Chapter Thirteen: The Azure Blood Seal

  The days of an outer sect disciple are very ordinary, nothing out of the ordinary. In the world of cultivators, the cultivation of a postnatal realm is equivalent to that of an ordinary person and does not count as a true cultivator. Exploring or treasure hunting are all matters for inner sect disciples and above, and have little to do with a disciple like Wang Qian.

  Time flies, Wang Qian is immersed in the world of cultivation, and every breakthrough is a kind of joy and enlightenment.

  From the ninth turn of Lian Ti Jue practice to the beginning of the first turn of Yi Jin stage, Wang Qian no longer stayed in Qing Yun Mountain every day, but began to go out and travel.

  The Tianyuan continent is vast, with countless people. Just the three empires controlled by the Qingyun Gate have a population of tens of billions, with countless merchants, commoners, and rivers and lakes heroes.

  To broaden his horizons, Wang Qian's footprints almost traversed the mountains and rivers, walking among the common people, observing the world's phenomena, taking countless risks, understanding human emotions, using human nature to infer the heavenly way, grasping a thread of the heavenly way's operation from the complex worldly dust. As a result, his spiritual cultivation greatly increased, his soul's realm continuously expanded, and the speed of growth was so rapid that even he himself was shocked.

  "It seems that the Great Way is boundless, omnipresent, obscure and vague, beyond naming or description."

  Wang Qian stood on the land of Zhao Wu Empire, looking up at the sky with a slow and melancholic expression. He was wearing a green robe, his tall and slender figure exuding an aura that seemed to nurture a layer of misty light, full of power that dominated the world. Sometimes he had the air of a refined scholar, sometimes that of a heroic overlord, and these two opposing auras blended perfectly on him, making him stand out even more from the crowd. The bustling throngs of people unconsciously parted to clear a path for him.

  Wang Qian continued to apply his own wisdom, deducing his own path of cultivation, but only felt a vast obscurity, and even more felt that the Heavenly Way was high and far-off, while he himself was still just a weak and small ant in front of the great Heavenly Way since ancient times, unable to stir up any waves.

  "Round and penetrating wisdom, both body and application are cultivated simultaneously. My current spiritual realm has reached the peak of the middle stage of foundation building, and I can break through to the late stage of foundation building at any time. This is the cultivation of the body, but the Nine Turns Body Refining Technique and the various combat methods in the Lian Tian Jue Fa are not yet fully integrated. While my Dao heart has been established, I also need power to subdue demons and evil spirits, and protect my Dao heart. Moreover, this Nine Turns Body Refining Technique will only have a major breakthrough during battle, and solely relying on bitter practice is not very effective."

  Wang Gan's mind was very clear about his own cultivation path and he was no longer as confused as he was at the beginning.

  It just so happened that the Zhao Wu Empire and the Snow Night Empire were at war, so he simply joined the army from a small soldier.

  In today's Tianyuan Continent, numerous countries exist, appearing complex and chaotic. However, according to Wang Qian's understanding over the past few days, the situation is actually very clear-cut. Almost every ordinary country has a shadow of a Xiu Zhen sect behind it, which is understandable. Xiu Zhen is not about cutting off emotions or desires, nor is it about avoiding worldly affairs. On the contrary, every Xiu Zhen sect needs massive resources, such as spiritual stones, magical artifacts, divine materials, and population, to develop and expand. For a sect to have a long-lasting legacy and avoid extinction, it needs talented disciples who can support the entire sect's power. These talented disciples come from ordinary countries. The more territory a sect controls and the larger its population, the more top-notch talents it will have. Conversely, if a Xiu Zhen sect has no influence in an ordinary country, it will eventually decline and disappear into the annals of history.

  How many sects of Taoism have disappeared due to lack of successors? This was also the case when Emperor Tianyuan unified the world and was jointly attacked by the angry Xianmen sect. The giant Wang Chao quickly disappeared, and even he himself suffered a disaster, his corpse was finally obtained by Wang Qian.

  Zhao Wu Empire, the mortal realm controlled by Qing Yun Men, is vast in area and has a population of hundreds of millions. How many excellent disciples can be found among them? Think about selecting from tens of millions of people, what kind of concept is that?

  The Snow Night Empire, with the Fallen Star Sect behind it, has a similar influence to the Qingyun Gate. Both belong to the Immortal Path, and although they have not broken out into war, they are constantly competing for resources in various ways. Therefore, the wars between the Zhao Wu Empire and the Snow Night Empire have almost become a convention, with a new war breaking out every ten years or so.

  This time the war broke out, Wang Qian was also coincidental, because he wanted to hone his own skills, so he joined the army of Zhao Wu Empire and went to the border.

  Wang Gan joined the army of Mortal Realm this time, went through wars, and tempered his combat skills. So from the beginning, he regarded himself as a postnatal boundary martial arts master, rather than an undead cultivator who had already reached the Corpse Soldier Boundary, a zombie.

  It was also from this day on that a figure similar to a killing god appeared at the Qingxue Pass.

  His physical body was incredibly resilient, and swords, guns, and spears could not harm him. His strength was boundless, like that of a demon king. As long as he was on the battlefield, he would charge forward unstoppable, wielding a large black iron spear. Wherever the spearhead passed, heads rolled, and blood flowed like a river.

  "General, it's bad! The God of Kill has arrived!"

  A soldier clad in iron armor rushed into a felt yurt with a look of panic and white face, kneeling down to report to a majestic middle-aged man.

  This is the military camp of the Snow Night Empire, where hundreds of thousands of troops gather, with food and grass piled up like mountains, countless heads, bustling and crowded, but it is as quiet as a dark night forest, reflecting the strict discipline of the Snow Night Empire's army and its elite soldiers.

  However, Qin Mu, the commander of this mighty army, now had a worried look on his face. After hearing the soldier's report, his expression changed again and again.

  He let out a cold snort and walked out of the military tent, where someone had already led over a majestic warhorse. Its entire body was as red as hot coals, and below its belly, one could vaguely see a scarlet-colored scale armor. This was the Snow Night Empire's most precious warhorse, the Red Scale Horse, which was said to possess the bloodline of the ferocious beast, the Red Scale Beast. It was said that this horse could travel ten thousand miles in a single day and move as swiftly as the wind.

  Riding on the red-scaled horse, Qin Mu arrived at the front line of the great army in just a few breaths. In the distance, a majestic pass stood tall, like an immortal giant that even the most violent storms could not break through.

  His eyes narrowed, he had already seen the place where the two armies clashed, a blood-red sharp sword, surging forward.

  At this time, it was already the second month since Wang Qian joined the Zhao Wu Empire's army. In these two months, he had been galloping and killing on the battlefield, and countless Snow Night Empire generals died under his God-slaying Halberd.

  Today, the two armies clashed in a fierce battle. He took to the field once more, and before half an hour had passed, his God-slaying Halberd was stained with blood-red hues. Thick strands of blood continued to flow down the blade, and amidst it all, threads of malevolent energy were absorbed by the halberd, further augmenting the power of the divine weapon in his hands.

  Completely treating himself as a mortal general, Wang Qian held the divine halberd and took large strides to slaughter his enemies. A series of dark lights surrounded him, and any enemy soldier who approached him, no matter how strong their armor was, would be instantly killed and turned into a bloody mist.

  "Ah! Devil!"

  A soldier of the Snow Night Empire watched as his comrades fell one by one, their faces pale as snow, their eyes filled with terror. He let out a loud wail and turned to run towards the rear, but alas, where could he escape to? Wang Qian let out a cold hum, his halberd dancing in the air, its blade flashing with a chilling light that sliced through the void. In an instant, it swept past the soldier's throat, and a vibrant line of blood shot up into the sky. The soldier's head fell to the ground, another vengeful spirit added to the tally.

  Qin Mu saw that Wang Qian was in the midst of the two armies, wildly slashing and killing like a divine sword from another world, brutally charging into the ocean of people, piercing through with great force, splashing up a string of blood rivers.

  "This man is really ferocious, just like a terrifying fierce beast! Not like an ordinary person, even the most powerful martial general is not his opponent!"

  Qin Mu's mind was shocked, he saw with his own eyes that dozens of sharp long spears were inserted directly into Wang Qian's body, but they had no effect at all. A faint blue aura flashed, and all the cold iron spears were shattered into powder. As for those soldiers, their lives were naturally taken away.

  Wang Qian was ferocious and murderous, but his mind was as clear as water, without a single ripple. The trajectory of the big halberd in his hand became more and more mysterious, with an inexplicable charm within.

  As for Qin Mu's distant observation, he naturally knew nothing about it. Even if he did know, he probably wouldn't care because they were not on the same level as opponents. Think of a mortal general compared to this ferocious zombie - even an ant would be more than that.

  On the edge of the battlefield, as time passed, Qin Mu's face grew increasingly somber, because that killing god was too terrifying. Almost within a hundred meters around him, it had become a blank slate, with no one able to survive under that bloody halberd.

  "This can't go on like this anymore! Someone come and invite Master Xingyun over!"

  At the word of command, a messenger had already run off at his side.

  Wang Qian's mind was calm and his spirit was tranquil, the big halberd in his hand swung back and forth, he didn't know how many heads had fallen, when suddenly he felt a cold killing intent surging towards him from afar.

  A young man in white clothes walked from the edge of the battlefield, with a handsome face and an ethereal temperament, as if he was a proud son of heaven. The soldiers who were killing each other on the road he passed by suddenly calmed down, and involuntarily dodged to one side, as if they had seen a fierce beast or a flood.

  This person is the Star Cloud Young Master in Qin Mu's mouth, an inner disciple of the Fallen Star Sect. This time he came down from the mountain to practice and happened to arrive at the Snow Night Empire. When the Qingxue Pass war began, he was treated as a guest by Qin Mu. Originally, he was not interested in these mortal wars, but just now, he was informed by Qin Mu's soldiers that there was a killer-like figure on the battlefield, massacring and killing freely. Only then did he become slightly interested and came out to take a look.

  The cruel and brutal scene of slaughter was seen by him.

  "Hmm? Among mortals, he's considered a master, but in my eyes, he's just a slightly larger ant. This Qin Mu is somewhat sensible, but the Snow Night Empire has the Luoxing Sect backing it. This person's slaughter will ultimately not be tolerated, so let's take care of him."

  With a faint glance, the Star Cloud Young Master sentenced Wang Qian to death. As a cultivator who had reached the Great Completion stage of the Innate Period, Wang Qian was nothing but an ordinary person in his eyes, and killing him wasn't a big deal at all.

  The congenital late-stage cultivator was the absolute king on this battlefield. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Wang Qian.