Counterattack on the Western Wasteland

Li Qinglin's dying wish was for Li Qingjun to succeed him Nanli King, but Li Qingjun firmly declined and resolutely supported her niece to ascend the throne.

This little girl, just over a year old, has a name that's hard to look at: Li Wuxian. This is because around the time of her birth, her father was in the midst of the most intense conflict with Dong Huazi, and his favorite saying was, "There are no immortals in this world!"

Qin Yi privately thought that this child's name was Li Qinglin's biggest stain, and wondered if she would change her name when she grew up...

The biggest difference between her ascension to the throne and that of the past was that an envoy from the Qian Emperor from afar.

The little girl is not the independent Nanli Queen, but the Nanli King, a vassal state of Qian.

But that's unimportant; it makes almost no difference. For instance, theoretically, they should be waiting for the Qian Kingdom to send an envoy to "confer" the title upon the king, yet Southern Li still completed his own coronation ceremony. The Qian Kingdom envoy in the hall wasn't there to confer the title; he had arrived earlier and hadn't left yet, merely observing the ceremony...

With the emperor far away and the mountains high, the Qian Kingdom wouldn't concern itself with such matters.

Perhaps one day the Qian Kingdom will be destroyed, but the Southern Li will still exist. The history that Li Qinglin spoke of may very well repeat itself.

This was Qin Yi's first time attending such a coronation ceremony, and in such a high-ranking and important position—as the Imperial Preceptor, he was the one who should be performing the ceremony of crowning the new king.

It wasn't a Western-style coronation; it was merely the reading of a sacrificial text, essentially a perfunctory formality. The palace had already burned down, making the ceremony, held in the remaining side hall, appear even more rudimentary and perfunctory.

As the reading was being performed, the little girl sat on the Dragon Throne, and Qin Yi stood in front of her reading aloud, his eyes constantly glancing at the little girl on the Dragon Throne.

He thought this little girl was special.

She was only a little over a year old, couldn't even walk clearly, could only speak a few simple words, and still needed her diapers changed... Yet, when the soldiers from the Western Wasteland broke down the door, this child didn't even cry. The entire coronation ceremony was incredibly complicated, but she sat there An'an, neither crying nor fussing nor sleeping.

In this world with supernatural powers of souls, Qin Yi even suspected that the child had been transported or Body Seizing someone. How could there be such a one-year-old child?

You can ask Liusu, Liusu's answer is no.

This truly is the soul of a child. The souls of adults are vastly different from those of children, and this cannot be hidden from Liusu.

Qin Yi could only attribute this to Li Qinglin's exceptional genes; the child clearly had a limitless future...

Li Qingjun was appointed regent and put in charge of everything. In fact, Li Qingjun was the king until the Little King grew up.

Qin Yi was also fortunate enough to witness a young girl who, in just over two months, went from being Princess to an eldest Princess, and then to the king's aunt, achieving a three-level leap in seniority.

This is the long-suffering Southern Li.

"Your Highness, Regent." After the ceremony, the Little King had finally wet his pants, was taken to have his diaper changed, and the envoy from the Qian Kingdom approached Li Qingjun with a smile.

"We just received news that the Western Wasteland has also submitted a memorial to our Great Qian Dynasty, acknowledging its vassalage. From now on, we are all subjects of the same nation..."

Li Qingjun remained calm. "Congratulations to His Da Qian Emperor on unifying the Southern Border. The Western Wasteland is barbaric, the food is coarse, and the dwellings are simple. I wonder if the soldiers on the southern expedition are used to living there? Why don't we let the soldiers Southern Li This King? I can also do my part as a host."

The envoy smiled knowingly, "Since they're not far apart, it's best to let them Southern Li."

Li Qingjun was still not shrewd enough; upon hearing this, she clearly showed delight.

The envoy smiled and then turned to Qin Yi: "I've heard that the Imperial Preceptor possesses true magic, extinguishing the palace fire in an instant?"

Qin Yi was marveling at Li Qingjun's growth, and upon hearing this, he humbly replied, "I dare not accept such praise."

The envoy smiled and said, "If the Imperial Preceptor has the time, he might as well make a trip to Dragon Abyss City. His Majesty would surely welcome him."

Qin Yi cupped his hands in greeting. "I will certainly visit you when I have the time."

The messenger left satisfied.

The people of Southern Li are indeed unlike the legendary barbarians. For millennia, they have inherited and learned from the Central Lands through intermarriage and cultural exchange. Today, their civilization, customs, cuisine, and craftsmanship are virtually indistinguishable from those of the Central Lands. Not only are the men and women handsome and beautiful, but they are also very perceptive, understanding unspoken meanings without needing to be pointed out. In comparison, the Western Wasteland is the true barbarian land, and it goes without saying that the people of the Central Lands are far more compatible with either.

Li Qingjun's order for the southern expeditionary army to "winter" in Southern Li was actually a test of whether she could attack the Western Wasteland. If the Great Qian army was stationed in the Western Wasteland, then attacking it would be a provocation against the suzerain state. However, if she was willing to withdraw the entire army to Southern Li "winter" under such circumstances, it meant that she tacitly approved of his attack.

The Da Qian Emperor wanted the achievement of conquering the Southern Border, and that achievement had already been accomplished. As for how the two vassal states fought each other to the point of exhaustion, Daqian wasn't particularly concerned. The fiercer the fighting, the better, as it would give the suzerain state more room for mediation—they didn't know much about the details between the two countries and didn't believe that this century-old feud would really be resolved in a single battle.

Even if someone is wiped out, it's not a big deal.

Therefore, the envoy's bias becomes more important.

Of course, this is not something that can be determined by cultural affinity. The envoy's bias towards Southern Li was simply because Li Qinglin gave him a lot of money.

He had even planned this step out.

Li Qingjun felt that if they still couldn't win after going this far, they would have no face to face their brother in the Nine Springs Below.

At the end of the first year of Qin Yi's transmigration, it was bitterly Great Cold; eagles flew fiercely, and the waters were filled with solidified bodies.

The seventh day Southern Li was not yet over, and the new king was still changing diapers. Regent Li Qingjun and General Xie Yuan brazenly raised an army and launched a campaign against the entire country, aiming their swords at the Western Wasteland.

Imperial Preceptor Qin Yi accompanied him.

This is the final battle.

In Da Qian's eyes, this was just a bunch of chickens fighting each other.

The elite troops of the Western Wasteland were all wiped out, all the famous generals were lost, and the homeland was invaded by the Great Qian, causing chaos. When the army retreated, it was pursued by Li Qingjun for a hundred miles, suffering heavy casualties. It was the weakest time.

Similarly, Southern Li was extremely weak. It had been nearly destroyed by the corrupt and incompetent ruler who was cultivating Daoism. Its winter food reserves were even scarcer. Now, in order to go to war, it had even requisitioned all the food from the people. It could only support the army for a few days with all its might. Once it was defeated, it would be a complete collapse.

But this is the only chance, because the Western Wasteland Wilderness will recover faster than the Southern Li. If we don't seize this opportunity to completely settle things, we will never have another chance.

The border town of the Western Wasteland.

With the army pressing in, the defending general nervously ordered his soldiers to pour water on the city walls. In the winter, the water quickly froze and became slippery, putting the attackers at a disadvantage.

Several talisman papers drifted leisurely down from the sky.

The sounds of "sizzling" erupted everywhere, and the garrison commander stared in disbelief as icy spikes suddenly sprang up from the icy water on the city wall, making it look as if long thorns had grown on the wall...

If you're going to grow thorns, at least make them denser! These sparse, coarse thorns are just providing a natural ladder for your opponent.

The defending general was so angry he almost vomited blood. Looking down into the city, he saw a young man in a blue robe floating in the air, his eyes slightly closed, his hands Law Seals, surrounded by yellow talismans. In the wind and snow, he looked like a deity.

Eighth-Rank Dao Talisman, Ice Spikes.

Qin Yi, the Nanli Kingdom Teacher?

The commander felt a chill in his heart.

When they attacked, their Witcher used magic to dry the city walls. The enemy had both Imperial Preceptor and Daoist Arts that had a different effect, even better than theirs.

Shouts of battle shook the earth as thousands of troops surrounded the city walls.

Flames soared into the sky. Within the first hour of the Lihuo Army, the Western Wasteland border city fell and was reduced to ashes.