Sacrificial Artifact System: From Bell-ringer to the Ancestral Patriarch of the Sect novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Chapter 83 Martial Emperor (Please Follow)

Xingzhou, the mansion of King Luo.

It occupies thousands of hectares, with hundreds of palaces stretching continuously, a sight of extreme luxury and grandiosity.

Within a great hall.

King Luo and several trusted aides are discussing important affairs.

"Is the information accurate?"

This King Luo, with a majestic figure and an overwhelming aura, sits firmly, like a dragon coiling and a tiger crouching.

"Your Highness, judging from the time, even if that person used various precious longevity items, he is already running out of oil and nearing his end... We must take action now; otherwise, if that item falls into someone else’s hands, it will be extremely detrimental to Your Highness’ grand undertaking."

A black-clad scholar, fanning himself, speaks with confidence.

"Mr. Wen makes sense. The greater the risk, the larger the reward. Only with that item in hand will this prince have the qualifications to compete."

King Luo’s eyes glimmer with sharp light.

Once that item falls into the hands of others, his chances of winning will be greatly reduced.

After all, that item is too important.

It can be called a treasured item of national importance that could decide the rise and fall of a dynasty.

...

Meanwhile, in many other places, numerous princely powers and major martial sects are also stirring with eagerness.

...

Divine Sword Sect.

Divine Sword Hall.

All the Peak Masters and powerful elders have gathered together, and even a few Sword Masters have appeared.

"Uncle-Master sent a message by eagle, something major is about to happen at Yuking.... He has ordered us to send a batch of elder-level and above experts to stand by, strong enough, but... it must not impact the self-preservation ability of our Divine Sword Sect."

Sect Leader Feng Shaoyu says with a grave voice.

As the Sect Leader, he knows what the significant event Uncle-Master mentioned might be.

This matter is now related to the life and death of the Divine Sword Sect.

The Peak Masters and powerful elders present all turn solemn.

They know that for an affair involving the top layers of the Dachang Dynasty, once the Divine Sword Sect becomes entangled, there is also the possibility of collapse.

But the problem is that the Divine Sword Sect simply cannot remain uninvolved.

After all, the Divine Sword Sect’s ability to take root in Dachang... apart from its power, also has to do with firmly siding with the Imperial Family. In a sense, the Divine Sword Sect has long been branded as an imperial force.

After deliberation, Sect Leader Feng Shaoyu decides to send one third of the grandmasters and Great Grandmasters.

As for who will be chosen... naturally, it will be by drawing lots.

Finally, the results of the lot drawing come out. Two of the Seven Peak Masters, twelve of the thirty-two powerful elders, and two of the four Sword Masters.

As for other elder-level experts, there are even more.

"Gentlemen, I entrust this task to you."

Sect Leader Feng Shaoyu looks at the chosen ones and immediately bows in respect.

He knows that for these people heading to Yuking, how many will be able to return is entirely unknown.

In a place like Yuking, with the competition among the Imperial Family, various lords, and numerous martial sects, once a drastic change occurs, even a Great Grandmaster could become a disposable piece.

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Chen Bell Platform.

Inside the spirit field.

A field of golden rice, glistening conspicuously under the sunlight.

Under the guidance of Master Zhou Buping, Li Qian and Liu Ming are harvesting rice with sickles in this more than one-acre field.

Each stalk of rice is heavy, laden with ripe grains.

With the speed of the three of them, also being martial artists, the entire field is harvested in less than half an hour.

As for threshing and such, that’s even simpler.

"Master, the harvest of the Spirit Grain is quite good."

Li Qian laughs.

"It’s quite average, not comparable to that of the Spirit Plant Garden..."

Zhou Buping shakes his head and laughs.

"Master, you’re not a professional. Having such a harvest is already pretty good, and it’s enough for us to eat anyway."

Li Qian says.

"That’s true... Liu Ming, later cook some newly harvested Spirit Rice."

Zhou Buping instructs.

"Sure thing, old master."