I created Qin Tianjian in modern times

“Blood corpse…” Zhao Qi muttered to himself, his fingers gently swiping across the sand table, “Since Wu Hanjiang can use the blood corpse to threaten me, I can also use this to fight back against him.”

There was a gleam in his eyes, and he seemed to have a bold plan.

He turned around and walked back to the center of the hall, looking up and laughing: "Wu Hanjiang, Wu Hanjiang, do you think you have everything under control? Humph, then let's see who has the better skills!"

The laughter echoed in the hall for a long time. Zhao Qi knew that this struggle had just begun, and there was a deeper conspiracy behind it.

Deep in the royal palace of Zhuzi State, the door of the imperial study was tightly closed, but even so, it was difficult to block out the anxious footsteps of King Zhu Qingyang.

He paced back and forth, each step heavily on the thick carpet, as if venting his inner irritation.

The servants lowered their heads and held their breath, fearing that they would accidentally anger the worried king.

"Bloody zombies are surrounding us...what should we do?" Zhu Qingyang muttered to himself, his brows furrowed as if he could pinch a fly to death.

The servant beside him raised his head cautiously, wanting to say something comforting, but didn't know where to start.

After all, the horrific legend of the blood corpse was widely circulated throughout the Zhuzi Kingdom, and no one knew how to deal with this sudden disaster.

Zhu Qingyang suddenly stopped and turned to look at the attendant, with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes: "What do you think we should do?"

The attendant was stunned by the question and complained in his heart. He was just a small attendant, how could he know how to deal with such a big thing?
But the king's eyes were like torches, so he could only bite the bullet and answer: "Your Majesty, I... I think that perhaps we can ask the leader of the Qitian Sect, Zhao Qi, to come and help..."

"Qitian Sect?" Zhu Qingyang's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, "Yes, Sect Master Zhao Qi is a master of cultivation, he will definitely be able to help us solve this problem!"

However, Zhu Qingyang's anxiety did not decrease much. He kept pacing in the study, sometimes looking at the dim sky outside the window, and sometimes clenching his hands, as if looking for a trace of strength.

"Qi Tian Sect... Sect Master Zhao Qi... you must come!" Zhu Qingyang prayed silently in his heart.

Zhu Qingyang stood in the center of the palace hall of Zhuzi Kingdom, his brows furrowed, looking as if he was troubled by something.

The crisis of the blood corpse siege was like a huge rock pressing on his heart, making him almost unable to breathe. He knew that Zhu Ziguo's power alone could not resist those evil creatures.

"Herald!" Zhu Qingyang suddenly shouted loudly, and his voice echoed in the hall.

A uniformed herald trotted over from the corner and looked at the king nervously: "Your Majesty, what do you want?"

Zhu Qingyang took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm and firm: "You should go to Qi Tian Sect immediately and ask Sect Master Zhao Qi to come to the palace to discuss matters."

The herald was stunned, obviously not expecting the king to suddenly give such an order. But he quickly came to his senses and nodded solemnly: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave. But Zhu Qingyang suddenly stopped him again: "Wait!"

The herald officer turned around in confusion, only to see Zhu Qingyang taking off a golden token from his waist and handing it to him: "Take my token, so that Sect Master Zhao Qi will pay more attention to this matter."

The herald took the token, and a trace of awe flashed in his eyes. He knew very well that this token represented the king's highest order and also represented the highest honor of Zhuzi Kingdom.

He carefully put the token into his arms, then saluted Zhu Qingyang: "Your Majesty, rest assured, I will definitely fulfill my mission!"

After saying that, he turned around and strode out of the hall. Zhu Qingyang watched his back disappear outside the door, silently praying in his heart that Master Zhao Qi would be able to help. He knew that this was the last hope of Zhu Ziguo.

However, the mission of the messenger was not easy. Qitian Sect was located on a mountain peak of Taihao Star, a thousand miles away from Zhuzi State.

He had to ride a fast horse and rush to Qi Tian Zong day and night.

Along the way, he encountered countless difficulties and challenges, sometimes rugged mountain roads, sometimes ferocious beasts, and sometimes even bad weather.

But the herald kept moving forward, with only one belief in his heart: he must convey the king's order to Master Zhao Qi!
Finally, after countless hardships, the herald finally arrived at the mountain gate of Qi Tian Zong. He climbed up the mountain exhausted and came to the main hall of Qi Tian Zong.

At this time, Sect Master Zhao Qi was practicing in seclusion in the main hall, but when he heard the arrival of the messenger, he immediately stopped practicing and came out to greet him in person.

Upon seeing this, the herald officer immediately knelt down and saluted: "Greetings, Sect Master Zhao Qi!"

Sect Master Zhao Qi smiled and helped him up: "No need to be polite, get up and talk."

The herald stood up and handed the king's order and the golden token to Sect Leader Zhao Qi.

The messenger told the leader Zhao Qi in detail about the crisis that Zhu Ziguo was facing. After listening, the leader Zhao Qi fell into deep thought.

He knew what this crisis meant to Zhu Ziguo, and he also knew what responsibilities he should shoulder as a cultivator.

Zhu Qingyang stood at the gate of the palace, waiting anxiously. He looked into the distance from time to time, secretly praying that Master Zhao Qi would arrive soon.

At this moment, a streak of light suddenly streaked across the sky and flew straight towards the palace. Zhu Qingyang's eyes lit up, knowing that reinforcements from the Qitian Sect had arrived.

Sure enough, after a while, the stream of light fell at the entrance of the hall, revealing the figure of Sect Master Zhao Qi.

He was dressed in a white robe, had an elegant temperament and a smile on his face, as if everything was under control.

"Lord Zhu, how are you?" Zhao Qi bowed to Zhu Qingyang.

Zhu Qingyang quickly returned the greeting and said excitedly: "Sect Master Zhao, you are finally here! I have been looking forward to seeing you for a long time, and finally you are here!"

Zhao Qi smiled slightly and said, "Lord Zhu, you are too kind. Your country has suffered such a disaster. How can our Qi Tian Sect sit idly by and watch?"

After the two exchanged a few pleasantries, Zhu Qingyang couldn't wait to invite Zhao Qi into the hall and take a seat.

While leading the way, he introduced to Zhao Qi the situation of the royal palace and the serious situation of the siege by the blood corpses.

"Master Zhao, you don't know, those bloody corpses are just like crazy, they pounce on and bite living people when they see them. We have already lost a lot of soldiers and civilians." Zhu Qingyang said worriedly.

Zhao Qi frowned after hearing this and said in a deep voice: "These blood corpses are so rampant, it is really unforgivable!"

As they talked, they came to the main hall. Zhu Qingyang invited Zhao Qi to take a seat, and then ordered people to serve fragrant tea and snacks.

Zhao Qi took a sip of the teacup, then put it down and said, "Lord Zhu, I think we should discuss how to deal with this crisis first." Zhu Qingyang nodded, and the two began to discuss countermeasures. However, at this moment, there was a sudden noise outside. Zhu Qingyang's face changed, and he quickly sent someone out to check the situation.

After a while, a guard rushed in and reported: "My Lord, it's bad! Those blood corpses are attacking again!"

Zhu Qingyang was shocked when he heard this and stood up quickly. However, Zhao Qi waved his hand to signal him to be patient, and then said: "Master Zhu, don't panic. Now that I am here, I will never let those blood corpses succeed."

After saying that, he stood up and strode out of the hall. Zhu Qingyang hurriedly followed him, and the two of them came to the city wall together.

At this time, a large number of blood corpses had gathered under the city wall, roaring and screaming as they tried to climb up the city wall. The soldiers defending the city fought hard, but there were so many blood corpses that the situation was very critical.

Zhao Qi glanced at the blood corpses under the city, then sneered and said, "How dare a mere blood corpse be so arrogant? Let me see how I deal with them!"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and grabbed in mid-air. A golden light flashed, and a golden sword appeared in his hand. He jumped up with the sword in hand and chopped at the blood corpses.

A golden sword energy cut through the sky, instantly chopping the blood corpses in half. The remaining blood corpses retreated one after another, not daring to move forward easily.

Zhu Qingyang was overjoyed when he saw this, and quickly ordered his soldiers to take advantage of the opportunity to launch an attack. With the help of Zhao Qi, the soldiers defending the city quickly repelled the blood corpse.

After the battle, Zhao Qi landed gracefully and put away the golden sword in his hand.

He dusted off his hands, then turned to Zhu Qingyang and said, "Lord Zhu, although these blood corpses are ferocious, they are not invincible. As long as we work together, we will be able to overcome this difficulty."

After hearing this, Zhu Qingyang nodded repeatedly, his admiration for Zhao Qi being beyond words.

Zhao Qi sat in the main hall with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was resting, but in fact, he was going through a fierce struggle in his heart.

Zhu Qingyang's pleading seemed to still echo in his ears. The tone that was a mixture of anxiety, helplessness and expectation made Zhao Qi feel an unprecedented pressure.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to help Zhu Ziguo. After all, a cultivator should take the world as his responsibility.

But the blood corpse siege this time was obviously not an ordinary crisis. From Zhu Qingyang's description, Zhao Qi could feel a gloomy and powerful force controlling everything behind the scenes.

What worries him even more is that this crisis may just be the beginning and there may be a deeper conspiracy behind it.

"Master, what should we do?" A voice sounded in Zhao Qi's mind. It was his own voice, full of doubt and uneasiness.

Zhao Qi took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. His gaze became firm and deep, as if he had made an important decision.

However, just as he was about to speak, a sudden thought made him fall into deep thought again.

"If I help this time, what about next time? Does my Qi Tian Sect have to clean up the mess every time there is a crisis?" Zhao Qi thought to himself. This question gave him a headache.

He closed his eyes again and clasped his hands together, as if praying to heaven and earth for an answer. However, heaven and earth were silent, and only the sound of his inner struggle became louder and louder.

At this moment, a funny idea suddenly flashed through Zhao Qi's mind: "How great it would be if I could solve all problems with a wave of my hand like the gods in mythology!" He couldn't help laughing out loud. This absurd idea actually relaxed his tense nerves a little.

The laughter echoed in the hall, making the originally tense atmosphere a little awkward. Zhu Qingyang and the attendants were stunned, looking at Zhao Qi in confusion. Zhao Qi waved his hand, signaling them not to panic.

Zhu Qingyang was secretly anxious when he saw Zhao Qi fell into deep thought.

He knew that the leader of the Qitian Sect was the key to their Zhuzi Kingdom's survival in this crisis. In order to express his sincerity and to impress Zhao Qi, Zhu Qingyang decided to give him a generous gift.

"Servant, go and get the gifts I prepared." Zhu Qingyang ordered in a deep voice.

After a while, several servants came in carefully carrying a huge wooden box.

The wooden box was inlaid with gold edges, which made it look noble and mysterious. Everyone's eyes were attracted to it, and they all guessed what treasure was inside.

Zhu Qingyang personally stepped forward and slowly opened the wooden box. As the lid of the box opened, a dazzling light burst out from the box, making people squint.

When the light faded, everyone looked closely and found that the box was filled with gold, silver, treasures and rare elixirs!

"Master Zhao, this is a small gift from me. Please accept it." Zhu Qingyang said sincerely.

Zhao Qi looked at the generous gift in front of him, but he did not feel too much joy in his heart. On the contrary, he felt a heavy pressure.

This gift is not only a treasure, but also an expectation and responsibility. He knows that if he accepts this gift, it means that he must take on the responsibility of protecting Zhuzi State.

"Your Majesty, this gift is too precious, I..." Zhao Qi said hesitantly.

"Master Zhao, you are the hope of our Zhuzi Kingdom. Only you can help us overcome this crisis. Please be sure to accept this gift. It is a small token of our gratitude to you from me and the people of Zhuzi Kingdom." Zhu Qingyang interrupted Zhao Qi and said anxiously.

Zhao Qi took a deep breath. He knew he couldn't shirk this responsibility.

He nodded slowly and said, "Okay, I accept this gift. But please rest assured, Your Majesty, I am not helping you for these treasures, but out of my responsibility as a cultivator."

Hearing Zhao Qi's promise, Zhu Qingyang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Zhao Qi gratefully, as if he saw the hope for the future of Zhu Ziguo.

Zhao Qi secretly made a vow in his heart: no matter what, he would do his best to protect the safety of Zhu Ziguo and the people!

However, just when everyone thought that the matter had been settled, a sudden voice broke the calm atmosphere.

"Oh my, what a generous gesture! But, Sect Master Zhao, you have to be careful. This gift is not so easy to get!" A teasing voice sounded at the door of the hall.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man dressed in the clothing of the Xiaoyao Immortal Sect walking in.

He was holding a folding fan and had a cynical smile on his face. He was Bai Yifei, an inner disciple of the Xiaoyao Immortal Sect!

"Bai Yifei? What are you doing here?" Zhu Qingyang asked vigilantly.

"Hey, Your Majesty, please don't misunderstand me." (End of this chapter)