How powerful would someone who rules a continent be?
Between heaven and earth, there are nineteen continents. The land of a single continent is often millions of miles wide. Not to mention ordinary people, even cultivators would find it difficult to travel from one end of a continent to the other even if they spent their entire lives.
Such a vast region can produce countless natural treasures and rare gems. Those who can freely use and enjoy these things are those who are not skilled in cultivation, have poor comprehension, and whose strength can reach an extremely terrifying level.
The emperor's might is like a prison, as vast as the ocean!
The audience with the Qin Emperor was much simpler and easier than he had expected. There were no obstacles or searches, and he met the Qin Emperor with ease and without any hindrance.
Upon standing before this emperor, Feng Bingwen immediately understood why the palace security was so lax: the emperor before him had no need for guards at all.
Secular emperors are simply not worthy of being compared to this emperor who wields immense power; part of the power he holds originates from himself.
"Supreme Daoist, Feng Bingwen, pays respects to the Emperor of Great Qin!"
Feng Bingwen bowed respectfully, performing a traditional Chinese greeting, a gesture of respect from a junior to an elder.
Regardless of the emperor's purpose in summoning him, his words and actions at this moment represented the highest principles, and he must never show any flattery or fawning. Of course, that kind of behavior was not popular in the Qin Dynasty.
"Supreme Daoist Master, Zhao Junxian, do you recognize him?"
A voice came from the emperor's throne. Feng Bingwen was unable to raise his head to see the emperor's face directly, even though there was no concealment between them. His strength was insufficient to allow him to do so.
"This is my teacher!"
Feng Bingwen replied.
"Oh? Your master was born to the celestial immortal Zhao Chengqian. He was born extraordinary and created a method to open his meridians at the beginning of his cultivation. He has the meridian characteristics of an immortal. I wonder how your aptitude compares to your master's as the successor of the Dao? How much true knowledge have you received?"
"My aptitude is inferior. Without good fortune, I am not worthy of being cultivated. As for the position of Dao Child, I am not qualified unless my fellow disciples yield to me."
Feng Bingwen responded.
"Inferior qualifications?"
Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's answer, the figure on the imperial throne burst into laughter.
The next moment, Feng Bingwen felt as if all his secrets had been seen through, leaving him nowhere to hide or conceal himself. But at this moment, Feng Bingwen was very calm. Although this feeling was not good, he believed in the Heavenly Book, which was very well hidden.
"Although your physical body was acquired later in life, it proves that you have great fortune. As for your innate talent, it can only be considered mediocre, not inferior!"
The Emperor of Qin was nothing like the rumors suggested, completely unlike the impressions of ordinary cultivators. His tone was also very amiable. If it weren't for the increasingly heavy imperial aura permeating the palace, Feng Bingwen would probably have thought he was having a casual chat with an older cultivator.
"What are you doing? What are you doing!"
Feng Bingwen himself didn't react much, but that didn't mean the other things inside his body could tolerate it. A magnificent divine light surged up, shining from between Feng Bingwen's eyebrows, then bursting out and finally transforming into a divine wheel, hanging behind Feng Bingwen's head, making the young Taoist appear ethereal and otherworldly, with a solemn and dignified appearance.
"Who are you? I recognize you! Do you think you can act recklessly just because you've become emperor? He is the Supreme Daoist Master, not someone you can casually spy on. Do you think the Supreme Daoist Sect has no one left?"
The loud, clattering sound echoed through the majestic imperial palace. The instant the sound rang out, Feng Bingwen immediately felt the sensation of being seen through his body disappear, replaced by a warm feeling that brought him immense peace of mind.
At this moment, Feng Bingwen's impression of the Five Elements Heavenly Wheel, who called himself his grandpa and demanded that he treat him like an ancestor, changed drastically. Although he was arrogant, when faced with a problem, the Five Elements Heavenly Wheel really dared to jump out and was not cowardly at all.
"Ha, I am speaking with the Supreme Daoist Master, what right do you have to interrupt!"
The Five Elements Heavenly Wheel was powerful, but the emperor Feng Bingwen was meeting was even more domineering. The floating divine light could not hold for long before it instantly disintegrated with a single finger from the emperor.
With a mournful cry, the divine wheel that had been hanging behind Feng Bingwen fell back into his body. In the distance, Feng Bingwen seemed to hear the sound of metal cracking.
"You little brat Zhao, even if you ascend the throne and become emperor, the disciples of the Supreme Dao are not someone you can bully at will!"
It must be said that the Five Elements Heavenly Wheel is truly tough. Even after being beaten up again, it didn't back down at all, and even dared to threaten the Emperor of Qin.
"How dare you do this?"
"snort!"
The emperor was too lazy to even talk to a celestial artifact. After letting out a cold snort, the celestial artifact, which had already fallen into Feng Bingwen's sea of consciousness, became completely silent.
"His Majesty!"
At this moment, it would be impossible for Feng Bingwen not to be nervous. This was someone he could hardly look directly at, someone whose mere breath could crush him. Yet, the protective immortal artifact that the Supreme Dao had arranged for him was so arrogant.
"It's nothing!"
The emperor naturally wouldn't hold a grudge against Feng Bingwen. He summoned Feng Bingwen simply to meet the Supreme Daoist Master.
After all, the commotion caused by his arrival in Xianyang was extraordinary and could not be explained by mere talent. However, when he actually met this Daoist, he was somewhat disappointed because he did not see any connection between this Supreme Daoist and the Ying clan of Zhao.
His previous investigation was based on this. As the seventh emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty who inherited the ambition of the First Emperor and was given the title of Emperor, he did not mind having another son who would serve as the Supreme Dao Son, even if he was an illegitimate child. At most, he would be criticized by the court officials and the people in terms of private morality, but it would not be a big deal.
Compared to the rewards such an offspring could bring, a slight loss of reputation was nothing. However, after meeting him, he was quite certain that this Daozi did not have any Zhao blood in him.
This is a bit troublesome. Although the dead can be made to appear alive, and the fake can be made to appear real, he is the Emperor of Qin. He can acknowledge his illegitimate son who is related to him by blood, but he will never force someone unrelated to him to become his heir. That would be too despicable.
After the thought of regret arose, the emperor lost interest in talking. After exchanging a few words with Feng Bingwen, he left as if he had been granted a pardon.
For a cultivator like him, coming into contact with beings of too great strength too early is hardly a pleasant experience.
As soon as Feng Bingwen left, the imperial palace returned to silence. Soon after, accompanied by unhurried and gentle footsteps, a clean-faced, beardless figure entered.
"His Majesty!"
"How's the investigation going?"
"The Supreme Daoist, Feng Bingwen, was born in Donghua Continent and is currently seventeen years old..."
If Feng Bingwen were here, he would probably be quite surprised to hear the details of his investigation reported to the emperor, because in a very short time, the Qin intelligence agency had basically investigated his life and deeds thoroughly.
And that's not all. They even investigated his family relationships and his ancestors in great detail, more so than Feng Bingwen ever did.
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"A reincarnation of a sage?"
Anyone who knows Feng Bingwen's life story would never believe that Feng Bingwen was simply blessed with good fortune. Even the Emperor of Qin was no exception. In the eyes of someone like him, all coincidences in the world were deliberate arrangements.
Moreover, everything Feng Bingwen experienced seemed completely wrong. His journey from mortal to cultivator, obtaining magical treasures, becoming a disciple of the Supreme Daoist Master, and finally acquiring the Innate Dao Body—none of it made sense.
"What do you think of this child?"
"Everything is decided by Your Majesty, and I will act in accordance with Your Majesty's will!"
The eunuch answered without hesitation.
"He is not my son, nor is he related to the Zhao family by any blood!"
Hearing the eunuch's smooth reply, the emperor showed no emotion. He didn't need anyone to make decisions for him; as the emperor, those around him only needed to carry out his will.
"Here you go!"
The meaning of these words was crystal clear. The eunuch Zhong Liang immediately understood. Before meeting the emperor, he had made two preparations. One was the true result of the investigation: that this Supreme Daoist had no relation to the Qin royal family, even if one searched through his ancestors for eighteen generations.
However, in many cases, the truth is not important; what matters is what outcome the emperor desires. If the emperor deems it necessary, then any of the ancestors of the Supreme Daoist, or any of his direct relatives, can appropriately alter their identities.
Moreover, this is not just a matter of making changes on paper. The Qin Dynasty can send powerful figures to make actual changes. Even if other forces investigate, their findings will inevitably be consistent with those of the Qin Dynasty.
"What a pity!"
The emperor's tone held a hint of sighing. As the emperor's attendant, Zhongliang immediately understood, bowed slightly, and reported to the emperor.
"Your Majesty, the Seventeenth Princess is neither married nor engaged. Her mother recently told those around her that she wanted to ask Your Majesty to find a suitable match for the Princess!"
"Little Seventeen!"
The emperor responded slightly, then recalled a petite and exquisite figure. His harem had hundreds of concubines. Although his power was so great that it was extremely difficult for him to have children, he still had more than twenty offspring after accumulating enough offspring.
"It seems like it's been ten years since I last saw her!"
"His Majesty is extremely busy and cannot get away!"
Hearing the emperor's seemingly guilty voice, the eunuch quickly replied that the emperors of the Great Qin Dynasty had always been extremely strict, even harsh, on their children, and few had ever been favored.
"Um!"
The emperor nodded, seemingly agreeing with the eunuch's statement, and then asked...
"In your opinion, who is a suitable match for my beloved daughter?"
"Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, the Supreme Daoist is a suitable match for the Seventeenth Princess!"
As the emperor's personal attendant, Zhongliang knew exactly what to do and what to say, and answered without hesitation.
"The Supreme Daoist Prince could be my son-in-law, but what if he is unwilling?"
"It shouldn't be. This Daoist is currently without a Daoist partner, and the Imperial Daughter is in love with him. How could he not accept?"
"Go and make the arrangements!"
Meanwhile, outside the Xianyang Palace, Feng Bingwen stood in the air, looking back with a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection).
"How embarrassing!"
He entered the imperial palace but didn't even get a clear look at what the current emperor looked like. His Majesty didn't try to conceal his face at all, and because of his lack of power, he couldn't look directly at the emperor's face.
"Brother Feng!"
While he was pondering, Feng Bingwen heard someone calling him from afar. Looking in the direction of the sound, he immediately saw a group of familiar faces. They were the human prodigies who had feasted with him not long ago. They had all come to the vicinity of the palace and were waiting for him to come out.
"They're here!"
As the wind blew through the cultural landscape, it landed near this group of prodigies. Before they could even stand up straight, these usually reserved individuals, including the prodigies, began bombarding them with questions.
"Feng Daozi, did you see His Majesty during your visit to the palace?"
"Of course I saw it, what's the point of asking?"
"Brother Feng, His Majesty summoned you for an audience and spoke to you. If it's convenient, could you tell me what he said? If not, then so be it."
In an instant, countless inquiries filled the air, making one dizzy and disoriented. However, all the inquiries had one thing in common: the Emperor of Qin.
This emperor, who holds the greatest power among humankind, possesses a special significance. He is not only one of the strongest among humankind, but the meaning he represents and symbolizes is also captivating.
Since the First Emperor of Qin swept across the eight wastelands and unified the Northern Underworld, the Great Qin Dynasty has gone through five thousand years of vicissitudes. The current emperor is the seventh emperor, starting with the First Emperor.
After the monarchs of the Qin Dynasty were qualified to call themselves emperors, no emperor ever stopped fighting. Raising troops to conquer the demon realm was something every Qin emperor would do, and the Qin Dynasty's expansion never stopped.
Such a country and such an emperor are naturally something that many spirited young talents of the human race yearn for.
"I did see the emperor, but I didn't get a clear look at his face!"
Feng Bingwen made no attempt to hide his feelings and experiences from his audience with the Qin Emperor, sharing them with these human prodigies who were his contemporaries.
While Feng Bingwen was chatting happily with many prodigies, in the vast clear sky, amidst the majestic palaces, a young girl looked somewhat bewildered at the mountains of divine materials and immortal treasures piled up before her. Outside her palace, servants carrying rare and precious items continued to come and go in an endless stream.
"Your Highness, these are all gifts from His Majesty!"
Seeing the girl's bewildered yet slightly uneasy expression, the eunuch beside her, his face full of respect and reverence, spoke up to explain.
"Father?"
Upon hearing the eunuch's explanation, the girl's face showed even more confusion, and even a hint of fear.
For her, the towering figure standing on the throne was too distant and too unfamiliar. The only interaction she had with him was the extremely strict demands and tests she often received from her father.
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