Asura Mad Emperor

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As it turned out, the jade token Qinchuan presented was none other than the waist token of the Eldest Prince, Li Zhi.

Having been reincarnated nine times, Qinchuan cultivated the supreme Asura Emperor Soul, but when it was inconvenient to reveal his identity, leveraging the powers of the mortal world could also be surprisingly effective.

Although Spirit Martial City bordered the Ancient Kingdom of Great Yan, it was a bona fide city under the jurisdiction of the Tianyuan Nation, which also had its army stationed there.

As the City Lord, even though Yun Kuan was stationed at the frontier, he was still governed by the Tianyuan Royal Family, so the moment he saw the character "Li" on the waist token in Qinchuan's hand, containing a hint of the emperor's aura, he immediately understood Qinchuan's connection to the Tianyuan Royal Family and naturally did not dare to neglect him.

That night, Li Zhi and Ding Hao were respectfully arranged by Yun Kuan to stay at the City Lord's Mansion.

All was peaceful throughout the night.

The next morning, bright and early, Qinchuan and Ding Hao left the City Lord's Mansion and headed for the Spirit Martial Range, making their way towards the Spirit Martial Great Tomb.

Upon entering the Spirit Martial Range, the surroundings immediately fell silent. The only path underfoot was a small road forged from azure gold, winding its way through bushy ancient forests.

Intricate runes were carved onto the surface of the azurite path, twinkling with a divine light that seemed to fill the sky with stars, rendering this ancient road both mysterious and serene.

The two traveled unabated along the azurite ancient road, and before long, they had arrived at the inner area of the Spirit Martial Range, occasionally hearing the distant roar of fierce beasts.

In the inner area, the countless mysterious and profound runes on the ancient road glimmered more radiantly, exuding an infinite and terrifying pressure.

It was precisely because of the terrifying pressure emanating from this ancient road that numerous fierce beasts dared not approach it, creating an exceptionally safe pathway that led straight to the Spirit Martial Great Tomb.

Ding Hao followed behind Qinchuan, walking and exclaiming in admiration.

"This Spirit Martial Great Tomb is located in the central area of the Spirit Martial Range, where fierce beasts roam wild, making it difficult for humans to traverse the range and reach the secret grounds. It is unknown which formidable being forcefully laid this azurite ancient road from the Spirit Martial Great Tomb, providing humans with the means to journey to this secret land from ancient times."

Upon hearing this, Qinchuan shook his head and corrected, "It wasn't to traverse the Spirit Martial Range that this ancient road was built, but rather, the ancient road existed first, followed by the Spirit Martial Range!"

"The ancient road existed first, followed by the continuous mountain range?"

Ding Hao wore a look of surprise and muttered to himself, hearing this viewpoint for the first time.

"That's right because the Spirit Martial Great Tomb came first, then the Spirit Martial Range, and finally, Spirit Martial City was established!"

In fact, the existence of the Spirit Martial Great Tomb was so ancient that by the time of Qinchuan's first life, there were already countless legends surrounding the nine mystical tombs in the world.

There were rumors that these nine secret realms were the nurturing grounds for cultivation and living for the nine ancient god-demons; others said they were the burial sites where the nine ancient god-demons had been transformed into the essence of the world. There were even rumors that the nine secret realms were the nine gateways to the borders of the nine domains, but they brought calamity upon the world, leading to the gods and demons joining forces to seal them, resulting in today's great tombs.

Certainly, there were various legends, each differing from the next.

Even Qinchuan had not entirely understood the origin of the Spirit Martial Great Tomb, but there was one thing for sure: the tomb existed since ancient times.

As they walked and talked, within a short time, they had reached the end of the ancient road.

A mound lay ahead, the well-known Spirit Martial Great Tomb. True to its name, the mound stood tall amidst the surrounding continuous mountains, majestic and imposing, indeed resembling a grand tomb of a Divine King.

The Spirit Martial Great Tomb was set to open at high noon, and there was still some time before it would. But at this moment, a good number of martial artists of the Spirit Martial Realm had already gathered in front of the tomb, and through the crowd, Qinchuan also spotted a group of spiritual beasts.

What exactly was emerging from within the Spirit Martial Great Tomb to not only attract countless talented and young humans but also lure the spirit beasts of the Spirit Martial Range, ignoring danger for the chance to compete and enter?

"He's here!"

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Qinchuan's arrival immediately caught the attention of many martial artists.

Qinchuan's performance yesterday was simply too eye-catching, single-handedly taking on two Dao Palace Realm powerhouses, not only emerging unscathed, but also leaving the opponents heavily injured and immobile. Afterwards, he was even respectfully invited to the City Lord's Mansion.

Once this news was released, many of the talented individuals in Spirit Martial City became aware of such an extraordinary talent overnight. Everyone began to feel threatened, fearing that Qinchuan would compete with them for the Spiritual Treasures.

Many cultivators gathered in one place, standing in opposition to Qinchuan and his people, with unfriendly expressions in their eyes.

The ill-favored Huang San, with his signature mustache shaped like the number eight, stood in front of the crowd. Obviously, these people had been gathered by him, and the meaning behind it went without saying.

Given Qinchuan's overly powerful performance in Spirit Martial City before this, he had already affected everyone's fair competition for the Spiritual Treasures. Therefore, after entering the Spirit Martial Great Tomb, he was bound to become the target of public criticism and would be dealt with collectively by this group of people.

How could Qinchuan not understand the intentions of the crowd, but after glancing over them once, he lost interest in them.

His face was as impassive as an ancient well, without a trace of emotion, as he calmly said, "A rabble of no importance, none of you even qualify to carry my shoes. After entering the Spirit Martial Great Tomb, there's no need for me to take action personally, as you will all be annihilated by the malevolent spirits within the tomb. Yet you dare to dream of ants devouring an elephant, truly overestimating your abilities."

Qinchuan's voice rang out clear and resonant, reaching the ears of every martial artist on the field, instantly irritating them.

"Arrogant! Too arrogant!"

"This man is too conceited! Even if he can handle Dao Palace Realm cultivators, can he really take on thousands of us?"

If it weren't for the Realm suppression in front of the Spirit Martial Great Tomb, the crowd would have already surged forward and torn him to pieces.

Just then, a series of ding-ding-dong-dong sounds came from the direction of the ancient road, carrying with them a seductive melody that seemed to drive away spirits.

The ding-ding-dong-dong sounds accelerated from a slow pace to a rapid one, and soon, everyone felt dizzy and delirious, as if their souls were being hooked away.

Just as the magical, mesmerizing chimes were about to enslave everyone's souls, suddenly a loud and clear voice burst forth,

"Noisy!"

As the shout rose, the captivating demonic music stopped abruptly.

Qinchuan's voice was as loud as a bell, containing the essence of the Dao, disbanding the demonic melody. The crowd then recovered from their trance, looking at each other with lingering fear.

A mysterious figure enshrouded in a black robe, with a ghoulish aura on his face that obscured his features, emerged from the mist-filled ancient road.

In his hand, he held a Soul Jade Wand, with a pair of bright green bells hanging from the tip, the source of the enchanting sounds. Continue your adventure at My Virtual Library Empire

"Hundred Ghosts Sect—"

"It's someone from the Hundred Ghosts Sect!"

"Why have they come?"

Upon recognizing the newcomer, Huang San and the multitude of martial artists behind him all grew pale.

"Although the Hundred Ghosts Sect is the nearest major sect to Spirit Martial City, there is still a distance of tens of thousands of miles. How did the news reach their ears?"

"We haven't even dealt with this Qinchuan yet, and now a disciple of the Hundred Ghosts Sect has appeared. What should we do now?"

The news of the emergence of the Spiritual Treasures within the Spirit Martial Great Tomb, although leaked, had not caused any extraordinary disturbances, and only the martial artists and cultivators from smaller sects near Spirit Martial City had spread the news, so those gathered here were all from smaller sects.

But the Hundred Ghosts Sect is a famous sect in West County of the Great Yan Ancient Kingdom, well-established with abundant resources, resplendent in talents. If the geniuses of the Hundred Ghosts Sect were to join in the competition for the Spiritual Treasures, the rest would probably stand no chance.