The Great Dao Golden List, Me! The Supreme Martial God Exposed – Chapter 50

Chapter 50: The Wolf Clan, Should Be Destroyed

Prince Wu’s Residence.

Zhao Wu rested his head on the fair, slender, and smooth legs of Tide Maiden Enchantress Mingzhu. The woman’s unique fragrance permeated the air, a delightful aroma that was refreshing to the senses.

Mingzhu’s fingers were long, snow-white, and delicate as she fed peeled, crystal-clear lychees into Zhao Wu’s mouth.

Tian Yan sat beside him, her jade hands gently massaging Zhao Wu’s temples.

In the air, the zither resonated, its melodious sound flowing gently.

Nong Yu, in a pale yellow dress, was the picture of a well-bred lady, dignified and elegant.

The young woman’s hands, skilled in playing stringed instruments, were long and graceful, her movements fluid, her skin as white as jade. Her beautiful fingertips lightly plucked the seven-stringed zither.

The music was lively, clear, and ethereal.

Yan Ling Ji, in a water-blue dance dress, moved gracefully, her body swaying in dance.

Her skin was like smooth cream, her hands soft, her beautiful eyes filled with charm, her tenderness like water. Her slender waist swayed, her long, straight legs shimmering.

Her dance was captivating.

Her dance was soul-stirring.

Jing Ni sat to the side, a faint smile on her face, pouring wine for Zhao Wu with a jade pot.

Zhao Wu raised his cup, drinking it down in one gulp, his expression content, relaxed, and comfortable.

“Your Highness, this Enlightenment Pill is for you.”

Jing Ni took out a jade bottle, inside was the reward for being second on the Military Unit List.

“Keep it for yourself!”

Zhao Wu opened his mouth, swallowing a lychee, not paying attention to the Enlightenment Pill.

With his cultivation level, the Enlightenment Pill would not have much effect.

Besides, he didn’t lack such things.

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

Seeing this, Jing Ni didn’t stand on ceremony, putting the Enlightenment Pill away, her eyes hiding a deep admiration.

At this moment, a tall, elegant, and beautiful woman walked gracefully from afar.

The woman wore a dark blue dress, her long hair tied low, adorned with a long hairpin, and her crown was embellished with blue gemstone jewelry. Her dress was patterned with three-legged golden crows.

She was an extremely beautiful woman.

Her beauty was unique, yet it also met the general aesthetic standards.

Her beauty represented the unparalleled grace and beauty of a northern beauty, dignified and majestic, with an air of a phoenix.

There were many beauties in the north, but she was the only one who could combine all the beautiful features of northern beauties into one.

She was elegant and luxurious.

She was refined and aloof.

She was none other than the leader of the Undying Divine Soldiers—Yan Fei.

“Your Highness.”

Yan Fei arrived before Zhao Wu, bowing gracefully. But before she could speak, Zhao Wu spoke first:

“If you’ve come to offer the Undying Phoenix Blood, you don’t need to. Keep it for yourself; it suits you well.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“This Phoenix Blood Sword is also a gift for you.”

Zhao Wu waved his hand, and a long sword appeared in front of Yan Fei.

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

Yan Fei accepted the Phoenix Blood Sword with both hands, her heart filled with sweetness at Zhao Wu’s gift.

“His Majesty the First Emperor has arrived.”

Suddenly, a sharp voice like a duck quacking came from outside.

“Hasn’t Old Zhao already achieved immortality? Why is he still thinking about the Undying Phoenix Blood?”

Zhao Wu curled his lip, complaining.

Mingzhu and the others twitched their lips.

It seemed that after “Scumbag Old Dad” and “Zheng Ge,” the First Emperor had gained another nickname: “Old Zhao.”

Jing Ni and Yan Fei bowed to Zhao Wu, and then their figures instantly disappeared.

Snake Talisman.

Invisibility.

Zhao Wu had enough talismans to form an army. Jing Ni, Yan Fei, and the others naturally had more than one talisman.

Some talismans, when combined, were even more powerful.

For example, the Dragon Talisman’s explosion plus the Pig Talisman’s laser equaled a laser cannon.

Just after Yan Fei and Jing Ni disappeared, Ying Zheng, accompanied by Zhang Han and Gai Nie, walked in from outside.

He had seen Mingzhu, Yan Ling Ji, and Nong Yu before in Shu He County, so he wasn’t surprised.

As for Tian Yan.

He didn’t pay much attention, assuming she was just another beauty Zhao Wu had found.

“This kid’s life is truly enviable.”

Ying Zheng looked at Zhao Wu, resting on a beauty’s lap, Nong Yu playing the zither, Ling Ji dancing, and Tian Yan giving a massage. It was indeed a life of great pleasure.

Even he, as the emperor, did not enjoy such luxury.

“You all wait outside.”

Ying Zheng instructed Zhang Han and Gai Nie to guard the door, and he walked in alone.

Zhao Wu sat up and waved his hand, and Tian Yan, Mingzhu, Yan Ling Ji, and Nong Yu withdrew.

“Old Zhao, what wind blew you here?”

Zhao Wu picked up the wine pot and poured a cup for Ying Zheng.

“Old Zhao?”

Ying Zheng’s lips twitched. He had changed his address again.

However, he didn’t mind.

At least when there were other people around, Zhao Wu still gave him face, and this kind of address felt more intimate in private.

Like old friends.

As the First Emperor.

Whether it was the empress, concubines, princes, or ministers, when facing him, they were all insincere, respectful, and trembling with fear.

He was like a lonely man.

In fact, an emperor was a lonely man.

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That was why they referred to themselves as “a lonely man”.

Therefore.

He not only didn’t mind Zhao Wu’s casualness but also liked this atmosphere and feeling.

“Wu’er, the reason I came today is to ask you about the Martial God and whether the Martial God could exchange the Undying Phoenix Blood with me. Whatever you need, just ask.”

Ying Zheng didn’t waste any words and went straight to the point.

“Old Zhao, didn’t I tell you before? The Martial God is handsome, suave, unrestrained, comes and goes without a trace, and acts as he pleases.”

“When fate arrives, you will naturally meet him.”

“If fate is not enough, you will not recognize him even if he is right in front of you.”

“Fate comes and goes; it cannot be forced.”

Ying Zheng was somewhat disappointed, even though he had been mentally prepared.

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“I say, Old Zhao, haven’t you already achieved immortality? What do you need the Undying Phoenix Blood for?” Zhao Wu asked.

“I feel that the Dog Talisman is ultimately an external object. One’s own self is the foundation, so…” Ying Zheng’s eyes were burning as he looked at Zhao Wu with anticipation.

“I see, Old Zhao, that’s a good idea.”

Zhao Wu nodded, agreeing.

Ying Zheng’s eyes lit up, his anticipation growing even more: “So, Wu’er, are you willing to help me find the Martial God to get the Undying Phoenix Blood?”

Zhao Wu shook his head, saying with disappointment, “Old Zhao, didn’t you just say that one’s own self is the foundation? The Undying Phoenix Blood is also just an external object.”

“The Imperial Dragon Art that the Divine Sword List gave you is quite good. You can also use the nation’s luck to cultivate. If you cultivate well and reach the Earthly Immortal Realm, you can live for five hundred years without relying on external objects. If you cultivate to the Grand Void Immortal Realm, you can live for a thousand years.”

“Uh…”

Ying Zheng was stunned. He thought Zhao Wu was willing to help him find the Martial God to get the Undying Phoenix Blood, but in the end…

That was it?

He should cultivate himself?

“Besides, I know the Martial God won’t give you the Undying Phoenix Blood,” Zhao Wu said.

“Alas, I was too attached to the form!”

Ying Zheng heard this, raised his wine cup, and drank it down in one gulp.

The next moment, Ying Zheng’s eyes widened.

Cool to the core.

Heart soaring.

“Good wine!”

With one cup of wine, Ying Zheng felt refreshed and invigorated.

It was even more comfortable and pleasant than when he sent several hundred million to his harem concubines.

“What kind of wine is this?”

Ying Zheng quickly poured himself another cup while asking curiously.

“Bodhi Spiritual Wine, it refreshes the mind, removes hidden ailments, and aids in cultivation.”

Zhao Wu spoke calmly. The wine he drank was naturally not ordinary wine.

It was spiritual wine.

For martial artists, it was a treasure.

“You kid really has a lot of good stuff.”

Ying Zheng laughed and cursed, suddenly feeling that he, the emperor, was a poor man.

His great sword was not as powerful as the Martial God’s.

His military units were crushed.

His food and drink were not as good as Zhao Wu’s.

Even the beauties he had collected in his harem from the six states were not as good as the singers in Zhao Wu’s residence.

“It’s just because of the Martial God.”

Zhao Wu smiled faintly.

Ying Zheng and Zhao Wu drank for a while. Seeing that he couldn’t get any news about the Martial God or the Undying Phoenix Blood from Zhao Wu, he didn’t stay long.

As the First Emperor, he was even more tired than Zhao Wu was in his previous life as a wage slave. There was still a pile of memorials waiting for him to review in the palace.

His time was tight.

“Alright, you kid, don’t just drink and have fun all day long. You’ll ruin your body. Drinking too much is bad for you. I’m confiscating this wine!”

After saying that, Ying Zheng took the Bodhi wine from the table and strode away.

“Alas, I wanted to give Old Zhao a jar, but drinking too much is bad for the body. Never mind!”

Zhao Wu sighed.

Thump.

Ying Zheng paused, almost stumbling.

After hesitating for a second, Ying Zheng still couldn’t bring himself to lose face and quickly left.

But in his heart, he was full of regret.

He had missed out on a hundred million.

As soon as Ying Zheng left, Yan Fei, Jing Ni, Mingzhu, and the others returned to Zhao Wu’s side.

“It’s time.”

Zhao Wu’s gaze drifted, looking north. He calmly uttered five words:

“The Wolf Clan, should be destroyed.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”