Inside the Martial Saint Palace, Qin Wushuang stood quietly. Before Martial Saint decided to speak, he would remain silent.

However, inwardly, Qin Wushuang was in turmoil. Regardless of the former or the present world, it was the first time where he had encountered such a strong temperament and power.

Although Qin Wushuang was very confident and outstanding, he could vividly feel a gulf existed between him and Martial Saint.

"Seventeen years old, with your power alone, you won against the Wealthy Xu and forced the Xi Men Feudal Lords into a compromise. You acquired first place in the national martial arts student exam. Haha, in the history of the Bai Yue Country, not even offspring of the Royal families have achieved such alluring result. Qin Wushuang, you are exceptional.”

Finally, the Martial Saint had opened his mouth to speak. Although he praised him, his tone retained that same feeling of lightness.

Before the Martial Saint, Qin Wushuang knew his position as he said leisurely: “Thank you for your compliments. It is enough for me to bring glory to my ancestors when I received one of your compliments.”

Although Martial Saint was serious, he could not help but smile when he heard him. His view of Qin Wushuang was raised by a little bit more.

Suddenly, he waved his hand and motioned Qin Wushuang to walk closer.

Qin Wushuang walked over and said respectfully: “Please instruct me.”

The Martial Saint did not speak but pulled out a scroll from the pen container on the desk. He spread it out. It was a map.

To put it precisely, it was a map of the Bai Yue Country.

All the Territories, strongholds, cities were clearly marked. Although the accuracy could not be compared to the map from his former world, it did look straightforward and precise.

With a light smile, the Martial Saint threw Qin Wushuang a pencil.

“This is the map of the Bai Yue Country. You have the pencil; you will circle and draw it. Wherever you draw it, that will be your feudal fiefdom.”

When the Martial Saint said these words, it sounded right and proper as if he was talking about a simple matter. It seemed that in his eyes, giving away a feudal fiefdom was like giving away candy.

Qin Wushuang took the pencil, but he did not know how to draw it. It was not because he doubts whether Martial Saint had this authority nor was he suspicious of him keeping the promise.

He was thinking how much he should circle and draw. From the ancestor's time, the Eastwood Qin had only achieved the highest position of the Wealthy Class. Surely, when they became a Royal family, they would be like the tall trees that would attract a significant amount of comments. If their fiefdom were too big, surely they would make a lot of enemies.

"There is no need to feel apprehensive. Under the sky, it's all Royal land. On this soil, it’s all the Emperor’s citizens. In the end, the land of the Bai Yue Country belongs to the Emperor. Just draw it. Regardless of the land controlled by the Royal family or the Four Royal Territories, wherever you draw, they would just have to let it go. They must do it even if they are unwilling.”

The tone of the Martial Saint had a trace of unquestionable prestige.

This was a mighty warrior, an absolute warrior. How come the Martial Saint could make the decision even when all the land belonged to the Emperor?

Without a doubt, before the Martial Saint, the Emperor also needed to bow before him.

Qin Wushuang nodded and finally, he drew. He didn't draw much and only circled two thousand miles near the Great Cang Mountains. It was equivalent to two County territories.

The Martial Saint also observed when he watched Qin Wushuang drew. After he had finished, he became somewhat stunned: "Just these?"

“This is enough.” After Qin Wushuang had finished drawing, his mood became much more relaxed. The power from the Martial Saint was too strong. Under his gaze, he felt much more tired than when he had fought with Xi Men Yu after he drew the circle.

“To a Royal family, two Counties worth of territory is not enough. You know, among the four great Royal families, each of them have eight counties. With their contribution to the country, they could take eight counties. And you could at least take sixteen.” Martial Saint sighed.

Suddenly, he nodded: “But, I admire you. As a young man who has accomplished success, you are not proud or arrogant nor are you are greedy and yielding. This is the morality that those who have lived a few decades do not even have.”

Qin Wushuang did take this compliments without any reservation. After all, he did think a lot about this matter.

Since the royal fiefdom was the reward for the martial arts student exam, he would fall into a disaster if he did not take it. It was what he deserved, and of course, he would not let it go.

However, if you took too much at one time, people would think you were greedy. To a newly Royal family, it would not be a good thing. Since he only took two counties worth of land, the other Royal families would not feel threatened. At least, everyone could appear peaceful on the surface.

And being a Royal ruler with a different surname, you would already stand out if your territory were bigger than the other Royal rulers. Surely, it would cause a significant amount disputes and push the family into the heart of a struggle. Qin Wushuang would not want such a thing at all.

Thus, after considering many factors, Qin Wushuang finally made this decision.

Of course, the Great Cang Mountains must be part of his territory. And since the Qin had lived at Eastwood Town for generations, he must also include this land.

Overall, Qin Wushuang used the Great Cang Mountain as the center and circled the two or three miles of area around it as his feudal fiefdom.

“Great Honored Warrior.” Martial Saint’s voice carried far outside of the palace.

Soon, the Great Honored Warrior respectfully entered the room. While facing the Martial Saint, the Great Honored Warrior acted very carefully like the martial arts students who had done the same before him. All his movements were made with care as he would not dare to act out of his way.

“Martial Saint,” The Great Honored Warrior said respectfully.

“You have to go down the mountain again.” Martian Saint pointed to that newly drawn map, “Bring this thing to the Emperor of the He family. Instruct him to finish resolving the problem of the feudal fiefdom within ten days. The land within this circle will be the feudal fiefdom for this new Royal family.”

When Martial Saint said here, he glanced at Qin Wushuang again: “By the way, have you decided what to name your land?”

Qin Wushuang said: “I have never thought about this. Please bestow a name for me.”

Martial Saint laughed: "This is easy. Just call it by your name. It will be Wushuang, Wushuang Territory! And for yourself, you will be crowned King Wushuang. How about it?”

“Martial Saint.” Suddenly, Qin Wushuang bowed: “My father is still here. I wouldn’t dare to take away this prestige from him. Please give my father the title of King.”

"Oh?" After a moment of thinking, the Martial Saint nodded: "Sure, the son will take after the father. In the future, you will inherit the King's name after he has passed away. It's natural and proper. Ok, you will be bestowed the title of Marquis Wushuang first. But this way, your father needs another title.”

“Please be in charge of it.”

“Ok, Great Honored Warrior. Let the Emperor spend some time to think about the title of the Patriarch of the Qin. Remember to emphasize, ten days."

“I understand.”

“Besides, all the remaining material rewards must also arrive at the same time. As for building the Royal Wall, it will start after the Qin family have discussed and given their blueprint. The Royal family will cover all expenses.”

“Yes.”

The Great Honored Warrior put away the map. Without stopping, he turned to leave the Martial Saint Palace after a bow.

Qin Wushuang felt deep appreciation toward the Martial Saint. He had considered everything, and there was no need for him to add anything else.

However, there was the so-called not getting a reward if it's not deserved. When the awards became richer, at the same time, surely more expectation was put on Qin Wushuang.

“Ok, these secular matters are done with. Marquis Wushuang, come with me." The Martial Saint smiled lightly and walked out of the Palace.

In a moment, he brought Qin Wushuang to a flourishing garden. This garden was elegantly arranged. Regardless of which angle you looked at it, it blended entirely with the natural scenery and emitted a feeling of unlimited vitality.

The Martial Saint casually sat on one of the stone benches and said: "I heard from the Great Honored Warrior that you are very talented in martial arts. Now, you have some questions, right?"

"I would sincerely appreciate it if I could receive some guidance."

The Martial Saint waved his hand: “No need for that. On martial arts training, there is an order. I am only wiser because I am older than you. It’s something I should do carry the young people.”

After he spoke, traces of sadness flowed from his eyes: “Qin Wushuang, do you know how long I have stayed on this Martial Saint Mountain?”

“How long?” Qin Wushuang could not help to ask.

“One hundred and twenty years.” Suddenly, the Martial Saint’s tone was filled with a feeling of weariness of a life long lived. It seems like a long and helpless sigh to the time that had passed.

“In these one hundred and twenty years, every day, I hoped that on the Martial Saint Mountain, I could teach, and guide a young man… But, things did not turn out as I wished. Until today, I finally got this opportunity.”

Inwardly, Qin Wushuang was stunned. One hundred and twenty years? Could it be that in the past one hundred and twenty years, not one person was qualified enough for the Martial Saint?

"No need to be surprised, it was a full one hundred and twenty years. Flowers decayed and bloomed again in the Martial Saint Mountain. Although there were many visitors, in the end, I did not acknowledge anyone. When those so-called sons of the Gods in the secular world came to the mountain, in the end, they were only a quail trembling in fear. What I need, is not a disciple…”

Qin Wushuang suddenly raised his head. A strong expectation was visible in the Martial Saint's eyes. Each trace of those feelings was born out of his love for talent.

Qin Wushuang’s heart was moved, could the Martial Saint have meant—

The Martial Saint slowly nodded: “What I need is an heir! An heir that could lead the Martial Saint Mountain in the next one hundred and fifty years. One that could protect the throne, the river and the land of the Bai Yue Country, one that could lead the billions of citizens of our country to a peaceful life!"

Qin Wushuang only felt a dry mouth and tongue. In fact, the Martial Saint had already thrown him the offer. However, he could not understand. The Martial Saint was a mighty warrior of the Upper Sky Realm and the Spiritual Force. How come he wanted him, someone at the peak of the Late Sky Realm as his heir?

Weren't there the so-called Spiritual Roots? Could it be, Martial Saint never needed this process? Or perhaps, he had some unique skills to judge whether I had the Spiritual Roots or not?

With many questions caught in his chest, for a time, Qin Wushuang did not dare to ask.

Before he had come here, he had never thought about taking over the Martial Saint Mountain. And of course, Qin Wushuang had never considered the tremendous responsibility of protecting the land of the Bai Yue Country and to lead a billion citizens to a peaceful life.

Too sudden, it was all too sudden.