My Wife is A Sword God

Familiar palace, familiar study.

Qin Feng, who was waiting quietly for the summons, looked calm.

With his current strength and soul strength, he soon noticed that there were eyes all around him sweeping over him.

Glancing sideways, he caught a glimpse of a figure that seemed to come and go, its face hidden behind a white mask.

‘Is it the prison department?’ Qin Feng speculated inwardly.

It’s worth noting that the Prison Department was not only responsible for guarding the recidivists and powerful demons and ghosts of Ninefold Prison, but it was also the strongest force defending the Imperial City and Emperor Ming in secret.

So it was only natural that there were heavy guards from the Prison Department outside the study.

After thinking for only a moment, Eunuch Li, who had left, returned. “Young Master Qin, His Majesty has summoned you inside.”

“Alright.” Qin Feng nodded slightly and followed Eunuch Li into the study.

As the two left, a voice of surprise emerged from the shadows in a corner of the courtyard. “Lord Yi Mian, that boy seemed to sense your presence just now.”

“To be able to attract the Heavenly Tribulation at the level of the fourth rank, that’s of course extraordinary. It’s no wonder His Majesty holds him in such high esteem,” a distant voice replied from the void.

Inside the study, as Eunuch Li had already explained the reason on the way, the matter of treating Lord Deng Mo’s injuries was soon concluded.

Emperor Ming put down the memorial in his hand and said solemnly, “The condition of Lord Deng’s body has been a concern of mine, and with your intelligence, you should understand how important Lord Deng is to the Great Qian.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng hurriedly replied, “Your Majesty, please rest assured that I will do my utmost.”

“Very well.” Emperor Ming responded lightly, leaning slightly on the back of the chair, and his expression relaxed.

He and Qin Feng casually discussed several topics, many of which were about the minor details of the Western Regions Expedition.

“…I have never heard of a Literature Treasure that can bring together the power of ordinary soldiers to fight against powerful monsters.”

“Is that treasure in your possession now?”

Qin Feng immediately took out a piece of white scroll from his chest, which was the poem ‘Song of the Great Wind’ that he had written in Qiongyu City. Even now, the handwriting on it was emitting a faint golden light.

The moment the treasure was revealed, the once quiet study suddenly echoed with the sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses. A strong wind swept through, causing Emperor Ming’s imperial robe to billow and the pages of the documents on the desk to rustle.

Eunuch Li’s face was filled with astonishment, as was Emperor Ming’s.

They seemed to be in the middle of a battlefield, the sounds of warriors fighting and roaring ringing in their ears.

The word “kill” rang out, deafeningly loud.

In the midst of their astonishment, they both turned to look at the white scroll.

Emperor Ming’s eyes widened, unable to contain himself, as he recited aloud, “The strong wind is rising, the clouds are rising, with power that extends throughout the land, returning to our homeland. Where can we find brave warriors to guard the four corners of the world?”

As the words fell, a sense of grandeur surged forth.

Emperor Ming felt a strange sensation in his heart. If the soldiers of the Great Qian were all so brave and fearless, what fear would there be of demons and ghosts?

“Excellent!” With a simple word, Emperor Ming expressed his current mood.

He spread out white scroll on the table and ran his right palm over it, reluctant to let it go.

“Your talent is truly worthy of the position of Grand Chancellor of the Cabinet I have appointed you to.” 

“If this Literature Treasure is reproduced, will it enable other Fifth Stage Literature Saint Dao Lineages to display its functions?” 

“Then, by borrowing the bravery of the Great Qian’s soldiers and the Demon Slaying Department, we can eradicate demons and ghosts from every corner!” Emperor Ming asked, turning his head.

This ‘Song of the Great Wind’ was created by Qin Feng himself. It was a treasure of boundless power.

And this treasure could be reproduced by other high-level Literature Saint Dao Lineage practitioners, allowing other Literature Saint to utilise its power.

Of course, the reproduced literary treasures would inevitably be much weaker in power compared to the original…

Although Qin Feng knew about this secret of cultural treasure as early as when he was in Jinyang City, he had never personally experimented with it, so he could only truthfully reply, “Excuse me, Your Majesty, I am not very clear on this matter either.”

Emperor Ming pondered for a moment, then said, “It doesn’t matter, I will send someone to the Grand Literature Academy to inquire about it to the Heavenly Tower’s National Teacher.”

Qin Feng nodded and reached out to retrieve the ‘Song of the Great Wind’, only to find that Emperor Ming’s body, intentionally or unintentionally, happened to block the scroll.

“Your Majesty…”

Emperor Ming chuckled and interrupted, “The Qin family has been loyal for generations. Our ancestors expanded the territory for the Great Qian and fought demons and ghosts.”

“Now, the Qin family has given birth to a scholar like you, it’s truly a blessing for the Great Qian.”

“Your Majesty overpraises. I only did what I could. As for Literature Treasure…” Qin Feng looked at the scroll.

Emperor Ming took advantage of the situation and pulled Qin Feng to the other side, “Qin Feng, I have heard that after you became famous in the Imperial City, there has been a steady stream of suitors coming to your residence.” 

“Have you found someone suitable? If you have, please let me know; I can arrange the marriage through the Ministry of Rites.”

“Your Majesty jokes. I am content with my two wives at home. I dare not wish for more.” Although his wives were not present, Qin Feng felt a chill run down his spine and hastily waved his hand to explain.

“It’s common for a man to have multiple wives and concubines, but your two wives are indeed extraordinary.” 

“It is no wonder you’re not interested in those who come to you for marriage.” Emperor Ming pondered thoughtfully.

Qin Feng was slightly stunned; this conversation seemed to have gone off the rails.

Seeing Qin Feng’s hesitation, Emperor Ming spoke again, “In fact, in addition to summoning you for the matter of Chief Deng, there is another matter I wish to discuss today.”

“Your Majesty, please speak,” Qin Feng said with a straight face.

“Anya is the apple of my eye. Like you, she is also a disciple of the Heavenly Tower National Teacher, cultivating the Literature Saint Dao Lineage. You should address her as your elder sister.”

Qin Feng’s face froze and he did not respond. He just listened silently.

“The National Teacher once told me that Anya’s talent is not low, she is a piece of uncut jade. With proper polishing, she will surely enter the high realms of the Literature Saint Dao Lineage. By then, she will also be able to contribute to the Great Qian and ease my worries…”

“However, her mind is not fully dedicated to cultivation!” 

“Even though she entered the path earlier than you and received various resources from me, she has only just reached the sixth Fate Divination realm, she hasn’t even touched the threshold of the fifth level of the Magnificent Virtue realm.”

“I am quite disappointed.”

Hearing this, Qin Feng thought back to when he first met Anya in Jinyang City. Back then, her cultivation level was higher than his, but now she had fallen behind.

However, he could guess some reasons. If his suspicions were correct, the famous Gathering Treasure Pavilion of the Great Qian had always been managed by Anya. With so much attention paid to trivial matters, it’s understandable that her cultivation has lagged behind.

What puzzled him, however, was that he thought Emperor Ming, who was in front of him, was the real behind-the-scenes boss of the Gathering Treasure Pavilion. Therefore, Emperor Ming should know the reason for Anya’s slow progress. 

But right now, his words made Qin Feng doubt it…

With Qin Feng’s mind in disarray, he could only utter a few words of comfort with folded hands: “I once read in a book that everyone’s cultivation path is unique and has its own destiny.” 

“Princess Anya might be the type of person who accumulates constantly and has a sudden enlightenment. Your Majesty need not worry too much.”

“There is some truth in those words,” Emperor Ming nodded slightly.

“However, Your Majesty, what you’ve said seems to have little to do with me?” Qin Feng showed a strange expression.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Ming turned his head and looked at him, then spoke slowly and deliberately, “I hope that Qin can give some guidance on Ya’an’s practice in her spare time.”

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