In his later years, he was backstabbed by his third wife, and he awakened the Wei Xiaobao system

The stream water in the Qinglan Mountains of Dayu Kingdom was freezing cold. The fingertips of the young man Lu Yuan had turned purple due to the cold, but his consciousness gradually regained consciousness amid the violent turbulence.

He felt himself being pulled out of the stream, rough linen clothes touching his back, and hurried conversations came to his ears.

"Uncle Chen, the wound on this child's chest is oozing black blood. I'm afraid he's been hit by the Great Qin's 'Soul-Chasing and Bone-Eroding Curse'!"

"Don't worry about the spell for now, stop the bleeding!"

The voice was low and had a sense of vicissitudes.

Lu Yuan forced himself to open his eyes, only to see a wrinkled face with a three-inch long scar between the eyebrows. He was wearing the monk's clothing of the Chen family embroidered with green bamboo patterns.

He wanted to cry for help, but his throat felt like it was blocked by a ball of red-hot charcoal, and he could only utter muffled sobs.

"Don't worry, you're safe."

The Chen family cultivator took out an emerald green pill and stuffed it into Lu Yuan's mouth.

"This is the 'Bi Ling Wan' from Qinglan Mountain, which can protect the heart meridian. We are cultivators from the Chen family of Dayu Kingdom. We just passed by the foot of the mountain and saw you floating in the stream..."

His voice suddenly paused, his gaze fixed on the faint blood-red lines on Lu Yuan's forehead—the mark of madness and blood unique to the Qin imperial family.

Lu Yuan felt the pill dissolving in his stomach, and a cool feeling spread along his meridians. He was finally able to speak a complete sentence: "Please... please, take me to Luoyun Sect... to find Senior Li Qingfeng..."

He grabbed the Chen family cultivator's wrist, the dirt from his escape still stained his fingernails. "The Qin royal family... is killing people..."

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Inside the Juyun Pavilion on the main peak of Luoyun Sect, Li Qingfeng held a sound transmission talisman in his hand, listening to the intermittent reports inside, his expression gradually becoming gloomy.

The tea on the table had long since gone cold, and the sky outside the window had turned from azure blue to leaden gray, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

"Uncle Li, a cultivator from the Chen family has come down the mountain and wants to see you for something urgent."

The disciple's announcement interrupted his thoughts. Li Qingfeng looked up and saw three figures standing at the door.

The young man in the front was as pale as paper, with a bloody cloth wrapped around his forehead.

The Chen family cultivator in the middle was supporting him, the green bamboo ornament on his waist still dripping with water, clearly from the hasty journey.

"My name is Chen Mo, nice to meet you, Senior Li."

The Chen family cultivator clasped his fists and saluted, his tone hurried.

"This child is a survivor of the Qin imperial family. He desperately escaped from the imperial city and has important information to report."

He took a half step back and motioned for Lu Yuan to speak.

Lu Yuan stumbled to his knees, banging his forehead heavily on the bluestone slab: "Senior Li, please save the Great Yu Kingdom!"

The young man raised his head, his eyes filled with fear and anger, and the blood-red lines on his forehead became more obvious as his emotions fluctuated.

"My cousin Lu Yunyan has already achieved a breakthrough to the Spiritual Transformation stage. She... she killed all the royal family members, even sparing three-year-old children..."

Li Qingfeng's pupils suddenly shrank, and the sound transmission note in his hand shattered with a "snap".

"Tell me more details."

He stood up and walked in front of Lu Yuan, the sword energy in his sleeve quietly circulating to prevent possible sudden attacks from curses.

Lu Yuan trembled as he recounted the massacre in the palace. From Bai Wenshan's tragic death to the downfall of Lu Chengyu and his wife, every detail was like a sharp knife, cutting into the hearts of everyone present.

When talking about Lu Tianxiong forcing his daughter to slaughter the branch clan, Chen Mo, a cultivator of the Chen family, could not help but slam the table and said, "He's crazy! He's absolutely insane!"

"They want to gather all their mad blood and strength to change the fate of the country."

Li Qingfeng turned and walked to the window, looking at the border defense line of Dayu Kingdom in the distance, his voice suddenly turned cold.

"Lu Tianxiong will not be satisfied with simply slaughtering the side branches. The power of Crazy Blood needs to be constantly devoured to maintain, and the Great Yu Kingdom is the next piece of flesh and blood in his eyes."

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At three quarters past midnight, leaders of all the major forces in the Dayu Kingdom gathered at the Luoyun Sect's martial arts training ground.

Dark clouds pressed down overhead, and a fierce wind howled, twisting and deforming everyone's shadows like a riot of demons.

"Everyone, the Qin army's butcher knife is already pointed at us."

Li Qingfeng stood in the center of the martial arts arena, his dark Taoist robe rustling in the wind, the demon-slaying sword at his waist gleaming coldly.

"According to reliable intelligence, Lu Yunyan has broken through to the Divine Transformation stage, and their next target is our Great Yu Nation."

The audience immediately erupted in excitement.

The Jade Spirit Sect Master slammed the table and roared, "If they dare to come, they will never return!"

But his trembling fingertips revealed the fear in his heart. ?

"There are two urgent things."

Li Qingfeng held up two fingers, his eyes flashing coldly. "First, immediately activate the 'Mountain and River State Formation' to block all entrances and exits of the Great Yu Kingdom to prevent spies from infiltrating. Second, gather all cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage and set up three lines of defense along the border."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the crowd. "I know you're all worried about the losses of your sect, but if Great Qin were to defeat Great Yu, the other nations of Northern Wilderness would be next. The truth of the lips and teeth being cold is self-evident."

At this moment, a Luoyun Sect disciple hurried over, presenting a blood-stained jade slip: "Elder, urgent news from the front! The Great Qin's 'Blood Soul Army' has arrived at the border and is using human blood sacrifices to break the barrier!"

The training ground suddenly fell silent.

The "Blood Soul Army" is the most terrifying force in the Qin Empire, composed of 30,000 blood-mad monks. They must slaughter civilians as a blood sacrifice before every battle to unleash their raging power. Li Qingfeng gripped the Demon Slayer Sword tightly, the Big Dipper pattern on the scabbard shimmering faintly. "I will immediately travel to the Qin Empire and detain Lu Tianxiong and his son."

Everyone must complete the deployment of the defense line within three days. Remember—” His voice was like thunder, “Do not allow any Qin troops to enter Dayu’s territory!”

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At midnight, the blood-red teleportation array at the Great Qin border blazed brightly. Li Qingfeng, wrapped in a black robe, quietly entered the country amidst the refugee crowd. He could smell the bloody stench in the air, the smell of thousands of lives slaughtered, even more sickening than the murderous aura of the Northern Desolate Demon Sect.

"Stop! Who is it?"

The patrolling Qin army monks blocked the way, the blood-red long swords in their hands flashing with cold light.

Li Qingfeng looked up and saw the bloodshot veins pulsing in the man's pupils—a sign that the power of the Mad Blood was corroding his mind.

"Refugees, looking for a way to survive in the west."

Li Qingfeng lowered his voice and quietly formed an invisibility spell with his fingertips.

The Qin army monk was about to speak when his eyes suddenly glazed over, as if drawn to something. He turned and walked towards the pool of blood in the distance. Li Qingfeng seized the opportunity to pierce the defenses and headed straight for the Great Qin Imperial Palace.

The closer you get to the imperial city, the stronger the crazy blood power in the air becomes.

Li Qingfeng felt a tightness in his chest, and the Nascent Soul in his sea of ​​consciousness ached slightly, as if countless little creatures were tearing at his soul.

He used his magical powers to barely suppress his discomfort, but when he passed by a mass grave, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

Tens of thousands of corpses piled up like a mountain, including men, women, young and old. There was a bloody hole as big as a bowl on their chest, and it was obvious that they died by being forcibly drained of their blood.

In the moonlight, the bodies of several children were particularly eye-catching. In their hands, which had not yet closed, they were still holding toys covered in mud.

Li Qingfeng felt rage rising to his head, his nails digging deep into his palms. Blood dripped onto the ground, instantly dyed black by the power of the mad blood.

"Lu Tianxiong, you've finally become the person you hate the most."

Li Qingfeng muttered to himself, looking up at the brightly lit imperial palace in the distance. On the eaves of the Taiji Hall, a familiar figure stood with his hands behind his back. It was Lu Yunyan, who had just achieved the Divine Transformation Realm.

Her robe had changed from red satin to pure black, and the Ten Thousand Blood Spirit Lamp hung around her waist. She exuded an icy aura, like an Asura from hell.

"Li Qingfeng, I knew you would come."

Lu Yunyan's voice sounded, with a hint of fatigue and vicissitudes, "Unfortunately, you came too late."

She raised her hand and waved, and nine blood-red altars suddenly rose around the palace. On the altars were not flags, but the corpses of the Qin royal family, the members of the slaughtered branch families.

Li Qingfeng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he finally understood Lu Tianxiong's real purpose - it was not a simple massacre, but to use the blood and essence of the entire branch of the royal family to set up a "Blood Sacrifice Mountain and River Formation" that would defy fate and change destiny.

Once this formation is completed, the Great Qin's national fortune will be forcibly increased by 30%, but the price is that all living beings within a radius of a thousand miles will become victims of blood sacrifice.

"You shouldn't do this. Things haven't reached a point of no return yet. If the Great Qin State continues like this, it will be doomed!"

Lu Yunyan's body trembled, a flicker of struggle in her eyes. But soon, that gentleness gave way to madness, and she burst into laughter, tears of blood in her voice: "When my father threw Bai Wenshan's head at my feet, when I killed that child holding the stuffed bear with my own hands, I was already dead! Now, I am the sword of the Qin Dynasty, a weapon that can change the fate of the nation!"

Before he finished speaking, nine altars lit up at the same time, and countless blood-red chains emerged from the ground and swept towards Li Qingfeng.

He swung his sword to shatter the chains, only to find that every time he broke one, three more would regenerate, seemingly endlessly. In the distance, the palace's main gate slowly opened, and Lu Tianxiong appeared on the steps, the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand dripping with blood. Who knew how many innocents had perished at his hands?

"Li Qingfeng, the defense line of Dayu Kingdom is very strong,"

Lu Tianxiong's voice was tinged with a maniacal laugh. "But guess what? When my 'Blood Sacrifice Mountain and River Formation' covers the entirety of Dayu, how long can your allies hold out?" He raised his hand and pointed to the sky. A blood-red beam of light shot straight into the sky. From the direction of Dayu, the cries of the people could be heard faintly.

Li Qingfeng felt his heart tightening as he finally understood Lu Tianxiong's viciousness - instead of attacking Dayu head-on, it would be better to use a formation to turn it into a hell on earth, thus destroying the opponent's fighting spirit without sacrificing a single soldier.

He gripped the Demon Slayer Sword tightly, and the Big Dipper on the blade burst into dazzling light. This was the first time he used his ultimate killer move: "Even if it takes all my strength, I will stop you!"

Lu Yunyan and Lu Tianxiong exchanged glances and attacked simultaneously. In an instant, the light of the blood-red spirit lamp and the dragon-slaying sword intertwined, dyeing the night sky a crimson.

The moment Li Qingfeng went forward, the scene at the Luoyun Sect's martial arts training ground flashed through his mind, as did Lu Yuan's eyes filled with fear, and the lights of thousands of homes on the border of Dayu Kingdom.

He knew that this battle was not only for Dayu, but also to prevent the advent of a crazy era.

In the bloody storm, Li Qingfeng's figure was like a lone boat, but he always went upstream firmly.

Thousands of miles away in the Great Yu Kingdom, the "Mountain, River, and State Formation" was finally fully activated. Countless cultivators climbed the city walls, gripped their weapons tightly, and waited for the coming storm.