The Immortal Emperor is so fertile

Half a month later.

Qin Tian had practiced "Turtle Life" to a small level, and his lifespan was almost unlimited. The giant turtle shadow he could summon had expanded from the previous one that could only protect him to a circle the size of a hundred steps.

Not big though.

But when it was time for a big battle, he took the main combat power of the Qin State, passed through the blockade and obstruction, appeared directly at the enemy's key position, and completed the beheading!

The news of Qin Tian's release quickly spread.

The first ones to arrive were not the concubines who were in love with him, but two rough men.

Tian Yongsheng.

Gongsun Bai.

Well, they had organized their troops and horses, waiting for Qin Tian to leave the border, and then broke through the siege network around Qin...

After all, no one is idle.

Qin Tian is increasing his combat power, and the princes of the "Anti-Qin Alliance" are also deploying troops. Now, there are at least four to five million enemy troops hoarding on the border of Qin!

Not just soldiers.

Under Ji Xian's instigation and tacit approval, many monarchs of the vassal states bordering Qin dispersed their wealth and went to various sects and caves to hire immortal cultivators to join the war!

The situation is becoming increasingly critical!

Therefore, when he saw Qin Tian, ​​Tian Yongsheng suddenly became anxious: "Brother-in-law, you are finally out of seclusion... Who should we fight first?"

There was a hint of complaint in his voice.

After all, there were some things that Qin Tian didn't tell him, such as the agreement between Qingyun Sect and King Wen of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which also made him very puzzled that Qin Tian didn't ask for external help, such as writing to his father, Tian Hu, asking for help.

After hearing Tian Yongsheng's words, Qin Tian slowly walked to the edge of the map and pointed downward: "Beat him first!"

Tian Yongsheng came over in a few hurried steps, took a closer look, and frowned: "Shaoqing Mansion? Zuo Anhou?"

"That's right!"

Qin Tian nodded and clenched his fists: "I've wanted to beat him for a long time!"

Well, back then, Marquis Zuo An once coveted the black gold veins in his territory, but after he killed a few people, Marquis Zuo An gave in and did not pursue the case. Instead, Daxue Palace was aggressive...

But in the end, the master of the Snow Palace became his concubine...

But that's not important.

The important thing is that Qin Tian holds a grudge. Since he wants to break the siege of the 'Anti-Qin Alliance' this time, he will naturally attack those who have a grudge against him first!

Tian Yongsheng didn't know the reasons, he lowered his head and thought silently.

Gongsun Bai's eyes lit up: "Seconds!"

Qin Tian: "???"

Tian Yongsheng turned his head: "What are you thinking about?"

Gongsun Bai looked at Qin Tian with admiration on his face: "My uncle once said in the book of war that if you are wise, you will feed the enemy. If you feed the enemy for one minute, you will be worth twenty for me; if you feed the enemy for one stone, you will be worth twenty for me... "

"Although this is talking about the war situation in the mortal world..."

"But all methods are inseparable from their origin!"

"This method of combat is also applicable to this war!"

…

Tian Yongsheng's face was confused, and his eyes were full of mosquito coils spinning in circles.

Qin Tian looked enigmatic.

Gongsun Bai pointed at the map: "The place that Uncle Master pointed to is the essence of Shaoqing Mansion. This place not only produces various spiritual herbs and elixirs, but also has seventeen spiritual stone mines, large and small!"

"I once saw a scout document saying that these seventeen spiritual stone mines can produce at least 200,000 low-grade spiritual stones every year!"

"If placed elsewhere, two hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones would not be worth mentioning!"

"But in the barren state, this is not a small number!"

"Two hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones can at least equal half a year's military resources of the thieves of the 'Anti-Qin Alliance'!"

"So, by conquering this place, we will gain 200,000 low-grade spiritual stones every year, while the thieves will lose 200,000 low-grade spiritual stones!"

"One plus and one minus is equivalent to us having an extra 400,000 spiritual stones!"

…

You know how to count... Qin Tian's face was expressionless.

Tian Yongsheng slapped Qin Tian hard.

"I'm convinced!"

"I'm convinced!"

"No wonder Jiujiu is so devoted to you..."

…

Qin Tian: "..."

He swallowed and swallowed some words that he couldn't say in front of his brother-in-law.

Gongsun Bai next to him was full of excitement: "Without further delay, let's send troops now!"

Tian Yongsheng looked at Qin Tian.

Qin Tian nodded lightly: "One hundred thousand black armor, send troops to Shaoqing Mansion!"

……………………

Shaoqing Mansion.

Lingquan County.

This is the most popular place in the entire Shaoqing Prefecture, and it is also the place of suffering for the people of Shaoqing Prefecture.

After all, mining spiritual mines is hard work.

Especially in Huangzhou, the number of stones in the mines is much greater than the number of spiritual stones. It is not easy to dig and find, and there are foremen urging you, so you can see numerous bones in every mine.

Therefore, there is a folk song in Shaoqing Prefecture, which is said to be "when the white bones carry spiritual stones, we will share the underworld"...

But after decades of folk singing, Marquis Zuo An has never changed except that he is fatter than when he first came to Huangzhou.

This day.

The sun still rises.

With the clanging sound of gongs, a new day's work begins.

Tens of thousands of miners in rags emerged from their shabby shacks, their faces numb, and they lined up like worker ants to burrow into the ground.

Beside them, the tall and strong foreman was waving his whip like an ox or a horse, with no mercy on his fleshy face.

on the contrary.

They enjoy violence.

The sound of whipping could be heard continuously, and the miners moved a little faster.

"That's right!"

"If you don't dig mines carefully, what will we, the marquis, do to go to the desolate city to win the title of oiran?"

…

The foreman, who looked like a leader, straightened his body, his face full of lust, as if he was the one who tasted the courtesan.

The sun passed noon.

The miners walked out of the mine in a line with their morning harvest.

The scorching sun shone on their skinny bodies, and many overworked miners fell to the ground without a word, with the spiritual stones in their hands scattered all over the ground.

They were probably dead.

But the miners around did not rob.

After all, according to the unwritten rules of the mine, the harvest of the dead miners belongs to the foreman!

Therefore, a foreman picked up the spiritual stone from the ground, blew off the dust on it, and happily put it in his pocket, saying to the people around him without caring: "The sun is still not scorching enough, too few people have died recently..."

"Yes, yes..."

The foremen around him echoed.

After all, they also eagerly hoped that the miners under their jurisdiction would be sunburned to death, so that they could have an extra income!

They looked up at the sky, wishing that ten suns would appear at the same time...

But the opposite happened.

Instead of ten suns appearing in the sky, dark clouds quickly came!

In an instant, lightning and thunder roared.

But it didn't rain.

"Strange..."

"Is it a passing rain?"

"Maybe a monster?"

"Well, it's possible..."

The foremen folded their arms and whispered to each other.

The next second.

They overturned all their previous speculations!

Above the sky, between the dark clouds, there were huge battle flags with the word "Qin" floating!

"Enemy!"

"Yes, it's the Qin people!"

"The Qin State is coming!"