Under Qin Qianluo's leadership, the group moved like a sharp blade, cutting through all obstacles.
The soldiers' shouts of battle were deafening, and the flashing of swords caused the fleeing enemy troops to abandon their armor and weapons and flee in disarray once again.
After a continuous search, they finally cleared this area of land, including all the people living there.
At the same time, news of the Tianxuan army's attack spread like a bombshell to the Japanese royal family.
Inside the luxurious palace, an atmosphere of extravagance permeated the carved beams and painted rafters.
Upon hearing the news, the emperor, who was indulging in wine and women, turned pale with fright. The wine cup in his hand crashed to the ground, and the expensive wine splashed onto his magnificent dragon robe.
His body trembled violently, his obese double chin quivered incessantly, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face like broken beads.
The Emperor knew perfectly well that the difference in strength between Tengen and Japan was like heaven and earth.
In the past, although he had the idea of invading Tianxuan, he never dared to take action because he was afraid of the other party's strength.
Now, the Tianxuan army has actually taken the initiative to besiege the city, which terrifies him.
The Emperor paced frantically back and forth in the palace, muttering to himself, his obese body trembling like a leaf, his face filled with ever-increasing fear.
He prayed constantly for divine protection, but all his efforts were in vain.
The Tianxuan army, like a surging tide, was unstoppable and broke through the palace's multiple defenses.
The shouts of battle shook the palace beams and pillars slightly. A flash of cold light, and a sharp blade pierced through the emperor's chest.
The Emperor's eyes widened, filled with fear and resentment, before he collapsed to the ground.
Qin Qianluo stared at the Emperor's corpse, unable to suppress the smile on her lips any longer. The sea breeze, carrying a salty smell, swept over her, wildly ruffling her hair.
She finally did it! Now, the entire island of Japan belongs to Tianxuan's territory.
Most of the Japanese people on the island were also imprinted with this spiritual mark. After clearing the battlefield, Qin Qianluo stood alone on the high platform of the Japanese royal palace, gazing into the distance.
The distant, snow-capped mountains shimmered with a sacred light under the sunlight, forming a stark contrast with the land beneath our feet, which had just been ravaged by war.
Inside the space, Feng Qingyun was constantly busy.
Her hands moved like nimble butterflies, and each spiritual imprint landed precisely on every Japanese citizen.
As time went by, her face grew paler and paler, as white as a sheet of paper, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, and her petite body swayed precariously.
Finally, after completing the last mark, she fainted from exhaustion of physical and mental strength, her small body collapsing to the ground like a withered flower petal.
Upon hearing the sound, Qin Qianluo's heart tightened suddenly, and panic instantly overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.
She hurriedly found a secluded corner, and with a flash, entered the space.
What came into view was Feng Qingyun's small body lying there quietly, like a flower branch broken by a gale, fragile and helpless.
Qin Qianluo's heart clenched suddenly, her steps faltered, and she rushed forward to gently embrace Feng Qingyun, the warmth of her palm conveying boundless concern.
Just then, Feng Qingyun slowly opened her eyes, a faint smile appearing on her lips.
Her voice was weak but reassuring: "Luo Bao, don't worry, I'm just overworked. I'll be fine after a day or two of rest."
She struggled to raise her small hand, trying to comfort the anxious Qin Qianluo, her eyes shining with a gentle yet firm light.
Qin Qianluo's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally slowly settled back into place.
She gazed at Feng Qingyun, who had fallen into a deep sleep again in her arms. The little guy's pale face held a trace of tranquility after exhaustion, and his eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time, as if he were having a sweet dream.
A stray strand of hair fell across her forehead. Qin Qianluo reached out, her fingertips as gentle as a breeze, and carefully tucked the strand behind her ear.
She held her breath and took each step very lightly, even deliberately avoiding places on the floor that might make a sound, for fear of disturbing the person in her arms.
Upon entering the room, Qin Qianluo first carefully adjusted the indoor lighting, slightly drawing the curtains to allow soft light to filter through the gaps and fall onto the bed.
Then, she gently placed Feng Qingyun on the bed, her movements as tender as if she were handling a rare treasure.
She spread out the thin blanket with both hands, each movement gentle and careful, tucking the edges of the blanket tightly to ensure that not a single cold breeze could get in.
After doing all this, Qin Qianlu bent down, her eyes full of concern and worry.
Her fingertips touched Feng Qingyun's forehead as lightly as feathers, checking for any signs of fever; she then carefully examined her hands and feet, checking for any injuries.
She even pressed herself against Feng Qingyun's chest, listening to his steady and rhythmic heartbeat.
Once she was certain that the little guy was just unconscious from exhaustion and had no other serious problems, Qin Qianluo finally relaxed her tense shoulders and breathed a long sigh of relief.
She stood by the bed for a moment, took one last, reluctant look, and then quietly left the space with a feeling of both reluctance and relief.
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