The carriage moved forward along the road.
The villages along the way were desolate, with corpses scattered everywhere beside the road.
Most of the cities they passed were in ruins, with collapsed city walls left unrepaired.
The soldiers guarding the city walls were emaciated. Based on Song Lin’s experience in commanding battles, the troop numbers were gravely insufficient—surely because soone had siphoned away their provisions.
With such combat strength, it’s unlikely they could defend the city; probably they would surrender imdiately when the barbarians arrived.
Apart from wealthy households who could sustain themselves comfortably, most common people were struggling to survive.
This is the state of today’s court.
anwhile, officials inford the court of Song Lin’s return.
Little did Song Lin know, an inescapable trap had already been laid ahead.
As soon as he arrived, they planned to kill him right in front of the hall.
The trio returned to the World in the Pot aboard the carriage.
Inside the world were five won cultivating Swordman Techniques, as well as two others with decent aptitude practicing Horse Immortal Arts.
Ma Jiefu closed his eyes, sensing the connection with the two won, and couldn’t help but reveal a hint of joy on his face.
"Divine skill! This thod can change the fate of our Fox Clan!"
As a mber of the Fox Clan, Ma Jiefu naturally understood the profound implications.
The Fox Clan’s cultivation relied on Mount Tai Lady as its source; all foxes in this world must first be enlightened to begin their cultivation.
Once enlightened, foxes faced two cultivation paths:
The first was like ordinary demons, absorbing the Essence and Qi of humans.
The second was like Ma Jiefu, practicing yin rit and helping others accrue rit continually.
This thod leads directly to the Great Dao, though most Fox Immortals opt for the first path.
Now, Song Lin had presented a third thod.
One that embraced both.
Others willingly contribute a portion of their essence, while providing spells in return, and anwhile, helping others would earn yin rit.
Thinking this over, Ma Jiefu bowed deeply before Song Lin.
"If sir were to promulgate this thod, every righteous soul in the Fox Clan would surely pledge their allegiance."
"No rush. First, you should gather more mbers of the Fox Clan."
This thod cannot be recklessly spread, or it might be exploited by demons.
It must first go through a liturgy and be under controlled dissemination.
However, doing this may offend Mount Tai Lady.
When Ghost Gate opens, visiting Mount Tai Lady might shed light on matters.
Three days later, Song Lin arrived at Jinguan City.
The city walls were tightly guarded; yet, the soldiers still appeared emaciated.
Song Lin stepped off the carriage and handed over his token.
The city wall commander’s eyes were bloodshot, his expression filled with indignation. He forcefully averted his gaze from Song Lin.
Perhaps the ordinary soldiers were unaware.
But as a temporary city defender and a thousand-household commander of the Imperial Guard, he had received orders from above last night to ensure Song Lin did not leave the city alive.
He already knew what this ant.
Yet, a tiny sliver of hope lingered in his heart; perhaps things were not so dire.
Song Lin seed to read the commander’s thoughts.
"Your na?"
"Reporting to the general, I am Zuo Quan."
"Hmm, understood."
Song Lin stepped into the city, his brows imdiately furrowing.
Such dense demon energy!
Under his Qi Observation Technique, the world appeared entirely blackened.
Every few steps, he sensed a wave of demon energy, indicating the presence of a demon.
"Evil ghosts, wolves, fox demons, water ghosts, zombies... "
This small Jinguan City held at least a thousand demons.
The direction of the Imperial Palace was even more overwheld by demon energy!
Where is the Ei Sect?
Are they not the righteous leader? Yet, they remain blind to the dire situation of Jinguan City, which lies so close.
It seems they’ve made so sort of agreent with Jing Country.
What kind of power does Jing Country have to intimidate them?
This was Song Lin’s greatest doubt.
"But... soon the Divine Dragon will feast jubilantly," thought Song Lin to himself.
Then, he handed a Taiji Thunder Seal to Ma Jiefu.
"This seal contains five thousand Taoist Soldiers. When you hear the divine sword soar through the air, release the troops inside at once."
"Five thousand Taoist Soldiers?" Ma Jiefu’s eyes widened.
This small seal actually contained five thousand Taoist Soldiers?
"Gongsun Jiuniang will follow Ma Jiefu as well."
Zuo Quan, the thousand-household commander, ignored the interruption and led Song Lin into the Imperial Palace.
Heart Nurturing Hall.
Soldiers lay hidden all around, with green vertical pupils staring at Song Lin’s advancing figure.
Inside Heart Nurturing Hall was a large canopied bed.
A thick curtain obscured the figures within, faintly revealing a corpulent and bloated shape clutching a petite woman.
"My love, watch display my prowess soon, hehe."
"Emperor, you’re so strong! I adore you!"
The two joked and flirted, while the guards and ministers all stood silently, pretending not to notice.
"Duke Ningyang Song Lin enters!!"
The eunuch’s shrill voice announced loudly.
Song Lin stepped into the dim hall.
Everyone’s face was concealed in shadow; no one spoke. They simply stared at him silently, the air reverberating with heavy, labored breathing.
As Song Lin entered, Emperor Longqing bellowed.
"Song Lin! What cris have you committed!!"
"Song Lin!!"
"Song Lin!"
"What cris have you committed!"
The surrounding n shouted in unison, as if rehearsed in advance; their voices were unnervingly coordinated.
Through the curtain, Emperor Longqing glared at Song Lin, expecting this man to tremble and kneel before him—whereupon he could decisively execute him!
But to his surprise, Song Lin’s expression did not change as he raised a single finger.
"Don’t rush, let kill soone first."
Boom!
The ground exploded, sending stone fragnts shooting in all directions.
Eight flying swords streaked through the air, crackling with lightning.
Swish, swish, swish!
Heads rolled, blood spraying wildly.
"Roar!!"
So reacted swiftly, their bodies expanding rapidly; fangs protruded, skin tore apart, revealing green faces, tusks, and wild red-haired, green-eyed Yaksha forms.
Swish!
The transformations mattered little; as another flying sword swept through, heads fell instantly.
"Ah!!"
A piercing scream emanated from within the curtain.
A red-eyed ghostly woman erged, her face pale as paper. Like steel needles, strands of hair shot from all directions toward Song Lin.
"Now this is more appropriate," Song Lin remarked indifferently—at least she had reached the Divine Establishnt Period.
Boom!
After finishing off the Yaksha demon, eight flying swords shattered the ghostly woman’s Primordial Spirit.
Within ten breaths’ ti, everyone in the hall was dead except Emperor Longqing.
The massive, bloated figure of this "pig" stood frozen in terror.
In his life, he had never seen such carnage.
What’s more, he never expected his own ministers and concubines to be demons.
Bang!
The roof exploded as five figures descended.
Leading them was Qiying Daoist with a braided queue.
"Haha, I knew it all along!"
The disciples fired forth seven flying swords.
Qiying chanted incantations.
A pitch-black bag unfurled from his sleeve.
The opening gaped wide, spewing forth a torrent of corrosive, filthy blood energy like a Red Dragon.
This was the Blood Evil Demon Bag.
Qiying enjoyed tossing corpses into it over ti, gradually cultivating a foul and destructive blood evil aura.
"Core Formation? Now this is interesting! But... what kind of fashion sense is this?"
Song Lin felt his eyes burn at the sight.
The younger people up top looked decent, but their hairstyles were unbearable.
What kind of sword immortals wear tunics and keep queues?
Better that they just die!
He drew back his swords for defense and cast the Dragon Mansion Jade Gourd into the air.
Roar!!
Qiying suddenly felt his vision blur.
Three distinct forms of Divine Dragons appeared before him.
The blood evil aura raining down from above had no effect whatsoever.
"You—"
Qiying’s first instinct was to turn and flee.
But it was too late; the overwhelming barrage of spells engulfed him entirely.
How could soone in Early-stage Core Formation possibly contend with Late-stage Core Formation?
The Dragon Mansion Jade Gourd absorbed the heavily injured Qiying as Song Lin walked calmly toward the emperor.
After one round of attacks, the Heart Nurturing Hall was entirely obliterated.
If not for Song Lin intentionally shielding the emperor, the man would likely have been reduced to ashes.
"Don’t co any closer!"
The corpulent Emperor Longqing rose to his feet, only to stumble and fall.
"Don’t kill ! I don’t want to be emperor! You forced into this!"
Emperor Longqing began to cry, tears streaming down his face.
He had been just an ordinary vassal king, raised like cattle by the Royal Family, with no understanding of governance.
The people from the north had co insisting he take the throne.
"Such nonsense! You’ve plundered the people, ruined countless loyal officers, and now think saying ’I didn’t know’ absolves you?"
Swish!
With a flash of sword light, his head fell.
anwhile, deafening battle cries erupted within the city.
The Taoist Soldiers had begun fighting the demons.
An hour later.
The Imperial Army and city gate defenders arrived, with Ma Jiefu and others in tow.
Seeing Song Lin holding the emperor’s severed head, they were too stunned to speak.
"Tis have changed," Song Lin said with a smile.
From this mont onward, the Han people would rise in an era of counterattack.
Demons, evil cultivators, hypocrites, corrupt scholars... not one would escape!
Enemies of the world!
"Long live His Majesty!!"
The Emperor Seal activated!
Suddenly, a burst of golden light filled the sky.
The Sun Jade Carriage radiated dazzling gold, traveling down a golden road like the sun itself.
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