The Peerless Emperor-Chapter 405 - 406: Falling into the Bizarre

Chapter 405 -406: Falling into the Bizarre

The Huaxia Empire under Lin Qian’s control was now nothing like it had been in his previous life, when he was just playing a game, now he was truly managing his own power.

Lin Qian was extremely grateful that the Huaxia Empire from his previous life had followed him here and that he had the support of Zhuge Ming and the entire Heavenly Art Department to devise strategies for him, otherwise, he truly wouldn’t have been able to handle it all.

With Zhuge Ming and the whole Heavenly Art Department, Lin Qian just needed to provide his own ideas, and let the Heavenly Art Department handle the specifics of their implementation, as he was not particularly skilled in this area.

Scholarship requires specialization, and Lin Qian knew deeply that he wasn’t omnipotent, so he had to learn to make use of others effectively.

He had full confidence in handing over these affairs to the Heavenly Art Department, especially since the people from the Life Palace were originally from Wei Guo and Qiu Country, they were also a force that could be heavily relied upon.

In fact, Lin Qian was constantly excited. The current Huaxia Empire was no longer just a game, but a genuinely real existence, without the many restrictions present in the game of his previous life.

As a fanatical developer like Lin Qian, how could he miss the chance to show his talents? He would feel uncomfortable all over if he didn’t develop the Huaxia Empire to the best it could be in every aspect.

Moreover, at his core, Lin Qian was not a person from this world, so naturally, his thoughts and philosophies would be somewhat different.

He strongly agreed with an ancestral saying from his past life, “Win the people’s hearts, and you win the world!”

Indeed, Lin Qian’s series of actions had led to some noticeable increases in the nation’s fortunes, with places like Coastal State and Origin State having already seen a significant increase in the concentration of spiritual energy.

The concentration of spiritual energy in the Xuanhuan Star beneath the Sky Trace in his body was also gradually increasing, as detected by the Heavenly Art Department, exactly the same as what Zhuge Ming had originally discovered.

The will of the people could indeed increase the nation’s fortunes and bring about favorable changes to the Huaxia Empire.

Furthermore, in Lin Qian’s view, the common people were the most fundamental existence for the empire—the empire as a whole could only improve when they lived better and became stronger.

Lin Qian sat solemnly on the soaring imperial chariot, slowly closing his eyes, breathing steadily as if he had sunk deep into sleep.

“Lin Qian, wake up quickly!” Suddenly, a calling voice reached his ears, and Lin Qian abruptly opened his eyes and sprang up.

However, when he stood up, he found himself in a cage.

The cage was very simple, made by crudely lashing together ordinary tree branches into sticks. The person who had awoken Lin Qian was a young man with a soiled, covered face.

Looking down, Lin Qian saw that his hands were also dirty, and he wore tattered clothing. His body was much smaller, clearly that of a twelve-year-old.

“Lin Qian, that He Demon King is going to feast on someone again tonight, who knows who they’ll grab,” said the dirty-faced young man, teeth chattering with anxiety.

Lin Qian looked at the young man in front of him, perplexed, and pinched himself, feeling the pain.

“Have I fallen asleep?” Lin Qian murmured, frowning.

“What do you mean by ‘I’? Did you get confused after a nap?” The young man asked, glancing at the other people in nearby cages. “You always have the most ideas, Lin Qian. What should we do to avoid catching the eye of that He Demon King?”

At that moment, the other cages also held people of various ages, all whispering amongst themselves, their eyes filled with fear.

Lin Qian looked around the somewhat dim cave, observing the all-too-familiar surroundings with confusion in his eyes.

“Prison Island?”

With that thought, Lin Qian’s confusion intensified: “Could it be that I never left Prison Island, and all those experiences were just a dream?”

Prison Island was the darkest experience of Lin Qian’s past, where the so-called He Demon King mentioned by the youth was the one who had captured them as death row inmates on the island, and his idea of a feast was cannibalism.

After skinning the flesh, he would boil it in a pot before cutting and eating.

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Every time this He Demon King ate human flesh, he would bring Lin Qian and the others—who were spare food—before the dining table to watch, then he would laugh heartily as he looked at their fearful expressions.

Bang!

Just then, Lin Qian saw a figure with white hair burst in, approaching them, and set them all free.

The rescued people cheered joyously, while Lin Qian, looking at the white-haired figure, fell into a long silence, then suddenly ran forward to request the figure to take him as a disciple.

The white-haired person agreed, and Lin Qian once again paid his respects, becoming the disciple of the former War Emperor Wei Wushuang.

As Lin Qian cultivated with the white-haired person, he discovered that he had awakened his Martial Soul, which was astonishingly an Ancestor Level Martial Soul, with a sword body entirely black, and branded with golden patterns.

Overjoyed, Lin Qian looked inward at his Dantian and saw the Thunder Night Sword quietly suspended there, yet he always felt as if he was missing two things.

“My Dantian should lack a white long sword Martial Soul and a white Sky Trace,” Lin Qian murmured in a low voice as he followed Wei Wushuang, furrowing his brows, “What are Sky Trace and the white long sword Martial Soul?”

At this thought, Lin Qian laughed at himself: “How could a person possibly have two Martial Souls? That’s absolutely impossible!”

Three years later, at the funeral of his master at Wanxiang Sect, Lin Qian looked sad, but confusion appeared on his face: “Why do I always feel like I’ve forgotten a lot of things?”

“Lin Qian!” Just at that moment, a call came from behind Lin Qian.

Lin Qian turned to look at the caller and found his Uncle-Master Qin Wushuang, quickly bowing in salute.

“Your elder brother would be greatly relieved to know that you’ve broken through to the Nirvana Realm so quickly,” Qin Wushuang patted Lin Qian’s shoulder, consoling him, “Don’t be too sad; your elder brother having you as a disciple before his passing is without regret.”

Lin Qian nodded silently, staring at the coffin of his master, always feeling that Wei Wushuang should not have died.

One month later, in Bashan City.

At the Ye Residence, Lin Qian tore the marriage contract to shreds, flinging it arrogantly, as he looked at Ye Xin with disdain: “Since you think I’m unworthy and not suitable for you, let’s forget about the marriage contract. I won’t insist. But, do you dare to duel with me?”

As his words fell, the aura of the Nirvana Realm within Lin Qian erupted completely, and the once arrogant Ye Xin showed fear, not daring to accept the challenge.

Lin Qian snorted coldly, turned, and left the Ye Residence, leaving behind Ye Xin filled with regret.

However, after leaving the Ye Residence, Lin Qian felt an immense void in his heart, always feeling that things should not have turned out this way.

Nonetheless, the title of Young Emperor became widely known throughout Bashan City, astonishing many people.

A year later, a conflict erupted between Wanxiang Sect and Shengtian Sect, leading to all-out war.

Lin Qian, drenched in blood, was surrounded and attacked by hundreds of Nirvana Realm combatants, his opponents exploiting their numerical advantage to inflict wound after wound onto him.

His once-white robe was completely soaked in blood; Lin Qian looked at the encircling crowd from Shengtian Sect, always feeling that it should not be this way, that he should not be on the side with fewer people.

“Numerical superiority…” Lin Qian’s breath became unsteady, his Soul Power nearly exhausted, and as he looked at the dense crowd rushing towards him, it was as if thunder exploded in his mind.

“It should be me who has the advantage of numbers!”