Chapter 1: The Politics of Qin

  The sky is bright and hazy, dew drops are scattered on the flowers and grass, swaying gently in the breeze.

  The Great Flame Empire, in the East Sea Wangfu Yulian Temple, a green-robed Qin Zheng stood beside the lotus pond, lost in thought.

  "It's been three hundred times already!"

  "This is the 300th time already, why is it like this."

  "Am I, Qin Zheng, destined to be stuck in the lowest realm of martial arts, the Mortal Realm, for my entire life?"

  "No, I refuse!"

  "If 300 times doesn't work, then try 400 times; if 400 times doesn't work, then try 500 times."

  A resolute look emerged in Qin Zheng's dazed eyes, that unyielding spirit of never giving up, the character that would walk a path to the end without turning back, made him still not have the thought of giving up after experiencing it three hundred times.

  Calm down, he turned around and started sweeping the Yulian Yard.

  It was his duty because he was a slave of the Donghai Wangfu.

  Qin Zheng's father was a personal servant of the late Old East Sea King, who died to save the old king. Therefore, his status is still quite good. It was also because of this that before the old king passed away, he appointed Qin Zheng to manage the Jade Lotus Temple. Of course, Qin Zheng also held multiple positions, such as the manager of the Jade Lotus Temple and a young servant. The task was still very arduous, because at present, there is only one person in the Jade Lotus Temple.

  After finishing sweeping the Jade Lotus Temple, Qin Zheng left the East Sea King's Mansion.

  He wants to verify a secret.

  That's his blood!

  The Divine Continent, where martial arts are revered, requires a Martial Pulse to cultivate the Way of Martial Arts. Only those who possess a Martial Pulse can break through the physical realm, communicate with the power of heaven and earth, refine their bodies, melt out the True Origin, merge with heaven and earth, break free from human shackles, and become gods alongside the sun and moon. Without a Martial Pulse, one will be forever stuck in the physical realm, unable to achieve greatness.

  Wu Mai is a place where the body stores power and also serves as a bridge for communication between human beings and the forces of heaven and earth.

  The Qin government was just a group of people without martial arts skills.

  He was destined to be unaccomplished, but as a member of the Donghai Royal Family, he had long been determined in his pursuit of martial arts, never wavering. Even after failing 300 times in the fleshly realm's impact on the Martial Boundary, he still did not give up. This is because the Donghai Royal Family was one of the strongest families in the Great Flame Empire, one of the three major empires on the Divine Martial Continent, where even slaves and maidservants cultivated martial arts. It was also a place where one could witness the majestic bearing of some powerful martial artists, hear many stories about martial arts legends, and tales of defying heaven and slaying gods. Having grown up in such an environment, he was destined not to be content with being an ordinary person.

  Another reason for this persistence is the blood of Qin Zheng.

  "Others don't have martial veins, they can only stay in the physical realm, unable to reach the Forceful Martial Realm, but I'm different."

  "I broke through the physical boundary three hundred times and reached the realm of Force Wu, but then fell back to the physical boundary three hundred times again. This is a bit different."

  "Every time I fall from the boundary, the power cultivated is a baptism of my blood."

  "My blood, hmm, broke through and fell back again, I wonder if it's possible to verify whether every breakthrough has internal changes by listening to the rain."

  Yan Tingyu is a top-notch martial arts craftsman, and his technique of forging weapons is extremely unique. With the same materials, the weapons he forges are far superior to those of other craftsmen, making him the number one craftsman on the Divine Martial Continent, which has been Yan Tingyu's lifelong dream.

  Qin Zheng and she were acquainted through blood.

  What is called "blood" is precisely the blood of Qin's politics.

  Qin Zheng arrived at a small courtyard in the southeast corner of Dayan Imperial City with a tense and expectant mood.

  Pushing the door open and entering.

  The small courtyard is very clean, with a gentle breeze blowing by and fragrant flowers intoxicating the heart.

  Yan Tingyu with black hair and white skirt was sitting in front of the living room steps, with her hands supporting her cheeks, looking thoughtful, matching the elegant small courtyard, like a figure in a painting.

  "Qin's rule!"

  Upon hearing the footsteps, Yan Lian Yu saw that it was Qin Zheng. A pair of bright eyes suddenly lit up, and she quickly jumped up, rushing to stand before him. "I've finally waited for you. Without your blood, I have no interest in practicing martial arts anymore. Hmm, you should be at the 300th breakthrough now, right?"

  "Yes, for the 300th time." Qin Zheng did not hide it from her; only the two of them knew about his lack of martial pulse and how he could still break through and fall back again.

  "Your speed is really fast, it seems like only thirteen days since the last breakthrough." Yanzhi Yu smiled and her eyes sparkled like crescent moons, looking very cute.

  "After a hundred times, each cultivation speed will be shortened by some time." Qin Zheng sighed and said, "If I can avoid falling into the boundary, it would be great."

  Yan listened to the rain, covering her mouth and laughing: "If that's the case, others would have committed suicide. Your speed, if you had martial arts talent, I estimate that at this age, you'd be strong enough to become a contemporary Donghai Wang."

  As they were talking, they arrived at the side house.

  There is a refining furnace in this room.

  Yan Tingyu had long been prepared and was skillfully operating the Refining Furnace, adding in materials that were ordinary for refining normal weapons, all to verify Qin Zheng's blood.

  Qin Zheng stood by and watched, waiting for Yan Tingyu's instructions to drip a drop of blood into it, shaping the weapon.

  "It was during the 298th breakthrough that she inadvertently infused her blood into the Yanyu Listening Rain's furnace, and the resulting weapon was even more powerful than before."

  "After the 299th breakthrough, a drop of blood's blessing on the weapon, once again reaching new heights."

  "I don't know what kind of change this third hundredth breakthrough and fall will bring."

  Looking at that refining furnace, Qin Zheng's heart, which had experienced three hundred hammerings and was already calm, became tense once again, finding it hard to calm down.

  The refining furnace was only about one meter high, with some strange patterns carved on it. It had three legs and the lid was open, emitting a faint blue glow. Under the soft blue light, Yàn Tīng Yǔ looked even more extraordinary, as if she had merged with the refining furnace itself. Her every move was so natural and effortless, as if she were one with the furnace.

  "Not long after, Yan Tingyu said: 'Get ready.'"

  Qin Zheng walked up close.

  Inside, there was a swirling flame like a whirlpool, similar to molten rock. The fire was pale blue in color. At the center of the whirlpool, there was an ever-changing metal liquid that sometimes took the shape of a long sword and sometimes a sharp knife. This was the weapon that Yan Wushuang wanted to forge.

  He cut open his right palm and took out a drop of blood.

  Although the blood of Qin's politics is helpful in refining weapons, there is also a prerequisite: it must be the essence of the blood, and not all his blood can do so. This is the conclusion reached by Yan Tingyu after many experiments.

  "Alright."

  A moment later, Yan Tingyu nodded slightly at Qin Zheng.

  Qin Zheng then dripped that one drop of blood into the Refining Furnace.

  When the blood is far away from the alchemy furnace, it's just an ordinary drop of blood. But once it enters the alchemy furnace and encounters the flames' calcination, this single drop of blood undergoes a slight transformation.

  The originally crimson blood beads gradually turned transparent, and there were even some blurry shadows inside.

  They looked carefully and it was very blurry, couldn't see clearly.

  "Ding!"

  A drop of blood fell into the metal water, making a tinkling sound like a spring.

  As soon as they came into contact with each other, the metallic water changed instantly.

  It was originally a sword at times and a knife at times, it can be said that knives, guns, swords, and halberds appear from time to time. When the blood drips down, the metal water instantly transforms into a blurry figure.

  That person was unexpectedly Qin Zheng!

  "How could this be?"

  "After three hundred breakthroughs, your blood seems to have undergone a qualitative change."

  Qin Zheng and Yan Tingyu were both slightly surprised.

  Blood for humanity!

  After being surprised, it's exciting.

  Qin Zheng was very clear that his 300 failures in cultivation and 300 times of washing and refining his blood vessels should have brought about a qualitative change!