Martial Exercise
Blackblood City, a hundred feet high, is filled with exquisite and closely packed buildings. Blood Race, Human Race, Spirit Tribe, Barbarian Tribe, and even Demon Race walk along the wide black stone Great Dao, coexisting quite peacefully.
After leaving the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, Yang Xuanwu and his group of youths stayed in Blue Rock County for two more days before finally arriving at Blackblood City.
After they identified themselves, military officers from the city immediately came to greet them.
Led by several Purple Moon Army, the group is currently heading towards the City Lord's Manor's Mansion.
Along the way, every Foreign Races that saw the Purple Moon Army Soldiers would show a hint of awe in their eyes.
Over the course of twenty years, the Blood Race, unwilling to be ruled by Human Race, launched more than one rebellion and secretly planned several raids on patrolling soldiers of the Purple Moon Army.
However, faced with an absolute disparity in strength, everything they did was in vain.
On the contrary, it was the blood and bones of these rebels that forged the iron-blooded might of the Purple Moon Army.
Upon arriving at the City Lord's Manor, a young girl stood there like a pine tree, her Weapon Sha Qi enough to chill one's heart.
She wore red Battle Armor and a metal helmet, revealing a strikingly handsome face. She was Yang Xuanli, the mother of Yang Taishan and his two siblings, and one of the three Commanders of the Purple Moon Army.
Upon seeing Yang Xuanwu leading a group of youths, Yang Xuanli quickly stepped forward to greet them, the clanging of their armor producing a resounding sound. "Greetings, Seventh Brother!"
Yang Xuanwu smiled faintly and returned the greeting. He wasn't particularly familiar with Yang Xuanli, given the significant age difference and the fact that they had only met a few times. Naturally, his attitude wasn't as close as he was with Yang Xuanyun, but it wasn't distant either.
At this moment, Yang Taishan and his two siblings, who were standing behind him, hurriedly stepped forward and stood in a row, saying in unison, "Your children greet Mother!"
A hint of nervousness lingered on their three small faces.
Unlike their relaxed demeanor around their father, Yang Yuqi, the three lively little ones were extremely well-behaved around their mother.
Clearly, he had been reprimanded by Yang Xuanli quite often.
A loving father and a strict mother—this isn't just a saying.
"Hmm!" Yang Xuanli glanced at them and replied indifferently, "Why aren't you cultivating properly? And why did you sneak out without your father's knowledge?"
"No, no, Mother, you are right. We were given permission by Father to guide Seventh Granduncle and all my brothers and sisters." Yang Taixuan, the youngest and most beloved by her parents, explained with a flattering smile on her fair face.
"Is that so?" Yang Xuanli's eyes narrowed.
"Yes, yes, you can ask Granduncle Qi if you don't believe me." The usually mischievous Yang Taishi seemed to turn into a little chick under his mother's sternness, and hurriedly winked at Yang Xuanwu.
The latter smiled and helped them out, "I was the one who called the three of them over to guide us, and Yu Qi knows about it too."
"Since that's the case, you all have to complete the task well, understand?" Yang Xuanli looked at the three children with a rather authoritative expression.
"Yes, yes!" The three nodded repeatedly, like chickens pecking at rice.
After giving the restless three siblings a nudge, Yang Xuanli's face was once again full of smiles, and she said softly, "Seventh Brother, please come with me to the military camp. There is a military drill to be held the Acquired, so you've come at just the right time."
"Oh? Military drills? I'd love to see that." Yang Xuanwu's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation, wanting to see just how strong the Purple Moon Army, which his Lineage had invested so much effort in training, really was.
The other boys, upon hearing this, were also intrigued, their faces filled with curiosity.
The Purple Moon Army camp is located outside Blackblood City, within a fortified city specially built by the Lineage.
As Yang Xuanli flew in from the horizon, before even reaching the military camp, Yang Xuanwu was greatly startled by the solidified, bloodthirsty Sha Qi above the city. Judging from the aura, the strength of the Purple Moon Army had probably swelled to an extremely powerful level.
"I never imagined that my Lineage could cultivate such a powerful army of cultivators in just forty or fifty years." Yang Xuanwu murmured to himself, his anticipation for the upcoming martial arts competition growing stronger.
Unlike the intricate and complex city structure of Blackblood City, the garrison city, which serves as the base of the Purple Moon Army, has a very large area but a rather simple layout.
Aside from the city walls, there are only three main areas: the Martial Practice Ground, the soldiers' quarters, and the armory. Compared to the neighboring Blackblood City, it is a stark contrast between extreme complexity and extreme simplicity.
Upon entering the military camp, a wave of Sha Qi washed over them, and the surrounding air seemed to become scorching hot. The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was also faintly mixed with wisps of the aura of war.
For cultivators who practice the Military Dao, staying here for a long time would naturally be beneficial and harmless, and could even increase their cultivation speed.
However, if cultivators who follow other paths reside in this military camp for an extended period, the opposite is true. If they are not careful, they may be overwhelmed by the dense Weapon Sha Qi and have their minds clouded and their Fleshly Bodies corrupted.
Of course, if it's just a short-term stay, there won't be any adverse effects.
Two days later, at the military Martial Practice Ground, more than 500 soldiers stood in neat rows of three ranks, facing the wind with their banners fluttering in the breeze.
In the blink of an eye, the Yang Household's Purple Moon Army has been established for over forty years. In order to quickly enhance the Lineage's strength, every year the Lineage sends a large number of new generation members into the Purple Moon Army for training.
Each year, the number ranges from a dozen to thirty. Over time, the main force and Reserve Army of the Purple Moon Army Main Force have grown to eight or nine hundred.
The more than 500 soldiers currently lined up neatly on the Martial Practice Ground are the main force of the Purple Moon Army, all of whom are over eighteen years old.
In addition to the main force, the Purple Moon Army also has three to four hundred Reserve Army, who are teenagers receiving military training.
These five hundred-plus main force troops were divided into three battalions, each with a quota of two hundred men. Apart from the first battalion, which was personally commanded by Yang Yusheng, the second battalion, commanded by Yang Xuanli, and the third battalion, commanded by Yang Xuangang, were not at full strength.
On the Command Platform, Yang Yusheng, dressed in Military Uniform, looked at the Purple Moon Army in front of him, and a fierce fighting spirit suddenly appeared on his face with light stubble.
"Let's go!!" He waved his hand, and a shadow fell from the sky.
The massive, purplish-red hull, the menacing War Law Artifact, the sharp and terrifying bloody rams... this was none other than the Yang Household's Purple Moon Boat, and Purple Moon Boat that had already been upgraded to the Fourth-Tier Lower-Grade.
Although the Yang Household does not currently have any Fourth Tier Artifact Refining Master, they have several Third Tier Artifact Refining Master and dozens of Tier 2 Artifact Refining Master. In addition, they have extensive connections and can invite Fourth Tier Artifact Refining Master to assist them. With abundant resources, they can fully afford the refining costs.
Therefore, as early as ten years ago, the Purple Moon Boat was upgraded to Fourth-Tier Lower-Grade and assigned to the Purple Moon Army for use.
Under the slightly surprised gazes of Yang Xuanwu and the others, crimson spiritual clouds rose simultaneously beneath the feet of the more than five hundred Purple Moon Army, carrying them aboard the Purple Moon Boat that was floating in the air.
"So that's how martial arts are performed!" Yang Xuanwu's eyes lit up as he guessed what it was.
He then waved his right hand, leading the many curious teenagers behind him onto the Purple Moon Boat.