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

The weasel phantom instantly let out a mournful howl.

At the same time, the illusion shattered, and all the oppressive and eerie atmosphere vanished.

Then, the weasel phantom began to transform. It didn't turn into a stunningly beautiful woman, nor into a god with unparalleled combat power, but instead truly became... a pile of shit!

Then, it fell to the ground with a thud and smashed to pieces.

puff!

Tie Yongsheng uncontrollably coughed up a mouthful of black blood. He glared at Qin Changye, furious: "You bastard, do you know what you've done? You've ruined twenty years of my cultivation!"

He spent a full twenty years cultivating this weasel-like appearance, during which time he opened illusions and sought the seal from hundreds of people, succeeding each time.

Today, he only needs to succeed once more, and the quantitative change will lead to the qualitative change. His weasel-like appearance will be perfected, and he will step into the pinnacle of physiognomy!

But Qin Changye's words ruined everything...

Twenty years of hard work, and now we're back at a new starting point!

He hates it!

At this moment, his eyes were practically spitting fire as he looked at Qin Changye. He was truly going all out, burning his life essence and activating a forbidden technique to greatly enhance his combat power in a short period of time.

Qin Changye was once again at a disadvantage.

"You can't beat me. Kneel down right now and kowtow three times. I might spare your life since you're about to marry into my cousin's family."

Tie Yongsheng said coldly, "Qin Changye ruined my cultivation, and I, who am vengeful, will certainly not let Qin Changye off the hook."

He simply wanted to humiliate Qin Changye severely in front of many people of the Great Zhou before killing him.

Let these people of the Great Zhou see for themselves that the son of the Invincible War King is a coward who would kneel before the barbarians and beg for mercy just to save his life.

"Can't beat you?"

Qin Changye looked up at the night sky, then gently shook his head and said, "Let's wait a few breaths before looking again!"

Tie Yongsheng didn't understand what Qin Changye meant by those words.

A few breaths passed quickly, and the crescent moon in the night sky moved to the center of the firmament.

A new day has begun.

On the first level of the Burial Tower, the dark red burial soil began to tremble slightly, and many streams of red energy rose from the buried corpses, rushing into Qin Changye's body.

Qin Changye's cultivation bottleneck was shattered instantly, and his cultivation level leaped to the tenth level of the Heavenly Martial Realm.

"Yesterday, I might not have been able to beat you!"

Qin Changye continued looking at Tie Yongsheng, his tone calm yet firm: "But today, if I can't defeat you in one move, I'll consider it a loss!"

He twirled the ink sword halfway in his hand, and an unprecedentedly sharp sword light swept across the courtyard.

Tie Yongsheng instinctively raised his martial sword to block, but the usually indestructible sword broke instantly under the sword light.

The sword light continued to slash at Tie Yongsheng's chest, breaking countless ribs.

He looked down at the horrific sword wound on his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Qin Changye, a person whose cultivation was only at the Heavenly Martial Realm, personally shattered his twenty years of cultivation and easily defeated him with a single sword strike...

In a daze, he seemed to see the invincible war king who had once oppressed the barbarian kingdom and made it hard for them to breathe, had returned!

Just as Qin Changye was about to deliver the final blow to Tie Yongsheng, a hurried voice rang out: "Young Master Qin, spare his life!"

A young man dressed in brocade official robes stumbled out from the crowd; he was Zhen Shabi, the son of the Vice Minister of Rites.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Qin Changye, a fawning smile on his face: "Young Master Qin, please give me some face and spare his life!"

Qin Changye smiled.

When he was at a disadvantage, Zhen Shabi hid in the crowd and did not show himself.

Now that Tie Yongsheng is about to die, Zhen Shabi has jumped out in a panic?

"Who do you think you are? You dare to ask me for face?"

Without the slightest pause, Qin Changye swiftly and decisively slashed down with his ink-black sword.

Tie Yongsheng's head flew off his shoulder, arced through the air, and landed right at Zhen Shabi's feet, colliding with his brand-new official boots.

Zhen Shabi looked down at the head still bleeding at his feet, and was so frightened that he took several steps back and fell to the ground with a thud, no longer daring to speak.

The remaining barbarian warriors, seeing that their most powerful leader, Tie Yongsheng, was dead, dared not fight any longer. One by one, they threw down their weapons, knelt on the ground in humiliation, and became prisoners.

After killing Tie Yongsheng, Qin Changye was about to leave for the next place when he suddenly stopped.

He smelled a strong stench of blood from deep within the martial arts school.

"What kind of place is that?" Qin Changye's gaze swept across the courtyard and landed on the deepest part, where there was a large black house without a single window.

The barbarian warriors kneeling on the ground remained silent, heads bowed, not daring to look at Qin Changye. Several of them even visibly trembled.

Zhen Shabi quickly approached Qin Changye, his face filled with even greater fear than when he had seen Tie Yongsheng's head fall to the ground: "Young Master Qin, that's just a storeroom for storing miscellaneous items. There's nothing to see there. We should leave quickly."

Qin Changye slapped Zhen Shabi, who was blocking his way, and sent him flying. Then he strode towards the strange black house.

The large black house was surrounded by a high-grade array with intricate spiritual patterns and a powerful aura, completely sealing it off.

Zhen Shabi got up from the ground, covered his face, and said, "Young Master Qin, that's a Heaven-level formation. It's impossible to break. We shouldn't waste it."

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Changye had already extended his finger and gently touched the weakest point of the formation.

The entire formation was like a punctured balloon, its spiritual patterns shattering inch by inch before vanishing with a deafening roar.

Zhen Shabi stared wide-eyed at Qin Changye, who effortlessly broke through the formation, and strode towards the large iron gate. His lips trembled violently as he thought to himself, "I'm doomed."

The large iron gate was kicked open by Qin Changye.

Then, in the dim moonlight, upon closer inspection, the scene inside made everyone gasp in shock.

Hundreds of children, both boys and girls, were imprisoned here. The youngest was only five or six years old, and the oldest was no more than twelve or thirteen.

They were pale and so thin they were practically skin and bones.

Everyone's arms, neck, and even thighs were covered with countless blood holes. Some of the blood holes had scabbed over, while others were still bleeding.

In the very center of the house, there was a row of earthenware jars, filled with bright red blood.

Next to them was a stone platform, on which lay several motionless children, their bodies shriveled, clearly drained of blood.

Upon seeing Qin Changye enter through the door, the hundreds of children shrank back instinctively, as if they had seen a demon, their heads bowed and trembling, not daring to look at Qin Changye.

In the corner, a slightly older but very thin boy took out half a cold, hard piece of mixed flour cake from his chest and stuffed it into the hand of a big-eyed girl next to him.

Then, he gritted his teeth, seemingly mustered all his courage, stood up, and strode towards Qin Changye.

His tone was timid yet firm: "Sir, could you please not draw Nannan's blood this time? She slept for a long time after the last blood draw. Please draw my blood instead, I have plenty of blood."

As he spoke, he climbed onto the stone platform beside him, raising his arm, which was covered with countless blood holes, his movements so practiced it was heartbreaking.

At this moment, Qin Changye's face was frighteningly cold.

Whether in his past life or this one, Qin Changye is not a saint who is solely dedicated to saving people from suffering, nor does he have the obsession with "the whole city is filled with lamentations, all for the sake of saving the common people."

But at this moment, they watched helplessly as the children of the Great Zhou, on the land of the Great Zhou, even in the most prosperous area of ​​the Great Zhou capital, were kept by the demons of the barbarian kingdom, their blood slowly drained from their bodies...

The killing intent in Qin Changye's heart still erupted uncontrollably.

He bent down, placed his hands on the boy's thin shoulders, and gently pulled him up from the cold, hard stone platform.

"I'm not here to draw your blood."

He tried to soften his voice, speaking in as calm a tone as possible: "I'm here to take you home."

Come back home?

Not only the little boy, but hundreds of children in the big house were stunned.

This word is too distant for them, so distant that it seems unreal.

They were all orphans who had lost their parents and made a living by begging on the streets and scavenging leftover food.

Though the world is vast, where is their home now?

"From now on, the Qin Prince's Mansion will be your home."

Qin Changye continued, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every child.

A wake-up call!

In the corner, the little girl named "Nannan" cautiously peeked out, her big eyes looking timidly at Qin Changye, and asked tentatively, "Will they still draw our blood when we go to the Qin Prince's mansion?"

Qin Changye leaned down to meet her gaze, forcing a smile: "No, never again."

At that moment, a ray of moonlight poured in from outside the door and fell right on him, bathing him in a sacred glow.

The little girl's large, empty eyes suddenly lit up with a long-lost light, and she blurted out, "Big brother, are you a fairy?"