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

In the days that followed, the air in Chang'an was as taut as a bowstring.

The number of street vendors has decreased significantly, replaced by patrolling squads of armored soldiers.

The craftsmen on the city wall worked in shifts day and night, their carving knives never stopping as they reinforced the array patterns.

In the marketplace, people spontaneously gathered at the foot of the Preaching Monument, clasped their hands together, and looked up at the golden inscription on the monument.

The sounds of prayer converged from every neighborhood and market to the city center, continuing day and night.

Aside from his daily official duties, Jiang Yan had been studying the book "The Method of Lighting Lamps to Illuminate the Night".

Although the booklet contains only a few hundred words, every sentence is worth pondering repeatedly.

At this moment, sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, he circulated the merit within his body according to the method, and a cluster of pale golden flames lit up at his fingertips.

The flame was only slightly higher than the candle flame, but the power it contained made even Jiang Yan secretly tremble with fear.

One's own merits seem to be no less than one's luck.

It is likely that most of this merit came from the refugees taken in by Chang'an.

With the power of aspiration gathered by the preaching stele, its foundation has become quite profound without us even realizing it.

With this trump card, the outline of Jiang Yan's plan became clearer and clearer.

But now is not the time to think about those things; we need to get through this difficult time first.

The scouts left outside were sending back new military reports every day.

The people of Suspended Mountain have gathered troops from at least six dynasties. In addition to the Tianlang, Xuanyu, and Yinshan, which they had fought before, there are two more unfamiliar banners this time.

Armies from various countries are assembling, and their exact numbers are difficult to estimate.

Jiang Yan looked at the Tushan flag on the military newspaper, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

It's been a long time since I replied to Ruoshui's last letter.

The last letter was informing me that I was going to receive the inheritance, and I don't know how it is now.

The Dragon Court of the East Sea.

Cang Xiaoxiao stood on the star-gazing platform, in front of her was a complete map of the Xuan Tian Realm formed by the condensation of water.

All the markings of the four seas have been incorporated into the Dragon Court's jurisdiction, with vast expanses of blue water connecting on the map.

Ao Tianxin stood beside her with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the red dot on the map of the Myriad Demon Realm: Chang'an.

The news of the Suspended Mountain's alliance with the demon dynasty to besiege Chang'an caused quite a stir. The intelligence network of the Four Seas was more sophisticated than that of any dynasty, so they were naturally aware of it.

"That bastard Yu Sheng," Ao Tianxin's voice was as cold as the undercurrents of the deep sea, "back then he spouted nonsense on Mount Xuankong, saying that the Golden-Winged Roc feeds on dragons. I didn't bother to pick a fight with him, but he delivered himself to my doorstep."

Cang Xiaoxiao tilted her head and glanced at the teacher.

"Teacher, I want to take some people to Chang'an first."

Ao Tianxin looked up at her.

"The world has just been unified, and there are still many things that need to be handled personally by the teacher." Xiao Xiao tilted her head back. "I can take a group of people over first."

Ao Tianxin looked at the little girl in front of him, a hint of relief rising in his eyes.

Xiao Xiao is now at the peak of the Integration Realm and possesses the body of the Xuanwu, so there is no need to worry too much.

"Go ahead." Ao Tianxin reached out and ruffled her hair. "Go pick someone yourself."

Cang Xiaoxiao nodded vigorously, then turned and ran outside.

After running a few steps, he turned back, rummaged through his storage bag, pulled out a jar of wine, and shoved it into Ao Tianxin's hand: "This is a tribute from the Western Sea Whale Clan. They say it's better than the ones you drank before." Then he dashed off.

Ao Tianxin looked down at the wine jar in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

I uncorked it and took a sip; it was indeed quite good.

A moment later, a large crowd gathered outside the Dragon Court.

The first batch of elite troops drawn from all corners of the country are already lined up at the front.

At the front of the line stood more than twenty young people.

Some had vertical pupils like hawks, some had horns on their foreheads, and some were surrounded by nascent water dragon phantoms.

Their cultivation level is at least at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage; any one of them could be placed in the ancestral hall of a nation.

They are disciples of the Hidden Abyss Pavilion, among the most outstanding geniuses of the younger generation in the Dragon Court.

At this moment, these geniuses were all extremely excited, exchanging glances and whispering among themselves.

"Finally, I can go out for some fresh air!"

"Those bastards on Suspended Mountain always think they're so high and mighty. This time, we'll teach them a lesson they won't forget."

Cang Xiaoxiao stood at the front of the formation and glanced back at them.

The chattering voices instantly fell silent.

"Set off."

……

The capital of Tushan, deep within the imperial mausoleum.

A powerful aura suddenly emanated from the depths of the ancestral land, and nine ghostly blue fox tail phantoms soared into the sky.

Each fox tail was surrounded by a pale golden halo, slowly unfurling in the air and dyeing the clouds above the entire imperial mausoleum a color of interwoven gold and blue.

As Tu Shanlie stood at the entrance of the ancestral land, he instantly relaxed upon sensing that aura.

Tu Shan Yingxue held her husband's hand, a relieved smile appearing on her lips.

A moment later, the stone gate slowly opened, and a tall, slender figure emerged from the depths of the ancestral land.

Her long hair cascaded down to her waist like an ink waterfall, with a few strands hanging down her chest, slightly obscuring her face that had lost its childishness.

Her features were more mature than before she received the inheritance, the roundness of her youth had faded, her jawline was more defined, and the corners of her fox eyes were slightly upturned, with a faint blue light flowing in the depths of her eyes.

The most noticeable change is her temperament; she now exudes an indescribable charm in every gesture.

That was the unique attraction of the fox clan after their bloodline awakened, carrying a touch of innate aggression.

If Lin Chu were here, she would probably find that this face completely overlaps with the woman in her memory who drove the Ferrari.

He's at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, just one step away from reaching the Void Refinement stage.

Tu Shanlie looked at his daughter, his eyes slightly moist.

This girl has finally grown up.

Ruoshui walked towards her parents, and Tushan Yingxue stepped forward, took her daughter's hand, and looked her up and down: "How do you feel?"

"Very good." Ruoshui smiled, her slightly upturned fox eyes showing a hint of composure. "Better than ever before."

Back in the main hall of the palace, Ruoshui went straight to the imperial desk and picked up the battle reports that had accumulated over the past period.

Aside from Tushan, there were the military forces of the five countries, plus the people of Xuankong Mountain.

Moreover, the people from Suspended Mountain have not yet been mobilized; currently, only the allied forces of the six nations are gathering. It seems that the real threat is yet to come.

She secretly considered the current strength of Tushan. Although there were no more Grand Masters to guard it, the two Grand Masters of the Integration Realm and several Grand Masters of the Refinement Realm were still there, which was still a considerable force.

However, this force is insignificant in the face of the suspended mountain.

Openly defying the Hanging Mountain would be tantamount to giving them a legitimate excuse to clean up Tu Mountain.

However, it was impossible for him to lead his troops to attack Chang'an himself.

After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't come up with a perfect solution.

Ruoshui spread out the paper and picked up her pen to write a letter to Jiang Yan.

The letter described the current situation.

As I approached the end, I hesitated for a moment, the pen lingering on the paper for a brief instant, before quickly adding a sentence.

—I miss you a little.