Chapter 111: The Royal Family's Fiefdom

  In the temple. Qin Wushuang stood quietly, remaining silent until the Martial Saint spoke.

  At this time, Qin Wushuang's heart was also surging. In his past life and present life, this was the first time he had ever seen such a powerful aura, such a strong pressure.

  Qin Wushuang was confident and capable, but he could clearly feel that there was still a huge gap between him and the Martial Saint.

  At the age of seventeen, with his own strength, he overthrew the powerful Ximen family and defeated the Western Gate magnate, taking the first place in the national martial arts competition. Hehe, in the history of my country, not even the imperial princes have achieved such an outstanding record. Qin Wushuang, you're really something else.

  Martial Saint, you've finally spoken up. Although your tone is one of praise, it still carries that faintly indifferent feeling.

  Qin Wushuang, in front of the great Martial Saint, still knew when to advance and retreat. He calmly said: "Thank you, Great Martial Saint, for your praise. Being able to receive a single word of praise from the Great Martial Saint is enough to bring honor to my ancestors."

  The Martial Saint was stern, but upon hearing this, he couldn't help but crack a smile. He looked up and gazed at Qin Wushuang with his eyes again.

  He suddenly beckoned and signaled Qin Wushuang to come closer.

  Qin Wushuang walked over and respectfully said: "Please instruct me, Saint of Martial Arts."

  The Lord of Martial Arts didn't say a word, but instead pulled out a scroll from the pen holder on the table. He spread it open with his hand, and it turned out to be a map.

  To be exact, it is a map of the ancient Baiyue state.

  All territories, fortresses and cities are clearly marked. Although compared to the maps of previous lives, the accuracy is much worse, but it also looks very intuitive. The Martial Saint smiled faintly and threw a pen to Qin Wushuang.

  "This is a map of Baiyue State, the pen is in your hand, circle it yourself, draw it yourself. Wherever you draw, that's where your fiefdom is."

  The Martial Saint's words were as if they were a matter of course, and it seemed like he was talking about something extremely ordinary. This matter of the imperial edict was as simple as handing out candy in his eyes.

  Qin Wushuang took the pen, but didn't know how to circle or draw. He wasn't disbelieving that Wu Sheng had this power, nor was he doubting that Wu Sheng couldn't fulfill it.

  He was considering how much to encircle and how much to draw. Donglin Qin's family, the ancestors were at most a wealthy family, suddenly jumped to the royal family, a big tree attracts wind, it will inevitably cause not small discussions. If the appetite is too big in terms of territory, it will inevitably make many enemies.

  "Don't worry, under the sky, everything is the king's land, and all the people are the king's subjects. The territory of the Baiyue Kingdom, in the end, still belongs to the emperor of the Baiyue Kingdom. You draw it, whether it's the royal family's land or the four great kingdoms' territories, if they let you have it, that's good; if not, they'll have to let you."

  The tone of the great martial saint has an unyielding majesty that brooks no doubt.

  This is a strong man, an absolute strong man. Since the territory of Baiyue country is under the control of the emperor, why can Wu Sheng still take charge?

  Without a doubt, Your Imperial Majesty, in front of the great Wu Sheng, also has to bow his head and acknowledge allegiance.

  Qin Wushuang nodded and finally started drawing. He didn't draw much, just a circle around the area within 2,000 miles of Mount Taihang, equivalent to the territory of two states.

  Wu Sheng watched Qin Wu Xiang paint, also concentrating on observing. When Qin Wu Xiang finished painting, he was slightly surprised: "Just these?"

  "This is enough. After Qin Wushuang finished painting, his mood also relaxed a lot. The majesty of the Martial Saint was too strong. Under the gaze of the Martial Saint, he finished this circle and was even more exhausted than fighting against Ximen Yu for three parts."

  "The territory of two states is indeed not enough for a royal family. You know, among the four major royal families, each has eight states. With their contributions to the country, they can occupy eight states. At least you can occupy sixteen states." Duke Wu Sheng sighed.

  Suddenly he nodded again: "However, I appreciate you. Young and successful, not arrogant, not impatient, not greedy, not shirking responsibility. This is a virtue that many people who have lived for decades cannot achieve."

  This praise, Qin Wushuang indeed deserved it. He had also thought about it before and after.

  The royal fiefdom, since it is the reward for Wudong's trial, will not be taken by Tian, and instead will bring him calamity. What should be taken will be taken, this is his rightful due, benevolence does not yield.

  But if you gain too much at once, it's easy to give people a greedy feeling. For a newly promoted royal family, it's not a good thing at all. Just take the land of two states and let other royal families feel no sense of crisis. At least everyone can be on the surface without any trouble.

  Moreover, you are a king of a different surname. If you excel in governance beyond kings of the same surname, it's already somewhat incongruous. It will inevitably lead to widespread controversy and push the family to the forefront of criticism, which is not what Qin Wuduo wants to see.

  So after taking all these factors into consideration, Qin Wushuang made this decision.

  Of course, Dashan is definitely included in the territory, and Qin's family has lived in Donglintown for generations. This land of Donglin town must also be included.

  So Qin Wusuo took Mount Taihang as the center and radiated outward for two or three thousand miles, which was considered his fief.

  "Great Master." The voice of Wu Sheng drifted out of the temple, calm and indifferent.

  In no time, the Grandmaster walked in from outside with respect. Before the Saint of Martial Arts, the Grandmaster was extremely cautious, just like the martial children in front of him, every move was very careful, not daring to be out of line.

  "Great Saint of Martial Arts"

  "You still have to go down the mountain. The Martial Saint pointed to the map that had been drawn, "Take this thing to Emperor He and let him settle the problem of returning the territory within ten days. The territory in this circle is considered the territory of a king with a different surname."

  Martial Saint said up to here, and then looked at Qin Wusuo again: "By the way, have you thought of a name for this territory?"

  Qin Wushuang said: "I have never thought about this matter before, so I would like to ask the Martial Saint for a name."

  The Martial Saint laughed and said: "This is simple, let's name it after you. Name it Unparalleled, the Unparalleled King's Territory! And as for you, I'll confer upon you the title of Unparalleled King, what do you think?"

  "Wu Sheng Da Ren Qin Wu Shuang suddenly bowed and said, 'My father is still alive, the matter of receiving a title, I dare not monopolize it. The king's title should be given to my father.'"

  "Oh? Lord Wu Sheng pondered for a moment, nodded, "Alright, father's industry son inherits. When your lord passes away one day, you'll inherit the throne, it's only natural. Alright, then I'll first confer upon you the title of Wú Shuāng Hóu (Unmatched Marquis). However, this way, your father will have to take on another title."

  "Please, Lord Wu Sheng, take charge."

  "Hmm, great sir, the title of King granted to the leader of the Qin clan, let His Majesty the Emperor think about it for a bit. Remember to emphasize that there is a time limit of ten days."

  "Understood by those who belong below"

  "In addition, all material rewards must also be delivered simultaneously. As for the construction of the royal city, wait for the Qin family to discuss and come up with a plan before taking action. All expenses will be borne by the imperial household."

  The great master took the map and left without delay, bowing after turning around and leaving the Wu Sheng Temple.

  Qin Wushuang was very grateful. This Martial Saint was indeed considerate and had thought of everything, almost not needing him to add anything himself.

  But as they say, no pay without work. The higher the reward and the more generous the gift, the greater the expectations for Qin Wushuang will naturally be.

  "That's enough of these mundane matters. Wu Shuang Hou, follow me." The Martial Saint smiled faintly and walked out of the palace.

  In an instant, he brought Qin Wushuang to a garden filled with flowers and brocade. The garden was arranged extremely beautifully, no matter which angle you looked from, it perfectly blended in with the natural way, giving people a sense of limitless vitality and youthful energy.

  The Martial Saint sat calmly on a stone bench and said, "I heard from the Great Honored One that you have an extraordinary talent in martial arts. Now, you have some doubts, don't you?"

  "If I can be enlightened by the great martial saint, I would be eternally grateful"

  The Martial Saint waved his hand: "No need to be like this, the path of martial arts has its order. I'm just a few years older than you, and it's only natural for me to guide my juniors."

  After finishing speaking, a hint of sadness flowed out from his eyes: "Qin Wushuang, do you know how long I've been staying on this Wu Sheng Mountain?"

  "How long?" Qin Wushuang couldn't help but ask.

  "In the mouth of the great martial saint for 120 years, suddenly filled with a sense of vicissitudes, as if it was a sigh to the passing years, a kind of helplessness."

  "For one hundred and twenty years, I have hoped every day that on Mount Wudang, there would be a young man who could let me guide him, let me instruct him. But, things went against my wishes. Until today, I finally got this opportunity."

  Qin Wushuang's heart skipped a beat. One hundred and twenty years? Could it be that in the past one hundred and twenty years, not a single person had been able to enter Wu Sheng's eyes?

  "Don't be surprised, it's been a full 120 years. The flowers on Mount Wusheng have bloomed and withered, withered and bloomed again, and there have been many passing guests during this time, but ultimately not one person has entered my sight. Those so-called geniuses who were touted as the pride of heaven in the secular world, when they came to Mount Wusheng, were still just a timid quail after all. What I need is not a disciple,"

  Qin Wushuang suddenly raised his head, and in the eyes of the Martial Saint, there was a strong sense of expectation. The gaze shot out with intense meaning, every inch of which was filled with love for talent.

  Qin Wushuang's heart skipped a beat, what did the Martial Saint mean?

  The Martial Saint slowly nodded: "What I need is a successor! One who can take charge of the Martial Sacred Mountain within the next 150 years, protect my country of Baiyue, support my country's Jiang Letian and Sheji altar, and ensure the safety of my billions of citizens!"

  Qin Wushuang only felt dry mouth and tongue. The olive branch of the Martial Saint had already been thrown out. But he didn't understand, since the Martial Saint was obviously a pre-heavenly strong person, a spiritual martial arts strong person, why would he want him, a post-heavenly peak person, to be his successor?

  Isn't there something called spiritual affinity? Does the Martial Saint not need to go through this process at all? Or perhaps he has a special ability to determine whether I possess spiritual affinity or not?

  All sorts of doubts filled his chest, making Qin Wushuang dare not open it lightly for a while.

  In charge of Wu Sheng Mountain, this is something that has never been thought of in the past. But to protect my country of Baiyue, to support my country of Baiyue's rivers and mountains, to bless my country of Baiyue's hundreds of millions of people to live safely, this heavy burden, Qin Wushuang had never considered that he would take it upon himself.

  It's too sudden, it's too abrupt.

  Warriors of the Star River, after a day of fierce battle, the "Blade" character has finally been forged. Haha, now it's your turn to fight! I'll be back tomorrow, refreshed and ready for more. If you want to know what happens next...