Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 839 Chapter 340: Opening the Earth Immortal Realm Passage! Counterattack Pioneers! (2)

"Feng'er, you are no longer required to concern yourself with the conflicts of the mortal realm. Simply focus on your own path."

"In this mortal world, your father shall conquer it all for you," Ying Zheng declared with earnest conviction as he turned to face Zhao Feng.

Upon hearing these words!

Zhao Feng offered no extensive reply, but simply nodded thoughtfully, recognizing the profound extent of his father's commitment.

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The Crown Prince's Residence!

Within the grand Martial Arts Arena.

Loyal soldiers maintained a vigilant perimeter while five hundred individuals clad in black assembled within the arena's confines.

"We pay our respects to the Master."

As Zhao Feng arrived, all five hundred elite Yan Court Secret Agents prostrated themselves in greeting.

These agents.

Represented the pinnacle of Yan Court's forces.

Each individual possessed cultivation levels exceeding the Innate Seventh Layer, drawing them close to the Grandmaster Realm.

Naturally.

With the widespread dissemination of martial arts and the abundant resources provided by the Qin dynasty, the Grandmaster Realm was no longer considered an extraordinary feat.

"Arise."

Zhao Feng strode forward, his voice resonating with authority.

"Thank you, Master."

A collective response of five hundred voices echoed, their gazes fixed upon Zhao Feng with unwavering respect.

"Do you comprehend the mission I entrust to you?"

Zhao Feng began to articulate his intentions.

"To swear eternal fealty to the Master."

"To traverse through bladed mountains and fiery seas, meeting our demise without a shred of regret."

The five hundred responded once more in unison.

The Yan Court Secret Agents were, in essence, Dead Soldiers.

Unwavering loyalty to Zhao Feng was their very core.

Every person present possessed a loyalty rating exceeding 90, ensuring their absolute faithfulness.

Nurtured from childhood within the Yan Court, they had been thoroughly indoctrinated with devotion to Zhao Feng, transforming into the sharpest instrument in his arsenal.

A force of five hundred.

Comprising five Black Impermanence figures, each a Martial Artist at the Grandmaster Fifth Layer, with the most formidable, Ying Bu, achieving the Great Grandmaster realm.

"Shenzhou is secure, Baiyue is pacified, and soon, Qin will establish dominance over the Northern Frontier, solidifying our control over this territory."

"However."

"The adversaries of Qin originate not from this realm, but from another dimension! They are not mere mortals, but cultivators – beings of true immortality and divinity!"

Zhao Feng's tone grew solemn, imbuing the assembled individuals with a palpable sense of reverence.

"We await your command, Master."

"We pledge our lives, ready to face any consequence."

Ying Bu immediately bowed, his voice firm.

"We await your command, Master."

The five hundred Yan Court Dead Soldiers echoed his pledge in perfect unison.

"Your mission is to infiltrate the Immortal Realm, to undertake reconnaissance within its confines, serving as Qin's vanguard in this new domain. You must establish an intelligence network and meticulously uncover the conditions prevailing in the Immortal Realm." Zhao Feng articulated, his voice deep and resonant.

"We accept this command."

The collective of Dead Soldiers affirmed their acceptance in unison.

"The Immortal Realm is starkly different from our mortal world."

"Within it, cultivators wield immense power. Those hailed as Immortals are, in truth, formidable demons, and their so-called Immortal Sects are ravenous entities, sustaining themselves on the lifeblood and essence of living beings. They thrive on the spiritual aura exuded by all life."

"The robust vitality of martial artists is particularly likely to draw their predatory attention."

"Consequently, I have bestowed upon you the ability to mask your auras using the Tian Xuan Mirror. Coupled with the specialized Concealing Breath Technique cultivated within the Yan Court, this should prove sufficient to veil your life force from the perception of ordinary Immortals."

"Furthermore."

"Within the Tian Xuan Mirror assigned to each of you, I have provisioned one hundred thousand low-grade Spirit Stones, one thousand top-grade Spirit Stones, alongside a generous supply of elixirs for healing and recuperation."

"In the Immortal Realm, Spirit Stones are indeed a universally accepted form of currency."

"Upon your arrival in the Immortal Realm, your objective will be singular."

"The establishment of an intelligence network, mirroring the operations of the Yan Court within Shenzhou. You are to cultivate influence, gather vital information, and meticulously investigate the prevailing circumstances of the Immortal Realm."

"In essence."

"Exercise extreme caution in the execution of your mission," Zhao Feng charged them sternly.

"We accept this command."

All the Dead Soldiers responded in unwavering unison.

"These five hundred warriors, have their bloodlines been secured, have they not?"

Zhao Feng inquired, turning towards Zhang Ming.

"When the recruitment of these Dark Guards was initiated, the Master issued explicit instructions regarding the preservation of their lineage. How could I possibly disregard such a directive?"

"Currently, all five hundred have entered into unions, and pregnancies have been confirmed. Their bloodlines have indeed been ensured for the future," Zhang Ming replied promptly.

"My comrades."

"I sincerely hope that you will all survive this endeavor and return, to be reunited with your posterity," Zhao Feng stated, his voice carrying a deep resonance.

"Such profound kindness bestowed by the Master, we shall repay with our lives without hesitation." The five hundred Dead Soldiers proclaimed in perfect unison.

Witnessing this scene.

Zhao Feng remained silent, having completed all necessary arrangements.

This marked his inaugural deployment of covert operatives into the Earth Immortal Realm, a strategic move for future endeavors.

With a mere thought, Zhao Feng activated the 'Space Mirror.'

The artifact instantly emerged from his Dantian.

'Activate,' he commanded mentally, pouring all his True Yuan into its enhancement.

The Space Mirror shimmered, and a portal tore open in the void of the Martial Arts Arena.

At this crucial juncture, Zhao Feng's True Yuan reserves were significantly depleted.

'Enter now,' Zhao Feng instructed with gravitas.

'Everyone, proceed,' Ying Bu immediately ordered his troops.

'Understood.'

Five hundred Dead Soldiers surged into the spatial rift without a second thought, vanishing one by one.

After a short interval,

all five hundred elite soldiers had successfully traversed the space channel.

'Master.'

'Farewell.'

Ying Bu offered a respectful bow to Zhao Feng, a hint of regret in his expression at departing from Zhao Feng and the Crown Prince's Mansion, before resolutely stepping into the portal.

As the leader of Yan Court,

his presence was indispensable.

Zhao Feng watched Ying Bu make his final entry.

'I hope they can establish a strong foothold in the Earth Immortal Realm.'

Zhao Feng had been meticulously refining his technique for opening passages to the Earth Immortal Realm using the Space Mirror since acquiring it.

Initially, he had conducted tests using birds and other animals.

Given the unpredictable nature of wormholes created by the Space Mirror, Zhao Feng endured numerous trials. Only after confirming he had located one of the Four Great Continents within the Earth Immortal Realm, and that portal creation was somewhat randomized, did he proceed.

Further experimentation solidified his confidence before this significant deployment.

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Northern Frontier, Great Desert!

Across an immense expanse of land,

the distinct banners of the Donghu and Xiongnu tribes whipped in the wind.

Beneath their respective royal encampments,

the leaders of both nomadic confederations convened.

'Salutations, Tuoba Chanyu.'

'Greetings, Modu Chanyu.'

The kings of the two tribes offered their respects.

'For our two peoples to set aside ancient animosities, forge a powerful alliance, and unite our might, further words from this Chanyu are superfluous.'

'Once we breach the defenses of the Qin Kingdom, our two tribes shall divide the dominion of Shenzhou.'

'Let the blood oath of our Northern Frontier tribes serve as our solemn covenant.'

Tuoba Hu addressed Modu, the newly appointed Xiongnu Chanyu.

'Brother Tuoba, your generosity is overwhelming.'

'The fact that I hold this position of kingship today is a debt of gratitude I can never forget, owed to Brother Tuoba.'

'This campaign sees Brother Tuoba commanding superior numbers, thus, after we conquer Qin, the Donghu shall claim sixty percent of the spoils,' Modu declared with boisterous laughter.

Historically,

Modu was indeed a formidable Xiongnu leader, known for his ruthlessness and ambition, even harboring intentions to subjugate the Donghu.

However,

due to the intervention of Zhao Feng, while Modu did commit patricide, his planned annexation of the Donghu was ultimately thwarted.

'Upon the downfall of Qin, we shall partition Shenzhou.'

'These are the words of Tuoba Hu.'

'The Qin Kingdom bears a profound grievance against me, for the murder of my father and the subsequent massacre.'

'Your alliance and combined assault this time is a favor I, Tuoba Hu, gratefully accept,' Tuoba Hu responded with hearty laughter.

Since ascending to the throne,

Tuoba Hu had shown no signs of complacency, driven solely by an insatiable desire for vengeance, to cleanse the Qin Kingdom with blood and tear Zhao Feng limb from limb.

The deep-seated resentment stemming from his father's murder and the utter annihilation of his royal lineage was a burden Tuoba Hu vowed never to forget.

'The wine is prepared.'

At this very moment,

a Donghu chieftain arrived, bearing two jars of fine wine.

'Pour the libations.'

Tuoba Hu gave the immediate command.

The chieftain promptly filled two ceremonial bowls.

Tuoba Hu then produced a small knife and made a swift cut on his finger.

Witnessing this, Modu did not hesitate and likewise sliced his finger.

Their blood dripped into the waiting wine bowls.

In Shenzhou, and indeed across the Northern Frontier, the ritual of a blood oath cemented alliances.

'Today,'

'I, Tuoba Hu, shall lead my tribe's forces south to assault Qin, in alliance with the Xiongnu people.'

'Upon our victory over Qin, Shenzhou shall be divided between our tribes.'

'Let this blood-imbued wine be our solemn oath, with the Heavens as our witness,' Tuoba Hu proclaimed loudly.

'I, Modu, shall lead my tribe's forces south to assault Qin, in alliance with the Donghu people.'

'Upon our victory over Qin, Shenzhou shall be divided between our tribes.'

'Let this blood-imbued wine be our solemn oath, with the Heavens as our witness,' Modu echoed, raising his wine bowl.

Subsequently,

the two leaders simultaneously drank the potent blood wine.

'Hahahaha!'

They erupted into hearty, unrestrained laughter.

Then, in unison, they addressed their assembled chieftains: 'My loyal sons!'

'Our alliance is sealed.'

'With our combined might, we shall undoubtedly crush Qin!'

"The territory of the Qin Kingdom is destined to be conquered by the sons of our prairies."

"The Qin Kingdom's past transgressions will be repaid with the blood of our tribe!"

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