Chapter 462 - 318: The Final Dump Truck, Abandoned Pawn, The Strongest Cheat Goes Live!

[I became a hostage, and although the resources of treasure medicine increased significantly, I felt uneasy. Could it be that King Jin, one of the Seven Great Overlord Countries among the Eight Hundred Dukes, was persuaded so easily? Is he seizing the opportunity to withdraw?]

[On what basis?]

[Three years later.]

[I am nine years old. Xue’Er has exceptional talent and quickly senses "Qi Blood", strengthening it to the Three Blood Pass. The final step is to activate potential, condense Source Blood, and become a Martial Dao First Heaven "Warrior Realm Martial Artist".]

[Martial Dao First Heaven: Warrior Realm, Warrior Realm, Samurai Realm.]

[Warriors can be Centurions, Warriors can be vanguards, Samurais are deputy generals. Martial Dao is the only chance for ordinary people in this era to achieve success.]

[Yet I barely manage to refine Qi blood once a month, and reaching Three Blood is a long way off.]

[Soon, Xue’Er brought back bad news.]

[My father, who ascended as Emperor Yuan for three years, worked hard for national rejuvenation and took the initiative to declare war on Jin Country for the sake of national pride. In March, the renowned general of Yuan Country, "Zhuang Jun", commanded his army to defeat Jin Country’s two hundred thousand troops, capturing seventeen Spirit Realm cities of Jin Country in one fell swoop.]

[Yuan Country was precisely my father’s country.]

["We must leave immediately!" I reacted, feeling alarmed.]

[When two countries go to war, the hostage is killed first.]

[My father, disregarding my safety, takes the initiative to provoke a war between the two countries. Inevitably, as a hostage, Jin Country will take their anger out on me, and even my death might be an excellent excuse for my father to continue annexing Jin Country under the pretense of righteousness.]

[I hurriedly grabbed my mother and Xue’Er to immediately prepare to leave Jin Country.]

[However, Jin Country had already made a mistake once, and there were already a team of elite Armored Warriors outside. Among the hundred countries, those considered elite must be battle soldiers who condensed Source Blood.]

[Xue’Er had just broken through to the Warrior Realm...]

[I fell into despair.]

[Yet my father’s friend had a contingency plan, sending a dozen Death Warriors to respond and protect me in breaking through the encirclement. King Jin, upon hearing the news, was furious and ordered a Warrior General, commanding three thousand cavalry, to bring this Yuan Country hostage back.]

[The dozen Death Warriors perished one after another during the pursuit. My mother, my father’s friend, and I decided to split into three groups. Xue’Er took me into the wilderness to evade Jin Country’s three thousand cavalry.]

[I traveled overnight, my injuries flaring up, causing me to faint. When I woke up, I was in a swiftly moving carriage, with Jin Country’s three thousand cavalry blocking the road, watching as the Samurai surrounded Xue’Er and me.]

[Boom!]

[A thunderous epiphany struck in my mind.]

[At this moment, I awakened my Innate Wisdom, overlapping with the memories of nine years in Jin Country, wanting to curse out loud.]

["Damn it, you’re really unscrupulous!! Sent me here to die after transmigrating?"]

["Isn’t it supposed to be a Saint Emperor’s template? How did I become an ancient hostage?"]

["And where’s that so-called Transmigrator Compensation Clause? A harem of three thousand beauties, countless fierce generals under my command, and the chance to ascend the path of cultivation, flying and escaping, shattering mountains and splitting seas, achieving immortality?"]

["Lies! All pure scams!"]

["I knew there were risks in transmigration!! Where’s the cheat?"]

[With these memories in mind, I quickly calmed down, taking deep breaths, looking at Xue’Er who stood protectively in front of me with a sword.]

[According to my memories, the Warrior General of Jin Country’s three thousand cavalry was a Commander-in-Chief possessing a "Middle-Rank Inheritance Spiritual Soldiers," capable of using the three thousand soldiers to condense a Ten-zhang Battle Spirit. Even if the king of heaven himself came today, we wouldn’t be able to escape.]

[At this moment, a cold system notification exploded in my mind.]

[Ding-dong!]

[Congratulations! You have successfully escaped imprisonment, stepped onto your homeland, embarking on the first step towards becoming a Saint Emperor.]

[Achievement "Rising Dragon" accomplished]

[Reward: One chance to randomly summon a mythical person for the Saint Emperor. Would you like to draw now?]

["No more spinning, draw immediately!!! Quick, quick, quick!" The illusory Bronze Wheel frantically spun on my retina as I watched the Jin Country Samurai raising his butcher knife towards Xue’Er, and I roared with anger in my heart.]

[Boom—!]

[The world was instantly silent. A wisp of gray mist seeped out from the cracks of the wheel, withering the wild grass to black curls wherever it passed.]

[Bang!]

[A neat and tidy young man appeared from nowhere, holding a Broken Sword, slanting it to block the butcher knife. The tiger’s mouth of the Jin Country Samurai split apart, blood dripping down the blade, splattering on the ground in a dazzling red.]

["What audacity! Who are you?!"]

[The young man grinned.]

["Wind of Suffocation·Flying Swallow Thirteen—"]

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