I'm not a drama god

Chapter 1818 The Glorious Era of Chengtian

Ancient military strategy.

A headless figure cradled the severed head in its hands and gently pressed it against the broken neck...

The separated flesh grew at an astonishing speed, and the head and body quickly reconnected. Bai Qi opened his eyes and looked at the figure in the opera robe flying away on the frozen sea.

"Are you fucking insane?!" Jian Changsheng's furious voice echoed in his mind.

"You almost killed him, you know that?! I gave you my body, not so you could go against the Hearts!! What the hell are you trying to do?!"

Despite the tumultuous chaos in his mind, Bai Qi remained calm and composed. He waited until Jian Changsheng had finished his tirade before speaking softly:

"Is this how you talk to your master?"

Jian Changsheng was speechless for a moment.

"So what if I cursed him?!" Jian Changsheng said angrily, "Why didn't you just hand over my soul? Why did you have to provoke him like that?!"

"Aren't you afraid that he's just using you?" Bai Qi sneered. "You can know a person's face but not their heart. Chao Zai is a master of disguise. You sacrificed yourself for him, but in the end, he didn't even look at you properly... How do you know that to him, you are a brother or a sword that can be discarded at will after use?"

"What are you talking about! Do you think I don't know what kind of person Hongxin is?"

"Perhaps you only think you understand."

Bai Qi paused for a moment, as if recalling something, a complex look appearing in his eyes, "Do you know... how I, who once galloped across the battlefield and killed countless enemies, ultimately died?"

Jian Changsheng hesitated for a moment, "...How did he die?"

"The king ordered his death... He drew his sword and committed suicide."

Upon hearing these eight words, Jian Changsheng froze on the spot.

A howling, cold wind swept across the empty land, causing the blood-stained ribbons on Bai Qi's body to flutter wildly. He stood alone in the mass grave, like an abandoned, broken ancient sword stuck in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Jian Changsheng remained silent for a long time before speaking softly:

"You saw it too... Red Heart, not that kind of person."

Bai Qi did not answer. He simply watched quietly as Chen Ling withstood the killing intent of the military path and left a long mark that pierced through the ancient tomb, seemingly lost in thought.

“…Perhaps.” Bai Qi finally spoke.

Jian Changsheng's voice rang out again: "...Aren't you afraid he'll really kill you?"

“If he really had the guts to rush into the Ancient Treasury of Military Strategy for you and kill me… he would naturally discover your soul and take you away.” Bai Qi paused for a moment, “but he didn’t kill me… this time, I owe him.”

"You know that much," Jian Changsheng snorted. "The Red Heart's ambitions are much bigger than you think."

Bai Qi turned around and glanced at the mass grave containing millions of people.

Perhaps the refresh time had arrived, and beams of murderous intent were reborn within, gradually filling the entire million-person crater.

This time, however, Bai Qi did not go back to fight the projection of killing intent. Instead, he pulled out the sword from the ground and walked step by step towards the outside of the Ancient Treasury of Military Strategy.

"Where are you going?" Jian Changsheng asked, puzzled.

“Our rank has reached the peak of the eighth rank. There’s no point in continuing to waste time here.” Bai Qi looked up at a certain point at the end of the frozen sea. “But now, someone has already taken the lead and secured the position of demigod of the martial arts path…”

"I will go and kill him."

"Then……"

"Proving the Way of the Warrior, a demigod."

……

Imperial Palace of Emperor Joten.

Jing Si followed behind Eunuch Zuo, moving through the palace.

The young man, who had just come from Ruoshui Prison, was extremely curious about everything in the palace. He looked around, wishing he could explore every corner of the palace.

"Eunuch Zuo... I've only just arrived in Chengtian, and His Majesty has already appointed me as the Deputy Chief of the White Egret Bureau?" Jing Si hesitated for a moment before asking incredulously.

“Young Master Jingsi, a king’s word is law.” Eunuch Zuo chuckled. “You were raised by Marquis Wei himself, and His Majesty trusts Marquis Wei’s abilities and character, which is why he has given you such an important position… You must not disappoint His Majesty’s expectations.”

Jing Si nodded, thinking that the emperor was indeed no ordinary person, just as Lord Wei had said... He was just a young man who had just come from Ruoshui Prison, yet he was appointed as the deputy chief. Such courage and boldness in employing people was something that not everyone could possess.

"Eunuch Zuo, who is that?" Jing Si suddenly saw something and pointed in that direction.

A figure dressed in an official robe was riding a fast horse, galloping through the vast palace.

You should know that anyone who can ride a horse in the palace must be someone of great importance.

Although he looked like a young man, his hair was already gray, and his skin showed the marks of time. His deep eyes were gazing at the distant main hall, lost in thought.

"Him?" Eunuch Zuo replied, "He is He Jing, the current Chief Historian of the Imperial Observatory."

"So it was him..."

Although Jing Si was in Ruoshui Prison, he had long heard of the name of this Lord He Jing... It was said that he was a powerful minister who had risen to prominence in recent years, elevating the Taishi Si, which was originally just a place responsible for the dynasty's infrastructure construction, to a crucial position. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he now held immense power in the court.

Seemingly noticing Jing Si's gaze, He Jing glanced coldly in their direction before continuing to ride forward towards the main hall.

"What an impressive person..." Jing Si couldn't help but sigh as he looked at that spirited figure.

"Lord He Jing is indeed a dragon among men, one in a million." Eunuch Zuo paused for a moment, glanced at Jing Si, and said meaningfully, "But Young Master Jing Si... you must never follow his example."

"……Why?"

Grandpa Zuo shook his head and said no more.

Jing Si was quick-witted and knew he had asked something he shouldn't have, so he immediately changed the subject. "However, the Chengtian Realm is truly full of hidden talents... Along the way, I have already seen the aura of several demigods pass by. I have been in Ruoshui Prison for so many years and have never seen a single one."

"It's only recently started to increase." Mentioning this, Grandpa Zuo's face broke into a smile again.

"Currently, the Chengtian Dynasty has ten demigod dukes specializing in books, medicine, military strategy, pornography, craftsmanship, chess, puppetry, witchcraft, strength, and prostitution. In addition, two prospective dukes are about to complete their self-affirmation through the path of divinity and step into the realm of demigods..."

"Such a prosperous era is unique even if we go back a thousand years."

"Ten demigods?!" Jing Si's mouth dropped open in shock.

"This……"

Jing Si never imagined that the Chengtian Dynasty would suddenly possess so many demigods... At this moment, his respect for the emperor in the palace grew even stronger.

What kind of person would have ten demigods under their command?