The fact that Taoist Qingzhuo’s foundation is damaged, injured by an ordinary martial artist, cannot be known to outsiders until he recovers from his injuries.
Losing his position as an elder might just make him worry too much, maybe the situation will only be laughed at by the other elders… but Taoist Qingzhuo doesn’t want to take the risk.
"In theory, if I want to keep this matter from spreading, I should eliminate all the mortals who know about it…"
"But what about Qiao Shui…" Taoist Qingzhuo frowned.
If he returns to the sect, then he will be a senior elder with a weakened foundation, as long as he goes into seclusion to heal and rest, there is hope for recovery.
If he goes to Anxi Pass and kills the soldiers and civilians of the lonely city, and angers the fiery Qiao family member, the consequences will be even more serious.
Even if there is only a ten percent chance of a one-to-one exchange with the Qiao family member, it would be a great loss for Taoist Qingzhuo, who looks down on ordinary martial artists.
"Although that’s true, it wouldn’t be appropriate to let the matter spread among the people of Zhong Province."
Elder Qingzhuo is contemplating a strategy, as his own foundation has been weakened, he naturally cannot personally go up against mortals.
So, he was actually 210 years old.
Life is very rare to reach seventy, and he has already lived three lifetimes of an old person who has reached seventy.
At the next table, there were several drinkers, seemingly travelers passing through the town. At the moment, they were in high spirits, engaging in lively conversations.
"Can you believe that there are still surviving remnants from the Inhuman War forty years ago? It’s like something out of a fairy tale…"
"Never in a million years did I expect there to be such a steel-blooded lone army in this world. While Great Yan has forgotten about them, there are still people holding their ground. If I hadn’t seen those white-headed soldiers with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it!"
"Those old soldiers have endured suffering… but as long as they’re still alive, that’s a good thing! These people deserve to live to a hundred!"
"Getting better, everything is getting better. Ever since the evil demon who ate people, known as Martial Saint, died, everything has gotten better."
"Martial Saint had suppressed the martial arts world for forty years, and now, just a few months after his death, the martial arts in Jiu Province is thriving. The backbone of Jiu Province not only consists of the remnants of the past army, but also includes the Qiao family member and the newly rising King Qin."
"King Qin is also an extraordinary person. He is the first one to step up and embrace the path of martial arts after Martial Saint’s death. He resolutely raised the banner of ‘Using Martial Arts to Defeat Immortals,’ even making the inhuman members of the Great Dao Sect suffer in secret."
"Even our Majesty is pleased. He has granted land to King Qin, who carries the banner of Jiu Province’s martial artist. The newly established ‘Great Qin Prefecture’ in Zhong Province is a testament to it. Moreover, the generous wealthy man, Li Gongde, from the Imperial Capital, has made contributions. Now, the Great Qin City is thriving and full of potential."
"Speaking of which, it’s quite pitiful for the residents who have come out of the isolated city. If they have nowhere to go, they can go to the newly established Great Qin City. It’s also a way out."
Qiao Mu quietly eats his noodles and occasionally listens to the conversations of the travelers. Only then does he realize that many things have happened within Zhong Province during the one or two months he has been trapped in the isolated city.
"King Qin? I haven’t heard of him before. If someone can truly carry the banner of martial arts, it would be a good thing."
Qiao Mu is starting to feel tired. He didn’t inquire further, focusing on eating his noodles.
Meanwhile, at the nearby table, someone suddenly slams the table with a loud bang. This draws the attention of others in the inn, even causing the other customers to stop talking.
Qiao Mu glanced to the side and saw two familiar faces.
It was Hai Siyuan and the former Mr. Hai, the two brothers.
The two of them sat at the inn, crying and sharing their pasts.
At first, Captain Hai spoke of the forty years of blood and tears in the solitary city in the desert.
After Captain Hai roughly finished talking, he couldn’t wait to ask about the current situation of Great Yan from Mr. Hai.
"The truth cannot be hidden any longer," Qiao Mu said quietly.
He could make up a lie about the Immortal Slaying Army, but could he also make up a story about Great Yan united against the inhumans?
That’s not called a lie, it’s called a fairy tale.
Lies don’t harm, it is the truth that is like a sharp knife.
To give hope to the lonely city, Qiao Mu weaved a lie about the "Immortal Slaying Army," igniting hope in the hearts of the people, seeking survival rather than death.
"Has the Immortal Gate’s Taoist temple spread throughout Jiu Province?"
He suddenly stood up, swaying slightly, feeling a surge of energy and blood, suddenly feeling dizzy.