My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences - Chapter 401

401 Emperor’s Force
The group gradually scattered, leaving only Fang Huo behind. “If you ever need assistance, don’t hesitate to ask,” he said, touching his gradually healing chest wound.

Qin Huai had used all his available antidotes to create a potent healing potion, which had prolonged Fang Huo’s life. If not for Qin Huai, Fang Huo might not have survived these past two months.

“If I require help, I won’t shy away. Don’t worry,” Qin Huai reassured, patting Fang Huo’s shoulder. When he spoke those words, he had already contemplated them.

He was only lacking the ancient azure illusion scripture to perfect his bone strength. With the help of those old lunatics, it had broken through the second-level bone pattern realm barrier.

During the past two months, Qin Huai had consistently studied the bronze wall, aided by Xiang Mingfeng and others, and his personal understanding. Progress towards the second-level bone pattern realm had already reached approximately fifty percent.

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Meaning, even without the old lunatics, Qin Huai could still accumulate fifty percent of his earnings over two months. At most, he could cultivate the ancient azure illusion scripture to the fifth-level bone pattern realm in a year. At that point, he was confident he would undergo another transformation.

As the first ancient martial artist in the bronze realm to cultivate the ancient azure illusion scripture to the fifth-level bone pattern realm, he knew he would stand out. Qin Huai thought this to himself, honestly.

Suddenly, he stopped Fang Huo. “Brother Fang, what do you know about the emperor’s force?”

“The emperor’s force?” Fang Huo paused, a bitter smile creeping onto his face. “Brother Zhou, do you intend to use the emperor’s force to overcome our predicament?”

Although Fang Huo’s words hinted at mockery, his tone suggested surprise. “The emperor’s force is just something that exists in legends.”
“I’m listening.” Qin Huai settled down. He had only ever asked Yang Erbao about it. Unfortunately, his level was too low and he had no way of coming into contact with something like the emperor’s force.

Despite uncertainty regarding its existence, Qin Huai firmly believed in the emperor’s force. Upon receiving hints from Fang Huo, Qin Huai felt a spark of excitement.

Fang Huo settled down next to Qin Huai. “I asked the same question in my youth. For this reason, I specifically searched the sect’s Mountain King Book Room for related scriptures.

“I managed to gather some information from ancient… well, they could be considered mythological books.” A reminiscent look appeared in Fang Huo’s eyes.

“Magnificent and intimidating, filled with intense aggression, one could dominate a region and establish oneself as a ruler. All conquered lands become their territories. Those who transform into rulers are the emperors,” Fang Huo explained slowly.

“This is recorded in ancient scriptures. I read through many ancient texts that mentioned the last emperor force martial artist in Qingzhou existed ten thousand years ago.

“Ten thousand years ago seems more like a legend,” Fang Huo added with a bitter smile. “I remember… that person was revered as the emperor of Qingzhou.

“In Qingzhou, no one could rival the emperor. He killed a prehistoric beast, countless demons and devils, and was undefeated in countless battles…” His voice trailed off, filled with awe and emotion. “That’s about all I know.”

“Thank you for the explanation, Brother Fang,” Qin Huai said with a bow of his head. Despite the details being quite vague, he was relieved to have confirmation that the emperor’s force really existed.

“Brother Zhou, you should stop obsessing over these mythical things. They’re out of our reach,” Fang Huo advised, giving Qin Huai a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “If you have spare time, why not delve into the ancient scripture? Maybe you can understand its power better… and find a way out?”

“You’re right, Brother Fang,” Qin Huai replied, his mind wandering.

Shaking his head in exasperation, Fang Huo quickly departed.

“In Qingzhou, no one can rival the emperor,” Qin Huai muttered to himself, reminiscing over the earlier conversation. Was the emperor only unrivaled in Qingzhou? Were the experts from other regions too strong, or did Qingzhou provide some unique advantage to its emperor?

“Regardless of the possibilities, I should focus on cultivating the ancient azure illusion scripture,” he resolved, shaking his head and returning to his studies of the said scripture.

Suddenly, his figure began to fade. Yes, two months had passed.

Boom!

Qin Huai found himself once again in the middle of a battlefield. Maintaining his strategy, he targeted eighty opponents. With his mastery of the illusion realm fist, he wasn’t afraid of even the old lunatics. Even if they collaborated, he had the power to defeat them.

“Hey! You!” A familiar voice echoed nearby.

Qin Huai quickly turned to see Yun Qi, holding an iron fan, glaring at him.

“You again,” Qin Huai responded nonchalantly, charging at Yun Qi.

“You scoundrel! You’ve killed me twice while I was off guard, forcing me to stay in the level-five and level-four arrays for four months!” Yun Qi growled, an ethereal Kirin roar enveloping him.

Bang!

But the next moment, he was defeated. His eyes widened in disbelief as Qin Huai, who was supposedly more than ten meters away, suddenly appeared before him and brought him down.

“What just… happened?” he stuttered as he vanished.

Qin Huai withdrew his hand, the illusionary figure of himself shattering. Given his current mastery of the ancient azure illusion scripture, it was child’s play to confound Yun Qi. Coupled with the advantages of the scripture, Qin Huai felt invincible on the battlefield.

“However, to kill everyone… my current capabilities are not enough,” he pondered, feeling no satisfaction. All his current plans were overly optimistic. The only certainty he had was to use his present abilities to find a way to defeat everyone.

Qin Huai swiftly completed the level, vanquishing eighty opponents in just four hours, including Hua Yanli. For some strange reason, after three battles, he encountered Yun Qi and Hua Yanli quickly and dispatched them immediately.

The massacre ended even faster this time, taking only half a day.

“It appears they’re trying too,” Qin Huai mused, sensing that Xiang Mingfeng and the others were also making efforts. Signs of fractures were beginning to show in their previously solid alliance.

Opening his eyes, he found the enormous bronze wall in front of him, still firm and unyielding. “The level-one array… also…” he thought, noting a wizened figure not far off, staring at him intensely.

A gift awaited him. “I’m so lucky to run into the little brat here,” the old man smiled brightly.