The Star River Era! The Dimensional Freedom Demon

Yicheng.

Ji Chen was quite travel-worn along the way.

Nearly three hours had passed since Zizai fought Lin Chaosheng at Wudang Yuntai Mountain and patrolled Lin Poshan, but along the way, he still saw many martial arts masters heading to Wudang Mountain.

Ascend to heaven.

This has been a golden age that only comes around once every three hundred years since ancient times.

However, their speed was limited, and their physical strength was no match for that of Lin Chaosheng, a peerless master. Even after walking for most of the day, they had only barely covered most of the distance of a thousand miles.

This speed.

Once you reach Wudang Mountain, you probably won't even be able to smell a trace of the afterglow of ascension.

After all, Ji Chen had already wrecked that area beyond recognition by having Ji Qingyun and Ji Yuanxu make two moves.

There are still wildfires burning.

On the Yicheng Plain, after several high-ranking martial arts figures withdrew, both sides experienced some instability and unrest.

Fortunately, the war did not last long, and the military leaders of all sides no longer judged each other by military prowess. Many generals with real talent and ability in military command emerged, which suppressed the internal unrest.

Chen Xianli paced back and forth in the barracks, feeling uneasy.

"With Your Majesty's martial prowess, you should have returned long ago after such a short journey."

"Perhaps His Majesty was so captivated by the matter of ascension that he was delayed."

"Why should Prime Minister Chen worry? As far as I know, those two on the other side haven't returned either."

Chen Xianli was still a little worried.

His strength has not yet broken through the third transformation of Qi and Blood, and he does not cultivate the Dao. His estimation of the strength of top experts can only be based on past battle records.

The king's strength is self-evident; from south to north, he has the voice of the wronged souls of more than ten thousand dead and injured.

But he really didn't have enough confidence in Yuanxu Zhenren, a member of King Wu's clan.

The high praise from the accompanying experts ultimately couldn't bring the same peace of mind as tangible achievements.

"But they were, after all, two unparalleled masters who dominated the world!"

Chen Xianli felt a chill run down his spine at the thought, especially regarding the leader of the Heavenly Principle Sect, who had been a long-standing thorn in the side of the Luo Sect.

He couldn't sit still any longer and looked at the general sitting below him.

"Commander Zhang Xing of the Holy Martial Army, lead his 10,000 troops to... ...to meet King Wu..."

"No."

Before Chen Xianli could finish speaking, Ji Chen had already walked in.

"Your Majesty!"

"May Your Majesty be well!"

"..."

When Ji Chen appeared, the generals present were surprised, and then they all came over to greet him with delight.

Don't be fooled by their earlier attempts to persuade Chen Xianli; to say they weren't worried at all would be a lie.

After all, the opposing team has two unparalleled masters.

If a conflict were to break out outside, no one could predict what would happen.

but.

"Lin Chaosheng has been severely injured and is now in hiding. The Great Snow Mountain Lord has been executed..."

"What?"

"His Highness Prince Wu actually..."

"The Lord of the Great Snow Mountain is dead!"

Before Ji Chen could finish speaking, the people below were stunned into a clamor by the good news.

This news is truly exciting!

They even forgot the authority Ji Chen had built up over the years and couldn't help but start making a fuss.

Ji Chen didn't scold or stop him.

Once everyone had calmed down, he said:

"Give the order to have the kitchen staff cook a proper meal for the soldiers. We will attack the city under cover of night in two hours!"

"Here you go!"

The crowd below the tent was filled with excitement.

With one death and another serious injury as the biggest obstacles, the great cause of establishing a new dynasty is already in sight; who could not be excited?

When the generals returned to their respective troops, news of King Wu's great victory spread, and cheers erupted in all the military camps.

Conversely, when the spies in Yicheng learned of the news, it was as if the sky had fallen.

"What?! The sect leader is seriously injured, and the venerable master is dead! Are you perhaps a spy sent by the enemy to undermine morale?!"

The elder of the Heavenly Principle Sect was furious, but his heart was ice-cold.

"I only learned this through oversight! Elder, please be wise!"

The scout kowtowed repeatedly, fearing that the elder would kill him in his rage.

At this moment, the expressions of the generals on the high seat also changed drastically.

"How is that possible? That scoundrel Ji is tyrannical and cruel; how could he possibly defeat the cult leader?"

"Although I am a rough man, I am well aware of the principles of the sages. So, what makes King Wu...?"

Books always say that whoever wins the hearts of the people wins the world, but where did King Wu of Ji's family ever win the hearts of the people?

Does this include severe punishments, heavy reliance on military men, and trust in Taoist sorcerers?

After Ji Chen clearly declared that he would share the world with other sects and abolish the Four Books and Five Classics, most talented people in the Northern Heavenly Principle Sect flocked to join him.

In terms of domestic stability and grain reserves, the Tianli Sect, with its powerful clans and gentry flocking to it, was absolutely no less than the early period of any newly established unified dynasty.

Seeing the dejected state of the city lord's high-ranking officials, someone finally lost their temper.

"The matter is not yet settled. How can you listen to only one side and undermine your own morale? Guards, drag this guy who is sowing discord out of the army out and execute him."

"No!"

With a scream from outside the door, the higher-ups inside the Heavenly Principle Sect finally managed to regain their composure on the surface.

"Since things have come to this, we should think about how to deal with it."

The hour of Xu (7-9 PM).

After failing to escape south following the chaos in the capital, Shen Yanqiu, now serving as a clerk in the army, was conscripted by the Heavenly Principle Sect and is quite uneasy.

He walked out of the barracks wearing a thin shirt.

A cold wind blew, and he suddenly heard faint whispers.

"King Wu... the food smells good... I'm hungry."

Shen Yanqiu subconsciously touched his arm—

Ever since witnessing King Wu's mighty display that day, he has been filled with admiration and has been secretly training at home. Now, he has even developed a thin layer of muscle.

Although he still looked thin and weak, after the hardships of fleeing the capital, he was finally more agile than before.

"It's a pity that back in the Hanlin Academy, I was so arrogant and complacent that I forgot to learn some martial arts techniques. I had to figure it out on my own, and I really don't know when I would ever achieve anything in martial arts..."

"It is said that King Wu wanted to compile the Cloud Dragon Classic. I wonder what kind of extraordinary skill and method that would be used. What a pity."

With a soft sigh, Shen Yanqiu glanced at the barracks and quietly pasted it onto the wall.

"I don't know which scoundrel dared to spread rumors in the army, saying that King Wu has returned, but our leader and the Great Snow Mountain Lord died outside. They have no knowledge at all. The most outstanding people in the world are like immortals on land. How could they die so easily? They deserve to be killed!"

"Back when the uprising started, I witnessed the leader take action. Prefect Yang was targeting us fiercely, but the leader only glanced at that corrupt official from afar, and that official resigned and committed suicide that very night!"

"A divine intervention!"

Amidst the gasps of surprise, an incongruous voice suddenly rang out:

"But the rice over there smells so good! It looks like it's soaked in a lot of oil. I just ate, and my stomach is rumbling..."

Shen Yanqiu shuddered inexplicably.

"Master Lin and the Great Snow Mountain Lord are also dead?"

Although he also didn't believe the news.

Even during the height of the Qing Dynasty, the Great Snow Mountain Lord was a powerful figure whom the emperor could not even meet in the capital. How could someone like him or Master Lin be so easily harmed?

But when he thought of the might of King Wu in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, sweeping through thousands of troops, killing grandmasters, and tearing apart two emperors, he was immediately filled with a sense of peace.

King Wu is still more frightening!

Seeing that the military camp was not well defended, he didn't even pack his luggage, clothes, or travel money in the barracks. He found a dog hole that he had previously buried and crawled out of the city.

"My intuition is usually very accurate, I hope... ..."

Before he could regret or hesitate, he faced the city gates of King Wu's army, outside the city wall to his north.

A violent and fierce aura rose from afar and then approached the city lord's mansion at an extremely fast speed. Even though it was a thousand meters away, Shen Yanqiu could feel the overwhelming power that made his hands and feet go weak.

Shen Yanqiu licked his dry lips and murmured:

"Martial... Martial King!"