Chapter 483: When Martial Arts Meet the Extraordinary, Worldviews Shatter (7/7, Request Subscription)

"Doesn't it seem strange?" Li Shimin asked. "Why would I mention Ying Zheng?"

Cheng Zhijie nodded. "Could it be that Ying Zheng also received immortal fortune and didn't die?"

"Precisely," Li Shimin nodded. "But he isn't the Qin Huang of our world—he's from another world. Earlier, when I said the Supreme Elder bestowed blessings, I was lying. I joined a miraculous organization that spans countless worlds, filled with gods, Dao Lords, and even Ying Zheng."

"The elixirs I gave you? I bought them there."

"The Bone-Washing Elixir is just the most common one. Above it are many divine elixirs—even Longevity Elixirs are plentiful there."

Hearing this, everyone's breathing quickened.

Cheng Zhijie pressed urgently: "How much do those elixirs cost? If needed, I'd sell every last possession to help Your Majesty acquire them."

"I feel the same."

Li Jing, Changsun Wujie, and the others didn't hesitate.

Now, surrendering wealth still leaves power intact; regaining riches later would be simple.

Now is the time to cling to Your Majesty's leg!

Li Shimin waved his hand. "I appreciate your devotion. Previously, this organization accepted gold for credits to buy elixirs. Now, it no longer takes gold—secular wealth is useless."

"I entered the imperial treasury, sold its treasures, and gathered only a thousand credits. I borrowed another three thousand to rescue all you good brothers."

Qin Shubao lamented: "Your Majesty, you shouldn't have wasted such precious credits! If you'd bought one Longevity Elixir, the Tang Dynasty could have endured for ten thousand years!"

Everyone felt moved, yet also weighed down.

Li Shimin smiled. "Don't be so solemn. Do you think three thousand credits could buy such an elixir?"

He waved his hand again, adding: "Besides, if we manage well, we may yet one day acquire immortal elixirs. Then, we'll all achieve immortality together!"

"Zhijie, Shiji—you're in charge of gathering rare treasures across the land. Do it quietly, without burdening the people or resorting to force or plunder!"

"Yes."

"Wujie, you're to gather people of clean backgrounds to enter the Immortal Grotto and cultivate spirit herbs. Whether we can ever afford spirit elixirs depends entirely on how well we manage."

"Yes."

Li Shimin raised his cup. "Come, drink up! Qin Shi Huang now has hundreds of thousands of Land Immortal-level soldiers. Let's strive to have that many heavenly troops within decades. Then, whether it's foreign lands beyond the borders or distant overseas continents, all will become Tang territory."

"What Qin had, Tang shall have too."

"What Qin didn't have, Tang shall have too!"

"Well said, Your Majesty!" Cheng Zhijie raised his cup. "Old Cheng will surely fulfill Your Majesty's orders!"

"Your Majesty, rest assured—we will spare no effort to complete your commands."

"Good," Li Shimin praised. "Let the world see once more the strength of our Tian Ce Mansion!"

"Tian Ce Supreme General—Tang's Peerless!"

"Tian Ce Supreme General—Tang's Peerless!"

World of Dragon and Snake Transmission.

Wang Chao, taking advantage of the holiday, found an excuse to stay in his room, taking elixirs and cultivating.

In just half a day, his strength surged forward, reaching the peak of True Qi Realm.

"My talent truly is impressive," Wang Chao boasted. "Since my divine art is now complete, I'll go out for a walk."

After washing up, Wang Chao stepped outside.

Unconsciously, he arrived at the nearby park.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened—he saw a familiar figure practicing there.

"Familiar" only because he'd read in novels about his own future.

In reality, the two were strangers.

"Young brother, you're also a martial artist?"

Sensing someone approaching, Tang Zi suddenly stopped, glanced at the newcomer, and a warning prickled in her mind.

Though the man had no visible muscles, was extremely slender, and moved with no trace of martial mastery—casual, as if strolling in a courtyard—his presence felt dangerously threatening.

He was certainly no ordinary person!

"Young Lady Tang, sharp eyes!"

Wang Chao didn't hide it. "You spotted my difference at a glance."

"You know me!" Tang Zi's expression hardened, her voice turning sharp. "So you've been sent by an enemy."

Before she finished speaking, she moved like flying steps, closing in tightly.

Thud!

Her elbow struck Wang Chao's chest—yet instead of collapsing as expected, he stood rooted to the ground.

Tang Zi felt pain in her elbow and her expression changed instantly.

"Who are you?"

Tang Zi leaped back, retreating several meters away.

This man was a complete mystery!

She knew most martial masters in the world—even those who cultivated hardening arts wouldn't dare take her full-power Heart-Butting Elbow straight on.

"Young Lady Tang, you misunderstand," Wang Chao smiled calmly. "I'm not your enemy. According to the original story, I should be your disciple."

"Original story?" Tang Zi frowned. "Talking nonsense! Try a few more of my strikes!"

Her body shifted, closing in again.

Like a tiger, like an eagle.

Every one of Tang Zi's moves was vicious, each targeting vital points.

Yet no matter how fiercely she attacked, Wang Chao remained calm, offering not a single counterstrike.

After several moves, Tang Zi was stunned.

"This is practically a monster. When did hardened martial artists gain such power?"

"Even steel, I could leave marks upon."

After a few exchanges, Tang Zi orange withdrew his hands and looked at Wang Chao: "It seems what you said is true—you truly are not my enemy. But which sect or school do you belong to? How can someone so young possess such strength?"

"Sect?" Wang Chao paused. "If you must call it a sect, consider me of the Profound Heaven Sect. You don't recognize me, which is natural—my current strength was gained in just one hour of cultivation."

Tang Zi orange stared, speechless: "Young brother, do you take me for a fool? Even if you gave the most gifted person ten years, they could never reach your level in just one hour."

"Is that so?" Wang Chao smiled lightly, then suddenly raised his hand and grasped the air. Instantly, the small river beside the park boiled.

The water churned and twisted into a water dragon, descending from empty space, coiling around Wang Chao like a guardian divine beast.

To suddenly step from the rigid, earthbound world of national martial arts into the realm of fantasy, Tang Zi orange felt her entire worldview collapse.

Everything before her told her—this world truly possessed supernatural arts only seen in television dramas.

"Have all these years of mine been fake? Is everyone pretending?" Tang Zi orange doubted her own life. "If such supernatural power exists, how utterly feeble national martial arts are before it."

Even a Gao Zhongsheng wields this power—she could not believe that Huaxia or other sects would not!