Outside Chang 'an City.
In a valley somewhere.
Su Qin sat cross-legged, carefully feeling the difference between his body and before the transformation.
"My strength has increased by at least two to three times …"
A smile appeared on Su Qin's face. He was very satisfied.
He now had a feeling that without the help of True Essence and Divine Will, he could punch through a small hill with just the strength of his body.
It was incredible.
One had to know that at his level, even the slightest increase in strength was extremely difficult, let alone increasing it explosively by several times.
Many Venerable Arhat Martial Arts Legends were stuck in the same place for decades, unable to make any progress.
Su Qin, who had entered the Venerable Arhat Realm for less than ten years, had already stepped into the Third Heaven and transformed his body four times. It was unprecedented, at least not on this continent.
"In addition to strength, my defense has also improved greatly."
Su Qin raised his left hand, pulled up his sleeve, and revealed his slender arm. Then, he casually swung his right hand, and a subtle sword light flashed and fell silently on his left arm.
The power of this subtle sword light was completely restrained. If it was in the outside world, it could easily cut down a section of the city wall and destroy the city.
But at this moment, when it landed on Su Qin's slender arm, it only left a barely visible white mark.
And after this white mark appeared, it disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. In an instant, it was restored to its original state.
"Not bad, not bad."
Su Qin nodded slightly.
According to Su Qin's guess, his body at this moment was enough to block the attack of a martial artist who had just entered the Martial Arts Legend Realm.
In other words, even if Su Qin stood there motionless and let a First Heaven Legend attack him, it would be like a breeze blowing on his face. He would not care at all.
"Most importantly, through this transformation, a trace of the 'Metal Element' has been born."
Su Qin's eyes turned slightly and fell on his arm again. He saw faint traces of gold flowing on the surface of his skin.
The 'Metal Element' was immortal.
Regardless of whether it was the Buddhist Golden Body or the Daoist Dharma Body, when cultivated to the extreme, they were all related to the metal attribute.
The trace of metal element in Su Qin's body was enough to prove that Su Qin was on the right path and that he was searching in the right direction.
"Unfortunately, these strands of gold attribute are too little. If I want to attain the level of that golden Buddha in my ancestral aperture, then I have to transform at least a hundred times before there's hope?"
Su Qin rubbed his forehead and sighed.
However, although Su Qin felt a little regretful, he was not depressed. He had enough time now. With a lifespan of a thousand years, even if he improved a little every ten years, it was more than enough.
"My current fighting ability should be comparable to a martial arts legend of the Fourth Heaven, right?"
Su Qin's thoughts fluctuated as his eyes lit up.
Realms were realms.
Killing was killing.
Some martial artists were good at attacking. They were often able to defeat those who were stronger than them and fight those who were stronger than them.
Of course, if the difference in realms is very big, such as a Grade 1 Great Grandmaster fighting against a Grade 3 Martial Artist, even if the Grade 3 Martial Artist is good at attacking, the Grade 1 Great Grandmaster can easily suppress him.
Throughout the world, there are very few martial artists who can defeat those who are stronger than them. Not even one in a million people can do it. Every one of them is blessed by luck and will have extraordinary achievements in the future.
"Now that the transformation of my body is complete, it's time to prepare for the breakthrough to the Fourth Heavenly Layer."
Su Qin's eyes narrowed as he made a decision in his heart.
Originally, he was already at Peak Third Heavenly Layer. The reason why he delayed until now was nothing more than waiting for his body to transform.
Now that he has done it, he naturally has to prepare for the breakthrough.
...
...
At the same time.
Outside the Imperial Palace, inside the Chen Palace.
Prince Son, who was wearing a brocade robe, had a gloomy face.
"Imperial Father has already begun to beat me …"
Prince Son's face was extremely ugly.
Some time ago, Prince Son discovered that some of the Ministers who supported him were transferred away one after another. They were either far away from the Imperial Court or sent to remote areas.
If it was one or two of them, it may be a coincidence, but with more than a dozen of them in a row, if Prince Son still can't react, he would be really stupid.
"Why!"
"Why does Imperial Father like that bastard!!"
Prince Son's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was full of unwillingness.
Even if The Emperor of Tang is an Old Age, he is still the Emperor and the Master of The Empire of Tang. If he wants to suppress a prince, it's just a matter of a thought.
Prince Son even guessed that if it weren't for The Emperor of Tang still holding a trace of father-son affection, he would have been transferred to a remote corner to be an idle prince.
At this moment.
A middle-aged counselor hurried over.
"Your Highness."
"Your Highness."
The counselor walked not far from Prince Son and quickly said: "There is news from Nanming."
"Nanming?"
Prince Son's spirit shook.
"All of you can leave now."
Prince Son glanced at the maids on both sides and lightly said.
"Yes."
Suddenly, only Prince Son and the middle-aged counselor were left in the hall.
"What did Nanming say?"
Prince Son took a deep breath and stared at the counselor.
"Your Highness."
"Ming Emperor has agreed to support Your Highness to sit on the throne."
The middle-aged counselor carefully said.
"Oh?"
Prince Son's face lit up.
What he was most worried about was that Nan Ming would look down on him as a prince.
But now that Ming Emperor has agreed, it's clear that he is ready to bet on him.
"What are the conditions?"
Prince Son calmed himself down and asked.
As the Prince of The Empire of Tang, Prince Son naturally knows that there is no such thing as a free price in this world.
Even relatives can scheme against each other, let alone between two countries.
"Ming Emperor said that after Your Highness ascends to the throne, he needs to send 800,000 sets of armor to Nanming and borrow the Northern Song Dynasty …."
The middle-aged counselor bowed and said.
"800,000 sets of armor?"
Prince Son's face changed.
The Empire of Tang's armor is world-famous. Together with the Meng Yuan Empire's cavalry, they are known as the two major weapons of war. Nanming has been coveting them for who knows how long.
Unfortunately, only The Empire of Tang knows about the craftsmanship of the armor. Even if Nanming gets some armor from the battlefield, it's useless.
Prince Son expected Nanming to want the armor, but he didn't expect the other party to ask for such an exorbitant price.
As for borrowing the Northern Song Dynasty, it doesn't matter.
"Tell Ming Emperor."
"I agree."
Prince Son gritted his teeth and said after thinking for a long time.
As long as he can ascend to the throne, let alone 800,000 sets of armor, even if the price is higher, Prince Son can only agree.
Because he has no choice.
Since he chose the path of fighting for the throne, only by living can he have everything.
"Your Highness."
The middle-aged counselor hesitated and said: "Ming Emperor's means are unfathomable, Your Highness must be careful …."
The middle-aged counselor couldn't help but say.
"I naturally know."
Prince Son slowly got up and paced back and forth a few steps.
"Okay."
"You can go now."
"During this time, don't make any moves."
Prince Son sat back down and looked at the middle-aged counselor and said in a deep voice.
"Yes."
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