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

Li Xuanba.

This old general, who had spent most of his life in the military, took off his old robe, which had been washed until it was faded, and put on the old military uniform that had long since faded before he retired from the army.

The spatial ring he held in his hand contained 987,453 spirit stones.

It has whole numbers and fractions.

This is all the wealth the Li family has!

"Young Master Qin, this is what I obtained by selling my family property. I have no grandson, my lineage is over, and I have no use for the family property in the future. Besides, Bufan has committed such a great mistake. I am donating this money as an atonement for his sins."

In front of everyone, Qin Changye interrupted Li Xuanba. He didn't want to tarnish General Li's lifelong reputation, so after killing Li Bufan, he did not announce his crime of treason.

Li Xuanba waved his hand and said, "If you're wrong, you should admit it. If you're going to be beaten, you should stand up straight. It's a fact that Bufan colluded with the barbarian country. There's no need to hide it."

He is my grandson. He made a mistake, and I bear some responsibility for not disciplining him properly. Before I came here, I had already written to Her Majesty the Empress, requesting that she strip me of my title of Grand General.

He lived a life of integrity and honesty, but in his old age, he personally killed his only grandson, squandered his fortune, and stripped himself of his noble title.

Standing on the street in full view of everyone, I still stand tall and straight, with a clear conscience.

Then, the Marquis of Zhennan squeezed out of the crowd, followed by a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, with a brand-new long sword at his waist.

That was his youngest son.

"Young Master Qin, this is my third son. Please take him to the northern battlefield."

The Marquis of Zhennan made a startling remark.

Everyone knows that the Marquis of Zhennan had three sons. The eldest son was born mentally challenged, the second son disappeared later in life, leaving only this third son, who was extremely talented and was the most pampered by his father since childhood.

They truly treated her like a precious gem, afraid she would melt if they held her in their mouths or break if they held her in their hands.

They used to be protected by many guards when they traveled, but now they're actually willing to send them to the most brutal northern battlefield?

Facing the questioning gazes of the crowd, Marquis Zhennan looked at Qin Changye, his tone more serious than ever before: "I once heard that at the Taiping Poetry Gathering, you sternly rebuked Her Highness the Princess, saying that the Great Zhou Dynasty belongs to the soldiers on the border, to the common people, and also to Her Highness the Princess. I think that makes a lot of sense. This Great Zhou also belongs to us high-ranking officials and nobles. We enjoy the best resources of the Great Zhou, and we should do our part for the peace of the Great Zhou."

These powerful words left many people deep in thought.

He then looked at his third son, whom he had doted on since childhood: "Third son, listen to me. Your old man is old, unable to mount a horse or wield a sword. Going to the Northern Border would only be a burden. But you are still young. This trip to the Northern Border is not for gilding your resume or for tempering your skills, but solely for killing the enemy. If you dare to be cowardly and desert in the face of battle, I will be the first to break your legs and remove you from the family register. But if you fight bravely and die on the battlefield, I will tell your mother that you are not a coward, and I will even add a separate page for you in the family register."

The boy nodded emphatically, then knelt on one knee and gave Qin Changye a military salute that was still somewhat immature but serious enough.

The actions of the Marquis of Zhennan inspired many powerful and influential people present. They dragged their clan members out of gambling dens, brothels, or pleasure boats and brought them to Qin Changye, asking them to accompany him to the northern border to fight the enemy.

……

As night slowly fell, Qin Changye and his entourage set off.

I deliberately chose this time to set off because I didn't want to cause too much of a stir.

However, when he pushed open the gate of the Prince of Qin's mansion, the long street was already packed with people seeing him off.

The people lit countless Kongming lanterns, wishing Qin Changye and his companions a safe and smooth journey to the northern border.

Countless streams of faith flowed into Qin Changye's body.

Qin Changye's cultivation level is only one step away from the fourth level of the King Martial Realm.

"Prince Qin, I am willing to gamble my remaining life a hundred times over, just to ensure your safe return from the Northern Border."

Among the crowd releasing sky lanterns, Ji Ba Xiao, whose face bore donkey hoof prints, watched Qin Changye's departing figure and made a solemn vow.

"I'll go with one!"

Beside him, Niu Ziduan, whose face also bore the marks of donkey hooves, echoed his sentiments with unwavering conviction.

"Young Master Qin, please wait a moment!"

Suddenly, an elderly man with white hair, leaning on a cane, limped up to us. Two large holes had been worn through the knees of his long robe.

Qin Changye recognized the white-haired old man and hurriedly went to greet him. He was the old man whose three sons had died in battle in the northern border and who had been slapped by Tie Yaotiao's men.

"Young Master Qin, this is a safety amulet that I specially obtained from the Great Buddha Temple. It is said to be blessed by the vast Buddhist power and can ensure your safe return."

The white-haired old man tremblingly took out a safety buckle tied with a red string from his bosom.

He really did ask for it!

From here to the Great Buddha Temple on the outskirts of the city, it's a journey of 108,000 steps, requiring one prostration for each step!

Qin Changye could tell at a glance that this safety buckle was made of the cheapest jade and contained no Buddhist blessing whatsoever. It was probably just a scam item from the Great Buddha Temple.

However, the old man's kind intentions are priceless.

He took the safety buckle with both hands and solemnly hung it around his waist in front of everyone.

We saw them off along the thirty-mile-long street.

Qin Changye and his party arrived at the city gate of the imperial city and saw that Zhao Qingcheng had been waiting there for a long time.

She stood alone at the city gate, clad in silver armor and wielding a long spear.

"Now that the hidden dangers of the First Saint Sect have been temporarily resolved, I should return to the Western Frontier."

Zhao Qingcheng looked at Qin Changye and spoke softly.

She had originally thought that the arrival of people from the Chusheng Sect would be a huge problem.

She was even prepared to fight to the death for Qin Changye.

As a result, the people from the Chusheng Sect came and went, without even a flick of their sleeves or a trace of cloud left behind...

Of course, she also knew that the person who came from the Chu Sheng Sect this time was probably the only good person in this den of demons. When the truth came out in the future, the person who came from the Chu Sheng Sect again would not be a good person!

However, that's a matter for the future. At worst, I'll risk my life for Qin Changye again then!

After a pause, Zhao Qingcheng continued in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Want to gamble with me again?"

Qin Changye looked back at Zhao Qingcheng and blurted out, "What are we betting on?"

Zhao Qingcheng: "Let's bet on whether you go to the Northern Border and defeat the barbarian army first, or I return to the Western Frontier and defeat the Divine Dynasty army first."

Qin Changye immediately became interested: "What's the stake?"

Zhao Qingcheng's usually cold and beautiful face flushed slightly in the moonlight, a rare blush appearing on her cheeks: "You win. I'll go to the bridal chamber with you."

She paused, turned her face away, and added, "It really was a wedding night!"

Qin Changye's interest grew even stronger: "What if I lose?"

Zhao Qingcheng continued, "You lost, but I'll still go to the bridal chamber with you, and I really will!"

Qin Changye was immediately puzzled: "Then what's the difference between winning and losing?"

"Of course there's a difference," Zhao Qingcheng said earnestly, "and the difference is huge!"