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

He paused for a moment, then added, "Not many of my clansmen are capable of cultivation. Even those few who are, their talent is mediocre. Using this level of cultivation resources might cause them to burst their bodies, and keeping it around would be a dangerous thing."

However, leaving these resources to you will help you progress faster. Please don't refuse them; consider it my investment in you.

A golden carp is no ordinary fish; it transforms into a dragon when it encounters wind and clouds.

I firmly believe that with the potential you have shown today, as long as you continue to develop properly, you will one day reach the pinnacle of sainthood.

"If on that day, in the Stone City of the Great Xia Dynasty, my Bai family still exists, I hope you will take pity on my Bai family in consideration of the resources you provided today."

After Bai Wuchen finished speaking, he bowed ninety degrees to Qin Changye and sincerely thanked him.

Then, he turned and left.

The north wind howled, blowing his black hair and white clothes. His steps were firm as he walked step by step toward the fiery pit he knew would devour him.

However, Qin Changye caught up with him as soon as he reached the city gate of the imperial city.

Then he took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom and tossed it far away.

Bai Wuchen caught it casually and looked down. Inside the bottle was a grayish pill, not round in shape, without any luster, and emitting a strong burnt smell.

He paused for a moment, then asked, "What is this?"

"Due to time constraints and limited medicinal materials, I can only refine one Soul Pill that is not a complete product."

Qin Changye solemnly instructed: "When your master's youngest son tries to possess your body, secretly take this Soul Pill. Your soul will be greatly enhanced in a short period of time, and you can even ignore the puppet pill's taming effect on you. Then, you can possess the other party's soul instead."

At that time, in your master's eyes, you will be his youngest son.

But in reality, you are still you.

Qin Changye paused for a moment, then continued, "There are too few good people. I don't want a good person like you to lose so miserably."

Bai Wuchen looked at the grayish pill in his hand, and then at Qin Changye's departing figure. His eyes suddenly felt wet, as if sand had gotten into them.

He certainly didn't believe that Qin Changye could refine such a grayish-brown pill, which couldn't even be considered a pill, into some kind of divine soul pill with such heaven-defying effects.

However, a gift of a goose feather sent from afar carries great meaning, even if it is a small gift.

He carefully kept the little dumpling close to his heart.

……

We're setting off for the North tomorrow.

When Qin Changye returned to the Qin King's Mansion, he found stacks of spirit stones and supplies that had been confiscated from the liaison office of the barbarian spies and the homes of the traitors of the Great Zhou.

Xiuer squatted down beside her, carefully tallying up the money: "We still have 300,000 spirit stones left from the Zhao family, 500,000 left from the Prime Minister's residence, and 1.2 million left from the Sixth Prince's residence. Adding the money we've won from raiding the homes of those traitors these past few days, as well as the winnings from several bets, we've accumulated nearly 6 million spirit stones in total."

Six million spirit stones!

It sounds like a lot, but it's not much to support an army of 100,000 in the North.

Soon, the Vice Minister of Revenue, sent by the Empress, arrived.

He was followed by a convoy of carts, which were piled with grain and weapons, but the quantity was pitifully small.

Upon seeing Qin Changye, he jogged up to him, but his face showed a troubled expression: "Young Master Qin, His Majesty is considerate of the soldiers in the northern border, but the national treasury is really tight, so he specially ordered me to send these provisions and weapons as a token of his regards."

In fact, the national treasury was not particularly strained, but when he asked the Empress for military supplies, even after repeated requests, the Empress insisted on giving him only such meager amounts.

Even the provisions and weapons right in front of him were mostly purchased with his own money.

Qin Changye looked at the rather meager dozens of carts of grain and fodder, and before he could speak, Li Yourong stepped forward first.

She took out a spatial ring and spoke in a voice that was not loud but had a thunderous impact: "I don't know if the national treasury is tight or not, but my Misty Rain Pavilion's treasury is not tight at all. On behalf of Misty Rain Pavilion, I am donating eight million spirit stones."

His words shocked everyone!

The Vice Minister of Revenue stared wide-eyed.

Eight million spirit stones?

This is probably all the savings Yanyu Tower has accumulated over the years.

Li Yourong is really making a big move. Does she not plan to live her life from now on?

Qin Changye couldn't help but wave his hand, "Lord Li, donating two or three million spirit stones is already quite generous. If you donate all your savings, how will Yanyu Tower operate in the future?"

Li Yourong replied firmly, "When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact? If the Great Zhou cannot be stable, or is even destroyed in one day, the Misty Rain Pavilion will not be able to exist."

Spirit stones can be earned back, but if a country is gone, it's truly gone.

As for the operation of Yanyu Tower, I have made all the necessary arrangements. The various businesses under the Chamber of Commerce will continue operating without any problems.

Beside him, Ren Pingsheng took a step forward and took out a list from his pocket.

The list was densely filled with the number of spirit stones, the names and quantities of pills, and each item was followed by a signature in different handwriting.

"Our Dan Pavilion has more than 700 alchemists who donated a total of 2 million spirit stones, 500 second-grade healing pills, and 80 third-grade spirit-restoring pills. Master, due to time constraints, we can only refine these overnight. If it is not enough, I will have them speed up the process and continue refining."

Ta Ye took a swig of wine and said, "Master, I don't have any power behind me, nor many spirit stones. All I have is this old life. If you go to the Northern Territory, I will go with you and try to kill as many barbarians as possible."

Just then, a series of orderly footsteps came from outside.

Qin Changye and his entourage walked out of the Qin Prince's Mansion and onto the main street outside. They saw the Eighth Prince, Zhou Tianwu, leading a group of personal guards who were carrying dozens of heavy iron boxes.

The box was opened, and inside were neatly arranged rows of golden armors, the plates as fine as dragon scales, and the surfaces engraved with inscriptions that possessed defensive properties.

"Four hundred sets of top-grade Heaven-level armor, these are truly my most treasured possessions."

A rare, undisguised sharpness appeared on Zhou Tianwu's usually honest and simple face: "Young Master Qin, you must come back alive! I still want to have a real, all-out sparring match with you!"

During their last life-or-death sparring match, Zhou Tianwu did not break the seal, and his combat power was not even one-third of what it should have been.

Once he breaks the seal, he believes that among the younger generation of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, only Qin Changye is worthy of his attention.

The higher you climb, the colder it gets; being invincible is too lonely!

If Qin Changye dies in the Northern Territory, his future path in martial arts will likely be very lonely!

More and more people gathered to watch, and someone in the crowd shouted, "The Eighth Prince is righteous!"

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar of agreement swept across the entire street.

The other princes stood in the crowd, their faces increasingly grim.

Of course they could choose not to donate anything, but the Eighth Prince has set an example. If they really don't donate anything, how will the people view them?

Anyone who doesn't follow is considered stingy.

Even following along too little won't work.

The eldest prince gritted his teeth and took out two million spirit stones.

The second prince, suppressing his pain, took out one million spirit stones and a batch of military equipment.

……

The Ninth Prince, Zhou Tianxiong, had a face covered in a thick beard, so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

Yesterday at the Marquis's residence, Qin Changye showed him no respect whatsoever, swindling him out of hundreds of thousands of spirit stones and mercilessly killing his favorite young marquis. In the end, he even slapped him in public, causing him to lose face.

He hated Qin Changye to the core, but with everyone watching today, he still had no choice but to take out hundreds of thousands of spirit stones and grit his teeth as he handed them to Qin Changye.

After the nine princes finished making their donations, an old but upright figure suddenly stepped out from the crowd.