapsing faith.

Suddenly, he straightened his back with all his might: "Our master may betray us, but we cannot betray our master."

Beside him, a final flash of madness crossed Hei Shi's eyes: "That's right, we are suicide soldiers, it is our duty to share the burdens of our lord, even at the cost of our lives."

"Since we each serve our own masters, what's next?"

Looking at the two men, who were barely able to lift their weapons under the influence of the Demon Explosion Pill, Qin Changye's eyes showed a hint of appreciation: "Please, both of you, do your best to die as slowly as possible."

He slowly raised the ink sword in his hand, this time gripping the hilt with both hands, the tip pointing upwards. The golden sword light reached an unprecedented brilliance, illuminating the entire valley.

"Third move, Sword Slashes the Bright Moon!"

In fact, Qin Changye didn't need to use this move against two desperate assassins who were already at their wits' end.

It's entirely out of respect for them!

In the next instant, the arc-shaped sword energy suddenly flew up, traversing the entire valley. The sword energy transformed into a huge crescent moon, enveloping the entire valley. Its momentum was so great that it was difficult to describe in words.

In their final moments, neither of them felt sorrow or resentment; their hearts were filled only with a sigh of praise:

That sword strike was so cool!!!

A sword aura swept past.

The mountain breeze began to flow again.

The corpses of Black Ten and Black Eleven crashed to the ground, their faces still frozen in that moment of admiration.

It seems that dying under such a handsome sword strike would be a death without regrets!

Qin Changye sheathed his ink sword and placed the two corpses into the first floor of the Burial Immortal Tower.

The corpses of two people at the ninth level of the Earth Martial Realm were buried in the Immortal Burial Soil. The red energy that fed back to Qin Changye was as thick as an arm, which further promoted Qin Changye's cultivation to level up again.

Earth Martial Realm, Sixth Level!

In addition, Qin Changye discovered that the sacred bone in his chest, which had been dormant for many years, was also trembling almost imperceptibly.

Although it was only for a very brief moment, it did indeed move.

This is a sign that it is awakening.

The Sacred Bone is far inferior to the Pure Yang Immortal Body, but once awakened, it still has a very considerable effect on Qin Changye's cultivation and physical enhancement.

Time flies like an arrow, and a day passes quickly.

Anyone who enters the Myriad Weapons Diagram, as long as they still have a breath left, will be teleported out.

Beyond the mural of myriad objects, in the central square.

It was still packed with people, shoulder to shoulder.

As the Myriad Weapons Diagram shone with golden light, everyone stared intently at it, watching as figures were teleported out.

Qin Changye was also teleported out, his face expressionless and his body unharmed.

Countless gazes were cast from all directions, first in confusion, then in shock, and finally in bewilderment at the overturned understanding.

"How could he possibly have come out alive?"

Finally, someone murmured in disbelief.

Whether it was because of the sacred bone or for other reasons, there were far too many people who wanted Qin Changye to die in the Myriad Weapons Diagram.

"Could it be that after entering the Myriad Weapons Diagram, he immediately found a place to hide, preventing those who had grudges against Qin Changye or harbored ill intentions towards him from finding him?"

Some people have also voiced their speculations.

"Yes, that must be it!"

A chorus of agreement erupted from all around.

In the corner, two people with donkey hoof prints on their faces were shocked, their expressions extremely grim.

Then, under the expectant gazes of everyone, he turned and walked towards the outhouse in the corner.

His back was resolute, his steps heavy, each step like he was walking towards his execution...

On the stone platform, Ren Pingsheng, Master Ta, and Li Yourong all wore expressions that were far from calm.

They knew that a day was enough time for those with ill intentions to turn the perimeter of the Myriad Artifacts Diagram upside down.

There is no possibility that Qin Changye could find a place to hide.

He must have some tricks up his sleeve to survive.

Soon, they were even more surprised to find that the two assassins at the ninth level of the Earth Martial Realm, as well as Bai Yanlang's eight sons, had not been teleported out of the Myriad Weapons Diagram.

This means they didn't even have a breath left, perishing in the Wanqi Diagram.

Who could have done it?

The three of them couldn't help but look at Qin Changye.

He quickly shook his head firmly.

It's a miracle that Qin Changye survived.

As for killing all of these people?

Absolutely impossible!

Suddenly, the communication jade slips in the arms of the three people began to tremble simultaneously.

Ren Pingsheng looked down and his cloudy eyes suddenly widened.

Master Ta hung the wine jug on his waist, rubbed his fingers on the communication jade slip to make sure he wasn't mistaken.

Li Yourong reacted the most. A hint of surprise flashed across her slightly flushed cheeks in the sunlight, but she quickly straightened up again, trying to regain her domineering and strong woman demeanor, though she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

These three jade slips containing sound transmissions were left to them by Xiao Huohuo, Ye Guanxuan, and Ye Shisan when they bid them farewell.

He also stated that if anything happens in the future, he will contact them via the audio transmission jade slip.

The contents of the three people's communication jade slips were exactly the same:

Qin Changye is my friend. Next, I'll join him in storming the Prime Minister's residence.

The Prime Minister's residence was far superior to that of the Zhao family, housing many experts, including some who had reached the eighth or ninth level of the Heavenly Martial Realm, or even the first or second level of the King Martial Realm.

With Qin Changye's current combat strength, he can only use his trump card when facing a master of this level.

That's a desperate tactic; while it may provide a temporary burst of power, it has a significant backlash on the body afterwards.

Therefore, three people are needed as helpers.

Qin Changye's decision not to reveal his identity to the three directly was also a result of careful consideration.

Storming the Prime Minister's residence is no small matter.

Their identities remain shrouded in mystery, and the fabricated Invincible Alliance serves as their backing, making the three feel that they possess noble status and profound background.

If they knew that his true identity was just a down-on-his-luck prince with no background, although the probability of them betraying him would be extremely low, they would still inevitably have some reservations.

Besides, you can't see into someone's heart.

Loyalty spoken is never enough; actions speak louder than words.

Today's attack on the Prime Minister's residence is not only a test from Qin Changye, but also a pledge of loyalty they must submit.

After reading the contents of the jade slip, the three of them remained silent for a moment.

Ren Pingsheng was the first to raise his head and lower his voice, saying, "My master told me to accompany Qin Changye to storm the Prime Minister's residence. I'll go first."

"Wait." Master Ta stopped Ren Pingsheng. "My master gave me the same instructions. I will go with you to storm the Prime Minister's mansion."

Li Yourong put the communication jade slip into her pocket: "I... man, let me go to the Prime Minister's residence too, let's go together."

Since they were going to storm the Prime Minister's residence, the three of them wore masks to cover their faces, just to be on the safe side.

Night slowly descended.

The moon was obscured by thick clouds, leaving only a narrow white border visible.

The cool moonlight slowly shone down, falling on the gate of the Prime Minister's residence, illuminating the two stone lions that were over ten feet tall, and also illuminating the huge plaque bestowed by the emperor.

The entire Prime Minister's residence was brightly lit.

In Bai Cha's mourning hall, Bai Yanlang picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, as if waiting for some good news.

Before him, Bai Cha's memorial tablet lay quietly, with various pastries she had enjoyed in her lifetime placed in front of it.

"You brat from the Qin family, I can tolerate your father breaking three of my eldest son's legs and then breaking three of mine. But you shouldn't have killed my most precious daughter."

Dragons have scales that cannot be touched; to touch them is certain death.

His daughter was his greatest Achilles' heel.

Bai Yanlang looked up at Bai Cha's memorial tablet, a brief sadness flashing in his eyes: "Daughter, wait a little longer, and your brothers will come to offer sacrifices to your spirit in heaven with Qin Changye's head."

Just then, a commotion arose outside.

Bai Yanlang stood up abruptly from his chair and waved to the butler waiting beside him: "What are you all standing there for? Qiu Mei and the others must have returned with Qin Changye's head. Hurry up and prepare the feast!"