There will be no particularly many seven-level practitioners in any palace.

There are too many masters like the Seventh Realm, which is also a great threat to the safety of the emperors in the palace.

However, there are not too few practitioners in the palace with seventh level and those below the seventh level. Many practitioners even practice in the palace all their lives. Although the level of practice is extremely high, the outside world does not know its existence at all.

Based on the experience of each dynasty and generation, a certain number of practitioners are enough to resist the assassination of foreign enemies and delay enough time to allow the army to arrive.

In the palace built on the mountain, Donghu, based on the experience of various dynasties, a group of practitioners of a sect called "Tanishism" can receive generous gifts second only to the emperor throughout their lives, and receive any practice requirements that Donghu can give. The value of their existence is to protect the safety of the palace and assassinate the leader of the rebel army in the Donghu territory.

No one could have imagined that there was a cultivator who could enter the palace from the palace master without any concealment and rush into the palace to the emperor, kill him directly, and then knock him to death and leave the palace.

"That was the ascetic from the sacred mountain."

A monk wearing a dark purple monk's robe and a golden crown looked at the old monk who left with a wooden stick, shocked to the point of being unimportant.

He arrived at the last moment, and even most practitioners in this palace could not feel the c◇ and knew when he would arrive.

However, seeing the wooden stick handed out by the old monk, he knew that he could not stop the old monk.

"He is the master of my sect in the legend."

When the monk spoke, a ragged ascetic cultivator also came to him, looked at the back of the old monk, nodded slowly, then he stood up seriously, bowed to the old monk with great respect, and continued: "When he went to Changling in the past, his cultivation level was already difficult to guess, but it was not so terrible. I thought he was back and would die in the sacred mountain, but he did not expect that his cultivation would improve instead."

"Dharma King!"

"The Great Sun Wheel Dharma King."

"Dharma King Ananda."

When the monk and ascetics appeared one after another, many awe sounded in the palace, and most of them knelt on the ground to show their piety.

When the Donghu emperor died, the monk and ascetics became the highest-ranking figure in the palace.

"Why did he do this?" The monk wearing a golden crown looked at the disappearance of the old monk, his lips trembling slightly.

"There is no need to understand why he did this. The key is that he did it." The ragged ascetic sighed, "After all, he has not reached the eighth realm and cannot fight the country with one person's strength. But the fact that he can do this directly is that he has absolute confidence and that we, Donghu, have countless practitioners who are willing to die for Donghu, but not many practitioners who are willing to die for Yelu Zhen."

The monk wearing a golden crown thought of his own stopping his actions at the last moment, and was silent for a moment, then turned his head and looked at the ascetic, "Ananda, what do you think we should do?"

The ascetic said without hesitation: "He said we should have a good relationship with the Wu family, so we should have a good relationship with the Wu family."

The monk wearing a golden crown thought for a while and said, "Yelu Canglang is the general in Wushi, let him come back."

The ascetic nodded and said, "Okay."

The monk wearing a golden crown had a slightly loose face.

He looked at the corpses all over the mountain road, with blood flowing, and his eyes were filled with unbearableness, but he sighed at the same time, and became more and more respectful to the old monk in his heart. He admitted that in order to achieve such a goal and such direct means, the fewest people died.

...

When the monk and the ascetics reached a unified opinion and looked at the old monk with relief, Ding Ning sat in the tent of the empress dowager Wu's kingdom, watching the sound of wind and snow that smashed the ground like heavy lead.

"If there is no accident, the Donghu will soon form an alliance with the U family."

He slowly said to the old woman sitting on the thick blanket behind him, "The biggest restriction on Wu's family is only military rations and talismans."

The old woman was slightly stunned, smiled bitterly, and said, "I guess she has discovered that she has been restricting her rations in the past few days."

“No need to save food anymore.”

Ding Ning shook his head and said, "What is lost in the food and food festival is morale and confidence in victory, especially after many people died in this battle and migrated here from afar. After the snow melt, military rations and talismans are not a problem."

"Sir, do you mean Donghu?"

The old woman didn't understand.

Even though the situation in Donghu can be safe before, the military rations of Donghu are not rich in itself. What is more important is that Ding Ning also mentioned the talisman.

In addition to some celestial irons and meteorites, the Wu family rarely produces minerals that make talismans. The same is true for Donghu. Even though he obtained some talismans from the Qin army during the previous war, most of them were discarded during the retreat.

It is naturally impossible to obtain enough talismans to equip the army with war. In addition to minerals, normal means must also be made of talismans, and there must also be practitioners and craftsmen who know how to make talismans.

"Winter has passed until this year, and after the spring snow melts next year, Chu will open the border trade with you and Donghu." Ding Ning looked at the old woman and said calmly.

The old woman fell into a shock that was hard to describe in words.

She was even so shocked that she couldn't speak.

"Most military rations will not come from Donghu, but will be transported to Wushi for free."

Ding Ning looked at her shockedly and continued, "Chu Hui provides some mineral deposits for making talismans, as well as craftsmen."

The old woman finally calmed down and pondered for a moment, saying, "But the situation in Chu is not stable. With such a big fanfare, even Concubine Zhao will be unable to control it."

Ding Ning shook his head again and said, "Chu will not pay unconditionally. The money provided by these things will come from Qin."

The old woman was stunned again and subconsciously said, "Bashan Sword Field?"

Ding Ning glanced at her and said, "It's not just Bashan Sword Field."

The old woman was naturally not an ordinary person who could firmly control power in her hands in the Wu family. She just took a deep breath and completely figured it out, saying, "The old powerful."

Ding Ning didn't say anything anymore.

No denial means default.

The old powerful people in Changling were the real rulers and had amazing wealth. To this day, all the old powerful people in Changling have declined. Even the strong man who was the world's night owl was just a shameful hero.

However, when the huge old powerful families died one after another, most of the wealth was still a mystery.

Among all the old powerful families, the two families are recognized as the greatest wealth, the Lu family and the Gongsun family.
Chapter completed!