Ninth Layer of the Divine Ability Realm, Liu Ruyan the Common-and-Confident Girl

Pfft! Ye Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression instantly turning wan.

"Qin Luo, one day, I will surely storm the Great Qin Dynasty and grind your bones to dust!"

All Ye Chen could do now was make vicious threats. He had been forced to flee Taixu Sacred Land; his master was gone, and so was his Sword Bone...

He could be said to have nothing left at all.

However, as a Child of Destiny, his luck had always been excellent.

Out in this wilderness, he encountered an injured woman being hunted by a demonic beast.

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Chen killed the demonic beast with a single sword strike.

"Miss, are you all right?" Ye Chen's pale face gave him the potential to be a pretty boy. Smiling, he looked at the woman, whose ragged clothes revealed glimpses of spring.

The instant the woman saw him, she was entranced.

What young girl did not dream of love? Especially when the man before her was not only handsome, but had also saved her life.

"Thank you, Young Master."

"It was nothing, merely something I did in passing." Ye Chen answered faintly, carrying himself like an aloof master, which only made the woman more infatuated.

Ye Chen casually took out one of his own garments and handed it to her, helping her cover the spring scenery spilling from her clothes. Her face immediately flushed red.

A tender, amorous atmosphere rose between them.

"Miss! Miss!" Cries of alarm rang out as the woman's family arrived, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere between them.

After they appeared, the woman immediately introduced him. "This young master just saved me from a demonic beast."

The middle-aged man at the front immediately clasped his fists toward Ye Chen. "Thank you, Young Master, for saving my daughter. Please come with us to Myriad Sword Manor as our guest. The Manor Lord will surely reward you generously!"

The advantages of a male lead who lived off women came into play once more.

Qin Luo's speed in devouring the Origin Essence of the Sword Bone was not slow. Before Xi Huang's eyes, the Sword Bone that had just been radiating sharp Sword Intent was soon completely devoured by Qin Luo.

After devouring it, Qin Luo had also acquired some of the Sword Bone's traits.

Boom! A Sword Force rose from his body—Perfect Sword Force!

As for the realms of the Sword Dao, those who cultivated the sword and condensed Sword Force could be called sword cultivators. Sword Force had four major stages: Beginner, Lesser Accomplishment, Great Accomplishment, and Perfection.

Previously, with the system's enhancement, Qin Luo had mastered a low-grade Saint Tier sword technique at the Perfection Realm, and naturally condensed his Sword Force into the Great Accomplishment Stage.

Now that it had directly reached perfection, it was simply like water flowing into a channel.

Moreover, his cultivation had also advanced, reaching the Ninth Layer of the Divine Ability Realm.

"All right, rest well." Qin Luo flicked the little leather whip in his hand, making Xi Huang shudder.

Honestly, she was afraid of Qin Luo now.

Fortunately, she had no physical body. If she did, she might as well not go on living.

The pure and immaculate Empress Xi Huang had never imagined that one day, she would suffer such humiliation.

That was right—humiliation. This was even more thrilling than taking her.

Qin Luo put away the Human Emperor Banner and walked out. Fang Xing and the others had been waiting for a long time.

Naturally, Fang Xing had noticed Qin Luo's improved cultivation. A glint flashed through his eyes before vanishing, and he glanced at Zheng Tuo before giving a slight nod.

Zheng Tuo was deeply conflicted. To be honest, his situation in the Great Qin Dynasty was extremely difficult. The other princes would not accept his allegiance, because doing so would offend his enemies.

At present, Qin Luo might be his only option. Otherwise, before long, he would have no choice but to flee the Great Qin Dynasty.

But Qin Luo's influence was far too small. No, not small—he had no influence at all.

Fang Xing did not ask why Xi Huang had not appeared. That was Qin Luo's secret.

It was equivalent to him having acknowledged Qin Luo's status as a prince.

"Your Highness, should we leave for the Imperial Capital immediately?" Fang Xing reminded him.

"The Imperial Bloodline Baptism is about to begin. Your Highness should go as soon as possible."

He did not mind showing his goodwill.

"Imperial Bloodline Baptism?" Qin Luo froze for a moment, then asked, "Could Marquis of the Four Regions tell me about it?"

Before Fang Xing could speak, Zheng Tuo took over.

"Your Highness, allow me to explain."

Fang Xing silently took a step back. He could tell that Zheng Tuo had already made his choice.

There were not many paths before Zheng Tuo. Fleeing, in Fang Xing's view, meant certain death.

Pledging himself to Qin Luo might lead to eternal damnation, but it might also lead to a forceful rise.

After all, Qin Luo was a prince of the Great Qin Dynasty, with a noble status.

That was why he had suggested that Zheng Tuo take a gamble.

Qin Luo's gaze fell on Zheng Tuo. "And you are?"

Zheng Tuo solemnly clasped his fists toward Qin Luo and bowed. "This general, Pojun Marquis Zheng Tuo, greets Ninth Prince!"

"From this day forward, this general is willing to serve under Your Highness and labor like a dog or horse!"

Hm? Qin Luo had not expected this burly man to want to pledge allegiance to him.

A Saint Realm powerhouse offering his loyalty—honestly, why did Qin Luo feel a little lightheaded?

Still, he was no fool. He understood the saying: when something was abnormal, there had to be a demon at work.

The previous owner's memories contained some knowledge of the Great Qin Dynasty's strength. Though its power was formidable, Saint Realm experts were not cabbages growing by the roadside.

In the Great Qin Dynasty, Saints were its pillars. Therefore, something was amiss here.

"Pojun Marquis, first explain the matter of the Bloodline Baptism."

The moment those words came out, Zheng Tuo's body trembled. He knew he had been too hasty. Composing his expression, he began to explain.

The Imperial Bloodline Baptism was a grand event held once every ten years by the Great Qin Dynasty. It selected the most exceptionally gifted members of the imperial clan and gave their bloodlines a thorough cleansing, at enormous expense.

In the past, imperial descendants had awakened special bloodlines and physiques during the Bloodline Baptism.

For this Bloodline Baptism, countless people fought until their heads bled. During the martial contests, imperial descendants could even be killed or injured.

As a prince, Qin Luo naturally had a spot without needing to compete.

But once the martial contests ended, the spots had long since been determined. Qin Luo's arrival was destined to take one spot away.

"Oh, so someone will resent me for this?" Qin Luo asked.

Zheng Tuo nodded. "That is right. Your Highness must guard against this, because..."

"There are nine princes in total, including Your Highness, yet there is only one position of Imperial Heir in the future."

"The nine dragons fighting for the throne?" Qin Luo blurted out.

"Interesting. Interesting. I like it!"

"Let's go. I can hardly wait to reach the Imperial Capital." Qin Luo felt his blood already beginning to boil.

This damn life felt like slaughtering enemies in every direction in a game.

Now that was what you called satisfying! He had just crushed Ye Chen and obtained so many good things. He had already fallen in love with this world.

Compared to the dull, flavorless days in that other world, where he could only toil like an ox and horse, this was far too exhilarating!

Having just descended the mountain, he ran into Liu Ruyan and the others.

Liu Ruyan in particular gazed at Qin Luo with eyes full of affection, making Qin Luo shudder all over.

"Senior Brother Qin, Ruyan misunderstood you. You love Ruyan so much; you certainly will not blame Ruyan, will you?"