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Chapter 103 All Heroes Under Heaven Follow, History Recounted on the Eve of the Decisive Battle

"Great hero, good news! Elders Lianming and Liandu of Shenji Mountain have arrived with 124 disciples to provide assistance!"

"This must be the fifteenth major sect to come and help! Haha, as the saying goes, those who follow the righteous path receive much help. Hero Lin is indeed a righteous person, and the whole world follows his lead!"

"I, an old man, have long been secluded in the mountains, and aside from crafting some small trinkets, I have no other skills. My journey here is to witness how a Grandmaster sweeps away the Demon Realm. A man who lives a full life without witnessing this battle will truly die with regrets!"

"I have long admired you, Master Lin. My name is Qian Ruhai, from the humble Hengtong Trading Company. We are honored to receive your greetings. Our lord has also heard of your deeds, Master Lin, and has specifically instructed us to spare no effort to ensure the smooth flow of trade routes and to expedite the delivery of all goods needed by the righteous army. This time, I am bringing three thousand shi of rice, two hundred iron spears, fifteen sets of iron armor, one hundred powerful crossbows and bows, one thousand arrows, and twelve warhorses as a congratulatory gift. I wish you, Master Lin, swift success, unparalleled achievements, and a name that resounds throughout the land!"

"Report! Report! Reporting to Hero Lin, the current leader of the martial arts alliance, leading three thousand heroes of the Righteous Qi Hall, has arrived ten miles behind our forces and has dispatched a messenger to inform us!"

As Lin Zhuo led his team deeper into the snowy region, more and more people from the Central Plains rushed to join the rebel army.

Among them are many familiar faces, such as Wan Taoxian, the Wave-Shocking Blade; Ding Shiyuan, the Point-of-Dawn Swordsman; and Su Qiwei, the Flowing Feather Iron Fan. They are now famous in the martial arts world because they once fought against a Grandmaster and did not die at the hands of the bloodthirsty Lin Juxia.

The reunion with old friends, though only a few dozen days had passed, felt like a lifetime apart. Facing the magnificent achievements to be established in the snowy land, all the past events could be laughed off. Upon meeting again, they were no longer rivals, but rather allies.

The addition of these strong and capable personnel brought many new problems and troubles, such as lurking spies and agents. However, these cultured and capable military men were willing to follow Lin Zhuo's orders, which effectively relieved his administrative pressure.

Then came the merchant guilds. The five major merchant guilds in the world all grew up in the struggles between martial arts sects. They always had supplies during major battles. The guilds could provide any military supplies. As long as enough money was paid, they could deliver goods even through mountains of knives and seas of fire, or treacherous cliffs. Martial arts masters could use their leaping techniques to cross dangerous roads that cattle and horses could not traverse.

It should be said that Lin Zhuo has face now. It can also be said that the Demonic Sect is really too hated. When the owners of the five major merchants heard that a Grandmaster from the Central Plains was showing great power in the Western Regions, they were honored and mobilized manpower and resources, and did not hesitate to travel thousands of miles to the Snow Region to provide logistical support.

The rebel army swept through many temples and cities, looting piles of gold, silver and jewels. It was only natural for Lin Zhuo to use these treasures to purchase supplies from the caravan.

Many righteous sects, and even some sects that are neither entirely righteous nor entirely evil, have dispatched a group of elites to provide assistance. They are willing to accept bloodshed and sacrifice, and as long as they can witness this unprecedented battle, what is there to fear in death?

Even more excited than these martial arts sects was the Martial Alliance. After careful consideration, Alliance Leader Luo Jueyun decided that this was a great battle that could not be missed and should not be missed. In the past, the Yongjun Blade Sect led heroes from various sects to invade the snowy region and destroy the main sect of the Demonic Sect. Such achievements have been sung to this day. How could later generations allow the ancients to monopolize the glory?

Even if the evil cult resurfaces again as it has in history, it won't stop people today from crushing these demons and monsters and bringing peace to the world.

Luo Jueyun is a very important character in the "Cangcheng" dungeon, and he is comparable to Tie Yingjie. He is a typical young and promising politician with lofty ambitions to eliminate deep-seated problems and change the landscape of the martial arts world. His own strength is also among the top in the martial arts world.

According to the official timeline, Luo Jueyun ultimately served as a powerful ally, helping Tie Yingjie kill the Demonic Cult's Wise and Brave King and wipe out the Rain Blade Hall. In other words, he did not directly confront the Great Hero Demonic Cult. But now, he is willing to face the pressure of the entire Snow Region alongside Lin Zhuo.

With the support of the Righteous Hall of the Martial Alliance, the rebel army's supply lines were basically secure, and without any worries, the army could move at a faster pace.

Lin Zhuo and Luo Jueyun met. They were both young, energetic and ambitious. There was no need for formalities. They simply exchanged pleasantries and quickly established a good friendship. They had a very pleasant conversation.

"I originally thought that Alliance Leader Luo was too busy dealing with the disaster in Shuanghe Prefecture to pay attention to this matter, but I never expected that he would come in person for such a small thing on my side."

"I truly don't know how to respond to what you've said, Master Lin. The disaster victims of Shuanghe Prefecture are certainly important, but aren't the Demonic Sect in the Western Desolate Regions important too? Moreover, thanks to the assistance of your esteemed senior brother, Zhu Baixuan, the Beggars' Sect has now established a firm foothold, and the two successors of the sect leader can gradually advance the disaster relief efforts, no longer requiring the intervention of our Martial Alliance. Naturally, this frees up our time to lend you a helping hand, Master Lin."

Lin Zhuo nodded and gazed eastward. He had been in contact with the captain these past few days and knew the progress of the Beggars' Sect side quest.

"The flood in Shuanghe Prefecture was secretly orchestrated by the Demonic Sect. Although they are not responsible for every evil deed in the world, when something seems amiss, it is always right to suspect the Demonic Sect first."

"So, Lin Juxia's large-scale attack on the Demonic Sect's sacred mountain has forced many members of the Demonic Sect to retreat to the Snow Region, which must have greatly alleviated the conspiracy crisis in Shuanghe Prefecture. Could this be considered an unexpected bonus?"

"It just happened to be the right time. Although I always have plans, I often act on impulse. When things are about to happen, no one can predict how they will deal with them. We can only take it one step at a time. I didn't come to the Western Regions with the intention of directly provoking these bastards, but since the die is cast, I might as well go all the way."

Seeing that this grandmaster was eloquent and had many unique insights that coincided with his own, Luo Jueyun secretly regarded him as a close friend. From then on, whenever Lin Zhuo had free time, he would use official business as an excuse to get rid of his attendants, secretly take a pot of wine, and come to Lin Zhuo to talk.

Days passed like this, until the last day of autumn, when the rebel army had approached the foot of the holy mountain.

The magnificent and pristine white Holy Palace of the Righteous Law can be seen in the distance, while the banners of the Demonic Cult's army stand tall and their camps stretch endlessly. The sounds of their drums and musical instruments can already be faintly heard, like the clamor of ocean waves.

Tomorrow is the day of the decisive battle.

Tomorrow will be the day when Lin Zhuo and the Demonic Cult's Dharma King face off in a life-or-death battle.

After nearly a month of arduous marching and hardship, all the pent-up anger and resentment will be revealed after sunrise.

But tonight, everything seems to be as usual.

At night, Lin Zhuo stood atop the flagpole, while the martial arts alliance leader held onto the wooden pole with one hand, hanging in the air like a flag. They enjoyed the breeze, admired the moon, scouted, drank wine, and chatted intimately.

"Does Master Lin believe it feasible to subdue all the sects in the world with his own strength, establish rules for the martial arts world that everyone must abide by?"

"Strongman politics certainly has its merits, but the problem is that if there is no successor after the strongman dies, the achievements he made during his lifetime will quickly collapse and dissipate."

"Master Lin, with your magnanimous heart and far-reaching vision, do you have a solution to this?"

"No, I didn't. All heroes who aspire to change the world are merely students of history, and the history of this world doesn't seem ready to give us an answer yet. The utopian future I know of may not be suitable for this martial arts world with its warriors. I should say that I also want to use the history here to explore future practical directions, but unfortunately, I won't live to see that day."

Upon hearing this, Luo Jueyun felt a deep sense of desolation, for his long-held desire to subdue the various martial arts factions through force had been rejected by a more powerful martial artist. He looked up at Lin Zhuo, only to find the man as calm as ever, showing no sign of discouragement.

The thought of charging into battle tomorrow, facing the 30,000-strong army of the Demonic Sect, countless experts, and facing a true mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, making it uncertain whether he would return, made Luo Jueyun's heart clench with anxiety. Yet, the person in front of him remained completely unmoved.

The leader of the martial arts alliance sighed inwardly. This man was truly a great hero, and it was no mere politeness. How could future generations believe that such a person had ever existed in the world?

"Isn't what Master Lin is doing now precisely about overturning the martial arts world single-handedly? Why aren't you afraid that your death will end your rule?"

"To give up the fight and to renounce one's cause out of fear of its eventual demise is the mindset of a fool. History has taught me at least one thing."

"I would like to hear the details."

"Everything happens twice. The first time might be a tragedy, and the second time it might be a comedy. As a strong person, the mark you leave in this world can be not only achievements, but also lessons, so that those who come after you can learn from your experience and make mistakes."

All the mistakes of our predecessors will eventually be transformed into benefits by the movement of history, so we should go all out and do it, without asking about the results or the future. I only see the present world calling me, urging me to unleash all my strength to defeat and crush this fucking shit place!

In the long night wind, the martial arts alliance leader, who had been silent for a long time, finally sighed with heartfelt admiration, and then laughed heartily.

"Master Lin, don't rush into battle tomorrow. Don't leave me too far behind, or I won't be able to see you cut off that evil monk's head."

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