Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation Chapter 485: The Horror of Cultivating the Heart

A huge statue of the Great Qin Nation’s founding emperor stood in the vast drill ground of the Great Qin Nation’s Royal Palace. The statue was a thousand meters tall and looked very grand.

The founding emperor—Ying Zheng—pointed the Grand Imperial Spear in his hands ferociously towards the sky, evoking an overwhelming aura.

[TL note: Ying Zheng is also the real name of the founding emperor of China’s Qin Dynasty—Qin Shihuang.]

Xiao Chen stood on the head of the statue. A complicated expression appeared on his face. It was unknown what he was thinking about.

It was unknown when Xiao Chen acquired the habit of standing at high places, when he had gotten used to standing at the summit.

That habit gave Xiao Chen the strength to stand at the peak. However, several doubts surfaced at this moment.

Xiao Chen held a wooden sculpture in his hand. The girl depicted by the wooden sculpture had a faint smile. She looked very pretty and wore a red bra; she looked like a little girl.

This girl was First Princess Ying Ye. However, the perky areas on her chest had been rubbed flat by something. A great sculpture ruined just like that.

Xiao Chen faintly recalled that many years ago in the Heavenly Saber Pavilion, he had had to make a sculpture for Ying Yue every month, because he had offended her. Furthermore, her attire and expressions had to be different every time. He could not be lazy or skimp on it.

During that time, even though Xiao Chen cultivated very hard, he still took out time to complete this difficult task.

Xiao Chen had produced about ten sculptures, each one significantly better than this one. However, for some reason Ying Yue favored this one.

The sculpture lay flat on Xiao Chen’s palm. He could easily crush it with a thought.

A vague confusion appeared in his resolute eyes. He felt some disturbance in his mind, as if he had forgotten something very important.

A figure flashed in the distance and quickly flew over. Xiao Chen’s pupils constricted and became grave and stern once again. Then, he quickly hid the wooden s

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