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The two armies of the empire finally set off from the capital after taking an oath.
Two hundred thousand men marched in two columns toward the Southern Frontier border of the empire. In this chaotic world, any military campaign could determine the fate of the entire empire. The war had begun again, and that tense atmosphere once more enveloped the hearts of every citizen of the empire.
That very evening, His Sun Fei, the Empire-Protecting Martial Saint of the Empire, received the King of Byzantium Constantine for the last time at the post station.
"This [ Seven Injuries Divine Fist ] manual is derived from the [Seven Injuries Fist ]. It is a high-level Moon Class Dou Qi technique that I have refined and improved over this period. It has broken through the previous manual's limit of only Seven-Star Class power and has also basically eliminated the backlash damage of the [ Seven Injuries Fist ] to the practitioner's internal organs. With your talent, you may have the potential to advance this fist technique to the Full Moon Class in the future!"
Sun Fei handed a booklet with gold-lined borders to King of Byzantium Constantine.
"Thank you Martial Saint!" Constantine was overwhelmed with emotion and his joy was evident on his face.
The Seven Injuries Fist has always been his signature move, having defeated countless powerful enemies and earned him a formidable reputation. Unfortunately, the previous Seven Injuries Fist manual had limited power, only considered one of the more powerful Star Class Dou Qi techniques, far from reaching the Moon Class. This limitation in rank kept Constantine's strength stuck at the Eight-Star Class Peak, making further progress difficult.
Moreover, the previous [ Seven Injuries Fist ] had a severe backlash effect on the cultivator. Even though he used the Wood-Element Dou Qi, which has the strongest healing and recuperation effect, to promote this fist technique, it was still difficult to avoid. Otherwise, he wouldn't have had so many hidden injuries left in his body before.
Now, a secret manual called [ Seven Injuries Divine Fist ] has completely changed everything.
He has regained the opportunity to improve his skills.
"Here you also have a Wood-type Full Moon Class Dou Qi manual, [ Jade Sea Life-Breathing Art ], and a divine herb, Dragon Transformation Grass, capable of transforming one's talent and giving the user a complete metamorphosis. I'm giving both to you. With your talent, as long as you practice diligently, you have a good chance of reaching the Moon Class realm within half a year. Now that you are already one of the leading figures in the Southern Frontier War Zone, in addition to military power, you naturally need to strengthen your personal cultivation!"
Sun Fei then took out a secret manual and a divine herb from his storage ring.
" Martial Saint, this... I... I am truly unworthy of such a gift!" Although anyone would be tempted by the things Sun Fei offered, and if they were to spread, they would be enough to drive countless martial artists mad and trigger a bloody struggle, Constantine was not a greedy person. He was extremely grateful, but also a little uneasy. He owed King of Chambord far too much.
Sun Fei said solemnly, "Take it. Don't imitate this childish, coy attitude. I am doing this for the sake of the empire."
After expressing his gratitude repeatedly, Constantine carefully took the small piece in his hand.
"Fine, you should take the Dragon Transformation Grass right now, and I will lend you a hand."
Sun Fei thought for a moment and decided to go all the way, making Constantine take the Dragon Transformation Grass in his presence. The divine medicine had extremely strong medicinal properties, and its consumption might cause celestial phenomena and attract attention. Moreover, it was extremely difficult to fully digest after taking it. While His Majesty the King was still there, Sun Fei used his formidable strength to help Constantine digest the medicinal effects to the greatest extent possible, so as not to waste the efficacy of the Dragon Transformation Grass with Constantine's Star Class strength, or suffer a backlash from the strong medicinal power, which would be a great loss.
This process took another hour.
After initially digesting the Dragon Transformation Grass, Constantine immediately broke through to the Nine-Star Class. This was partly due to the efficacy of the medicine, and partly due to his profound accumulation at the Eight-Star Class. Of course, Constantine's own outstanding talent also played a role. From then on, he would no longer encounter any martial arts bottlenecks before entering the Moon Class realm.
Having absorbed the medicinal effects of the Dragon Transformation Grass, Constantine bowed sincerely in thanks once more. After a pause, seeing that Sun Fei was in a good mood, he hesitated for a moment before tentatively asking, "My lord, you have been in the capital for nine days now. Do you really intend to leave Byzantium tomorrow as previously stated?"
"Okay." Sun Fei nodded.
"Well... well... now, the Byzantium capital has gathered many nobles and ministers from the major southern provinces of the empire. They all greatly admire your esteemed presence and very much hope to meet you. Therefore, a banquet has been held in the palace, and they earnestly request your attendance..."
"Hahahaha!" Sun Fei, seeing Constantine's hesitant manner, recalled the intelligence provided by the [ Letters and Visits Office ] branch in the Byzantium capital these past few days. He knew Constantine was facing difficulties, and his hesitant invitation was clearly for a simple purpose. Without refusing, Sun Fei laughed and said, "Alright, I'll accompany you tonight to meet these noble gentlemen of the empire and help you get rid of these flies!"
Constantine was overjoyed.
Byzantium capital.
Night falls, and the lights shine brightly.
Although it lacks the highly developed magic system of Chambord City, it still possesses a unique exotic charm. Kingdom of Byzantium is located near the coastline and experiences abundant rainfall throughout the year. Therefore, to protect against rain, many buildings have pointed or domed roofs, presenting a tower-like shape that is wider at the bottom than at the top. This is quite distinctive and has a unique charm compared to the square and upright architectural style of Chambord City, making it pleasing to the eye.
Sun Fei's arrival caused a sensation throughout the Byzantium palace.
The celebrities who came to attend the royal banquet were immediately thrown into a frenzy.
Most of them were either noble officers of the imperial army that had been defeated in the raids of the ten empires, or high-ranking officials who had failed to defend the imperial military strongholds. They had been hiding in enemy-occupied territories, unable to cross the defenses of the ten allied forces in Red Leaf Province to return to the capital, living in constant fear. Upon hearing that the Imperial God of War and the Guardian Martial Saint had appeared in Kingdom of Byzantium, they immediately came to seek refuge and new opportunities!
The thunderous applause continued for a long time until Sun Fei took his seat, at which point the banquet gradually returned to normal.
Looking around, one sees a brightly lit hall filled with glittering jewels and extravagant luxury. The aroma of exquisite food and tempting wine fills the air. Nobles and socialites dressed in gorgeous gowns move about with undisguised smiles on their faces, clinking glasses and laughing together.
A moment later, several nobles who appeared to be of the highest status quickly gathered together and walked over, each with an incredibly bright smile on their face, even carrying a hint of obsequiousness.
"Hahaha, Constantine, I didn't expect you to have such a big reputation, managing to easily command the supreme Martial Saint saint of the empire, hahaha," one of the men, a plump middle-aged nobleman in his forties, dressed in a luxurious robe, was probably the highest-ranking among them. He casually patted Constantine on the shoulder without being invited, as if praising a competent subordinate, making no attempt to hide his condescending arrogance, as if he were the master of this palace.
A barely perceptible hint of displeasure flashed in Constantine's eyes, but he forced a smile and said, "Lord Sherwood, you flatter me." He then glanced at the others and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "Let me introduce you all to the Martial Saint..."
"No need, you're not needed here. Go and attend to other matters. I'll introduce the esteemed guests to the Martial Saint!" The fat nobleman called Sherwood waved his hand dismissively, showing no regard for Constantine.
This is the third update following yesterday's post.