Chapter 5: The Undying Divine Art, Tianzhu Awakens (1)

  Marshal's Mansion.

  Inside the reception room, two people sat in the first row. One of them was none other than Emperor Tian Feng Ling of the Tian Bow Empire. On the other side sat a robust man who looked like an iron tower. He appeared to be over 50 years old, with a subtle glow emanating from his ancient copper-colored skin. His face was shaped like a Chinese character, with tiger-like eyes, a straight nose, and a square mouth. Although he was seated, his sturdy physique was still evident. His muscles were as solid as rocks, filling out his tight-fitting attire completely. His eyes shone brightly, and the dark pupils emitted a profound glow. This man was none other than Zhou Shi Cheng, the pillar of the Tian Bow Empire and the Great Marshal Zhou Shui Niu - also known as Zhou Wei Qing's father.

  Zhou Da Yuanshuai, like Shangguan Bing'er, also came from a commoner family and herded cattle as a child, which is how he got his name. No one dared to mock his name, because those who had done so were already dead.

  "Your Majesty, take a look at this. It was delivered early this morning, and it's in the handwriting of that little rabbit." Zhou Shui Niu handed a letter to Emperor Feng Ling.

  "Zhou Dage, you didn't come up with this just to comfort me, did you? My mind is made up. If anything really happens to Weiqing, that little girl Diya will have to accompany him in death." Emperor Fengling said resolutely. Yesterday, he personally brought Diya to apologize, but learned that Zhou Weiqing had not returned, and immediately dispatched a large number of people to search for him outside the city, but to no avail.

  "Your Majesty, how dare I deceive you? Don't be fooled by this little rabbit's silly appearance. He is more cunning than anyone else, and even I have been deceived by him many times. This time, he probably knows he has made a mistake and is afraid of being beaten by me, so he doesn't dare to come back. What nonsense about going out to make a name for himself! I think he just doesn't dare to come back, let's not bother with him."

  Di Feng sighed and said, "As long as Wei Qing doesn't return, I won't be able to rest assured! This is all Di Fu Ya's fault. Big brother, if Wei Qing comes back, you can't hit him. To say the least, this child is also quite pitiful. He was born with a closed vein and it's not something he wanted. You shouldn't make things too difficult for him either."

  Zhou Shui Niu grunted, "Tiger father, dog son. However, this kid still has some self-awareness, what he said is right, how can he be worthy of the princess? I think, let's just cancel the marriage as he said."

  Di Feng's face changed, "How can that be. Di Yu Ya Sheng is a member of your Zhou family, dead or alive, he's still a part of your family. Big brother, don't joke about this, you mustn't mention it again. If you're going to regret the engagement just because Wei Qing isn't a royal jade master, then am I even worthy of being your brother?"

  ……

  Zhou Weiqing slowly came to from his coma, finding himself inside a tent. As soon as he woke up, he felt pain all over his body and his skin was sticky with sweat. Especially his legs, which felt like they were filled with lead, and even the slightest movement made him feel like he was being stabbed by thousands of steel needles, causing him to groan in agony.

  "Shangguan Bing'er, you little vixen, just wait, one of these days I'll pin you down and have my way with you."

  After a brief delay, Zhou Weiqing finally managed to crawl out of the bed, and as soon as he sat up, he saw two large bowls and a note placed beside his bed.

  In two large bowls, one bowl had three large steamed buns, and the other bowl had two dishes, one was stir-fried green vegetables, and the other was braised meat. After a tiring afternoon, Zhou Weiqing's stomach was growling with hunger, and he immediately grabbed the steamed bun without hesitation and started eating, thinking to himself: It seems that Official Ouyang has some conscience after all. The steamed buns and dishes were still warm, and the taste was quite good, clearly not from the ordinary soldiers' cafeteria's large pot of rice. As he ate, Zhou Weiqing finally looked at the note, which had only four words: Continue tomorrow.

  "Damn, it's not over yet! You're just touched by me, what's the big deal?" Zhou Weiqing hummed in a bad mood and squeezed the steamed bun in his hand with some force, trying to get a feel for it.

  Three days and five nights had passed since the battle, and after finishing dinner, Zhou Weiqing hastily walked out of his tent, suppressing the aches in his body to wash himself clean. Although this fellow was timid and afraid of death, he had one good point - he loved cleanliness. He also washed his clothes by the way, don't think that just because he came from a noble family he would do household chores, on the contrary, he could do everything, whether it was household chores or cooking. This wasn't forced upon him by his strict father, Water Buffalo Marshal, for nothing. In the Marshal's residence, Zhou Weiqing lived alone in a small courtyard, and after turning six years old, he had to be self-sufficient, with all necessities provided but no one serving him. Because of this, Marshal Zhou and his wife had fought who-knew-how-many times, but unfortunately, Marshal Zhou's strong will was unstoppable, and in the end, his wife could only struggle for the right to teach Zhou Weiqing how to do these things.

  After cleaning his body and changing into another military uniform, washing the dirty one clean, Zhou Weiqing returned to his own tent. At this time, the entire military camp had already quieted down.

  Zhou Weiqing returned to his tent and opened the cloth bag he had brought with him, which contained some essential items he had purchased after leaving the blacksmith's shop yesterday, such as some simple powdered seasonings, a bottle of lamp oil, and other miscellaneous but necessary living supplies. What he feared most was not being able to eat his fill after joining the army, so buying some seasonings would make it easier for him to sneak in some extra food later on. As for the lamp oil, it came in handy immediately.

  Zhou Weiqing took out the rice bowl he had cleaned earlier, poured a little lamp oil into it, then took out a few strands of thin thread and twisted them together before placing them in the lamp oil to soak for a moment. He then pulled out one end of the thread and used his flint to ignite it, instantly creating a makeshift small oil lamp that lit up the interior of his small tent.

  After doing all this, he quietly lifted the tent flap and looked out to see if anyone was outside. Only after confirming that there was no one did he withdraw his head. He carefully reached into his bosom and took out an oilcloth package from next to his skin.

  "It's a good thing I wrapped it in oilcloth, otherwise with all the sweat I've been dripping today, it would have gotten ruined."

  Carefully opening the oilcloth package, a ancient book was revealed inside. This is indeed an ancient book, because it is not made of paper at all, but sewn with high-quality sheepskin, as thick as two inches, dozens of pages, simple and elegant in style, with some damage on the edges. The cover reads four big characters: Immortal Divine Skill.

  This is the treasure that Zhou Weiqing retrieved from the Starry Sky Forest yesterday, which he had picked up beside a skull when he was ten years old and was thrown into a deep mountain forest by Grand Marshal Zhou to train his survival skills, without even Grand Marshal Zhou knowing. It has been hidden in a tree hole in the Starry Sky Forest all along.

  Open the cover, revealing the first page, at the top is a line of small words: The General Outline of the Undead Divine Art.

  Those without great willpower cannot cultivate, those without a determination to die cannot cultivate. The Undying Divine Technique is actually the Must-Die Divine Technique, turning the impossible into the possible, taking the thirty-six major death points of the human body as the object of cultivation, seeking life in death. If one is slightly careless, they will undoubtedly die. Be cautious, be cautious. Only those who can break through the thirty-six major death points can truly connect with the power of heaven and earth, share the same longevity as heaven and earth, and be immortal like the sun and moon.

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  Long live the brothers and sisters of Tangmen! I strongly request that book friends collect, recommend and support. According to the news Xiao San received yesterday, this book should be on shelves next month on the 1st instead of the original plan of the 10th. It seems it will go on sale before my birthday.

  Recommendations and collections needed.