Qiu Ying, Liu Xuan

Hou Shaoyi is Martial Arts master of innate talent, personally taught by Grandmaster.

At this moment, once the order was given, the younger generation, whether they wanted to or not, had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

But this is definitely not an easy job.

Most of the villagers were killed by bayonets or samurai swords, their severed limbs and organs frozen to the ground along with their bodies.

The ice has to be melted before it can be contained, which is not only extremely difficult, but also disgusting.

The group of juniors were elites from various schools and sects, none of whom had ever done this before. Some of them, who were usually inexperienced, even vomited uncontrollably on the spot.

Hou Shaoyi and the others simply watched coldly, offering no help whatsoever, letting them do as they pleased.

At first, the younger generation struggled with the corpse, not knowing where to begin, and complained incessantly.

The three little ones, especially the ones with the Tong Shao, were wearing new shoes and clothes, their minds set on sightseeing.

Right now, I really wish I could just use Lu Li's name to escape this awful job.

Of course, this is just a thought.

Because they are elites, although they are somewhat childish, they are all of exceptional character.

They found some shovels, hoes and other tools in the ruins, and quickly got the hang of them, becoming more and more skilled.

The corpses were collected and placed in an open area at the village entrance, their faces barely covered by a piece of cloth, as a last act of decency.

The bitter looks on the faces of the younger generation had long since disappeared, replaced by extremely serious expressions.

They were still young, hadn't experienced the decadent pleasure that power brought, still considered themselves human, and still regarded ordinary people as their fellow human beings. How could they not be moved when they saw the corpses of their compatriots?

At this moment, Tong Shao and the Chen Siblings were carefully gathering a mother and child.

The mother shielded her child behind her, and was also stabbed.

Tong Shao reached out to close his eyelids, but they were frozen stiff. He held them for a while before finally closing his eyes.

Although there were clearly many people in the village, not a single voice could be heard; it was utterly desolate.

Lu Li observed this scene through the puppet, never expecting to be asked to collect the corpses by a group of teenagers.

But then I thought, it is through experiencing the world that one is truly tempered.

Let them experience firsthand what would happen if Izumo occupied the area; that's more effective than any words.

Li Yuanzhong also knew that Lu Li was paying attention, and said with considerable emotion:

"Our Divine Continent is blessed with outstanding people and talents. If just two or three provinces unite, we will surely Izumo dare not bully us."

But in this world, those with some ability only think of their own wealth and status, while those with great achievements aspire to be high-ranking officials for generations, not to mention the difference between immortals and mortals..."

Li Yuanzhong paused, then sighed:

"This old Daoist only prays that there are more normal Cultivator in the world. Those who understand the principles of Heaven and human nature are enough."

"Knowing the principles of Heaven and understanding human nature..."

This is actually the minimum standard for being a decent human being, but in today's world, it's a luxury.

Or rather, people with extraordinary powers are inherently difficult to constrain with morality or principles.

Lu Li said softly, "There should be a ruthless and powerful regulatory constraint to ensure they at least act like human beings..."

The thought first crossed his mind, and just then, darkness suddenly fell overhead as a wooden Fujian-style ship flew overhead!

The ship is 50 meters long and as tall as a building, with carved beams and painted rafters, and is very elegant and imposing.

Five people stood at the bow of the ship, three of whom looked very familiar: Qiu Yan and her disciple Jiang Haiyan, as well as Jiang Shixiang, the Governor of Jinmen.

The Grandmaster took a half step back and stood behind a Daoist priest in white robes.

"Greetings, Lord True Lord Qiu."

Li Yuanzhong looked up and greeted them, then transmitted his voice to Lu Li, introducing them as follows:

"This is Qiu Ying, an elder of Yuntai Peak of the Huashan Sect. She has achieved the Manifestation Spirit Refinement and Manifesting Sainthood, and is Martial Arts master of innate nature. Her mental form is Flying Centipede, which is extremely powerful. She once killed two True Lords of the Hengshan Sect single-handedly."

The middle-aged man in white robes, named Qiu Ying, with his eyes half-open and half-closed, said indifferently:

"Yuanzhong, hurry up and board the boat, don't be too late!"

Li Yuanzhong quickly led Zhenyangzi, Lu Li, and others onto the "Magic Boat".

Qiu Ying didn't even glance at the others, ignoring even Zhenyangzi, and only spoke to Li Yuanzhong:

"I am determined to take Changbai Spiritual Realm. Anyone who dares to block my way, Yuan Zhong, may I kill?"

"Of course, of course. This old Daoist has a grudge against Izumo and will certainly do his utmost to clean up the mess for True Lord."

Li Yuanzhong assertive bow also made his stance clear—it was only directed at Izumo.

That was enough. Qiu Ying didn't say anything more. With a wave of her sleeve, she propelled the magic Magic Boat eastward, heading towards Changbai Mountain.

On the boat, Jiang Shixiang and the other two greeted Lu Li politely.

Unable to discern Lu Li's cultivation level, they were not overly respectful.

Lu Li noticed that there was a blond, blue-eyed foreigner next to Jiang Shixiang.

Jiang Shixiang took the initiative to introduce:

"This is Prince 'Yule' from the Gade Country. He is merely accompanying us to observe and will not participate in any action."

Prince Yule was of medium height and sported a small mustache. At this moment, he gave a slight nod, remaining unusually low-key.

But Qiu Ying raised an eyelid and said, "Prince Yule comes from the Sulfur Fire Lake, you must not be rude."

Sulfur Fire Lake is a direct translation... Lu Li, who was abroad, happened to know that its more accurate and elegant translation was -- Hell.

Xia Weiyin transmitted her voice. "[This is a spiritual realm in the West, and it seems to have a good relationship with the Huashan Sect.]"

Lu Li thought so too, and Su Qing had said that a group of Tribulation Heavenly Monarch were doing something in the Earth Core... so he boldly guessed that the two sides were probably allies or something.

Just then, the Magic Boat flew over the heads of a group of juniors.

Looking down, you can still see them busily working.

None of these teenagers backed down; they were all focused on collecting the corpses.

Tong Shao and the Chen Siblings were also covered in blood, but they didn't care and tried their best to make the body look as peaceful as possible.

Seeing this, Li Yuanzhong was greatly relieved, and his expression softened considerably.

Lu Li was quite satisfied with the three little ones and decided to reward them handsomely when they got back.

As the Qiu Ying Manifestation True Lord, Qiu Ying naturally saw the following situation and immediately looked disgusted:

"Humans are multiplying too fast; they've spread all the way north. These kinds of animals—chickens, ducks, cats, and dogs—are fine as many as you need, but too many are really annoying."

Upon hearing this, the Magic Boat fell silent.

Only Prince Yule chimed in. "My father believes that maintaining the global population at 500 million is more reasonable."

"Indeed, too many people are no good. Not only does it pollute the atmosphere, but the offerings and prayers also make some fools think they're capable!"

Qiu Ying suddenly looked into the distance and sneered:

"Don't you agree, True Lord Liu?"

As he spoke, another Magic Boat of the same style broke through the clouds and revealed its form.

At the bow of the ship, a short, stocky old man stood proudly, staring coldly at Qiu Ying.

Li Yuanzhong transmitted his voice: [Liu Xuan, the Enforcement Elder of the Mount Tai Sect, has the astral image of the Great Emperor Dongyue.]

Lu Li had a clear understanding of the situation, but his expression was also strange.

Because Liu Xuan was surrounded by familiar faces— Su Qing, Shen Siyang, Shen Xing, and the Governor of Yunnan and Guizhou, Fan Chengbin.

At this moment, Su Qing subtly shifted her gaze, her heart filled with worry.

How dare a donkey come here! With such meager cultivation, is he courting death? The Shen family father and son will never let him go!

Just as she expected, Shen Siyang's gaze toward Lu Li was filled with hatred, as if he wanted to tear Lu Li to pieces, while his gaze toward Xia Weiyin and the other women was full of lewdness.