Chapter 875: Ready for Emperor Qualification

“Oh? What good stuff?”

“Treasures imbued with imperial aura, divine weapons, even foundational secret artifacts.”

Jian Changsheng’s eyes immediately lit up!

“Besides those, there are also items that have appeared in the imperial palace throughout history, such as calligraphy, paintings, jewelry, gold, delicacies, desserts...”

Sun Bumian’s ears twitched, and his eyes immediately brightened as well.

“Since we’re already here…” Sun Bumian pushed his small round sunglasses up, his expression more serious than ever. “After taking a beating, it really wouldn’t do to leave empty-handed.”

As Chen Ling spoke, he intentionally glanced at Jiang Xiaohua from the corner of his eye.

Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian were completely intrigued by Chen Ling’s words, but Jiang Xiaohua seemed uninterested in any of it…

He looked around for a shovel to dig a hole, found none, and instead quietly picked up a piece of tattered cloth, lay down on the ground, covered his face, and prepared to rest in peace.

“Buddy! Don’t sleep on us!”

Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian, one on each side, forcibly dragged him up from the ground, shaking him vigorously.

Jiang Xiaohua: …

Without Jiang Xiaohua, they couldn’t conceal their presence. If Jiang Xiaohua wanted to lie low, they wouldn’t agree to it first.

Ultimately, the two practically carried Jiang Xiaohua away, and as Chen Ling activated the power of the Ancient Imperial Treasury, the four instantly vanished from their spot.

In a haze, the linen-clad youth slowly opened his eyes.

A surging vibration emanated from the ground beneath him, and swirling yellow sand obscured a corner of the sky. The linen-clad youth stood bewildered for a long time before suddenly snapping back to reality, stiffly attempting to rise from the ground…

A sharp pain shot through him from beneath his ribs, making his lips twitch uncontrollably and his face turn deathly pale.

“Brother Li, take it easy!” Han Dong’s voice came from the side, his tense voice trembling. “You’re bleeding a lot…”

The linen-clad youth looked down; his body was indeed covered in crimson. Part of it was blood seeping from the wound beneath his ribs, and part was what he had vomited when he was thrown back earlier… It looked shocking.

The linen-clad youth slowly sat up, finding himself in a vast, windswept wilderness with several large rocks beside him.

Not far from him, a formidable army was charging towards the distant imperial palace amidst deafening shouts, incredibly excited as if injected with a stimulant!

“Where is this… place?”

“I don’t know. Just now, we only saw a few golden figures descend, and with a wave of their hands, we were here.”

The linen-clad youth gradually recalled everything that had just happened, as well as Chen Ling’s cold, murderous eyes, and involuntarily shivered.

The Actor Emperor… who exactly is he?

Why did he want to kill me?

One question after another surfaced in the linen-clad youth’s mind, but then he suddenly seemed to remember something and immediately asked, “What about A Qian??”

“I didn’t see her… It looks like we’ve been separated.”

The linen-clad youth then realized that not everyone had been transferred here. Wu Qiong, A Qian, and dozens of other figures who had lagged behind in the snowfield were nowhere to be seen.

However, most of the other figures were present… such as Zhu Chong.

Zhu Chong sat blankly on the ground, sweat still beading on his forehead, seemingly terrified by Chen Ling’s earlier strike. After all, that judgment blow, which pierced the earth, had whistled past his ear, narrowly missing melting his head.

It took him a while to recover before he shakily got up from the ground.

“Damn it… Where exactly is this place?”

“This looks like something out of a school history book, doesn’t it?”

“These roads, buildings, and that imperial palace over there… it definitely seems to be an ancient scene.”

“It looks like someone is trying to besiege the city over there?”

As the crowd whispered, a line of golden text simultaneously appeared before the eyes of several figures:

You have gained the attention of multiple emperors.Please take your followers to the designated location to receive the 'Quasi-Imperial Fate'.

Among the crowd, about four people saw this text, and the linen-clad youth was one of them… They had all, to some extent, grasped the underlying principles in the snowfield, and upon seeing "Quasi-Imperial Fate," their hearts swelled with joy!

They knew that after enduring the hardships of the snowfield, they were about to receive their corresponding reward.

Zhu Chong’s face lit up with delight. At the same time, he sensed the location where he was to receive his "Quasi-Imperial Fate": right within the imperial palace that was about to be breached!

The location the linen-clad youth sensed seemed to be an imperial palace from another dynasty… but it wasn’t far from here.

Before the eyes of others, text also appeared:

Please choose a 'King' you trust and follow.After choosing a 'King', you may change your choice, but only once.

These individuals had not distinguished themselves in the snowfield and had not received the emperors' attention. This was their first time seeing the golden text, and they were immediately startled.

“Those who trust me! Follow me! I, Zhu Chong, will definitely lead you out!” Zhu Chong declared with a grand sweep of his hand.

The crowd was still somewhat bewildered, but due to Zhu Chong’s inherent power and the authority he had previously displayed, more than fifty people, after a moment of hesitation, walked to stand behind him.

The other figures who had qualified as "Quasi-Emperors" also called out, attracting groups of people, with some gaining as few as five or six followers and the most gaining around ten.

To Zhu Chong’s surprise, nearly thirty more people chose to stand behind the linen-clad youth, forming the largest faction apart from Zhu Chong’s own.

Among them, besides Han Dong and other children from the second district who had been swayed by his promises, a significant portion were there because of the linen-clad youth’s dispute with Zhu Chong. He possessed courage, strength, and a kinder heart than Zhu Chong, which naturally attracted a large number of followers.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Chong’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He slowly stepped out from the crowd and approached the linen-clad youth, scrutinizing the blood-soaked young man.

“Li Fu, isn’t it? You almost really fooled me…” Zhu Chong stretched his neck, his tall figure towering over the linen-clad youth. “You managed to gather so many people to believe in you just by bluffing; you really have some skill… But how long can you keep up the pretense?”

Before the linen-clad youth could speak, Han Dong rushed forward from the side.

“What are you doing?! Seeing someone heavily injured by the Actor Emperor, you want to take advantage of him, don’t you?!” Han Dong gritted his teeth. “If you want a fight, all of us here aren’t afraid of you!”

“Take advantage?” Zhu Chong sneered. “Don’t forget, we almost got killed in the snow by the Actor Emperor because of him… He’s the culprit, and you’re still supporting him?”

At this statement, the crowd behind the linen-clad youth seemed to waver slightly. Recalling the earlier scene, the Actor Emperor’s oppressive presence once again washed over them.

The linen-clad youth, propping up his severely injured body, stared coldly at Zhu Chong for a long time. In the end, he decided not to waste any words on him, turning to leave:

“Don’t mind him… let’s go.”