I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes-Chapter 760 - The man standing at the pinnacle of royal power
Chapter 760: The man standing at the pinnacle of royal power! (Vote for monthly tickets and subscribe)
Chapter 760: The man standing at the pinnacle of royal power! (Vote for monthly tickets and subscribe)
The news of South Marquis leading an army of thirty thousand to a crushing defeat at the hands of the Liyue Sword Sect spread swiftly.
Nobody could have anticipated it; thirty thousand troops against a single sect, even if it was a Great Grandmaster, what is thirty thousand? Stacked up, if each person took a single chop, they could surely kill a Great Grandmaster.
But what went around in the martial world now…
One man defeated thirty thousand.
Is that even possible?
…
Inside Mansion of King Mu.
The entire room was silent as a grave.
It took a moment for someone to recover from the shock: “I still feel that this news… is too fake. One man against thirty thousand, even the books would hardly dare write it this way, right?”
He looked around, seemingly seeking affirmation from those around him.
However, his third brother said solemnly, “He is versed in both martial arts and techniques. According to the information we have now, he can control lightning, control mountains and rivers… Do you think such a person is someone ordinary people can deal with? I’m afraid even thirty thousand Great Grandmasters would need to join forces just to have a chance at restraining him.”
“Thirty thousand Great Grandmasters…”
Everyone gave a wry smile.
Let alone the Ancient Yao Light Country, even if the surrounding nations were counted, they likely couldn’t muster up even three hundred Great Grandmasters.
“Nevertheless, I’m very curious, is this really still a technique?” Third brother said with a forced smile, looking at Mu Wang sitting in the highest seat, “I’ve never heard of a Master Technique who could be so powerful?”
It’s a pity that there were no cameras in this world; otherwise, if they saw photographs, they could have dispelled the doubts in their hearts and understood even more how those thirty thousand soldiers fled in utter panic and fear.
Mu Wang was silent for a moment before suddenly saying, “Thousand Tigers should be back soon. He spoke with that Elder Pei, let’s wait till he returns to ask about it.”
“My Xu Family has, after all, done a favor for Pei Jinye. Even if Thousand Peng offended him before, considering this favor, in the future, we ought to receive more kindness, shouldn’t we?”
“I suggest that we arrange for some of the younger members of our Xu Family to visit the Liyue Sword Sect. If they could learn some techniques from that person…”
Everyone exchanged glances, seemingly moved by the suggestion.
“Quick, hurry and urge Thousand Tigers to come back soon to discuss the content of their conversation!”
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“Teacher,” Sima Yingjun looked at Pei Jinye with eyes wide with longing. “Uncle Qian told me, did you really defeat an army of thirty thousand with your sword alone? Teacher, you really are a reincarnation of a God Immortal… Ah, that’s not right, are you a God Immortal descended to earth?”
Pei Jinye did not answer his question but motioned for him to sit down instead.
Sima Yingjun was filled with regret in his heart.
He cultivated too late into the night, which led to oversleeping in the morning, missing the incredible battle.
He vaguely remembered being woken up by a tremendous thunderclap.
Then, when he came out, he heard Qian the shopkeeper speaking about “God Immortal on earth,” soon followed by news of his teacher facing thirty thousand enemies alone. Just hearing the account made him feel stirred, let alone those who witnessed it in person.
That was precisely why.
He was even more vexed.
Not being able to witness his teacher’s legendary moment was truly regrettable.
“How is the Sword Cultivation Skill coming along?” Pei Jinye asked.
“I have managed to cycle through seven Little Zhoutians,” Sima Yingjun honestly replied, not daring to fabricate on such a matter.
Thirty-six Little Zhoutians make one Great Zhoutian.
After nine Great Zhoutians is completion.
Sima Yingjun dared not feel proud for reaching the seventh Little Zhoutian within a month, questioning if this could be considered genius.
He always did as Pei Jinye instructed, never daring to cut corners.
“That’s acceptable,” Pei Jinye nodded. “Perform your cultivation techniques for me to see.”
Sima Yingjun did as he was told.
After a short while, once he finished, he looked at Pei Jinye eagerly.
“Not bad, when you regulate your breath, it can be a bit smoother,” Pei Jinye instructed.
Sima Yingjun listened attentively.
After doing as instructed, he found that following Pei Jinye’s method, his breath became steadier, and there was a faint tendency to enter the eighth Little Zhoutian.
He quickly looked at Pei Jinye with surprise and delight.
“Teacher.”
Pei Jinye watched his excited expression and lightly smiled. “Today, I’ll teach you another cultivation technique.”
“Teacher, I… I’m so thrilled,” Sima Yingjun said upon hearing that Pei Jinye would teach him a new technique. He wished he could kowtow to Pei Jinye right then and there.
Pei Jinye raised his hand, beckoning him to sit down.
“This technique is called “Drawing Blood Art”. Sit down, and I will impart this technique to you.”
Sima Yingjun hurriedly sat down.
…
Half an hour later.
Sima Yingjun left the main peak, muttering to himself, as if afraid of forgetting some essentials.
“Little brother,” Sima Manli greeted, only to be ignored, which left her bewildered as she turned to Qian the shopkeeper, who could offer no assistance.
“Strange.”
Sima Manli watched her brother’s retreating figure.
“Miss, shall I go over and ask?” Qian the shopkeeper inquired.
“Forget it.”
Sima Manli shook her head. “I’m off to the plantation. I’ve boiled fish soup at home; it should be ready in about the time it takes an incense stick to burn. You and my brother can have it when you get back.”
“Yes, miss,” Qian the shopkeeper watched Sima Manli leave, noticing the lunchbox in the miss’s hands, briefly lost in thought.
…
Inside the main peak.
Sima Manli watched as Pei Jinye finished the fish soup she had boiled and then said, “Everything is going well at the plantation, but I’ve discovered there’s still a lot of land on the back mountain that could be cultivated.”
Pei Jinye listened to her report and nodded. “Okay, you arrange it, and I will have Si Zhonghe coordinate manpower to assist you.”
Sima Manli proceeded to carry out the task.
As a legendary businesswoman who led the Sima family to become one of Nan Du City’s prominent families, Sima Manli’s execution and logic were certainly top-notch.
Entrusting the plantation to her was one of the most correct decisions Pei Jinye had made.
…
The next morning.
The Imperial Court sent a message.
They hoped to bury the hatchet and the old Emperor even more so wished for Pei Jinye to serve the nation. He wanted the Liyue Sword Sect disciples to go to the front lines to block the rebel Mu Wang.
Pei Jinye had only one word in response: “Leave.”
It indeed had a strange effect.
After that, the people from the Imperial Court never showed up again.
Ten days later.
More than a dozen cities, including Jiangnan and Nan Du City, were successively conquered by Mu Wang, his momentum unstoppable, winning battle after battle.
Speaking of which, he had to thank Pei Jinye.
If it weren’t for Pei Jinye’s killing of South Marquis, causing the loss of troops and breaking the confidence of the Central South Three Parts,
he couldn’t possibly have broken through the first line of defense of the Central South Three Parts within ten days.
The current situation was surprisingly good.
Mu Wang was only three steps away from his Dragon Throne.
The two lines of defense of the Central South Three Parts,
and the final Imperial Capital.
“Issue the order, we must take Huazhou today.”
“Yes.”
…
The Governor of Huazhou sought an audience with the Liyue Sword Sect, pleading for their intervention.
But Pei Jinye couldn’t care less.
The Governor of Huazhou, having been refused several times, was so angry that he cursed at the Liyue Sword Sect for lacking conscience and accused them of betraying their ancestors.
…
Atop the grand hall.
Wang Shouzhi looked toward Zuo Feizhi.
Zuo Feizhi glared back and said irritably, “Don’t look at me, I don’t even know why the Sword Master summoned us here today.”
“You don’t know?”
“I really don’t.”
Before Wang Shouzhi could ask anything more, Zuo Feizhi quickly added, “The Sword Master has arrived.”
“We pay our respects to the Sword Master.”
The two bowed to Si Zhonghe in greeting.
“No need to be so formal. I called for you today because of a matter entrusted by Teacher Pei,” Si Zhonghe indicated for the two to sit down.
“Please, Sword Master, give your command,” Zuo Feizhi said earnestly.
“Mu Wang has already advanced to Huazhou. Teacher Pei has ordered that we protect the safety of the refugees.”
“What about the Governor of Huazhou…” Wang Shouzhi tentatively asked.
Si Zhonghe looked at him and said indifferently, “The battle for the throne has nothing to do with us; what we care about are the common people at dawn.”
“Sword Master, we understand.”
…
In front of the great army,
Mu Wang looked at a letter in his hand. After reading it, he raised his head and looked at Xu Qianshu, “Issue the order, no harm must come to any of the citizens.”
“Yes, big brother,” Xu Qianshu replied.
Xu Qianshu didn’t leave right away but couldn’t help saying, “Big brother, Thousand Tigers has realized his mistake, maybe you could…”
“There’s no room for discussion on this matter, let him keep kneeling!” Mu Wang said indifferently.
Seeing this, Xu Qianshu could only leave with a mix of emotions.
Mu Wang looked in the direction of the Imperial Capital.
…
That night,
Nearly a hundred thousand troops battled in Central South Three Parts, resulting in rivers of blood and war fires lasting three months.
It seemed as if, fearing provoking a certain man, both sides maintained a sort of restraint, and the area near the Liyue Sword Sect became a surprisingly neutral zone.
No one broke this balance.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
Atop the main peak,
Pei Jinye had been refining the Yuan Shen Mirror for half a month, and up to now, he had only managed to refine one-fifth of it.
Considering how long it took him to refine just one-fifth of the mirror with his current spiritual power, one could imagine just how insanely powerful it was.
After ending the day’s refining,
Pei Jinye went to see Sima Yingjun. When Qian the shopkeeper saw him again, he behaved completely like a junior and tactfully left.
“Sir, Mu Wang isn’t really intending to become the New Emperor, is he?” Sima Yingjun asked curiously.
Pei Jinye looked at him, “Why, do you have a problem with that?”
Sima Yingjun chuckled awkwardly, “How would a small person like me dare to have any objections? It’s just that the Xu Family has always been so domineering in Jiangnan. Aside from Mu Wang, who is very shrewd, the others really leave something to be desired.”
Pei Jinye just laughed, not really caring, and teased, “Do you want to be Emperor?”
Sima Yingjun was so frightened he nearly fell to the ground.
“Please, please don’t torment me, sir. I’d like to live a few more years.”
“Ambition,” Pei Jinye mocked, then nodded for him to demonstrate his practice.
Thirty minutes later,
Sima Manli appeared with freshly stewed fish soup.
Three days afterward,
the Central South Three Parts were completely overtaken by Mu Wang’s army.
It was also on this evening,
As Mu Wang’s army pulled back fifty li from the Liyue Sword Sect, he came personally to visit.
“Xu Qiansheng, I have faced Elder Pei.”
Pei Jinye had his back to him and continued to flip through an ancient tome.
Xu Qiansheng fixed his gaze on Pei Jinye’s back, cupped his fists and said, “Elder, I have no ill-intent in coming here. If I seize the throne, all under heaven will be in my hands, which I will offer for Elder’s use. This is my bargaining chip, all I ask is that you give my Xu Family a chance to survive.”
After a long pause,
Xu Qiansheng showed no sign of slackening.
It was then that Pei Jinye’s voice came,
“Granted.”
