"His Majesty!"

Seeing the bright red blood on Emperor Qizhi's hand, Zheng Fei was horrified and said in panic: "Imperial Physician, I'll go call the Imperial Physician for you!"

"Don't."

Emperor Qizhi held Zheng Fei back, and the bloodstains were imprinted on Zheng Fei's sleeves, a deep red color. "Cough, cough, cough. I am not sick, but I am old and my body is not good enough. There is no medicine to cure me."

"I will ask the Saintess of Tianji for help. I am willing to join the Tianji Sect."

Zheng Fei said immediately without hesitation.

For problems that cannot be solved by ordinary people, the immortals can usually find new solutions.

"No, no."

Emperor Qizhi shook his head repeatedly. Instead of accepting Zheng Fei's kindness, his expression became stern. The kind look on his face disappeared, and the majesty that had shrouded him for decades returned.

At this moment, he no longer looked like an old man. The Emperor of Xia Dynasty was back again.

"What do you think of yourself as? Not a commodity? Don't use yourself to negotiate unless it's absolutely necessary. First, it hurts people's face, and second, it sounds like a threat, which is really annoying.

I know my situation better than anyone else. I am just old. People have to accept old age. I have already tried all kinds of panaceas. Compared with the achievements of my ancestors, I am still far behind. But in terms of environment, I am extremely lucky. Why should I ask for more? "

Emperor Qizhi patted Zheng Fei's shoulder with his bloody hand quite hard, causing Zheng Fei's whole body to shake uncontrollably.

Emperor Qizhi smiled and said, "I am satisfied that you have this heart. It seems that in the eyes of the people of the Xia Dynasty, I have not failed in my duty."

"His Majesty!"

Zheng Fei couldn't help but kneel down, but as soon as his knees touched the ground, he was pulled up again by Emperor Qizhi.

The palm, which was no longer smooth, still held a heavy force.

"Stand up. Don't kneel. You don't have to kneel. I have no shame for the people, and you have no shame for me. Why do you have to do this?"

Emperor Qizhi held Zheng Fei's shoulders with both hands, and his old and deep eyes met Zheng Fei's gray eyes.

"Zheng Fei, I am old and don't have much time left. I am afraid I won't be able to see you shine. Fortunately, I have also lived side by side with heroes in my life. We can be considered as a monarch and a subject who benefited each other. It is not a regret."

Emperor Qizhi said: "But the new emperor may not be so lucky. What the Xia Dynasty lacks now is no longer a great talent for managing the world, but a pillar that can support the sky. I - I, I hope you can promise me one thing, okay?"

"Your Majesty, please feel free to speak your mind. If I can do it, I will die for it!"

Zheng Fei said without hesitation.

"No, no, no, don't keep dying and living all the time. That's not good."

Emperor Qizhi said, "You are still very young and have a bright future ahead of you. A man born into this world should stand tall and achieve great things! I hope, I hope that you can be worshipped by Emperor Xia in the future, okay?"

"His Majesty?"

Zheng Fei was stunned.

He never expected that the request Emperor Qizhi made to him would be this matter.

"Promise me you can do it."

Emperor Qizhi said seriously: "You are very talented and have strong faith. These are your qualities. The Xia Dynasty will eventually be handed over to future generations, and you are also a part of the Xia Dynasty. One day, the Xia Dynasty may still need your protection. Don't let what happened in Dayue happen again in the Xia Dynasty.

Otherwise, I would be ashamed of my ancestors, ashamed of the heavens and the people, and ashamed of the countless people who sacrificed their lives for the Xia Dynasty. I would not be able to die in peace.

I hope that one day, you can be like Prime Minister Shang, the sharpest sword of the Xia Dynasty, and watch over the country."

"If I can do anything, I will die for the Xia Dynasty!"

Zheng Fei patted his chest, making a thumping sound, and spoke in a decisive tone.

"Okay, okay!"

Emperor Qizhi laughed loudly, his gray beard trembling, and his voice became heroic. The aura of aging on his body had dissipated, and he became young again. "Go, go, there is a bigger world outside."

Emperor Qizhi stood there for a long time, watching Zheng Fei leave.

Then he returned to his seat, took out a piece of cloth, and carefully wiped the blood off his hands.

After a long time, he sighed.

"This method is somewhat despicable."

Emperor Qizhi's figure was shrouded in shadows, and his voice was calm, "But my old face will not be used for many years. If I can gain a little benefit for the Xia Dynasty, it will be worth it."

He is very old.

Indeed, I felt more and more tired and sleepy.

But the body is still healthy, it's just that the end has come.

This vomiting of blood is like that of an actor.

What he spat out was not blood, but his face, which was what he had left in the Xia Dynasty for more than seventy years.

In the last moments of his life, he saw with his own eyes a brand new world, a world that was different from others.

But he really doesn't have that much time.

There is no way to lead the Xia Dynasty to complete a new transformation.

Just a dying person.

Face is something that should be used as much as possible while it can still be used.

If this could make people remember his feelings and benefit the Xia Dynasty, that would be great, and it could be his last means of contributing to the country.

Anyway, if I don't use this face anymore, I won't have the chance to squander it in the future.

In the following period of time, Emperor Qizhi began to summon talented people from the Xia Dynasty one by one.

There are all kinds of people.

Everyone who came out of the palace looked dazed, as if the sky was falling.

The news that Emperor Xia was about to die also spread like wildfire.

Regarding this, the government seemed particularly calm, as if it had quietly accepted it all.

Emperor Qizhi has been in power for more than seventy years. This is certainly due to the fact that he assumed the heavy responsibility at a young age, but in terms of the number of years he has been in charge of the Xia Dynasty, it is really not a short time, almost twice as long as his father.

If it weren't for the emergence of spiritual energy and the availability of miraculous elixirs to nourish him, perhaps his ordinary body would have collapsed many years ago.

Emperor Qizhi himself took on important responsibilities very early, and did not make many achievements in martial arts - an emperor has no time to suffer from blood and qi problems, and he does not have the talent for practicing.

When the panacea was used on him, it was often difficult for him to exert only one-third of its power. To be precise, it was already difficult for him to absorb only one-third.

It is very difficult for ordinary people to even enjoy the things of immortals. They cannot retain that power at all, and most of it will be wasted.

However, another thing has also quietly emerged.

Who will be the new Emperor Xia?

Emperor Qizhi never appointed a crown prince.

But if you calculate the ages of his sons, the older ones must be in their seventies or eighties now. Even his grandsons are over fifty years old, and many of his great-grandsons have already started their own families and had children.

Sons, grandsons, and great-grandsons all seem to have a chance.

All of this has not been decided yet.

When this rumor really spread throughout the Xia Dynasty, it was already the 158th year of the Xia Dynasty.

Emperor Qizhi's body became visibly thinner, and he could hardly eat much even his daily meals.

The originally silver hair began to turn dry and yellow and lose its luster.

Vitality is declining at an alarming rate.

The Holy Maiden of Tianji, Ying Yaoyao, who was studying the Mo Qiu statue, and the Array Chi, who was studying the Nine Dragons Golden Light Array, had already made their judgment. Judging from the current situation, Emperor Qizhi only had one year left to live.

Last year.

Emperor Qizhi seldom held court meetings anymore, and the Xia Dynasty had been able to operate well. There were countless pillars within the court, and the fish and dragon guards were guarding the four directions.

However, in the Xia Dynasty today, there are no longer people like Xun Ke and Shang who are as capable as the emperor in taking charge of the overall situation.

In the new era, traces of the past will eventually fade away. Now is the era of immortals and cannot be discussed in a mundane way.

Emperor Qizhi tried his best to make the Xia Dynasty start again in a new era.

The 158th year of the Xia Dynasty, after autumn.

The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cold.

A fast horse came from Yuzhou, rushing eight hundred miles.

The news said: There was an earthquake in Qiuye County, Yuzhou. When officials investigated, they saw surging spiritual energy and piles of spiritual stones.

The spiritual vein appeared! Along with the first revival of heaven and earth, the second upheaval of heaven and earth, the third time, the true fortune belonging to the foundation of the immortal way finally began to emerge! Emperor Qi Zhi, who received the news, ignored his old body and, under the escort of the Fish Dragon Guard, personally went to Qiuye County, Yuzhou to investigate the matter.

Naturally, this news could not be hidden from the Holy Maiden of the Tianji Sect. With her unpredictable means of exploring the secrets of heaven, if she really wanted to know something, there were few people in the world who could hide it from her.

Zheng Fei, who has become her junior fellow apprentice, invites Ying Yao to go with him to investigate.

I never refused the invitation.

After arriving at the place where the spiritual mine was discovered, Ying Yao carefully sensed it and finally made a conclusion.

"A low-grade spiritual vein has naturally formed here. It can temporarily support two or three foundation-building monks and thirty or forty Qi-cultivating monks. Once it is fully formed and its veins are not damaged, it can double the number."

A low-grade spiritual vein can be considered the foundation for an ordinary immortal cultivation family.

Medium-grade spiritual veins are what ordinary small sects in the immortal way need and can barely supply golden elixirs.

Only sects like the Xuantian Sect, which are considered powerful in the world of immortal cultivation, are qualified to occupy the top-grade spiritual veins, and Nascent Soul cultivators can also benefit from them.

As for the most superior, top-grade spiritual veins nurtured by the creation of heaven and earth, they will eventually fall into the hands of the nine major immortal sects, without exception.

It is something more fundamental than any other medicine, a gift from heaven and earth to all living things.

The first thing to be born is naturally the lower-grade spiritual vein.

With the accumulation of time and changes, it probably won’t take too long for the middle-grade spirit vein to appear in the world. At that time, it will be the time when the practitioners will truly begin to make their mark.

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Before the creation of spiritual veins, practitioners were like mayflies in the universe, looking for food everywhere.

With a spiritual vein, there is a place to live, and one can truly establish a sect, recruit fellow practitioners, recruit disciples, and recreate the heyday of cultivating immortals in the Source Heaven Realm.

The emergence of a low-grade spiritual vein heralds a completely new pattern.

The Xia Dynasty can still defend the inferior spiritual vein in Qiuye County, Yuzhou, and the Yulong Guards have more than enough space to occupy it, so it will not arouse too much envy and face competition.

But if a mid-grade spiritual vein is born, even Jindan cultivators will fight for its ownership. At that time, it will depend on who has the harder fist.

The Xia Dynasty cannot produce a strong man of that level now.

If you want to devote all your efforts to cultivating one, it is almost a pipe dream without a hundred years of time.

But the speed of the changes in the world made it difficult to give them this time.

A once-in-a-lifetime change will come to this world in just a few decades.

Winter, one hundred and fifty-eighth year of the Xia Dynasty.

Emperor Qizhi was already lying on the bed, breathing weakly.

His life was about to come to an end. The spiritual plant that Xia Chao had obtained and the spiritual medicine made from it had almost lost their effect on him, and it was almost difficult for him to even stay alive.

This time, the deadline is really coming.

He no longer has the energy and spirit to handle state affairs.

When the winter rain and snow came in torrents and covered the sky, new low-grade spiritual veins had been discovered in several places, but Emperor Qizhi was unable to get up.

He had to lie in bed most of the day and even found it difficult to get up and walk around.

Sometimes I would stare at one place in a daze for a long time.

Even when talking to people around me, it seemed as if there was a distance between us.

One hundred and fifty-eight years of the Xia Dynasty, the end of winter.

An imperial edict spread throughout the Xia Dynasty.

Emperor Qizhi issued an edict of self-blame.

He recounted the damage that had been done to the Xia Dynasty after the dramatic changes in heaven and earth, and informed the people of the Xia Dynasty of the changes in the times, the emergence of spiritual energy, and the return of immortality.

In the end, the story focuses on his incompetence and his inability to ensure that the talented people in the Xia Dynasty receive the treatment and cultivation they deserve. This is a problem of the Xia Dynasty, not the people.

Therefore, in the future, those who have the talent for cultivation among the people of the Xia Dynasty can choose their own sect. No one can blame them, and no one can say that they have betrayed the Xia Dynasty.

At the last moments of his life, Emperor Qizhi chose to leave an edict for the people of the Xia Dynasty in this way.

And he has already chosen a new crown prince.

He is the great-grandson of Emperor Qizhi and is only sixteen years old this year.

Or an unfavored branch.

But, he has a talent for cultivation.

Even though it was only a low-grade spiritual root—or rather, fortunately, it was only a low-grade spiritual root.

If he had more talent, he would not be suitable to be the emperor of the Xia Dynasty.

He was worried that something like what happened to Emperor Zong Ming would happen, but he also felt deeply the powerlessness of ordinary people.

Only he himself understands the choice between the two.

The new prince was brought to the imperial court and took care of Emperor Qizhi for several months.

No one knows what was said in between.

The cold winter is finally over and spring is here.

The spring breeze brings warmth and the spring rain brings joy.

The 159th year of the Xia Dynasty, spring.

Emperor Qizhi has not eaten for two days.

The emperor's sons and grandsons, and all the officials who surrounded the palace knelt down.

The fish dragon guards guard on both sides.

The gloomy atmosphere hung like a dark cloud under the sky.

Even the Holy Maiden Tianji came at Zheng Fei's invitation.

"When your life is over."

Unfortunately, there is no way.

The usual things that could prolong life have already been used. That body has reached the end of its life, and even its soul is like a candle in the wind.

It's time to return to your roots.

“Fallen leaves return to their roots.”

Lying on the bed, Qizhidi woke up again and looked out the window at the tall tree outside that had sprouted new buds, with a dazed look on his face.

"His Majesty!"

As he woke up, the people who were taking care of him fell to their knees and cried.

Emperor Qizhi stared at them blankly for a while, then came to his senses, waved his hand, and said, "All of you get out, including those outside, leave no one behind, all get out."

"His Majesty?"

The young man who had just been chosen as the crown prince was stunned and couldn't understand.

"Everyone get out!"

Emperor Qizhi's voice became stern, and although it was still weak, it left no room for doubt.

Finally, the people who surrounded the palace like a forest of trees evacuated one after another.

There was no one beside Emperor Qizhi.

But his eyes were still searching, searching around.

There was a secret that he had never told anyone.

The biggest regret of Emperor Chengping, his father, before his death was that he had not received that person's evaluation.

He didn't know whether that existence would come to see him for the last time, just like it had done to his ancestors.

Can he get that person's recognition?

His cloudy eyes searched among the empty houses, hoping to see a figure.

For a long, long time.

"ha"

Emperor Qizhi sighed, feeling exhausted.

I really couldn't help but want to close my eyes and have a good rest.

As the scene in front of him was gradually shrouded in darkness, a figure in a green robe finally appeared in front of him and stood there quietly.

"Mr. Gu Gu!"

Emperor Qizhi noticed something and was filled with surprise. He struggled to get up but found it difficult to sit up.

"Are you tired?"

The man walked forward and held his hand. A faint green light slowly flowed, injecting the last bit of life into him. (End of this chapter)