The campaign to subjugate the Southern Mountains of the Myriad Demon Mountain Range had been fully established.
Following deliberation and recommendation by the cabinet, Emperor Jianhong personally appointed Duke Wenqing Zeng Shilin, a Second Rank Second Sage Confucian Cultivator, as commander.
Princess, Duke Wei Tian Ji, and Mandarin Duck Army Commander-in-Chief Wu Qianfeng brought five hundred Confucian Cultivators of all ranks.
They would lead fifty thousand Mandarin Duck Army soldiers and fifty thousand county troops to subdue the demons.
The Jiang State Empress had now also put her court in order, and she intended to personally lead the expedition in this battle.
Dongfang Cang of the Eastern Cult would oversee the Jiang Kingdom's court.
Meanwhile, Empress Gu Xiangnan personally led one hundred thousand troops, intending to join forces with the Great Sage Dynasty's hundred thousand soldiers at Qinghai Bay.
A total of two hundred thousand troops were determined to crush the Southern Mountains of the Myriad Demon Mountain Range in this battle.
Great Sage Dynasty capital.
A mighty procession stretched for a thousand miles in farewell.
Within Jingkou.
Zeng Anmin stood at the head of the bridge, his gaze fixed deeply on the slightly frail figure mounted on horseback.
That was Zeng Shilin.
At this moment, Zeng Shilin was the commander-in-chief of the entire army. Sitting on horseback, he did not appear particularly sharp or imposing, yet the refined elegance radiating from him was not something anyone dared underestimate.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Upon the capital walls, Little Fatty Crown Prince personally beat the drums to send off the soldiers.
"Duke Wenqing! You must return in triumph!!"
Little Fatty Crown Prince's voice was exceedingly impassioned.
Zeng Anmin watched his father's receding back, no change visible upon his face.
Beside him stood a graceful figure.
A pink veil brushed across her