Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 864 Chapter 350: Pangu's Blood! The Buddhist Practitioner's Final Struggle! (Part 2)

The establishment of the Qin Yun Dynasty was complete. The lifespan restrictions that once plagued Shenzhou began to shift, influenced initially by the national fortune channeled through Qin's ministers. However, with the activation of the Nine Provinces Barrier, encompassing all of Qin, the oppressive force limiting the lifespans of Shenzhou's inhabitants was effectively isolated.

It became evident that this unseen Rule Power originated from the Heaven Realm, specifically targeting everyone in Shenzhou. Its aim was to completely subjugate its beings through a lifespan limit, ensuring no escape, regardless of one's cultivation level or even reaching the Refining the Void and Merging with the Path Realm. Such power, ultimately, could not break free from this celestial decree.

Only the Qi Fortune of the Human Dao possessed the ability to transcend this heavenly rule. Zhao Feng, it seemed, had achieved this feat.

"During the selection process, you must also inquire about their willingness," Zhao Feng stated calmly. "This opportunity enhances strength by leveraging the time difference within the cultivation place, but it requires the consumption of lifespan. I will not force anyone."

"Understood, ministers," the officials replied in unison.

The court discussions proceeded. Swiftly, numerous national policies were finalized, with the cultivation place serving as a central focus.

As the court sessions concluded, the hundred officials dispersed to attend to their duties. Responsibilities extended to the Academic Palace and the army.

Meanwhile, within the Imperial Palace, the atmosphere was one of joyous celebration. Today marked the marriage between Crown Prince Zhao Feng and the Saintess of Jiuli.

"It appears Feng'er has benefited greatly from his recent seclusion," Ying Zheng remarked with evident amusement, his gaze fixed on Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng wasted no time. He raised his hand, and a bolt of thunder materialized within his grasp.

"A law?" Ying Zheng inquired, instantly discerning the nature of the power.

With the Great Qin Empire’s ascension to the dynasty realm, Ying Zheng, who was integrated with the national fortune, possessed the might to slay Immortals through its mobilization. A full surge of national fortune could even contend with Heavenly Immortals. This was merely the nascent stage for Qin.

Once the mortal world was pacified and Qin's national fortune surged further, Ying Zheng's power would undergo another transformation.

"It seems your strength has improved significantly," Ying Zheng observed. "That is excellent news."

"The greater your strength, the more you can rely on it when confronting those Immortals and Gods in the future," Ying Zheng added with a smile.

"Father."

"You need not worry so much."

"Even if, one day, Qin finds itself unable to contend with those Immortals and Gods, and their borders are breached, your son has already prepared an alternative retreat for Qin."

"Qin will endure."

"It never shall perish," Zhao Feng declared, a comforting tone in his voice.

He could clearly perceive his father's lingering anxieties regarding the Immortal Realm. Despite Qin's current strong developmental momentum, their adversaries were Immortals and Gods, beings capable of obliterating heaven and earth in an instant.

In such a predicament, Ying Zheng, even as the Emperor of Qin and ruler of the Great Qin Empire, still bore immense pressure.

"Such a rascal you are, what is there for me to worry about?"

"Aren't you the one shielding us from all of this?"

Ying Zheng, however, looked at Zhao Feng with a touch of sentiment, a hint of guilt clouding his expression.

"Feng'er."

"In the end."

"Father feels deeply guilty towards you."

"I am your father, yet since your childhood, I haven't truly shielded you from hardship. Now, Qin's future rests on your shoulders, and it seems I haven't aided you much," Ying Zheng confessed with profound guilt.

"Father."

"If you speak like that, I will be upset."

"Were it not for you, how could I possibly manage such a vast Qin on my own?"

"You have already helped me immensely," Zhao Feng replied with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng was deeply touched.

"Feng'er, rest assured."

"You need not concern yourself with Qin's mundane affairs; simply focus on what you must do."

"Qin, Shenzhou, the entirety of the future rests upon your shoulders," Ying Zheng stated with a grave expression.

"Very well, Father."

"Today, let us simply enjoy some drinks."

"This is a joyous occasion for your son," Zhao Feng stated with a smile.

He then cast a glance towards Zhao Qi, who stood nearby.

"This rascal is also of marriageable age," Zhao Feng mused with a grin. "It’s time to arrange some potential marriage alliances for you."

"Father!"

"I am still young."

Zhao Qi exclaimed hastily.

"You are nearly twenty; that is hardly young anymore," Zhao Feng countered. "Go and find Zongzheng to arrange a marriage for you."

"Your father is correct."

"Indeed, it's about time for marriage. These past years, with such rapid development and numerous state affairs, I've overlooked Qi'er's marriage. This time, Grandpa will personally select a suitable match for you, and then you can make the final decision," Ying Zheng said with a smile.

Upon hearing their words from both beloved elders.

Zhao Qi could only nod in agreement: "Alright."

"Wu'er has also grown into a young man now."

"It's fitting for him to join the army," Zhao Feng continued.

"Let the younger generation handle their own matters."

"Qi'er, how you arrange things for your brothers is entirely up to you."

"Grandpa and your father won't interfere too much," Ying Zheng stated with a smile.

"Understood," Zhao Qi nodded.

"Very well."

"Feng'er, go change into your wedding attire now."

"Get yourself ready."

"Although she is not the principal wife, she certainly deserves to be treated with respect," Ying Zheng added.

"Indeed," Zhao Feng concurred.

Swiftly.

Under the vast night sky.

The Imperial Palace was filled with a vibrant energy. A grand banquet was held, with the Sovereign and all his ministers in attendance.

The atmosphere was exceptionally lively.

While marrying the Jiuli Saintess as a concubine meant her status was naturally lower than that of a principal wife, her esteemed position as the Jiuli Saintess dictated that Qin treated her with the utmost honor.

After the wedding banquet concluded.

The Crown Prince's Mansion.

Zhao Feng's bridal chamber.

Chi Quan, dressed in the wedding attire of the Jiuli Clan, was adorned with silver jewelry, exuding a unique foreign charm distinct from Huaxia's traditional wedding gowns.

As Zhao Feng pushed the door open, he entered the chamber and approached Chi Quan.

"Husband," Chi Quan called out softly.

"Chi Quan, ever since that brief encounter, I never imagined you would end up marrying me," Zhao Feng said with a slight smile.

"My Husband is as mighty as the Heavenly Gods; to be able to marry you is Chi Quan's greatest fortune, and it is also the fortune of my Jiuli people," Chi Quan replied gently.