526 One Breath Towards the Sky Sword

With a light tap of the foot, one soars into the sky, the thick rock wall above is as easy as an arrow piercing tofu. Standing in mid-air, surrounded by white clouds, the vast mountains are all within sight.

With a slight stirring in my mind, I waited quietly for a moment.

The violent fluctuations around him came and went quickly, and Wei Ming had already arrived.

Wei Ming respectfully replied, "Greetings, Your Excellency."

Nodding slightly, he looked at the transformed Wei Ming and was filled with amazement.

A piece of demonic dragon meat appeared in his hand, and a powerful force seemed to emanate from it, containing boundless power and immense attraction.

Wei Ming's eyes revealed undisguised longing as he thanked her, "Thank you, sir."

The demonic dragon meat flew over quickly, and he said softly, 'The hidden danger has been eliminated, but we still need to be careful.'

He paused for a moment, then bowed his head in a gesture of human-like joy, saying gratefully, "Thank you, sir."

When I looked up, there was nothing there; it was as if no one had ever been there.

Holding the demonic dragon meat in his hand, Wei Ming felt a surge of excitement. On the day the demonic dragon arrived, the world was thrown into chaos, and all living beings in the Hundred Thousand Mountains bowed down in submission, with no bird or beast able to resist its might.

A surge of heroic spirit welled up within him; 'How magnificent a man could be then!'

Using his innate talent, he quickly vanished into the wind.

He quickly swallowed the demonic dragon meat in one gulp, and an extremely powerful and domineering force exploded within his body, like a raging fire and churning magma.

The domineering power ignored all obstacles, rampaging recklessly, causing the body to tremble uncontrollably. Bones and meridians were broken and reassembled, and the power of the bloodline had to be transformed into a part of oneself.

He Chen used the Cloud Wind Steps, stepping on floating clouds, and quickly headed towards the city.

Inside the mansion, in the washroom, though it was daytime, it was as lively as a festival. Jingzhai, Hanlinling, Lianxiuxiu, Yunsu, Yunqing, Fanghua, Weilan, and Huiru were as happy as magpies, surrounding Shen Lang.

Gently straighten your clothes.

Han Linling looked at the dragon scale armor that had disappeared inside the inner armor and asked softly.

After a brief explanation, Han Linling touched the material, which was even harder than dragon scales, and exclaimed incredulously, "Horizontal training is indeed powerful."

She glanced at him with captivating charm, her sweetness undisguised.

The water rippled gently, and the sound never stopped.

It didn't stop until the early morning of the next day.

With the return of the city lord, the city immediately came alive.

Upon receiving the news in Changzhou, Yun Heiyi and the others felt inexplicably at ease.

Although the group believed they could handle most situations, the recent appearances of powerful monsters and the Demon Emperor still made them feel somewhat uncertain.

Although many in the One Qi Alliance have turned to demonic cultivation, their lineage remains intact. The cultivation techniques and secret manuals collected within, along with the complete One Qi Ascending to Heaven Sword, allow the sword energy to take form. This formless sword energy gathers the power of the surrounding heaven and earth, and nothing can withstand its cutting.

Sword cultivators risk their lives, which is dangerous, and they also desire longevity. It is naturally difficult to have both. Is there any cultivation method in the world that can achieve both?

He turned to demonic cultivation, indulging his desires to the fullest. After living in comfort for too long, he began to believe that the world should be under his control. Without the Holy Emperor's suppression, he was able to unleash his true potential, living freely and unrestrained, in a world where the strong prey on the weak.

Sacrificing ordinary people and martial artists to gain power and life force is like drinking poison to quench thirst. It cannot be stopped, because stopping would be an unacceptable scene, making them even more withered, surrounded by death energy, and their bodies begin to stink.

The immense power gained through cultivation can inadvertently elevate one to a position of superiority, granting power, beauty, and a lifespan far exceeding that of ordinary people. However, it also makes one highly susceptible to losing oneself, as who can resist the allure of wine, women, wealth, and power?

Cultivation is like cultivating the mind.

Yun Heiyi tidied up the assets of the Qi Alliance and the corrupt families, shops, and land in the city, as well as vast amounts of fertile land, mountains, and industries, effectively monopolizing most of the livelihoods in the city.

'No wonder he's rolling in money, all he wants is immortality,' Yun Heiyi said softly.

Hearing this, Zhang Dazhuang was taken aback, then agreed, "The general is right, they're rolling in money. If my family had that kind of wealth, I wouldn't have joined the army."

Shaking his head, anger in his eyes, he was adrift and wandering.

Yun Heiyi nodded slightly and whispered to Mu Shanlong, Gu Shanqing, and Zhang Dazhuang, "Keep all these manuals safe and hand them over to the adults when we get back."

Regarding these fertile fields and hills, the young lady replied that they should be handled as usual, but the taxes would temporarily be 10% higher than in the border town. The shopkeeper's wife would arrange for someone to run the business normally.

Furthermore, the merits of all the soldiers have been recorded and will be distributed to everyone upon our return.

Mu Shanlong, Gu Shanqing, Zhang Dazhuang, and the others bowed towards the border town, saying, "Thank you, sir; thank you, madam."

At dawn, a group of three men, Yuan Cangming, Chu Ci, and Bu Yaoyao, traveled swiftly in an oxcart. They stopped for the night outside Changzhou and hired an oxcart the next day to continue their journey at a slower pace.

The changes that occurred in the Yiqi Alliance and Changzhou City over the past few days may seem insignificant to those at the bottom, but they may also seem significant.

The salt gangs, firewood gangs, and fish gangs of the past vanished completely overnight.

Along the way, news kept coming that, "Zhang Dahu is dead! He's really dead! That damned bastard is finally dead! I heard he was pierced through the head by a soldier's spear; it's split open."

"Yes, that snake-headed guy who called himself the Snake King is dead too. He was beheaded in the market."

"I heard yesterday that all the fertile land around here is going to be rented out. They'll provide seeds, and you'll have to hand over 40% of the harvest. There's no rent during famine years. I don't know if it's true, but it probably is. If we can, we'd like to rent a few acres; it's much safer than the area around the mountains."

A light and relaxed tone, a hint of caution without fear.

There are more pedestrians coming and going, and the ordinary people entering and leaving the city no longer have so much gloom in their eyes.

Outside the city, in a wide open space, smoke swirled, and the air carried the heavy smell of cooking fires, along with the occasional sound of weeping—from the elderly, children, and young people.

Yuan Cangming asked the driver in a low voice, "Uncle Ding, what's going on over there?"

Uncle Ding loosened the rope in his hand slightly, a hint of sympathy and sigh in his eyes, and said softly, "Young master, these are the families of people who have disappeared one after another over the years. Especially recently, several young people have disappeared almost every few days."

There were men and women, mostly young and strong, and of decent appearance.

We initially thought it was the work of wild animals, but it turns out they were almost all... These past few days, the constables have been telling us to be patient, only to find out they're all gone...

The tone was one of grief and indignation, but even more so of helplessness.

Yuan Cangming said in a low voice, "In the past, didn't the government do anything about situations like this?"

Uncle Ding spoke cautiously, almost inaudibly, "In the past, almost everyone in the government office shared the same surname."

Yuan Cangming remained silent and did not press the matter further. He had gained a deeper understanding: "Read ten thousand books and travel ten thousand miles, and the road will not deceive you."