Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1018 The Gift of Divine Blood and the Spark of Revolution

"Well……"

All complaints and accounts were instantly shut down.

Zhao Yu initially struggled symbolically, but the familiar scent and the warm embrace quickly dismantled her resistance.

Three years of longing, a thousand worries, and ten thousand tender feelings all melted away in this domineering yet lingering kiss.

The jade abacus slipped from her limp hands and fell onto the soft animal skin carpet with a dull thud, but no one paid any attention.

The flickering candlelight cast the shadows of the two people embracing tightly onto the curtain wall.

Entanglement.

ups and downs.

Like battle flags fluttering in the wind, or like clouds rolling and unrolling.

Heavy breathing and suppressed moans intertwined to create the most moving nocturne.

Inside the military tent, beyond the smoke and blood of battle, there was a unique and enchanting spring scene that belonged only to them.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

Silence returned to the tent, with only the intertwined breathing of the two people and the occasional crackling of the candle flame.

Zhao Yu lay languidly on Zhang Yuan's broad, firm chest, her cheek pressed against his warm skin, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat, her fingertips unconsciously tracing circles on the old scar on his shoulder blade.

The previous "anger" had long since turned into a pool of spring water, leaving only the tenderness after satisfaction and heartache for her husband.

Are you still angry that I'm a spendthrift?

Zhang Yuan's deep, chuckling voice sounded above her head as his large hand gently stroked her smooth back.

Zhao Yu snuggled closer to him, finding a more comfortable position, and snorted softly, "Angry! Of course I'm angry! But... considering how hard you've tried to 'apologize,' I'll let you off this time."

She raised her head, her eyes sparkling with wisdom. Her previous coquettishness had been replaced by the shrewdness of a business queen: "Husband, relying solely on Xuan Lan to deal with those old foxes at Jielu Pass is not a long-term solution. We've been exploited too much."

We need to find another way.

"Oh? What are your thoughts, Madam?" Zhang Yuan asked with great interest, knowing that Zhao Yu's business acumen and military skills were both astonishing.

Zhao Yu propped herself up, and the brocade quilt slipped down, revealing her beautiful shoulder and neck lines.

She paid no attention, her eyes only sparkling with inspiration: "First, military formations! The types of troops under your command are becoming increasingly complex, including the Great Qin Army, the Primordial Human Army, the Divine Beast Alliance Army, and even the Primordial Remnants that may be absorbed in the future."

"Your battle formation based on 'Solid Rock' and 'Rift Abyss' is strong, but its compatibility and variability may be insufficient in large-scale, multi-race mixed legion battles."

She stretched out her slender fingers and drew a simple array of light and shadow in the air with her faint true essence.

"We should use the 'Mountain and River Demon-Suppressing Drum' as the central hub and the beacon fire network as the framework to construct the 'Star Shifting Array'!"

"Each legion is an independent star vortex, capable of holding its ground like an 'immovable mountain' and simultaneously launching a coordinated attack like a 'golden roc cleaving the sky.' The core lies in 'node rotation' and 'resonance of baleful energy'..."

She quickly explained her idea.

The ideas are clear and the logic is rigorous.

The ingenious integration of the Chaos God-Demon Body's perception of energy, the rigor of the Great Qin Army's formation, and the wildness of the Primordial Battle Techniques into one was astounding to Zhang Yuan, who was filled with awe and wonder.

Her talent in military formations was even more profound than she had imagined!

"Second, open source!" Zhao Yu changed the subject. "We can't rely solely on spoils and handouts from the Heavenly Palace."

"The Blood Millstone has opened up a new territory of a million miles, three hundred beacon towers form a network, the demonic energy has dissipated, and the earth's veins are gradually stabilizing."

"This place has become a 'buffer zone' and 'safe haven' between the front lines and the rear demon realm!"

"Why not build a 'blood mill metropolis' here, relying on Chen Tieling?"

Her eyes were piercing, radiating endless brilliance.

"Attract those ancient races who are struggling to survive in the cracks of the Demon Realm!"

“They possess unique minerals, elixirs, and even fragments of lost heritage that we need.”

"What we have is the food, elixirs, talismans, safe haven, and fair trade that they desperately need!"

"My husband, your reputation for slaying the Corruption Demon Lord, forcing back the Rift Abyss Demon Lord, and igniting three hundred beacon towers is the best golden signboard!"

"Have Xuanlan allocate some manpower to form a caravan and establish fair exchange rules. Barter or settlement using our issued 'Battle Merit Spirit Crystal Vouchers'."

"In this way, we can not only obtain a stable source of supplies, but also gather the scattered remnants of the ancient times into our outer defenses and eyes and ears!"

Zhang Yuan was deeply moved and couldn't help but hug her tightly: "With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for! This strategy for the market is brilliant! And the discussion on military formations is truly enlightening!"

"Tomorrow I will summon Xuan Lan, Lei Zhen, Zhao Wu, and the others to discuss and finalize the details!"

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A thousand miles beyond the blood-stained millstone.

A hidden rift valley called "Grey Rock Valley".

This is the dwelling place of the "Rock Armor Tribe".

The tribe numbers only a few thousand, but they are naturally strong.

Their skin is as rough and grayish-brown as rock. They are skilled at finding and roughly refining minerals buried deep underground, but they live in constant fear of death and extreme poverty under the rampage of the demons.

At this moment, the narrow passage at the mouth of the valley was carefully opened.

A squad of ten human soldiers stood there quietly.

The leader was none other than Zhao San, the scout captain who had ventured deep into the Black Wind Rift Valley.

They were not wearing armor, but only dressed in standard, practical clothing that allowed for easy movement, and they kept their auras concealed as a sign of friendliness.

But the composed aura they exuded, forged in the crucible of blood and fire, and the fine weapons at their waists, still made the Rock Armor Clan guards grip their rough stone spears tightly with tension.

"Friends of the Rock Armor Clan, don't panic." Zhao San gave a friendly smile, his voice loud and clear. "We have come on the orders of the Fire Commander and have no ill intentions. We have heard that you are skilled in mineral exploration and have come to exchange resources."

He gestured to the team members behind him to open several sealed boxes.

Instantly, the rich aroma of rice and wheat, the fresh scent of herbs, and the faint glow of low-level healing talismans and several gleaming iron daggers filled the air.

Chief Rock Armor, an old man with a white beard and skin like old tree bark, cautiously stepped forward, surrounded by his tribesmen.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily as his gaze fell upon a box of snow-white, plump spirit grains.

They have been eating bitter moss and underground fungi for years. How long has it been since they have seen real grain?

"How do we exchange these?"

The old clan chief, his voice hoarse, pointed to a piece of ore, about half a person's height, dark yet faintly shimmering with silver specks like stars, that his clansmen had struggled to carry out.

This is a "sinking stone" that they discovered by chance but did not know its purpose.

Previously, if you took it to the black market outside Jielu Pass, a large piece could only be exchanged for a few pieces of moldy dry food.

Zhao San stepped forward, carefully examined the ore, and then took out a specially made jade talisman to sense its properties. The talisman emitted a steady silver light. He understood immediately; this was one of the important auxiliary materials for refining the arm of the "Suppressing Abyss" grade powerful bow!

As mentioned in previous intelligence reports, the Jielu Pass Supply Division was offering extremely low purchase prices.

Following Zhao Yu's newly drafted "Blood Mill Market Primary Exchange Guide," Zhao San announced loudly, "This is 'Star-Sinking Iron Ore,' and its quality is acceptable."

"Based on the pricing of my 'Blood Mill Market' in Shen Tieling..."

He paused deliberately, looking at the tense yet expectant eyes of the Rock Armor tribesmen, and announced a number that they could hardly believe.

"This piece can be exchanged for three boxes of high-quality spirit grain of the same volume!"

"Either fifty bottles of low-grade 'Rejuvenation Powder' or twenty fine iron short swords! Your choice!"

"What?!" The old patriarch was so shocked that he almost dropped the stone staff in his hand, his cloudy old eyes wide open.

The surrounding Rock Armor Tribe members gasped in disbelief and gasped softly in astonishment.

Three boxes of spiritual grain!

How long can this feed the entire clan?!

In the past, this big, broken rock couldn't even be traded for a bag of moldy coarse grains!

"You, you guys... really?"

The old clan chief's voice trembled as he pointed at the supplies.

"Absolutely true!" Zhao San said firmly.

"This is a fair price set by the Fire Commander! Moreover," he offered an even greater temptation, "the Fire Commander has said that if the nobles wish, they can send representatives with goods to the newly built 'Blood Mill Market' near my Iron Ridge for trade. There, the supplies are more complete, the exchange is more convenient, and with the protection of my human army, safety is assured!"

The Rock Armor Tribe members were breathing heavily.

Looking at the tangible food, medicine, and weapons brought by the human warriors, and then thinking about the legendary safe market…

An unprecedented sense of hope and excitement quietly began to grow in the gloomy valley.

……

Outside Chentieling, the Qin army's exclusive training camp.

"Ho-!"

A suppressed roar of pain rang out.

A Qin army centurion named Wang Meng stood naked from the waist up, his bronze skin bulging with veins, and sweat pouring down his face.

He was struggling to throw a punch forward, very slowly.

This seemingly simple punch, in the incredibly thick and violently energetic air of the primordial world, felt as if it were traveling through viscous lead and mercury.

An invisible pressure was squeezing his muscles and flesh from all directions.

In the air, the free-floating, violent spiritual energy was like countless tiny needles, trying to pierce his pores and bring him tearing pain.

The hundred-man squad behind him was in an equally dire situation.

Everyone's face was flushed, their muscles were trembling, every breath felt like a bellows being pulled, and every step felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Some even had blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, caused by the internal organ tremors resulting from forcibly circulating their true energy to resist the pressure of the primordial chaos.

Their proud Qin martial arts cultivation was suppressed to a despairing degree in this land with vastly different rules of heaven and earth.

"boom!"

Wang Meng finally unleashed the full force of his punch, the force of which only created a negligible ripple in the air.

He was breathing heavily, supporting himself on his knees, large beads of sweat falling onto the solid ground beneath his feet.

He abruptly sat up, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over his equally disheveled but persevering brothers behind him. His voice was hoarse, yet it roared like a wounded tiger:

"You all better hold on, damn it! What are you panting for?! If you can't even handle this little bit of hardship, do you deserve the skin we wear?!"

He pointed outside the camp to the majestic outline of the main fortress of Chentieling, bathed in the golden light of the beacon fires, and to the distant, faint sounds of the earth-shaking aura and fluid movements of the native army during their drills.

"Look! Look at them! We're not here to act like lords! Nor are we here to hold back Marquis Qingyang and make a fool of ourselves!" Wang Meng's voice suddenly rose, filled with flames of resentment and determination.

"How many comrades did we step on, how many good brothers did we eliminate, to win this opportunity for cross-domain expedition?!"

"His Majesty and King Wu sent us here because they believe we can become the sharpest blades under Marquis Qingyang's command! We're not some damn cowards!"

He slammed his fist into his chest, the sound dull thudding through him: "Three months! King Wu said, at most three months! After three months, I'll lead you all, just like in Tongzhou, and plant our Great Qin's battle flag on the hardest part of that demon's head! Let Marquis Qingyang know, let this entire primordial land know, that our Great Qin army has come—"

He took a deep breath and roared with all his might:

"—The most capable soldiers! Did you hear me?!"

"Roar—!!!" The hundred exhausted Qin men, their bloodline ignited by this roar, unleashed their indomitable spirit and pride, using all their remaining strength to unleash a deafening roar.

The roar, though somewhat hoarse due to a lack of power, was filled with an indomitable will to fight to the death, stubbornly echoing under the heavy, primordial sky.

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At the summit of Chentieling's main fortress, the fierce winds still howled.

Beside Zhang Yuan, the six divine beasts—Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, White Tiger, Qilin, Golden-Winged Roc, and Yellow Dragon—stood side by side, their gazes piercing through the clouds, looking down at the new land below that had been revitalized because of Zhang Yuan.

From the direction of Eagle Beak Cliff, deafening shouts and demonic howls intertwined as new recruits tempered their bodies and wills in the crucible of blood and fire.

In the weapon forging area, the "Star Furnace" spews out an inextinguishable bluish-white flame, and the roar of thunder and the booming sound of giant hammers forging refined iron can be faintly heard.

Further away, at the newly established camp, a million elite Qin soldiers are undergoing arduous and extraordinary adaptive training under the immense pressure of the primordial world.

Wang Meng's unwilling roar seemed to pierce through space, striking the hearts of every bystander.

"Three years of bloodshed and fire, a road paved with the bones of ten thousand, and finally this small corner of peace has been achieved." The red-clad woman, transformed from the Vermilion Bird, sighed softly, her crimson-gold eyes reflecting the busy yet resilient scene at the foot of Chentie Ridge.

"Commander Zhang, you, with your human body, have performed the feat of creating a new world, gathering scattered sand into an iron wall, attracting powerful aid from other worlds, and even receiving the blessings of the Sky Patrol... We are all in awe of such fortune and methods."

The old man, Xuan Turtle, stroked his beard, his gaze falling on the Qin army formation below, led by Ying Wuji, which was resisting the immense pressure of heaven and earth with unwavering will: "The human race in this world has extraordinary potential."

"However, the demonic calamity is raging, the bounty offered by the Rift Abyss shakes the heavens, the will of the Abyss is eyeing us covetously, and the attitude of the Heavenly Palace is ambiguous... Time remains the greatest enemy."

The white-haired man, who was actually a white tiger, had sharp, piercing eyes, his murderous aura barely contained: "What they lack is not willpower, but strength. The laws of the primordial world are profound, and the primordial energy is violent. It is difficult for non-native beings or those with strong bloodlines to quickly reach the peak."

"If we proceed step by step, we may not be able to stop the next wave of demonic tide."

The golden-crowned youth, who was actually a golden-winged roc, nodded, his voice carrying a sharpness that pierced the clouds: "Not bad. Under Commander Zhang's command, the prehistoric human race has been transformed after three years of your training."

"The soldiers of the Great Qin are iron-willed and courageous, with a solid foundation, but they lack only a key to unlock the shackles of the primordial world."

The middle-aged man, in the form of a Qilin, swept his gentle gaze across the entire war zone before finally settling on Zhang Yuan. With a resolute expression, he said, "Commander Zhang, you have rekindled the flame of hope for the primordial world, opened up a place for the human race to survive, and even risked being caught in the vortex to face the giants of the heavens. We admire such a sense of responsibility."

He paused slightly, exchanged a solemn glance with the other divine beast avatars, and the six ancient and powerful auras originating from the primordial origin resonated together.

"We have reached a decision." Zhuque stepped forward, his red robes fluttering, and his body was engulfed in illusory yet powerful Nirvana Flames capable of incinerating the void.

A blood essence the size of a pigeon egg, condensed purely from golden-red divine flames and containing profound phoenix patterns, slowly emerged from between her brows, radiating a heat and vitality that distorted the very space around her.

"We are willing to use our very essence and blood as a guide to help your pillars of strength break free from their shackles and reach the pinnacle!" (End of Chapter)