I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Listening to Tang Zheng describing his magnificent imperial ambitions, Ding Xisheng's heart suddenly felt a ripple.

All nations in the world would come to pay tribute. If the Yuan Dynasty could really reach this level one day, it would be so exciting.

But then he suppressed the urge in his heart and shook his head secretly.

Not to mention that this goal is almost a pipe dream.

The continent under our feet is so vast that it would take a lifetime for even a warrior in the innate realm to travel all over, let alone a mortal.

Not to mention the countless dynasties and kingdoms as numerous as the stars in the sky.

Regardless of whether it is the former or the latter, the time it will take to reach the day when all nations come to pay tribute may be calculated in thousands of years.

Even the founding emperor Tang Di only hoped to stop the Shatuo Kingdom, which came to exploit the country every year and caused countless losses, at the border.

Now Tang Zheng's pace has already exceeded Tang Di's expectations, and his desires and vision have expanded to the point where he wants to become the only immortal dynasty in the world.

As a subject, Ding Xisheng naturally would not pour cold water on the emperor.

"I believe that one day, the emperor's wish for all nations to pay tribute will become a reality."

As for when that day will be, no one can say for sure.

Maybe it will be hundreds of years later, or maybe it will be thousands of years later.

It is more likely that after Tang Yu's death, the Yuan Dynasty began to count down to its demise.

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More than ten days passed in a flash.

Fuzhenguan.

Martial arts training ground.

At noon, the sunlight shines on the ancient bluestone ground, reflecting mottled light and shadows.

On the surrounding stone walls, traces of varying depths were left by magical weapons.

In a corner of the martial arts training ground, a row of weapon racks stood quietly, with long swords, broadswords, bows and arrows and other weapons shining coldly under the sunlight.

A breeze blew by, and the air seemed to still be filled with the iron-blooded atmosphere of the past, making people think of the scene where countless warriors sweated and honed their martial arts here.

At this moment, the martial arts training ground was packed with people, and cheers broke out from time to time.

Helian Cheng held a spear in his hand, his momentum was like a rainbow, his spear skills were extremely powerful, like thunder, and every strike was powerful enough to crush everything in his path.

Liu Wuyan held a long sword and dodged with light steps.

His sword skills were light and ethereal, sometimes like a flying butterfly, sometimes like flowing water, drawing beautiful arcs in the air.

The two of them were going back and forth, and it was hard to tell who was better for a while.

Helian Cheng's attack was as fierce as a storm, but Liu Wuyan always managed to escape with amazing speed and accuracy.

Although Liu Wuyan's swordsmanship seemed gentle, he could always accurately hit Helian Cheng's flaws.

Helian Cheng let out a low roar and suddenly stabbed Liu Wuyan's throat with a gun.

Liu Wuyan's body swayed, as if he wanted to retreat, but suddenly he turned the sword into a palm and struck Helian Cheng in the chest.

Helian Cheng reacted quickly, retracting and releasing the iron spear, which turned into a spear light to block the palm.

Liu Wuyan took advantage of the situation and his swordsmanship became more and more fierce.

His figure was as fast as the wind, sometimes appearing on the left side of Helian Cheng, sometimes on the right side, with the sword light flashing, dazzling.

Helian Cheng used his gun as an axis, dancing out circles of guns, and neutralized Liu Wuyan's attacks one by one.

Finally, the two of them exerted their strength at the same time, and Helian Cheng's iron spear collided with Liu Wuyan's sword, making a deafening metal collision sound. The strength of the two canceled each other out, and each took a few steps back.

Although it seemed like there was no winner, Liu Wuyan, who practiced the Thousand Machine Sword Technique, was still a little better than Helian Cheng.

"You are worthy of being Dao Zun's disciple. Your swordsmanship is simply superb. I am ashamed to be inferior to you!"

"That Helian Cheng is not bad either. He was able to fight back and forth with Dao Zun's disciples."

"Alas, it would be great if I could be accepted as a disciple by the Taoist Master."

The two's hearty competition opened the eyes of countless disciples and martial artists who were watching.

Some people of lower realms even gained a lot of insights from their competition.

"Happy! So happy!"

Helian Cheng laughed loudly and stroked the weapon in his hand with joy.

This spear was very much to his liking.

The weapons in the hands of the two men were tailor-made for them by Ding Xisheng some time ago.

The spear in Helian Cheng's hand was shining with silver light. It was slender and tough, emitting a cold metallic luster, like a dormant silver dragon, ready to break through the air at any time.

The long sword in Liu Wuyan's hand was also emitting a cold light. The blade was extremely sharp and cold to the touch, as if it could cut through the void.

Even Shou Yuan and Shou Qing were amazed as they held the magic weapon tailor-made for them.

After the crowd dispersed, several people came to Yan Xiu's courtyard.

As soon as they stepped into the yard, everyone found that Tang Yu had been waiting there for a long time.

Helian Cheng danced with the spear he loved so much and exclaimed: "The weapon refining skills of the Moon-bearing Holy Land are indeed extraordinary."

Liu Wuyan came to Tang Yu.

The two nodded to each other as a greeting.

"Tang Yu, we all have our weapons, why don't we see yours?"

Helian Cheng asked.

Upon hearing this, Tang Yu inadvertently revealed the weapon hanging at his waist, with a hint of pride on his face.

This knife was the weapon that was used when fighting against the assassin.

As the crown prince, he naturally gets the news faster than Helian Cheng and the others.

Long before them, Tang Yu had obtained his own weapon.

"Good boy, you really are worthy of being the prince."

Helian Cheng chuckled and teased.

Several people gathered together, looking at each other's weapons, and it was quite lively.

Just as everyone was discussing heatedly, Yan Xiu walked out of the room.

"I've met Master."

"Meet Dao Zun."

"I've met senior brother."

Everyone hurriedly saluted.

Yan Xiu waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to be polite.

As soon as Yan Xiu showed up, Helian Cheng couldn't wait to talk about the competition between him and Liu Wuyan, gesticulating and describing it vividly.

Yan Xiu smiled faintly and pointed out the advantages and disadvantages of the two people respectively.

“Although Helian Cheng’s spear skills are fierce and powerful, he relies too much on brute force rather than skills. He will inevitably get into trouble when fighting against others in the future.”

"Liu Wuyan places too much emphasis on agility and speed, but is unable to fully unleash the power of the Thousand Machine Sword Art."

"Follow the teachings of Daozun."

Upon hearing this, both of them bowed solemnly to accept the instruction.

Yan Xiu waved his sleeves lightly, and the tea leaves roasted with spiritual power flew out of the house and fell into the pot.

As soon as the mountain spring water, nourished by the spiritual energy of Jianmu day and night, flowed in, the water in the teapot boiled without fire.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yan Xiu gave guidance to everyone on the path of martial arts, and with just a few words he was able to resolve the bottlenecks in the realm of several people.

After this, when the last person left the courtyard, the sky gradually darkened.

The afterglow of the setting sun slowly disappeared behind the mountains, and the sky began to turn from blue to purple, and then from purple to black, with stars twinkling in the night sky.

A breeze blew through the courtyard, bringing a hint of coolness.

In the tranquility and mystery of the night, the surrounding scenes become hazy in the twilight, like an ink painting.

Yan Xiu sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.