Over the years, Bai Hao had done everything he could to maintain the situation in Liangshu City.
If it weren’t for Zhu Huan and Fang Mingshan, Bai Hao wouldn’t have been able to keep Liangsu City under control.
“I’ll just pack up. There aren’t so many trivial matters,” Zhu Huan said in a low voice.
Opposite him, an old man in a moon-white brocade robe shook his head. A cold smile flashed across his face. He reached out and pressed the edict in front of him. “So, Brother Zhu, are you preparing to go to the Imperial City?”
Zhu Huan raised his head and looked at the old man in surprise. “Brother Mingshan, are you not going?”
Did the newly appointed minister really dare to disobey his first edict?
Although Fang Mingshan’s Confucian Dao cultivation was deep, he was not so obedient.
Fang Mingshan rose to his feet, bowed to Zhu Huan and Bai Hao, and then turned to leave.
He really dared to leave!
Zhu Huan opened his mouth to say something, but was stopped by Bai Hao.
Looking at Fang Mingshan’s back, Bai Hao said in a low voice, “He’s been in quite a bit of private contact with the Golden Jade Dao Sect recently. Presumably, he’s already made up his mind.”
Colluding with the Dao faction?
Worry flashed across Zhu Huan’s eyes.
“What about you, City Lord?”
Given the current situation, if Bai Hao went to the imperial city, he would lose Liangsu City, which would be a big crime.
If Bai Hao didn’t go to the imperial city, he would be violating the edict of the new prime minister.
The first edict of the new prime minister was about to be violated. Who knew what punishment he would receive in the future?
Zhu Huan himself was a hermit, and had seen the prosperity of the imperial city. He was also well aware of the power and influence of the world. Whether Bai Hao went to the imperial city this time or not, it was unlikely that there would be a good outcome.
“Ai, there are still a few quiet places on Liangsu Mountain…” It seemed to Zhu Huan that Bai Hao’s loss of office was a foregone conclusion.
When he looked up at Bai Hao, his jaw dropped.
As of this moment, Bai Hao’s expression was as calm as ever, and there was no trace of doubt in his eyes!
Seeing that Fang Mingshan was looking at him, Bai Hao raised his hand and placed the second edict on the table.
Looking at the blood-colored words on the edict, Fang Mingshan trembled and felt a chill.
“This, the new minister wants to use weapons and bloodshed to directly suppress the Heavenly Mystic World?”
How many people would die if they were ruthless?
Minister Wen stabilized the Heavenly Mystic. Was the foundation of Confucianism that had been built for 10,000 years really going to be destroyed in one go?
Bai Hao chuckled. “Minister Han was a sword cultivator.”
Sword cultivators were different from ordinary Confucianists.
Han Muye was asked to be the prime minister of the country, and the story of Han Muye quickly circulated in the Heavenly Mystic.
The Sword Dao Immortal of the Western Frontier, roaming the Eastern Sea with the sword, using poetry as a sword, refining the Sword Core in the Imperial City …
Zhu Huan nodded.
Coupled with Han Muye’s background, such an edict was not strange.
Perhaps Minister Wen handed the position to Han Muye because he valued his sword cultivation background and decisiveness in killing?
“As for Qian Yiming of the Southern Wasteland, his combat strength, cultivation base, and the strength of the soldiers under his command are far inferior although his methods are brutal,” Zhu Huan said worriedly in a low voice.
“If Butcher Lu returns, I’m confident…”
…
Long River County in the southeast of the Central Continent.
The Fengcheng Dao Sect was a sect with a long history.
The inheritance of Fengcheng Dao Sect could be traced back to 50,000 years ago. There were countless experts in the sect. There were even two Divine Transformation Realm experts in the sect.
In the Dao Competition that was going on, the Divine Transformation Realm was the strongest combat force in the world.
With two Divine Transformation Realm cultivators, Fengcheng Dao Sect was not afraid of anyone.
Moreover, Huang Zhihu, who was originally suppressing Dongnan County, had led the sword cultivator army to the Imperial City.
As soon as Huang Zhihu left, countless messenger talismans flew towards Fengcheng Dao Sect.
In the main hall of Fengcheng Dao Sect, the Sect Leader, Dao Lord Wuyun, and the Grand Elder, Dao Lord Bai Cheng, sat side by side. Below them, more than 10 Heaven Realm cultivators and Nascent Soul cultivators were divided into two groups.
In front of everyone were two purple edicts.
“Everyone, what do you think?”
Dao Lord WuYunduand calmly as he looked down.
The hall was originally a little noisy, but when Dao Lord Wuyun spoke, it immediately fell silent.
Everyone looked at each other.
“Sect Master, Dao Lord Changzhi of the Mingxuan Dao Sect has sent a message. He wants to pay a visit.” After a while, Daoist Hefeng, who was in charge of the sect’s external affairs, finally spoke.
He took out a jade slip and said, “There’s also Shanghe Dao Sect, Liuyuan Dao Sect, Zhengyang Daoist Temple…”
The jade slips were all invitations from various cultivators of the Daoist Faction.
The jade slips that Daoist Hefeng took out delighted many people in the hall.
A few people hesitated.
“Sect Master, the Mystic Sun Zhihu has left Dongnan. This is a good opportunity!” A white-bearded old man’s eyes sparkled as he said in a low voice.
“Elder Lu is right. The Heavenly Mystic is supposed to be a prosperous place for cultivation. It’s unreasonable for Confucianism to suppress all parties. The current situation is the best opportunity for our Daoist Faction,” someone couldn’t help but say loudly.
Discussions immediately broke out in the hall.
From the initial whispers to the loud voices, the atmosphere gradually became lively.
A few of the warlords’ faces were flushed red and their blood was boiling. It was as if they could take down the Dongnan prefectures today and the Daoist sects would become independent.
There were a few who said that the Heavenly Mystic should be united now that the Dao Competition was underway, but they were all reprimanded and did not dare to make a sound.
At the head of the table, the two Dao Lords looked at each other and smiled.
The Grand Elder, Dao Lord Bai Cheng, who had remained silent all this time, waved his hand, and the hall instantly fell silent.
“That’s all for today.”
With that, he placed his hand on the silk edict in front of him. “The choice of my Fengcheng Dao Sect will depend on how this guard of the Southern Wasteland, summoned by the new Prime Minister Han, does.”
Qian Yiming was guarding the Southern Wasteland.
In the hall, the smiles on the faces of the pro-war fighters became even brighter.
Qian Yiming was a mere level two Out of Body realm junior who had lost to Butcher Lu. How capable could he be?
Back then, Butcher Lu had not been able to suppress the eight counties in Dongnan. He had relied on the Crown Prince Yunduan and the Heavenly Mystic’s Zhihu’s sword cultivator army to stabilize the situation.
Now that the army of sword cultivators had left and Butcher Lu had gone to the outer world, how could Qian Yiming suppress Dongnan?
At that instant, not only the Fengcheng Dao Sect, but the entire Dongnan region and even the entire Central Continent turned their attention to Qian Yiming, who was still in the Southern Wasteland.
If Qian Yiming could not suppress Dongnan, Han Muye’s edict would become a joke.
At this moment, in the camp of the Mystic Sun Guards in the Southern Wasteland, in the central tent, generals in black and red armor sat solemnly.
At the head of the table, Qian Yiming, who was dressed neatly, had a solemn expression.
On the long table in front of him was a light purple edict.
All the generals sitting upright unconsciously looked at the edict.
This was the newly appointed Minister Han’s letter.
It was this edict that pushed everyone to the forefront of the storm.
“Reporting to the commander, the Southern Wasteland’ garrison army has assembled.
“All 18 commanders are here.”
Below, the deputy general in black armor bowed and spoke.
Qian Yiming nodded and waved for the deputy general to return to his position.
His gaze swept across everyone and he placed his hand on the edict in front of him.
“Everyone, there’s no need for me to say anything, right?”
Everyone stood up and bowed without moving.
This was the military camp, not those sects.
A soldier’s lifelong belief was to obey orders.
Qian Yiming stood up slowly and held the edict in his hand. He said in a low voice, “The Southern Wasteland’ garrison army will set off immediately for the Central Continent.”
“By the order of the Prime Minister, all those who disobey will be killed without mercy.”
In the tent, the 18 guards bowed and turned to leave.
Then orderly military orders and footsteps were heard outside the military tent.
In the military tent, Qian Yiming looked at the edict in his hand.
This was Han Muye’s handwritten letter.
He held the purple cloth tightly, and sword intent came from it.
Unlike Wen Mosheng, Minister Han’s handwriting did not have the vigorous Great Spirit. Instead, it was filled with sword energy.
“Sweeping through the Heavenly Mystic World and then leading an army to fight outside the Heavenly Mystic World. I, Qian Yiming, have been waiting for this day for a long time.”
As he muttered, the edict in his hand flashed with golden light.
Golden sword lights appeared.
360 sword lights turned into the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation and quietly floated in front of Qian Yiming.
The Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation gathered, and its power turned into a light screen. On it was the map of the Central Continent, which was densely packed with red dots.
“Hehe, it turns out that so many people and forces have ulterior motives…” Qian Yiming smiled.
His gaze searched the light spot for a moment before raising his hand to press down on a mountain range at the border between the Central Continent and the Southern Wasteland.
“Nanyuan Dao Sect disobeyed.
“Exterminate.”
The sword light shook, and the light screen dissipated. Qian Yiming strode out and shouted, “Soldiers, Nanyuan Dao Sect.”