The Star River Era! The Dimensional Freedom Demon

The eighteenth day of the first lunar month.

"Your Highness, I have brought all the senior masters and elders of my sect. In addition... the Shenxiao Sect and the Shangqing Sect have also asked me to send many people."

In the tea room, Zhang Jichang reported his recent situation to Ji Chen.

Both of these factions are important members of their Zhengyi sect.

After the news spread that Ji Chen wanted to share the world with the sects, even these Taoist sects, which never considered themselves martial arts sects, could not resist the temptation of the upper sect and couldn't resist seeking help from Zhang Jichang, the face of the Zhengyi sect.

Ji Chen was not surprised by Zheng Yidao's choice, nor did he want to dwell on why they didn't come on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

The world is bustling, all come for the benefit, and the world is bustling, all go for the benefit.

These people have a deep foundation; as long as they can help him enrich the theoretical basis of the Cloud Dragon Scripture, he will accept it.

only... ...

"What about the Quanzhen School?"

"...I haven't received any news either."

Zhang Jichang opened his mouth, a complex expression flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, this was all he could say.

Ji Chen's eyes flickered slightly, and he already understood.

Compared to the Zhengyi School, the Quanzhen School places greater emphasis on purifying the mind, reducing desires, and practicing non-action, and has numerous precepts.

Moreover, although he was very strong, his reputation was really bad; in the eyes of the world, he was a naked butcher.

I'm afraid the Quanzhen sect won't tolerate a tyrannical ruler like myself.

"Let them be. Fifty years from now, they'll be begging me. Humph!"

Ji Chen was somewhat annoyed. He had offered such a huge benefit just to attract the whole world to write commentaries on his Yunlong Jing.

He admired the integrity of the Quanzhen School, but the fact that this integrity harmed his interests did not prevent him from being unhappy.

Wang, the cult leader next to him, shrank back.

He felt that His Highness the King of Wu's majesty had become increasingly imposing lately.

Even though his spiritual state wasn't outwardly manifested, he was still somewhat terrified, as if he were facing a giant dragon that could crush him at any moment.

"Your Highness, that old monk from Shaolin Temple also sent me a message, I wonder..."

"No!"

Ji Chen interrupted the leader of the sect.

"As I said, those who chant Buddhist scriptures and want to participate must postpone it until the second half of the year."

Ji Chen was very wary of the old bald thief. He only allowed the Fragrance Sect to participate because they had filtered through Buddhist scriptures.

He still vividly remembers that fleeting glimpse of the capital.

Buddhism can only return after he has completely conquered this world.

Ji Chen chatted with the two masters for a while longer, ignoring the helpless pleading look in Master Wang's eyes, and turned to leave.

Zhang Jichang stopped him and asked how those of them who wanted the treatment of a senior sect member should begin compiling the Yunlong Scripture, or if there was a definite procedure.

Ji Chen turned around and smiled:

"No rush. I have a relative in the South China Sea who will arrive within the month. You can just follow his arrangements then."

Same clan?

Zhang Jichang and Wang Jiaozhu exchanged a silent glance, but could only hand over their hands in farewell.

. . . . . .

Ji Chen's policy of sharing power with the sects allowed him to quickly expand his manpower, and in just about ten days, he had nominally unified the southern states.

Martial arts sects often have dozens or even hundreds of disciples. Once these people are mobilized, even without Ji Chen directly recruiting them, his forces expand like snowflakes, quickly exceeding 300,000.

To prevent the collapse of order in this diverse coalition, Ji Chen has recently devoted almost all his energy to reorganization and management.

Even though he borrowed a lot of relevant books from the college, he was completely lost when it came to practice.

Within ten thousand, discipline can still be maintained by relying on strict orders.

However, after reaching 50,000, the management difficulty increased exponentially, which he found very challenging.

One day, when Ji Chen was inspecting the prefecture, he saw a troop bearing his banner rush into the city and loot, killing and wounding hundreds and causing a great uproar.

Ji Chen's temper was immediately ignited.

His emotional fluctuations directly affected the celestial phenomena, turning a clear blue sky into a stormy, overcast one in the blink of an eye.

Amidst the chaos of men and horses, the commanding general cried out in alarm:

"What's going on? Why is the heavens angry? Could that hothead surnamed Ji really have the ability to command dragons, as the rumors say?"

The leader of the Thousand Jun Sect, who was pretending to surrender to the Wu Dynasty but was actually using the situation to amass wealth, was filled with suspicion.

"Sect Leader, please stop! If this continues, I fear..."

"What's there to be afraid of! That kid is currently tied up with the Heavenly Principles Sect in the north and has to rely on the strength of our sect to help us pacify the world! Even if he were standing right here, I would still rob him without hesitation. Let's see what he can do to me!"

Although Ji Chen has proven his dominance among top-tier martial artists, it is also true that his power is shallow and he has no other top-tier combat force besides himself.

Many powerful sects interpreted his approach of sharing power with the sects as a sign of his appeasement and lack of confidence.

"Very good—excellent!"

A voice, suppressed with barely suppressed rage and laughter, suddenly exploded out. The Thousand Jun Sect Master froze, only to see dust billowing ahead as Ji Chen's figure hurtled towards them like a bolt of lightning!

His pupils contracted sharply, and he wished he could tear his mouth, which had just uttered those arrogant words, to shreds. But since things had come to this, he could only force himself to stay upright and say:

"King Wu...this matter is purely a misunderstanding! If you kill me, the southern states will surely be thrown into turmoil, and the people of all factions will be filled with fear, which will be detrimental to our great cause!"

He tried to use the threat that "killing sect members without authorization will destabilize the alliance" to force the menacing Martial King in front of him to stop.

But Ji Chen wouldn't listen to him and didn't slow down at all.

Upon seeing this, the Thousand Jun Sect Master's expression hardened, and he shouted for the formation to be activated, attempting to resist.

however.

As Ji Chen, who was moving at extremely high speed, approached the army formation, he suddenly stopped and threw a punch.

From extreme motion to extreme stillness, time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Then the air in front of Ji Chen seemed to freeze before his fist, turning into a visible wall of air that slammed into him.

The Thousand Jun Sect Master's face trembled, and then he felt the whole world shaking, as if a huge hurricane was condensed into Ji Chen's fist.

The dozens of disciples who stood in front of the Thousand Jun Sect Master were crushed into bloody mud, and together with their horses, they formed bloody mud arrows that pierced through the hundred people behind them.

call!

Amidst a brief scream, after a gust of wind, the Thousand Jun Sect Master clutched his upper body, which had been pierced by five or six bloody holes, and stared blankly at his dead disciples and subordinates.

"Ah... ...ah."

He opened his mouth to speak, but the almost supernatural scene before him rendered him unable to organize his thoughts.

Ji Chen walked up to the dog-donkey he had deliberately spared, chopped it down with his palm, and turned it into a human pig.

After briefly stopping the bleeding, Ji Chen returned to the prefectural city, summoned the pale-faced temporary prefect, and ordered him to be hung on the city gate.

"Tell all major sects within the territory that if they dare to cause trouble again, they will all suffer the same fate as this person!"

Trembling with fear, the temporary prefect looked up, only to find that the King of Wu had vanished without a trace.

Ji Chen's anger had not yet subsided.

He directly used his ability to ask the heavens to find out which sects had been making trouble recently.

Immediately, he traveled three thousand miles in a single day and night, single-handedly annihilating five major sects that possessed the third stage of Qi and Blood Transformation, as well as numerous smaller sects. Wherever he went, his clan was wiped out, his body was killed, and not a single chicken or dog was spared.

The next day, the news swept through several southern states like a hurricane.

The various sects within the territory fell silent instantly, terrified by Ji Chen's bloody methods, which also made them realize what a "Martial King" truly was and what real confidence was.

If you don't obey, you die!

After this incident, Ji Chen trained his troops for several days, and even if the soldiers were exhausted to death on the training ground, there was not the slightest sign of disobedience.

"Indeed, once you've fought your way through the world and your courage has waned, what difficulty is there in obeying orders?"