Bad News, Founding a Nation, Great Competition

Lost!

For a time, almost everyone who heard this news was speechless.

Countless people were shocked by the news and didn't know what to say.

A clash between blade and spear.

In this world, it has a special meaning.

That is a battle between true pinnacle figures.

One blade, one spear, one is number one in the world, and the other is number two.

The Cloud Top Weapon Compendium's top rankings.

The battle between the two is actually a fight for the position of number one in the world.

But there is another deeper reason, which is... the blade belongs to the Guardian Alliance.

And the spear belongs to the Sole True Sect! For countless years, the blade has been suppressing the spear, which is also the foundation of all righteous martial artists on the entire continent.

But now, the blade has lost a move.

This news is simply earth-shattering! ...

Cloud Top Weapon Compendium, first place, Emotion Severing Blade.

Dreamy world, outside the dream, the blade, severing emotions and breaking intentions, not carefree; tears in the wind, who suffers; on the cloud top, heartless, Xue Fuxiao plays the flute. - Emotion Severing Blade, Xue Fuxiao.

Cloud Top Weapon Compendium, White Bone Dream Shattering Spear. Ranked second! Lonely boat in a sea of blood, white bone spear, bleak wind and bitter rain, broken setting sun; piercing through the myriad dreams of the mortal world, shattered into a petal of fragrance on the tip of the spear. - Dream Shattering Spear, Duan Xiyang.

It is said that this time, Duan Xiyang of the White Bone Spear took the lead in proposing a duel at Purple Moon Peak.

Xue Fuxiao refused to accept the challenge.

So Duan Xiyang of the White Bone Spear suddenly attacked, slaughtering three border cities in three days, and killing more than two million people!

"Xue Fuxiao, if you don't take action for a day, I will slaughter a city for a day!"

Xue Fuxiao angrily accepted the challenge.

Both sides set a battle agreement: If Duan Xiyang wins this battle, the Sole True Sect will establish a nation, and the Guardians shall not interfere.

If Xue Fuxiao wins, the Sole True Sect will lie dormant for five hundred years.

Within five hundred years, they can only operate in secret, without sacrifices, without slaughtering civilians, and without engaging in terrorist activities on the continent.

This agreement left Xue Fuxiao with no way out! ...

The Sole True Sect has been planning to establish a nation for countless times, constantly infiltrating various countries on the continent, and has established armies early on.

But each time they were defeated by the Guardian Alliance.

Xue Fuxiao of the Emotion Severing Blade is high above, overlooking the world, suppressing all who are not convinced! Including Duan Xiyang of the White Bone Spear!

Four hundred years ago, the Sole True Sect planned to establish a nation, overthrowing the Great Yong Dynasty; however, the Guardian Alliance was prepared, gathering countless experts to dismantle the Sole True Sect's nation-building plan.

And took the opportunity to establish the Great Zhao Dynasty.

Extending the national fortune originally belonging to the Great Yong Dynasty to Great Zhao.

The continent's three great empires and nine dynasties all belong to the Guardian Alliance.

Although the Sole True Sect is powerful, it is not recognized by the world as orthodox after all.

Without the suppression of national fortune, it will always be a disorganized mess. Only another regime can compete for the right to dominate the government.

If you don't even have a regime, no matter how strong you are, you're just bandits!

That's the principle.

So what the Sole True Sect lacks is this: legitimacy!

For so many years, they have been fighting desperately for this.

Finally, this time, they found an opportunity.

Xue Fuxiao faced Duan Xiyang at Purple Moon Mountain.

The two sides fought for a day and a night.

Xue Fuxiao was horrified to discover that Duan Xiyang was no longer the same as before; this old opponent, who had been suppressed by him for who knows how many years, now had strength surpassing his own!

In fact, in so many years, every time they fought, Xue Fuxiao felt that Duan Xiyang had caught up a lot.

Improving every time.

Until the last time, eighty years ago, he had won very luckily.

This is also the reason why he refused to fight: if he doesn't fight, he is still the number one in the world. In this way, the mountain in the hearts of hundreds of millions of people and martial artists will not collapse! Faith will not collapse! But Duan Xiyang slaughtered a city a day, forcing Xue Fuxiao into a corner. He could only fight! And this battle, as expected.

In the end, even though Xue Fuxiao had used all his strength, he still lost by one move! The White Bone Dream Shattering Spear pierced through his shoulder.

Xue Fuxiao sighed in disappointment, feeling the pain of the white bone spear piercing his body, but it could not compare to the pain in his heart.

Because he knew that from today onwards, the sky had fallen! Duan Xiyang slowly retracted his spear and said indifferently, "You lost. I'm returning the favor of you not killing me the first time!"

Xue Fuxiao smiled bitterly.

"It wasn't that I didn't kill you before, but that I had concerns, so it wasn't showing mercy. You don't owe me anything either."

"Owed is owed."

Duan Xiyang turned and left: "You will die under my spear sooner or later; because the methods we can use, you can't use. And you will never use them!"

Xue Fuxiao: "If I were to do things like you, wouldn't I become the same kind of person? What would be the point of fighting?"

Duan Xiyang's light laughter came from afar: "That makes sense."

Xue Fuxiao was defeated.

The world was shaken!

The Cloud Top Weapon Compendium, first place, name changed.

From this moment on, the Cloud Top Weapon Compendium, White Bone Dream Shattering Spear. Ranked first!

Suppressing the world!

The fourth day.

The Sole True Sect's thirty-six sects, along with countless other organizations, across the continent, simultaneously offered sacrifices to the heavens and gods.

The Heavenly Centipede God! This day.

July 27th.

Known as the continent's day of blood.

Because, on this day, nineteen large cities experienced appalling tragedies, and all of them were large cities with populations exceeding ten million!

Belonging to different countries and different dynasties.

One thousand elderly couples, one thousand middle-aged couples, one thousand young couples, one thousand pairs of virgin boys and girls.

Every city was like this.

Eight thousand people, kneeling before a secretly located statue of the Heavenly Centipede God, had their throats cut.

Allowing the blood to flow freely.

A river of blood, stretching for dozens of miles.

A shocking sight, on this day, the heavens grieved and the earth wept, and the yin winds howled furiously!

Just the super cities alone accounted for a total of one hundred and fifty-two thousand people, who died unnatural deaths!

And in countless other places, similar sacrifices, only on a much smaller scale, were also taking place simultaneously.

On this day, the number of lives lost was as high as hundreds of thousands.

This was the Sole True Sect sacrificing to the gods!

The entire continent was trembling.

July 29th.

The Great Xuan Empire, which originally belonged to the Guardian Alliance, suddenly erupted in war, and within a single day, blood flowed for a thousand miles.

All those below the monarch were beheaded.

Prime Minister Wang Zichen led over a thousand civil officials, kneeling outside the city gates, to welcome the new emperor's ascension to the throne.

Within the city, over ten thousand civil and military officials, as well as scholars, committed suicide to die for their country.

White banners filled the city.

The sound of weeping shook the heavens.

The senior generals guarding the border were successively assassinated, and the old marshal Yang Tie Feng of the military department led the remaining troops in a desperate battle, eventually being besieged at the imperial mausoleum, fighting to the last man. The old marshal knelt before the tombs of the Great Xuan emperors of past generations, and cut his own throat with his sword.

The Sole True Sect's iron cavalry entered the Great Xuan's capital, Xuanwu City.

The new emperor, Chu Wuji, ascended the throne and announced to the world that the country's name would be changed to New Chu! He heavily employed surrendered officials and granted amnesty to the world! From then on, he began to recuperate.

On the borders of New Chu, rebellions broke out one after another, but the experts of the Sole True Sect moved out in all directions and suppressed them in a very short time.

The flames of war in various places slowly returned to calm, and New Chu submitted letters of peace to several neighboring countries, as if the world was at peace.

However, the whole world knew.

This world had changed!

Undercurrents surged.

No one knew when a national war would break out, and once it did, the flames of war would spread throughout the continent in a very short time.

Nowhere could be spared!

No one could be spared! Because the Sole True Sect had accomplished something they had planned for tens of thousands of years! They had established their own country.

Although it was only the first country, the first dynasty, they now possessed national luck!

That was... legitimacy! All disciples of the Sole True Sect celebrated together.

However, the countries belonging to the Guardian Alliance were all horrified and shocked.

Before this, everyone knew that the Sole True Sect wanted to establish a country, but everyone also thought that even if they did, it would probably only be a small, remote country.

No one had expected that the Great Xuan Empire, one of the three great empires, would change its banner so easily!

It had changed dynasties so easily! Now, one of the countries bordering New Chu was Great Zhao! War was almost imminent.

White Cloud Continent.

White Cloud Martial Academy.

August 2nd.

The freshman competition was held as scheduled.

Tens of thousands of teachers and students stood neatly on the academy's Great Training Field! On the high platform.

Headmaster Shan Zhang Gao Qingyu stood tall, his voice like thunder, rolling over the Great Training Field.

He looked at the students below, all with solemn faces, his voice calm, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"...I believe everyone has heard the news that Lord Xue lost by one move in the battle with Duan Xiyang. The Sole True Sect, which has been in the shadows for thousands of years and unable to come to the forefront, has also officially established a dynasty, and from now on possesses national luck."

"I know the heaviness of your hearts!"

"And I am clear about the future crisis!"

The expressions on the faces of the students below became even more solemn.

Suddenly, Gao Qingyu raised his voice, booming like a thunderclap.

"But those news are irrelevant to us! Irrelevant to you!"

"Even if you worry yourselves to death, what's done is done."

"And now, six million troops are on standby at the border, with Guardians suppressing the world, Wardens managing the realm, officials at all levels governing the people, and local garrisons safeguarding the peace!"

"These are what allow you to stand here today!"

"Your current worries and anxieties are of no use! Only by deepening your cultivation and increasing your martial strength will you have the ability to face all future situations!"

"Even your current distractions are a disservice to the protection provided by your predecessors!"

"Here, as the Headmaster of this academy, I offer you a word!"

Shan Zhang Gao Qingyu's voice transformed into a thunderclap in the clear sky, resonating with an enlightening sound!

He used all his heart, all his strength, all his spirit.

He yearned to etch these words into the hearts of the tens of thousands of children below.

"Do not let the blood of our predecessors flow in vain, do not let the prime of youth turn into sighs! Do not let the mortal world become a demonic realm!"

Below, all the students raised their arms and shouted in unison.

"Do not let the blood of our predecessors flow in vain, do not let the prime of youth turn into sighs! Do not let the mortal world become a demonic realm!"

Tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, with a mighty force like the thunder of the nine heavens, shaking the entire White Cloud Continent!

Like a young tiger roaring in the valley, causing all beasts to tremble in fear! Reaching far and wide, everyone heard the students' roar!

A moment later.

"The competition for the top 100 new students begins."

"Those whose names I call out, please come to the stage in front."

Gao Qingyu said loudly, "First place, two hundred and ninety-nine points, Fang Che!"

Below.

In the area where the second-year students were, a small group exclaimed in surprise.

There were both men and women.

They were Fang Qingyun's classmates and friends.

They never expected that their younger cousin would be the top scorer! Their eyes couldn't help but light up.

Fang Qingyun was dumbfounded.

He suddenly thought of his own ranking: out of a total of seven thousand five hundred people in his grade, he was ranked seven thousand four hundred and seventy-sixth! A pang of sadness suddenly hit him.

A wave of discomfort.

A sudden urge to beat up his younger cousin arose.

You're actually in first place! How am I supposed to live? I'm asking you, how am I supposed to live? If your uncle doesn't beat me to death when I go home this time, it'll be a testament to his fatherly love!

Under the gaze of the crowd.

Fang Che, dressed in black, tall and upright, with a golden crown and jade hairpin, his hair fluttering, heroic and handsome, calmly stepped forward.

He walked step by step.

It was as if he had come from the Yaochi Immortal Palace, a jade palace, with a radiant glow and a free and easy manner.

Step by step, he walked onto the stage, step by step into everyone's eyes, and step by step, into everyone's hearts!

In his free and easy composure, his face had soft lines, yet distinct contours, sharp eyebrows, and a hint of cold, ascetic air.

"Wow..."

Below, a burst of involuntary sounds suddenly rang out.

With a snap.

A senior student with a face that didn't quite appeal to the audience slapped himself and muttered, "I... I want to go back and find my parents!"

A burst of laughter erupted beside him.

Fang Che had already arrived on the stage, alone, facing tens of thousands of gazes, yet he was free and at ease. He didn't have the slightest bit of restraint that a young man would have when suddenly facing a large crowd.

His face was calm and serene, and his whole body was composed.

Standing upright, his clothes fluttering in the wind, although he wasn't wearing his signature black, dark gold, and dark patterned cloak, he still had a detached and refined demeanor.

On the podium, Vice President Huang Yifan looked at Fang Che, his eyes filled with confusion, regret, and endless uncertainty.

Which side is this Fang Che on?

[Each chapter has too many words. It's only been thirty chapters, and it's already close to 120,000 words. Today, someone reminded me to post chapters with 2,000 words each, and I finally realized it. But changing it now would be too immoral, so I have to ask everyone to give me more votes and collections to comfort me.

It's mainly because it's my first time writing a book, and I really don't have much experience. Sigh.]