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In the eyes of the Martial Saint, Founding Emperor Yan was just a humanoid herb.
The Martial Saint had hoped that after feigning death, the martial artists of this era would bring him some surprises, with new leaders emerging and new superb martial arts appearing.
However, what he got instead were figures like King Qin, who entered the Dao through martial arts, and Founding Emperor Yan.
Apart from a mysterious and unpredictable Qiao family member, the Martial Saint’s waiting didn’t result in any good outcomes.
In the end, he had to rely on the skill he painstakingly developed called "Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill."
Now, he was almost giving up on his fantasies.
"Gan Kun, send a message to Yan Shenji in the palace," said the Martial Saint.
"Recently, hasn’t the court’s Flying Fish Guard been investigating our Wuji Association? Do they still want our secrets?"
Wu Qiankun was surprised.
"Adoptive father, what do you mean? Isn’t this betraying our enemies?"
"Yan Shenji’s martial arts have no future, they are just a big medicine," said Martial Saint.
"So why not let this human-shaped big medicine grow a little fatter."
In fact, in today’s martial arts world, all superb martial artists are considered pioneers on the path above the 1st rank of the Spiritual Refining Period. There is still no clear road ahead, and no superb rank dares to say they have not strayed off course.
The transformation of internal strength into a superb rank is one of the mainstream Superb Martial Arts discovered in the past few decades, but no one dares to say this path is right.
The road ahead may be a cliff, a smooth path, or lead to temptation. Who knows?
"Just that one sentence for Founding Emperor Yan?" Wu Qiankun asked.
"A true word is worth more than a thousand false ones. If Yan Shenji cannot understand it, then he is not worth the effort. It’s pointless to pay him more attention," said the Martial Saint indifferently.
"After we finish this task, we should leave Zhong Province," said the Martial Saint in a deep voice.
"The Nine Immortal Gates value Founding Emperor Yan not only for the sword he wields, but also for other reasons," explained the Martial Saint.
"If Founding Emperor Yan becomes stronger, he can attract the attention of more Immortal Gates, allowing us to act more effectively in the shadows," stated the Martial Saint.
"With Founding Emperor Yan in Zhong Province and his balancing act with the Great Dao Sect, the situation there is relatively stable," pointed out the Martial Saint.
"If we draw attention to ourselves, we will have to deal with both Founding Emperor Yan and the Great Dao Sect," warned the Martial Saint.
"The other eight provinces are in chaos. By walking into such murky waters, we can take advantage of the chaos and benefit ourselves," explained the Martial Saint.
Martial Saint and the Wuji Association hunt cultivators to enhance their own status.
The chaos in the other eight provinces is due to the interference of other Immortal Gates. The more active the Immortal Gates become, the easier it is for the Wuji Association to act.
"Where should we go after leaving Zhong Province?" asked Wu Qiankun.
Actually, he didn’t need to ask, as he already knew the answer.
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Within Jiu Province, the most barren area is in the southwest, filled with mountains and sparsely populated. Immortal Gate relies on worshippers, and the Yunxiao Sect in Southwest Province is considered relatively weaker.
Besides that, the Xuantian Sect in Nan Province has also been weakened due to Emperor Yonghe’s worship incident, making it another good choice.
Zhong Province, a small town outside the Anxi Pass.
The former residents of this town were mostly families of soldiers from the Great Yan Western Conquering Army.
Since the Qiao family sent them letters and led three hundred old soldiers and some elderly from the city, this small town has basically become a gathering place for the elderly.
This town has been Hai Siyuan and others’ hiding place for the past month.
Qiao Mu is currently in a inn in the town, sitting at a table gnawing on a roasted lamb leg with the Impermanent Demon Cat lounging on his shoulder.
The inn’s doors and windows are tightly shut, claiming to be closed, but the lobby is packed with old soldiers who have come from different parts of Zhong Province.
The fat cat is already asleep, with its eyes tightly closed, but still unconsciously clinging to Qiao Mu’s shoulder with all four paws, hanging on like a bear cub, unable to be shaken off no matter what.
Since the day Qiao Mu crossed over 300 years in his dream and became a peerless master, as soon as the cat emerged from the shadows, it sniffed and immediately rolled its eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Before falling asleep, it still made sure to rest on Qiao Mu’s shoulder, closely pressed against his neck, its nose occasionally twitching unconsciously.
However, Qiao Mu didn’t mind, as the fat cat sleeping was a perfect opportunity for him to work his magic on it.
This one nap lasted for a month.
In the span of a month, Qiao Mu had the fat cat wrapped around him like a pearl, to the point where its fur seemed to shine and Qiao Mu used it as a scarf.
"Don’t say anything, it’s quite warm."
"The only downside is that this fat cat sometimes drools while sleeping, which is a bit hard to bear."
"After sleeping for a month, there should be some big changes, right? Could it be to repay a debt?"
Qiao Mu thought casually, clasping his hands together.
"May the group of Immortal Protectors from the Great Dao Sect bless us, may we not turn into tanks…"
While he was playing with the cat at the table, the inn’s door was pushed open, and a few gray-haired old soldiers walked in, exchanging greetings with Hai Siyuan and others.
"Leaving Zhong Province, traveling with three hundred people is too conspicuous, and most of the time we have to stay in this Stone City," he said.
"After leaving Zhong Province, do you have a place to go?" Qiao Mu asked.
"Yes," Hai Siyuan nodded.
"My father had a villa in the area near Linhe Mansion in Southwest Province before he passed away. He asked an old friend to buy it to settle these hundreds of people," he explained.
"Southwest Province is a mountainous region, with a reputation of having a hundred thousand mountains, sparsely populated, which is perfect for us…rebels to hide," he continued.
"Looking back now, most likely he already knew his time was short and left behind a little something," the soldier pondered.
"So, what about after we go to Southwest Province? Are we going to hide there for the rest of our lives?" Qiao Mu asked again.
Hai Siyuan hesitated and remained silent in the end.
Actually, they had no intention of killing the king before entering the Golden Palace.
The assassination in the palace was not a carefully planned rebellion, but a natural choice due to the changing circumstances.
Therefore, Hai Siyuan and others didn’t have a clear plan on what to do next or their future plans.
Over the past few days, the veteran soldiers gathered more and more in this small town, but mostly they chatted and worried about the chaotic situation in the entire Jiu Province.
After assassinating Emperor Yonghe, they felt lost and uncertain about their direction.
Without their status as officers of Great Yan, they had become wanted criminals by the court. Although Zhong Province seemed vast, they didn’t know where to go.
With Emperor Yonghe’s death, they felt some relief, but not entirely.
Everyone knew who was the mastermind behind the almost complete destruction of the once hundred thousand strong army…
As long as the Great Dao Sect exists, the hearts of these three hundred veteran soldiers will always remain in that vast desert. How can they retire peacefully?
Qiao Mu looked at Hai Siyuan and the others’ reactions and understood roughly.
After thinking for a moment, he spoke:
"Have you heard of the Immortal Slaying Army?"
Hai Siyuan and the others were first surprised.
Then all the old soldiers in the inn couldn’t help but look over.
How could they forget the term Immortal Slaying Army?
When they were still in the lonely city, a member of the Qiao family fooled the whole city with a lie about the Immortal Slaying Army, pretending that reinforcements from the Great Yan were coming, and swept away the decadence of the past.
"Why did Elder Lao suddenly mention the Immortal Slaying Army?" Hai Siyuan asked with a bitter smile:
"The Immortal Slaying Army was just a lie agreed upon between me and a member of the Qiao family to deceive the entire city."
"Yes, the Immortal Slaying Army is indeed a lie," Qiao Mu said solemnly.
"There has never been an Immortal Slaying Army in this world. The soldiers of Great Yan lost their will to fight forty years ago. The king surrendered, how could the soldiers still have fighting spirit?"
The old soldiers smiled bitterly.
There has never been an Immortal Slaying Army in this world, only members of the Qiao family.
It was the members of the Qiao family who entered the desert at the beginning, not the soldiers of Great Yan.
They had known this for a long time.
Only Hai Siyuan raised an eyebrow, vaguely realizing something, and looked at Qiao Mu.
At this moment, Qiao Mu stood up and gazed at the elderly soldiers in the inn.
"There was no Immortal Slaying Army in the world before, but from today onwards, there is an Immortal Slaying Army."
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