Legend of Sword King

The next day, Chen Qing left Zhen Yuan City for the battlefield with more than three hundred disciples of the An Tian Sect.    

    

In his previous life, although he had made countless meritorious deeds for the Western Lion Empire and was conferred the title of King with a different surname, he did not have much influence over his own body. When he was in charge of the Bright Magic Division, although he was the Grand Priest, the Bright Magic Division was after all the imperial government office and was not his personal property.    

    

In addition, Cheng Qing was not very ambitious at that time. As a cultivator, he valued his own strength more than his wings. Therefore, under the premise of his outstanding talent, he quickly reached the Lesser Heaven stage.    

    

However, later on, when he was ambushed by the most trusted Emperor of the Western Lion Region, Chen Qingmo, who was alone, would not even have the chance to find out what had happened.    

    

That battle was extremely intense. Cheng Qing had also tried to break out of the encirclement, and had even moved the battlefield several dozen miles away. However, there were too many people surrounding him, and in the end, he did not succeed. After several hours of bitter fighting, he died from exhaustion.    

    

In those few hours, if there was one of his own, with Cheng Qing's cultivation back then, he wouldn't have died.    

    

This was the reason why he wanted to establish the Tranquil Sky Sect in this life.    

    

He hoped that no matter the circumstances, there would always be someone behind him that could be of use to him.    

    

So, not only did he have to establish a sect, he also had to let the school develop and expand. When he needed it, he could be like Emperor Xi Liang in the past and gather many experts to fight.    

    

Even though this world was a world of cultivation, where the strong were respected, the path of cultivation was far from limitless. When one's cultivation wasn't strong enough to crush all cultivators, it was necessary to have wings.    

    

Moreover, on this continent, even the strongest cultivators wouldn't dare to say that they could "crush" everyone.    

    

And in the Western Lion Empire, the Imperial Palace was the one in control. Whether it was a clan of Feudal Lords or a cultivation sect, they all had to be under the control of the Imperial Palace.    

    

If a sect wanted to establish itself in a prefectural city, a prefecture city, or even a capital city, they would need military merits in order to do so. At the same time, in order for the sect to ascend in rank and recruit more disciples, it was necessary to exchange military merits for qualifications.    

    

For example, once the number of sect disciples reached five hundred, they would need to preserve their foundation every year. Otherwise, it would be forced to disband by the imperial court.    

    

This was also the Imperial Palace's method of controlling the various clans and sects.    

    

Cheng Qing not only wanted the An Tian Sect to grow stronger, he also needed to train his disciples to grow as fast as possible. He needed to go to the battlefield.    

    

The battle at Mount Qi was the perfect opportunity for him to do so.    

    

Yang Ruoxi held the military map and looked at it for a long time. When she raised her head, her expression was quite strange: "The Qin family's combat zone is next to the Black Stone Ridge?"    

    

"That's one of the reasons I chose the Black Stone Ridge," Chen Qing said.    

    

Yang Ruoxi put away the map, and leaned over with a mysterious and full of expectation wink at him, "Tell me honestly, are you planning to take this opportunity to harm the Qin family?"    

    

Cheng Qing spread out his hands with an innocent look. "You are purely maliciously speculating about the noble character of a pure and virtuous youth."    

    

Yang Ruoxi scoffed, "You don't know how to?"    

    

Cheng Qing answered seriously, "Of course not!"    

    

Yang Ruoxi: "I almost believed it."    

    

Cheng Qing said righteously: "Why would I do something like framing the Qin family? To be a hindrance to others, am I that kind of person? I am just going to finish off all the cultivators from the Qin Clan! "    

    

Yang Ruoxi was first startled, then immediately slapped Cheng Qing's shoulder, and laughed loudly: "I like you to be so direct!"    

    

Cheng Qing helplessly glanced at Yang Ruoxi, this guy is really a fanatical fighter.