My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The deep yet stirring sound of war drums, like the roar of an ancient beast, resounded across the sky above Chang'an.

Above the sky, the winds and clouds change color.

Over a hundred giant spirit ships, each hundreds of feet long, hovered above the imperial city, blotting out the sun.

The spirit boat was made entirely of dark, ancient black wood, with densely packed defensive array patterns that shimmered with a ghostly blue light engraved on its surface.

The enormous sails fluttered under the influence of spiritual energy, resembling a black steel jungle suspended upside down in the sky.

And on the main ship at the very center.

A large, gold-plated banner embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon and the character "Tang" was fluttering wildly in the wind, exuding supreme majesty that could suppress all directions.

On the reviewing stand.

Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty wore a set of dazzling armor and a purple-gold crown.

He placed his hands on the Emperor's Sword at his waist, his posture upright like a pine tree, like an invincible war god, looking down at the 100,000 Xuanjia Immortal Cultivators who had assembled below.

"Soldiers of the Great Tang!"

Li Shimin circulated his profound true energy at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and his voice, like rolling thunder, resounded throughout the entire city of Chang'an.

"Those Turkic barbarians, so faithless and treacherous! They invaded our borders and slaughtered our people!"

"This blood feud is irreconcilable!"

"Today, our army marches forth; we will not return until we have utterly defeated the enemy!"

One hundred thousand Tang Dynasty Xuanjia soldiers raised their Mo Dao swords, which shimmered with runes, and roared in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

A ferocious fighting spirit soared into the sky, even dispersing the clouds above.

Li Shimin looked at this invincible army, capable of sweeping away everything, with a deep fervor flashing in his eyes.

to be frank.

As the General of Heavenly Strategy who once conquered the world on horseback.

Seeing such a luxurious lineup and this unprecedented national war of cultivation and combat, Li Shimin felt more distressed than if he were being scratched by a cat.

He dreamed of personally drawing the Emperor's Sword and charging to the front lines to wreak havoc.

but.

Just last night, as he excitedly polished his armor in the imperial study, preparing to personally lead the army into battle.

Wei Zheng, the Duke of Zheng, was the number one critic of the Tang Dynasty.

A person moved a small stool.

They blocked the entrance to the Imperial Study.

Wei Zheng only said one sentence at the time: "If Your Majesty dares to leave the capital without permission, this old minister will summon eight phantom images of ancient sages to surround your imperial carriage day and night."

"When you slay the enemy, this old minister will recite the Analects in your ear until you return victorious!"

Just thinking about that scene...

Li Shimin immediately felt a chill; all his dreams of personally leading an expedition were shattered in an instant.

He was almost driven crazy by four old men giving him a three-dimensional lecture, let alone eight!

then.

The Tang emperor could only suppress his bleeding heart and find a plausible reason.

"I am the Emperor of the Great Tang Dynasty, bearing the dragon veins of the world upon my shoulders. I must reside in Chang'an to secure the rear base for the dynasty's destiny!"

Li Shimin spoke with righteous indignation on the platform.

Then.

He suddenly turned his head and stared at Li Chen, who was standing to the side, looking unwilling and yawning wildly.

"Sixteenth Prince Li Chen, heed the imperial decree!"

Li Shimin shouted loudly.

"I'm here!..." Li Chen weakly cupped his hands in greeting.

"I hereby appoint you as the Grand Marshal of the Great Tang Expeditionary Army! Lead the expedition and pacify the northern frontier!"

Without hesitation, Li Shimin dumped this huge burden... no, this glorious task, directly onto Li Chen's head.

Before Li Chen could refuse...

Cheng Yaojin and Yuchi Gong, who had been unable to contain themselves for a long time, pounced on them from the left and right like two hungry wolves.

"Your Highness! What are you waiting for? Get on the ship!"

Cheng Yaojin hoisted Li Chen onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and strode towards the spirit boat.

"Holy shit! Put me down! You son of a bitch!"

Li Chen struggled wildly, but in order not to reveal his cultivation level and injure Cheng Yaojin, he could only helplessly be "kidnapped" onto the commander's ship by this group of old rascals.

"Boom!"

The formation roared.

Hundreds of spirit ships rose from the ground amidst the gale, transforming into a dark cloud, and sped off towards the northern frontier.

……

High in the sky.

A fierce wind howled.

An atmosphere of solemnity pervaded the deck of the commander-in-chief's ship.

But this is only a superficial phenomenon.

Inside the most luxurious main cabin at the heart of the command ship.

However, the art style went completely to another bizarre extreme.

Li Chen was wearing a magnificent Grand Marshal's armor, but the armor looked loose and baggy on him.

He lay sprawled on the handsome chair covered with thick monster fur, looking like a lump of mud.

His eyes were lifeless.

His face clearly showed "I have no will to live".

"well……"

Li Chen looked at the cabin ceiling and let out his 108th sigh of the day.

He turned his head and looked at the Tang generals in the cabin with a look of despair, as if he were looking at someone with intellectual disabilities.

The atmosphere in the main cabin was as lively as during the Chinese New Year.

Cheng Yaojin was squatting on the ground, holding a top-quality whetstone, grinding his Bagua Xuanhua axe with a "crunching" sound, while making a creepy "heh-heh" laugh.

Yuchi Gong, shirtless, was frantically sticking Li Tai's latest "Thunderstorm Talisman" onto his pair of male and female whips.

Although Duke Li Jing of Wei was sitting upright to one side, he was holding a white cloth in his hand, wiping his weapon again and again, and the murderous intent in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Even Crown Prince Li Chengqian.

The usually gentle and refined crown prince was now sitting amidst a pile of longswords.

He held a golden sword with a coiled dragon in his hand, muttering incantations: "First, break its teeth to prevent it from begging for mercy, then cut off its legs to prevent it from escaping, and finally pierce its dantian... Perfect."

As for King Li Tai of Wei...

The fat man was bent over, crouching in front of a "psychic heavy cannon" that was emitting terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations, frantically adjusting the array's aim with a small wrench.

Looking at this gang that seemed to be heading to slaughter the village and seize territory.

Li Chen rubbed his temples in pain.

"I'd like to say, everyone..."

Li Chen's voice was weak and filled with resentment.

"You old geezers, you've been cooped up in Chang'an for so many years, and you've finally found a chance to legally kill someone."

"You're excited, you're fanatical, you want to go and wreak havoc."

Li Chen shrugged, "I understand all of that!"

"but!"

Li Chen suddenly sat up straight, slammed his fist on the table, and loudly accused the man.

Why did you have to drag me into this?!