"Aunt You," Biyao called softly.
Youji reached out and took Biyao's hand, saying apologetically, "Biyao is ignorant and has caused trouble for the king."
"It's alright. Let me tell you about the situation in the East China Sea," Lin Yi said.
You Ji's veil fluttered slightly as she said, "The situation is not good. The righteous people have borrowed a flying artifact from Baiyun City in Kongsang Mountain. It moves like the wind, and if it misses, it will flee thousands of miles away. It is very difficult to deal with."
"Besides, although the disciples of the White Cloud City faction are few, each of them has superb swordsmanship and powerful magic weapons. If they are allowed to grow up unchecked, they will surely become a major threat to the king's cause in the future."
Lin Yi chuckled inwardly, but on the surface he hesitated for a moment before solemnly saying, "This faction is far more complex than it appears on the surface. You will naturally learn about some things in the future. Inform Wan Renwang to be extra careful."
Yu Ji should reply "Yes".
About half an incense stick's time later, Youji left with Biyao.
Only Lin Yi and Jin Ping'er remained in the carriage.
"Are you envious?" Lin Yi suddenly asked.
"Does Your Majesty mean Biyao?" Jin Ping'er asked, lowering her head as a stray strand of hair brushed against Lin Yi's face.
Lin Yi nodded slightly, feeling the softness and elasticity of Jin Ping'er's thighs.
Jin Ping'er said, "That's true to some extent."
The carriage kept moving, and Lin Yi and Jin Ping'er chatted casually inside.
By sunset, the army had already set up camp and begun to rest.
Lin Yi stepped out of the carriage, where he saw an endless array of tents.
This time, although it was said to be an army of 100,000 marching south, there were actually only more than 30,000 people, of whom 3,000 were combat soldiers and the rest were auxiliary soldiers and laborers.
Of course, these three thousand soldiers are the elite of the elite, the culmination of five years of accumulation in the entire Demon Kingdom. The lowest level of cultivation among them has already reached the first rank, and another three hundred have already entered the second rank of the Innate Realm.
Although most of them were the result of Lin Yi's forced growth and had little potential for further development, they were already sufficient.
These soldiers will be the main force in the future fight against the foreign tribes in southern Xinjiang.
The Southern Frontier is the southernmost part of China's vast land, a place of barren mountains and treacherous waters, teeming with all sorts of poisonous insects and ferocious beasts.
The most obvious dividing line between it and the Central Plains is the mountain range that suddenly rises from the plain in the far south. The tall and majestic mountain ranges are one after another, towering into the clouds, separating the north and south.
Legend has it that south of those endless mountains, there lived various barbaric tribes who ate raw meat and drank blood, were cruel and bloodthirsty, and among them were terrifying orcs who ate human flesh raw.
However, the towering mountains, numbering over 100,000, blocked travel between the north and south, preventing the people of the Central Plains from going south and making it difficult for those foreign barbarians to go north.
A thousand years ago, an incredible cataclysmic thunderbolt struck from the sky, killing and injuring countless people within a radius of a thousand miles.
After the catastrophe, someone discovered that in the majestic mountain range, the immense power of heavenly lightning had forcefully cleaved a certain part of the mountain, revealing a dark path only three feet wide.
It was from that time that rumors began to circulate that strange barbarian tribes lurked in the Ten Thousand Mountains, constantly harassing the people and causing immense suffering to the border dwellers, until the emergence of the Incense Valley lineage.
The reason why the foreign tribes of the southern border have been unable to wreak havoc on the world for thousands of years is indeed largely due to the great merit of the righteous sect, Fenxiang Valley.
Unfortunately, with the changing times, Incense Valley has changed.
Three hundred years ago, the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox led her fox clan into Burning Incense Valley and stole the Mysterious Fire Mirror. Perhaps, there was more to it.
It was at this time that the Ghost King Sect, which shared Fox Mountain with the Fox Clan, obtained the second volume of the Heavenly Book and began to flourish.
Lin Yi stopped and looked up at the sky. In this world, it is often difficult to distinguish right from wrong. Different positions lead to different attitudes, and the conclusions will inevitably differ.
It's not wrong for Fenxiang Valley to want to grow stronger and surpass Qingyun Sect and Tianyin Temple, but their collusion with the Beast God sealed in the Southern Frontier and their disregard for the lives of the people have crossed Lin Yi's bottom line.
Leaving aside those lofty and righteous words, the human race is the foundation for Lin Yi to collect the holy virtue energy, and the actions of the Incense Valley are hindering his progress.
A month later, the army arrived at Dingnan City, located on the southern border.
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Chapter 122 Mystic Fire Altar
The mountains of southern Xinjiang are quite different from those in the Central Plains; they lack some of the delicate beauty and tranquility, but possess more of a majestic and precipitous grandeur.
Under the cover of night, the continuous mountain ranges stand majestically, crisscrossing each other, and from a distance, they exude a sense of solemnity.
Lin Yi stood with his hands behind his back, looking out into the distance. After passing two lower hills and a relatively flat wilderness, four tall peaks suddenly rose up on the ground, interlocking and forming a valley.
Behind these four towering peaks, under the vast darkness of night, lie countless shadows—the boundless Ten Thousand Mountains of the southern border. And among the four peaks at the forefront lies the world-renowned Incense Valley.
The night was deep and dark, with a pale moon hanging high in the sky and a few stars faintly twinkling in the distance.
Under the cold, clear moonlight, a mist seemed to float faintly in the distant valley, appearing like a light veil of fog, dreamlike and ethereal.
Yin and Yang energies surged around Lin Yi, blurring the line between reality and illusion, making him seem both real and unreal. Like a mysterious and unpredictable ghost, he quietly entered the Incense Valley.
After walking a short distance, you will be greeted by a series of well-arranged palaces and pavilions.
Incense Valley is known as one of the three pillars of the righteous path in the world. Although it usually keeps a low profile, it is, after all, a great sect that has prospered for eight hundred years. What has gradually emerged along the way is the foundation of this sect.
Under the cover of night, a dozen or so paths, some large and some small, were visible, connected to each other like blood vessels in the human body, extending deep into the darkness of Burning Incense Valley.
Along the roadside are either ordinary disciples' residences or tall and magnificent halls. Interspersed among these buildings are mostly flowers, plants and trees, including green bamboo and winter plum blossoms, as well as bright and magnificent peonies and peonies, which grow in groups and stand in the distance, blending seamlessly with the surrounding halls, each with its own unique charm.
In contrast, Lin Yi's construction of Baiyun City on the top of Kongsang Mountain reeks of nouveau riche.
This is the result of the passage of time, not something that can be achieved overnight.
Lin Yi casually chose a small path and walked forward. The night was long, and he had plenty of time.