Chapter 226: Keeping You Will Only Bring Disaster to the World

The Qin Shen Dynasty, founded a thousand years ago by the god of slaughter Zou Qinshen and a group of heroes.

At this moment, the Qin Shen Dynasty was bustling with excitement.

Two major sects coming to the Qin Shen Dynasty to select disciples—such a grand event only occurred once every ten years in the dynasty.

Tongtian Island and the Xianling Sect were the two closest major powers to the Qin Shen Dynasty.

Most of the disciples in these two sects were selected from the Qin Shen Dynasty, so the relationship between the two sects and the dynasty was naturally very good.

At this moment, in the vast outer hall of the palace.

On a martial arts platform dozens of zhang wide, made of bluestone, two royal members were sparring. On the high platform above, the representatives of the two sects sat side by side with the Qin King, watching the match below.

Tongtian Island was located on a vast sea. It was rumored that the island was built on the back of a ten-thousand-year-old turtle, but the specifics were unknown.

The Xianling Sect only accepted female disciples, much like the Xuanjian Pavilion. Among the royal family, there were countless princesses, and entering the Xianling Sect was a way for these royal princesses to escape their predetermined fates.

"Qin King, the princes and princesses this time are quite good," said the representative from Tongtian Island, an inner sect elder responsible for disciple affairs. The founding ancestor of the Qin Shen Dynasty had exceptional talent, and there was a high chance that among the descendants, someone might match that ancestral talent.

"Elder Huang, you flatter me," the Qin King replied with a hearty laugh, feeling gratified by Elder Huang's praise.

"Qin King, that aloof little one from ten years ago—how is his cultivation now?" Huang Bangyang asked with a smile. Ten years ago, when recruiting disciples in the Qin Shen Dynasty, a young boy had caught his attention.

"Elder Huang, you mean Sheng'er?" the Qin King asked.

"Yes."

"Alas, that child is obsessed with power struggles, endlessly contending with his brothers. He has neglected his cultivation. Now he is only at the mid-stage of Entering Divinity," the Qin King said.

"Not bad, not bad. If he had returned to the sect with me back then and devoted himself to cultivation, his achievements would have been immeasurable," Elder Huang said with some regret. Still, reaching the mid-stage of Entering Divinity was commendable in his view.

At that moment, the Xianling Sect elder, who had been sitting motionless, spoke up: "That child is not bad."

The Qin King looked intently and then smiled. "Yes, Shuiyun does have good talent."

The two sect elders were like shoppers at a market, picking out which talents looked promising to take back.

The Qin King fully supported the sects selecting disciples from the royal family. He was still in his prime, vigorous and robust, with a harem of three thousand beauties. Naturally, he had many children—dozens were born each year. Sending some to the sects was a good option.

It saved the trouble of them growing up and fighting for power, causing chaos in the royal family.

"Prince Tenglong wins."

The outcome on the martial arts platform was decided. A boy of only twelve or thirteen struck his sibling with a palm, sending him spitting blood off the stage. Then he raised his hand high, looking down with contempt.

"Who else wants to compete with me for first place in this tournament? If you're not convinced, come up!" Zou Tenglong shouted arrogantly from the platform.

The Qin King on the high platform shook his head at this. "I apologize for the embarrassment, esteemed elders."

"No matter. This child is good," Elder Huang said with a nod and a smile. With exceptional talent, he would be a fine seedling with proper training.

Though only twelve or thirteen, Zou Tenglong was ruthless. For his training, countless prisoners in the dungeons had been beaten to death.

As he spoke, his killing intent filled the air, chilling his siblings to the bone.

"His killing intent is too strong," the Xianling Sect Elder Yin said, shaking her head.

...

Just then, the Qin King and the two sect elders, who had been chatting, suddenly stood up, staring into the distance.

They sensed intermittent auras drifting from afar, mixed with faint screams.

Lin Fan, carrying Zou Sheng and the others, had already flown over the Qin Shen Dynasty. Seeing the palace ahead, he quickened his pace.

Zou Sheng, amidst his screams, realized they were being taken to the palace. Joy surged within him, but the pain was so intense he could no longer speak.

The Qin King finally saw clearly what was approaching from afar. His expression changed instantly, but he steadied himself and asked, "Who are you, sir? Why have you harmed my son?"

He saw Zou Sheng behind Lin Fan, covered in blood, weak, and seemingly near death.

The royal children participating in the martial arts competition also looked up. When they saw the scene in the air, they screamed in shock.

They recognized the captive as their elder brother, Crown Prince Zou Sheng.

Some were worried, while others felt a secret satisfaction.

Zou Tenglong, as the tournament's first-place winner, was enjoying the crowd's adoration. Seeing this unknown man steal his spotlight, he was displeased. But when he looked up and saw his brother taken hostage, he roared, "Villain! Release my brother at once!"

Elder Huang frowned and stepped forward. "Sir, if you have something to say, we can discuss it calmly."

"Who is the Qin King?" Lin Fan asked coldly.

"I am the Qin King," the Qin King replied, locking eyes with Lin Fan, anger burning within him.

"He slaughtered one hundred and eight innocent villagers. How do you account for this?" Lin Fan asked.

The Qin King was taken aback. He had thought it was something major, but it turned out to be such a trivial matter. Those mountain villagers were not even considered subjects of the Qin Shen Dynasty. Killing them was nothing. But seeing the other's demeanor, he realized it might not be so simple. Could these villagers be related to him?

Thus provoking his retaliation.

Elder Huang frowned. Slaughtering one hundred and eight innocent villagers was indeed excessive.

"Villain, release my brother quickly! They were just a bunch of mountain ants. Killing them is nothing. If you don't let him go, watch your own dog's life!" shouted the twelve-year-old Zou Tenglong, his face full of menace.

Zou Tenglong, though young, was outstanding in talent among the royal family, worthy of being called a genius.

In this tournament, he aimed to catch the sects' attention. With his talent, becoming a great figure under the sects' training was only a matter of time.

"Ants..." Lin Fan's gaze sharpened, fixed on the boy below. A cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Great figures sit high above, with absolute power, seeing all as ants. Those villagers were ants in your eyes, and you are but an ant in mine."

"Your talent is not bad, but to act recklessly before you've grown—that is seeking death." Lin Fan's killing intent surged, his overwhelming aura filling the entire palace.

"Hmph! This is the Qin Shen Dynasty. You villain, release my brother and submit to execution, or I'll make your life worse than death!" Zou Tenglong, fearless, stared at Lin Fan with disdain.

In an instant, a sharp glint flashed in Lin Fan's eyes.

"Keeping you will only bring disaster to the world."