"What? The Demonic Sect is that powerful?"
Zhang Yuchun's eyes widened. He lowered his voice and asked.
The provincial capital was the greatest seat of power in the entire province. In times of chaos, it would be the royal city of a regional warlord. The provincial capitals of the Great Li Dynasty wielded immense authority, and each could raise troops as long as it reported the matter to the Imperial Court. This was a rule left over from the time of the dynasty's founder, because the Great Li Dynasty's lands were so vast that the emperor could hardly keep the provinces entirely under control.
The idea of a martial sect capturing a provincial capital was absurd.
It would hardly be difficult for the capital to have a hundred thousand elite soldiers hidden within it.
Liu Fanzhou said helplessly, "I'm puzzled too. I heard the provincial army rebelled because they were bewitched by demonic practitioners. There's a demonic Daoist in the Demonic Sect who played a crucial role. I'm still waiting to hear exactly what happened."
A demonic Daoist!
Zhang Yuchun frowned. Ever since he began cultivating immortality under Li Qingqiu, he had come to believe more and more in ghosts and gods. He wasn't afraid of martial artists; he was afraid of mysterious, unfathomable Daoists and occult practitioners like this.
"Brother Liu, you have connections in the provincial capital too?" Li Qingqiu asked curiously.
The Demonic Sect had sealed off the provincial capital, yet Liu Fanzhou was still able to wait for news.
This merchant was no simple man!
Liu Fanzhou wiped his sweat again and said, "I've been doing business in Guzhou for many years, so of course I have some connections. Quite a few people among the capital's respectable circles are my brothers."
At the word "brothers," Zhang