After the spiritual energy was restored: Goddess girlfriends came knocking.

The central area of ​​the Demon Realm.

A giant mountain hangs upside down under the sky, its upper half as if it had been sliced ​​flat by a sword, leaving a smooth cross-section.

A magnificent palace complex sits atop it.

Looking up from the ground, all you can see are the jagged boulders at the foot of the mountain and the faint outlines of eaves in the clouds.

This is the Suspended Mountain, the dojo of Yu Sheng, the lord of the Ten Thousand Demon Domain.

At this moment, a man was sitting on a chair directly above the central hall.

His face was thin and sinister, with high cheekbones and sharp, hawk-like eyes. His long, dark golden hair was loose over his shoulders and unbound.

He leaned casually against the back of the chair, one hand supporting his chin.

Feather Saint.

This is not a title or an honorific; it's just his name.

His name is Yu Sheng.

To dare to use such a name in the Demon Realm, one must naturally possess the strength to match it.

Two thousand years ago, it had already reached the peak of the Mahayana stage. Its true form was the Golden-Winged Roc, with the bloodline of an ancient ferocious bird. Although it was not as rare as a true dragon, it was still enough to make it stand out among all demons.

At that moment, a demon walked into the hall.

To be precise, it was a bear.

Even when bent over, it is still more than three meters tall, and its shoulders and back are as thick as a city wall.

Ironback Black Bear, Mountain Demon, one of the most capable henchmen of Feather Saint, a mid-stage Mahayana demon cultivator, whose baleful aura was so dense that it almost solidified.

He stopped before the throne, knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and said in a deep, rumbling voice, "Master."

Yu Sheng did not look at him.

His gaze passed over his head and landed on the surging sea of ​​clouds outside the hall, and he spoke as if to himself.

A mouse has moved into my yard.

Shan Kui raised his head, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

"That city called Chang'an," Yu Sheng said, his gaze still fixed on the sea of ​​clouds, "go and take care of it."

The mountain monster grinned, revealing a row of gleaming white fangs.

"Yes, ma'am."

He stood up and slowly retreated into the shadows outside the hall.

The sound of iron hooves pounding the ground gradually faded into the distance.

After he left the main hall, Yu Sheng slowly withdrew his gaze and leaned back in his chair.

The sea of ​​clouds surged, and the wind rushed in from outside the palace gate, causing his dark golden hair to sway slightly.

……

Chang'an City.

Jiang Yan was naturally unaware that an even greater crisis was about to unfold.

Cang Yao hasn't returned yet, but news has already arrived from the Tu Shan capital.

He stood by the window of the main hall of the city lord's mansion, holding a secret letter in his hand.

When Ruoshui ascended the throne, Tushan Lie was seriously injured, and Tushan Yao committed suicide.

He had read the contents of the secret letter several times, its complex meaning churning in his mind.

A ruler of a dynasty is indeed a ruler of a dynasty; even when he is under house arrest in a forbidden area, he can still overturn the chessboard when the time is right.

However, Ruoshui's rapid rise to power is probably not as simple as just being "seriously injured".

He closed the secret letter, as if he had remembered something.

They sent someone to invite Tu Shan Jing, Pei Xiao, Cang Wu, Lu Zhan Shuang, and several generals who had followed them all the way from the Northern Border to the council hall.

Soon, everyone had arrived.

After everyone was seated, Jiang Yan briefly recounted the changes that had occurred in the capital of Tushan.

When everyone learned that Tu Shanlie had regained control and Ruoshui had succeeded to the throne, their expressions visibly relaxed.

They were all people who had fought alongside Tu Shanlie for half their lives, and none of them could hide their feelings for their former master. Lu Zhanshuang laughed heartily and repeatedly said "good."

These generals, who fought their way out of the northern border with Jiang Yan, now belong to the Chang'an Army, but their roots are in Tushan.

Even though they were determined to stay, their deep-seated loyalty to their homeland never truly died out.

Now that he knows Tu Shanlie has regained the throne and Ruoshui has succeeded him, and that he is no longer a "traitor," the huge weight on his heart has finally been lifted.

After they had processed the news, Jiang Yan said that if they wanted to go back to Tushan, they could just go directly; following Ruoshui was the same as following him.

The generals exchanged glances upon hearing this.

Tu Shan Jing shook his head first.

"We defended Chang'an with our own swords and spears, and it needs us more here. As for how to explain things to His Majesty—" he smiled, "it's not too late to go back once Chang'an is truly secure."

Pei Xiao crossed his arms and snorted, "It's the same for me wherever I am, as long as there's a war to fight."

Cangwu glanced at Jiang Yan and said indifferently, "I have nothing to do when I go back."

On the contrary, Lu Zhanshuang said that he needed to go back to Muyun City. He had been a hands-off manager for too long, so he planned to go back and handle some things before returning.

Jiang Yan nodded and said nothing more, but simply bowed to everyone.

Zhou Caiwei, who was standing near the palace gate, took in the whole scene.

She had been staying by Jiang Yan's side for the past two days, and Tu Shan Ruoshui naturally knew this.

His fingers unconsciously rubbed the strips of cloth wrapped around the hilt of the sword, and the thought in his mind became clearer and clearer.

If Tu Shan Ruoshui can do it, why can't I?

Moreover, she knew that Cang Yao had gone to see Ruo Shui, and decided to wait for her to return to see what Ruo Shui's attitude was before making any plans.

Jiang Yan led everyone out of the city lord's mansion and into the military training ground.

At this time, there were nearly 500,000 soldiers in Chang'an City, most of whom were human and most of them were at the Foundation Establishment stage or above.

The camp commanders were all at the Nascent Soul stage, their ranks were perfectly aligned, and their aura of menace was overwhelming.

Chang'an City seems to have created a siphon effect, drawing in almost all the outstanding humans from the Myriad Demon Realm.

Even many demon-race dynasties and cities that did not oppose humans began to actively establish trade relations with Chang'an City.

During this period, caravans came and went in an endless stream, and various resources flowed into the city through the official roads.

Jiang Yan arrived at the demon camp.

The soldiers stationed here are veteran demon soldiers who fought alongside him all the way from the northern border, including those who didn't leave during the last great battle.

Upon seeing Jiang Yan walk in, everyone simultaneously stopped their training and bowed to him with great enthusiasm.

Jiang Yan stepped onto the reviewing stand, his gaze sweeping over the familiar faces below.

"The coup in Tushan Capital is over," Jiang Yan said. "With the new emperor on the throne, you are no longer rebels."

There was a moment of silence in the audience, then a buzz of discussion erupted.

Jiang Yan raised his hand to quiet his voice before continuing, "So, everyone can go home now. If you want to go back to see your families, report to your battalion commander and go back in batches. There's only one requirement—"

He paused for a moment, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Remember to come back."

The demon formation remained silent for a moment, then a bull demon with a broken horn roared first: "Yes!" This shout was like opening a floodgate, and the entire demon training ground erupted in chaos, the roar shaking the flags on the city wall.

"Long live the city lord!" Someone shouted first, and then everyone else followed suit.

Jiang Yan stood on the high platform, watching the demon soldiers who were dancing with excitement, and smiled.