Wang Daoyuan had never concerned himself much with such trivial matters to begin with, and by now he had long since handed over the reins of power.
Wang Mingchen had governed the nation for decades without any problems arising.
There was no need to meddle in Yan's future affairs anymore. He only needed to serve as the pillar that steadied the sea.
In the days that followed, Wang Daoyuan continued cultivating at Jade Spring Peak.
Ever since he had subdued the Mysterious Ice Old Tortoise, the Demon Race north of the mountains no longer dared swagger beneath his gaze and fled north in droves.
Even Zhong Zhenyang and the others deep in the northern mountains could no longer spot any Demon Beasts.
There had never been any Fifth-tier Demonic Beasts on this side of the Skyrend Mountain Range.
The Demon Race of the fourth order and below had only dared make small-scale mischief before; now, they did not even dare show their heads.
The Demon Beasts in the Wan Chuan River had once caused the greatest trouble. Ever since Wang Daoyuan left the Sword Puppet at Wanchuan Market—
Any Demon Beast that dared stir up trouble would suffer a thunderous blow.
The Demon Beasts in all three directions had been cowed and became much more obedient.
The situation throughout Yan was now far better as well. When the Demon Beasts had caused trouble, many Rogue Cultivators who made their living in the Skyrend Mountain Range had fled.
Now that the situation had improved, they returned once more, and business at the various markets had visibly picked up.
Dragon Fall Ridge, however, had not suffered much loss during this Demon Beast upheaval.
It had only been a Tier Two High-Grade Spirit Vein to begin with, and most Demon Beasts had no