Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Chapter 525 - 494 Wish Girl 4

"What Your Majesty said is absolutely right," said a military leader with a black beard, laughing. "Now that Yu Yan has left, Zhenyi Western Sect inherently harbors resentment towards the Great Dao Teaching, the so-called Five Religions Circle is nothing but a sham. The strongest point is Yue Dewen, and the weakest point is also him."

This person joined midway as a martial arts expert, and there were quite a few such experts who joined the army halfway.

Some came alone, while others came with small teams.

There was even a general who brought with him a sizable number of private soldiers seeking to join.

These people were exceptionally skilled, and upon gathering, formed their own faction within the army. Thus, a clear division formed between them and the original military leaders under King Mu Li.

"Now Yue Dewen is injured, the Great Dao Teaching is precarious, and other forces are swaying with the wind. As long as we charge forward without delay, we will surely reach the Great Capital in one go," another general who joined midway raised his cup and laughed.

In the gathering, there were dozens of martial leaders, the weakest among them being of Super Grade internal law, while a few strong ones had reached the Three Emptiness and Grandmaster level.

At this moment, amid this person’s laughter, there was a subtle tingling in the body, causing everyone’s expressions to change.

They had already felt that this group who joined midway was suspicious, but now it seemed more than just suspicious.

Looking at the familiarity and closeness between these people and the Prince, everyone had a clear understanding.

No one is a fool these days; how could they not see that these people were the Prince’s troops planted ahead of time?

"From here to the Great Capital, there is still over a month’s time, and many variables exist. It is rumored that the Weaving Elephant Army is already being redeployed. Even though we have defeated Yue Dewen, the Snow Rainbow Pavilion still needs to be faced without carelessness," King Mu Li raised his glass, smiling in reminder.

"Moreover, my few brothers are not ordinary, and they surely have hidden plans that require caution," he continued.

Although he said this, he now had numerous experts at his command: the experts from the Great Brightness Religious Alliance and the Grandmasters from Thousand Teachings Alliance joining together, plus the powerful resources he had accumulated over the years.

Furthermore, there were strong individuals from the Red List and Black List assisting hand-in-hand.

The army had smoothly expanded its military force, now reaching nearly 800,000.

The various kinds of civilians and military forces needed to transport the looted grain carts in logistics amounted to 300,000, and more grain warehouses had to be scavenged everywhere. If not for the early Red Turban Army’s deployment, the logistics alone could have exhausted King Mu Li’s army to death.

But now the situation is set, who in the Great Capital can stop such a grand momentum?!

"In such grand momentum, even if a divine general arrived personally, with so many Holy Sons and Sect Leaders assisting my army, the descent of a deity would still leave them with no way out!" Cosimo said confidently.

Now, just the representatives of divine religions gathered together in the army totaled dozens.

With such an imposing formation, and borrowing the immense consciousness gathered by the army, dozens of people together invoking the descent of deities, the consciousness of demigods that comes, not to mention Yue Dewen, even everyone god general arrives, would have to bow and retreat in disgrace.

Military power aids divine consciousness; the power of deities stems from the human mind. The consciousness of 800,000 troops stands firm in momentum, slightly assisted, akin to a mountain pressing in one direction, can instantly crush any deity’s will to pieces.

In confrontation, any enemy spirit general or god general cannot use their own divine will field to suppress opponents.

Considerably, own spirit general can use military force to amplify divine will significantly, suppress opponents, and weaken their strength.

This is the fundamental reason why god general, despite the strength of their level, also needs to lead the army.

Few at the scene understood what Cosimo mentioned.

Among them was naturally King Mu Li.

Upon hearing this, he clapped his hands and laughed.

"It’s laughable that Yue Dewen gathers the Five Religions Circle, thinking he could use sect momentum to resist suppression. Unfortunately, his so-called force is nothing but scattered sand, collapsing at a touch.

I originally thought aside from divine suppression, he has some underlying strength, but who would have thought it’s just a silver spearhead."

"I am also somewhat disappointed," Cosimo nodded. "At first confrontation, he pressured me borrowing momentum and had the upper hand, but now, as the momentum shifted, he faces oppression yet falls far short of my original stance, laughable and lamentable."

He indeed looked somewhat disappointed.

"Borrowing momentum, borrowing momentum, perhaps this first-rate expert was just someone borrowing momentum... when the grand momentum is gone, he too is like the waves retreating, revealing his true self."

"Your Majesty must not be careless, the Great Capital is full of experts, even without borrowing momentum, there are divine generals, and among those few noble families, each has an Earth Mother on worship.

However, these people are like moths, gnawing at our Great Spirit bloodline, disregarding royal discipline, indifferent to general momentum, only caring for personal interests. Deserve a thousand deaths!" A woman with purple long hair in a ponytail said coldly.

"Noble families will be dealt with later, these people wield Spirit Seal, unite with god generals, have orthodox recognition power over the empire’s throne. Without Spirit Seal recognition, no one can securely sit on the throne." King Mu Li’s smile slowly faded. "But it doesn’t matter, once we preside over the situation, there will naturally be plenty of time to deal with them."

"Seems like the Prince has long had plans," Cosimo laughed.

"I still need Your Majesty’s full support," King Mu Li looked at him, and they exchanged a knowing smile.

"Then how should the Great Dao Teaching be handled later?" someone asked.

"Yue Dewen is a talent, if willing to submit, a position can be given. If unwilling, recorded into the secret sect list, utterly eliminate the sect." King Mu Li said casually.

"Anyway, he is now injured, unable to recover in a short time. Now with Jade Void Palace retreating, Sensing Sect merely putting on appearances, the decline is apparent, not much of a threat."

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Within Wushan Prefecture.

Zhang Rongfang walked slowly on the street, observing his surroundings.

Having just acquired the third quality talent, he now plans to find a place to test it properly.

The name of Human Immortal Temple has thoroughly spread.

In the streets, conversations about the Daoists in Human Immortal Temple were heard everywhere.

Some were curious, some worried, some scared, and some yearned.

Among the stories shared casually by people, many were not by those Zhang Rongfang has even heard of.

He remembers all the Bloodlines he converted.

If even he hasn’t heard of it, it then means some Bloodlines have continued to create secondary Bloodlines.

Although these bloodlines feel close to him, they instinctively sense that the blood within them could at any time slip from their control.

So no matter how intimate they feel, most of the bloodlines within the Human Immortal Temple choose to leave voluntarily and don’t linger in Wish Girl Gorge for long.

Zhang Rongfang’s height of two and a half meters makes him quite noticeable on the street.

Not long after.

A little girl with runny nose, wearing a red bellyband and twin ponytails, appeared in his line of sight.

Currently, due to the large accumulation of supplies in Wushan Prefecture, along with recently found unclaimed goods, there’s no shortage of food within the city for now.

However, due to the rioters, one glance shows that many households have white silk draped at their doors and braziers for paper burning.

The little girl crouched in front of a wooden door’s threshold, watching the paper money in the brazier flicker under the breeze.

The paper money had been burned into black ash, but a few embers remained within.

A gust of wind scattered the ashes, revealing the glowing embers that brightened as they caught the breeze.

Zhang Rongfang deliberately walked past the little girl, "accidentally" dropping something from his pouch.

The item rolled and ended up at the girl’s feet.

She blinked and sniffed, quickly picking up the item.

It was a large copper coin, round and bright, its engraved patterns and words worn and unreadable.

One large copper coin is worth ten wen.

"Huh? I think I dropped something just now?" Zhang Rongfang pretended to pause, stopping to pat himself down.

The little girl looked at him, then resumed watching the fire by the brazier.

"....." Zhang Rongfang was somewhat speechless.

"Little girl, did you see if I dropped something?" He asked directly.

"No." The little girl replied expressionlessly.

Zhang Rongfang glanced at the large coin in her hand, silently at a loss for words.

At that, he flicked a finger, sending a small stone precisely hitting the large coin in the girl’s hand, knocking it away.

The stone substituted for the copper coin, which she continued to grasp.

Zhang Rongfang promptly stepped forward to retrieve the large coin, turning to leave.

Due to his quick pace, the little girl remained crouched, unaware.

Using the method of "accidentally" dropping coins, Zhang Rongfang roamed the city for a while.

Finally, about half an hour later, he found a small boy who picked up the coin and proactively returned it.

"To thank you for your honesty, I give you this small wooden puppet." Zhang Rongfang finally found an excuse to give away his puppet.

The boy was filthy all over, but his eyes were bright. Though his clothes were dirty, they were neatly arranged, suggesting a not-so-poor background.

"A puppet?" Before he could react, the puppet was already in his hands.

The boy was about to ask, but Zhang Rongfang had already vanished from sight.

Under the setting sun, the boy looked at the puppet in his hand, feeling inexplicably odd.

The puppet was meticulously crafted, with movable joints, and its face drawn with red lines representing features.

It even sported specially made long black hair.

The boy, feeling the puppet was too valuable, realized he could no longer find its giver.

Sighing, he accepted the puppet, with slight joy on his face.

"This way, it’s not considered food gained in shame, right?"

With the small puppet in hand, he thought his brother at home would probably like it, so he hastened his pace towards home.

The sky grew dim, nearing twilight.

With a brisk trot, the boy soon reached a somewhat desolate, quiet alley.

The alley’s ground was covered with uneven flagstones, their gray surfaces thick with black grime accumulated over the years.

An elderly blind man sat on a chair at the entrance of a household within the alley, slowly drawing a bow across an erhu, producing intermittent melancholy music.

The boy, holding the puppet, carefully avoided the old man to prevent hitting him.

The alley was so narrow that one slight misstep could knock into the chair legs.

Reaching the innermost part, the boy’s face brightened with a smile, and he quickly ran into a small house with its door ajar.

"Ah Kuan! Look what I got today?" he boasted to the small boy sitting by the bedside in the room.

The younger boy, only seven or eight years old, was peeling potatoes with a small knife. Hearing the words, he looked up, seeing the puppet in his brother’s hand.

"It’s a little wooden man!" His thin face lit up with surprise.

"Where did you get it, brother?" Ah Kuan stood up, taking the puppet from his brother, eyes almost shining.

"Such a nice puppet must be expensive, right?" Suddenly, the light in his eyes dimmed, "We’d better return it, we don’t have much money left."

"It’s alright, today on the street..." his brother quickly explained what had just happened.

Since their parents were killed by rioters, the two brothers fled into the city, settled in an abandoned house, and spent quite a bit of their money, always worrying about the future, feeling depressed.

Now was a rare moment of joy.

Only, neither noticed the puppet’s facial eye patterns seemed to slightly move.