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Gazing at the refined middle-aged man seated cross-legged in midair, Chu Dingqian voiced his ultimate request.

This was his longstanding goal, to find a True Martial Realm martial king who would station themselves in the Daqian Empire for five hundred years, ensuring five centuries of peace for the Qian Dynasty.

Chu Dingqian had less than fifty years left to live, and even if he wished to cultivate a Devil Fetus, it would require over fifty years. He no longer had enough time and was forced to choose among lesser cultivators.

Should he survive into his third life, he would need to consider security issues, how to keep living. If nothing unexpected occurred, he was confident he could reach the True Martial Realm within three hundred years.

During this period, Chu Dingqian hoped that the Daqian Empire would continue to prosper in peace, maintaining its six provinces would suffice. That way, he would have a safe environment to grow in.

However, finding a True Martial Realm martial king to help the Daqian was extremely difficult, let alone one willing to commit five hundred years. After all, such kings only lived for two thousand years.

Although he knew it was difficult, Chu Dingqian didn’t want to give up, for if he did, his hard-built Qian Dynasty would fall apart, and his own reincarnation would lack any guarantee of safety.

Even if a great price must be paid, Chu Dingqian thought it worthwhile. As long as he could live into his third life and cultivate to the True Martial Realm, all of this would be trivial. He could reclaim everything and own it all once again.

“Stationed for five hundred years?” Han Li spoke in surprise.

Chu Dingqian dared to make such a bold request. Five hundred years would consume a quarter of a True Martial Realm’s lifespan—who would be willing to commit so much time to the Qian Dynasty?

Normally, it takes about six hundred years for a cultivator with Third Grade talent to progress to the True Martial Realm and between six hundred to under a thousand years for those with Fourth Grade or lesser talent. Cultivators from the Myriad Phenomena Realm can only live for a thousand years.

If one comes across various fortunes along the path of cultivation, this time frame could be significantly reduced, with specifics varying from person to person.

Considering a lifespan of six hundred years, a cultivator who breaks through to the True Martial Realm has another one thousand four hundred years to live—who would be willing to bind five hundred of those to the Qian Dynasty?

This entails a significant risk. During this time, one must cope with forces like the Yinyang Sect, Kurong Sect, Fengbo Pavilion, and the Da Jing Empire. Over five centuries, it’s very likely that other troubles would arise, all requiring resolution to assure the Qian Dynasty’s survival.

Chu Dingqian nodded firmly and said, “Yes, exactly five hundred years.”

“Are you trying to secure growth time for a future True Martial Realm ruler of the Daqian Empire?” Han Li frowned and inquired.

Chu Dingqian feigned hesitation before nodding. “That is my intention. The Daqian Empire was founded through the arduous efforts of my ancestors to build what we have today—I can’t let it be destroyed on my watch.”

While it was Chu Dingqian seeking time for himself, he certainly couldn’t say that. Li Feiyu, with his unclear origins, could not be fully trusted. Chu Dingqian dared not even mention a specific time frame—after all, the longer the better.

This was also a smokescreen for the outside world. When he returned from body snatching, the world would only believe a new True Martial Realm king had emerged in the Qian Dynasty, none wiser to Chu Dingqian’s third life.

Han Li narrowed his eyes, choosing to remain silent for the moment.

The conditions set by Chu Zhenxiong were difficult for others, mainly due to the five hundred-year commitment. But to Han Li, it was not much. He was, after all, from the Qian Dynasty and needed its stability, allowing Han Mansion and himself to continue developing discreetly.

For him, five hundred years were unnecessary; with only a hundred or even fifty years, he could ascend to the Divine Yuan Realm. Five hundred years would be enough to cultivate to the Tongxuan Realm.

He only needed to create a front to safeguard the Qian Dynasty. Once Chu Zhenxiong died, the empire would be his to manipulate at will, free from anyone within the empire who could check his power.

By then, he would need to ensure the Qian Dynasty’s stable existence even more, functioning as a protective umbrella for Han Mansion, allowing it to prosper quickly under the empire’s protection.

Before Chu Zhenxiong’s death, external pressures on the Qian would be handled by them both. Once Chu Zhenxiong perished, all such pressures would fall upon Li Feiyu, the alias Han Li would be using.

However, Han Li had confidence in himself. Before Chu Zhenxiong’s death, he would reach the Divine Yuan Realm; at the very least, he would possess Divine Yuan combat potential. By that time, unless those Sacred Lands and Divine Yuan Realm Powers personally intervened, safeguarding the Daqian Empire would be more than manageable.

For the Qian Dynasty’s six state borders, other powers would certainly weigh whether it was worth offending a powerful True Martial Realm Emperor Wu.

Seeing Li Feiyu holding back, Chu Dingqian grew anxious. A strong True Martial Realm cultivator had appeared, and he could not let this opportunity slip by.

“Friend Li, you are free to make any demands. As long as Chu can fulfill them, I will do my utmost to satisfy your needs,” Chu Dingqian immediately said.

He knew that securing a True Martial Realm Emperor Wu to oversee the Daqian for five hundred years was incredibly difficult, but Chu Dingqian refused to give up. He was prepared to pay any price to secure Li Feiyu.

Speaking of the immediate concern, it was about whether he could safely grow into the True Martial Realm in his third life. Looking at the bigger picture, it was about whether he could cultivate to the Tongxuan Realm in the future and challenge the Four Great Sacred Lands.

Han Li’s right hand rhythmically tapped on the jade desk, yet he did not voice any terms. He wanted to wear down Chu Zhenxiong’s resolve.

If he set forth those conditions now, Chu Zhenxiong might refuse. But if he were to wear the man down, Chu Zhenxiong’s mindset and lower limits would gradually diminish. It would then be ideal to offer the conditions later.

As time ticked by, Chu Dingqian’s heart grew increasingly anxious. He did not know whether Li Feiyu was truly contemplating or deliberately leaving him hanging, yet Chu Dingqian had little recourse.