474 Overlord II

Hua Yu smiled gently, "It's best if you make the decision, little sister. We're not as skilled as you are, and it wouldn't be good if we rashly picked and damaged the spiritual plants."

The other women nodded in agreement. There was no rush. They were just curious.

Lian Xiuxiu nodded gently. Although it was a cultivation speed, it was beyond description. She had a strange memory of the cultivation techniques: the Three Absolute Techniques of Overlord Thunder and the Five Adjustments of Fuxi.

The cultivation method primarily involves playing the zither, with swordsmanship as a secondary skill. However, the swordsmanship seems to be innate, progressing rapidly. For some inexplicable reason, he couldn't suppress his doubts, though he didn't dwell on them. When the zither music played, his spirit was present.

In this spiritual land, the higher one's cultivation level, the more one can control their own Overlord Thunder Three Absolutes. The terrifying power is gradually brought under control, and one realizes that one needs to improve one's cultivation level.

Perhaps the many anxieties of the past stemmed from this: insufficient cultivation, the inexplicable power that came into one's body, and the consequence of not being able to withstand it was exploding and dying.

Their minds were compelled to cultivate once more. The women among them also slowly entered a state of cultivation.

Seeing everyone's state, Wei Lan and Wei Qinghui glanced over and noticed that Wan Qing and Rou Rou had been busy for a long time and were probably a little tired.

Gently approaching the two women, gazing upon their breathtaking beauty, Qinghui softly said, "My two younger sisters must be tired. Why don't you go back and rest now?"

Rou Rou and the other two nodded gently. The four of them glanced at the spiritual land and, seeing that everyone was immersed in cultivation, quietly left.

Wei Lan sighed softly, "I wonder if Wen'er missed me this evening. Time flies." She knew in her heart that this was a rare opportunity, and if she could not cultivate, she feared that her beauty would fade and her youth would be gone.

Wanqing nodded, her eyes clear and bright like water. Despite her many experiences, they remained bright and pure, unaffected by worldly disturbances and temptations, filled with gentleness and warmth.

As the eastern sky began to lighten, she said softly, "If Wen'er's literacy is good enough, let her focus on her cultivation. However, I don't know much about this matter either; Sister Lan can discuss it with Sister Ji and the others."

Human cultivation methods are somewhat inexplicable, which makes me think of my lover, whose cultivation progresses by leaps and bounds in no time.

The four of them slowly walked into the inner courtyard. The night was slightly dark, and they couldn't see clearly. They prepared to go in and wash up.

The door opened by itself, and a familiar figure appeared. Wei Lan and Wei Qinghui blushed involuntarily, and Rou Rou and Wan Qing gently rushed into her arms. Their eyes were only on this person.

He gently pulled the other two into his arms; it was the coldest time of day.

Long, slender legs were wrapped around her waist, soft and boneless, snow-white and translucent. The beautiful woman, shy and bashful, also wrapped her arms around her waist and caressed her with her jade hands.

Wei Qinghui blushed, and after hearing a whisper in her ear, she nodded and left.

She was incredibly shy.

The same was true for Wan Qing.

In the restless morning, the orioles sang softly.

It ended two hours later.

The familiar main hall, the crimson earth, the simply restored hall, a few large wooden chairs, the people sitting there, not caring at all, wearing battle robes that seemed never to have been changed, except that the plumes on their heads seemed to have been replaced.

Embroidered with gold thread, resembling a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown, wielding a large Guan Dao (a type of halberd), with domineering eyes and an unyielding face.

The man, in a low voice, listened quietly to his subordinate's report.

"Your Majesty, the Qi Kingdom is currently ruled by a three-year-old child, with the Supreme Palace and the Mysterious Sect governing from the east and west respectively. The main forces in Qi that we know of are these two sects, as well as the Repentance Temple, which is said to be very popular, but it rarely participates in the power struggles." Qing, one of the four subordinates of the Red King, reported softly.

Although the sound was soft, it reached Red King's ears with exceptional clarity.

The Red King showed no reaction, so Qing continued to report, "Your Majesty, the Lord of the Supreme Palace possesses unfathomable power. He made his move twenty years ago, slaying the Demon King with a single sword strike from a hundred miles away."

"Among the Xuanji Sect, its current leader, Mo Dazhen, is said to have a Supreme Elder who has been in seclusion. This proactive attack suggests that the Supreme Elder is still alive."

It is estimated that the Supreme Elder is over three hundred years old. His cultivation level as a Martial Emperor, and his exact strength, are currently difficult to ascertain.

The Red King silently opened his eyes and said in a low voice, "The Supreme Palace and the Mysterious Sect, both require submission or death. Is Qi so weak that they would choose a three-year-old child?"

Falcon, another subordinate of the Red King, dressed in red and carrying a sharp knife, quietly agreed, "Judging from Qi's actions this time, it seems they don't have much power to resist. If we occupy the border area, it should be easy."

He rose again and cautiously inquired, "Your Majesty, I have already had people spread rumors about the war in Qi, severely damaging public opinion in Qi. In the border areas, I have observed over the past few days that many people have already fled, especially the wealthy families in the city, who are fleeing the fastest."

Even the county magistrate fled overnight, and few wealthy families remained. The poor families could not escape either.

I wonder how the king will treat those who stayed behind.

The Red King remained silent, seemingly deep in thought. At that moment, another subordinate, Magpie, spoke in a low, cold voice, mockingly saying, "Since you've been defeated, you should naturally become our prisoners."

Since they are prisoners, they should serve us for generations to come. They will farm for us and provide us with food. If anyone dares to resist, we will kill more people; once they are frightened, they will naturally obey.

Falcon remained silent, offering no response. His gaze was deep and resolute as he quietly awaited the Red King's reply.

The Red King seemed to be pondering something important or an unforgettable memory, lost in thought. The surrounding air seemed to become silent and oppressive, with only the wind gently blowing the feathers on his head.

In my mind, I was forced to leave home, a natural disaster struck the village, my family starved to death, and I was forced to wander in a strange place. A single bite of food, a ditch or a stream of water—unforgettable days, even though I had died once.

My eyes closed and closed again. If I were like that, wouldn't I be just like my brothers?

I still remember my vow: 'I will ensure that my people live well.'

The Red King murmured softly, almost to himself, "His own people."

The moment he opened his eyes, he slowly swept them over the four men. The four subordinates instinctively avoided his gaze, not daring to meet his eyes. His powerful aura and imposing presence caused them to unconsciously lower their heads in reverence.

The Red King simply asked softly, "What's your opinion?"

The falcon gently raised its head and slowly said, "Your Majesty, the villagers on the border of Qi are not much different from those in our country. Now their magistrates have all fled, abandoning them. We need to guide their words slightly."

Then, by using strict rules to control them, we can make them willingly risk their lives for us.

The Red King nodded slightly, his eyes full of approval, and praised, "Good, as you say."