Lin Yaoyang There is no looking back.
It looks like he has eyes on his back.
Corona Sword switched from his right hand to his left hand, made a backhand move, and the black dagger was knocked away.
He turned around and slapped the Soul Douluo on the chest with his palm. The golden Sun Fire spurted out from his palm and engulfed the man in an instant.
Lin Yaoyang Put away Corona Sword and look around the battlefield.
Red Sun Army soldiers are cleaning up the remaining enemies and treating the wounded.
He walked up to Wang Qiu'er.
"Why did you rush here just now?"
"Help you."
Wang Qiu'er's tone was very harsh, and she was still breathing evenly.
"I don't need help, you have to protect yourselves first!"
Lin Yaoyang said.
He still added, "Thanks, though."
Wang Qiu'er looked at him and moved the corner of his mouth slightly.
She said nothing and turned to help the wounded.
Lin Yaoyang stood in the middle of the valley, looking at the ashes and debris on the ground.
According to the collected information, these three strongholds are all the infiltration forces of Holy Spirit Cult.
In the eyes of the empire's senior officials, these are just ordinary Evil Soul Masters. They don't bother to care about them because they haven't threatened the interests of the nobles.
But they don't know, or don't care, that these seemingly scattered strongholds are actually hidden lines laid by Holy Spirit Cult in Three Douluo Kingdoms.
Once Sun Moon Empire launches a war, these hidden lines will be activated at the same time, disintegrating Three Kingdoms's defense from within.
But now they are being served one by one by Lin Yaoyang, so that's another story.
Lin Yaoyang raised his head and looked at the sky.
The sky has turned white, and a new day is about to begin.
"Come on, kids, let's go to the city to take a rest."
The team was organized, the wounded were supported, and the trophies were counted and packed away.
Lin Yaoyang walks at the end to check if there are any omissions.
Wang Qiu'er was walking in the team and looked back at him.
Lingdou City, Royal Palace.
Morning meeting.
Several documents sent from several provinces were circulated among the officials.
The document said the same thing. It took Sun Temple several months to successfully eliminate Evil Soul Master rogue bandits throughout the Dou Ling Empire north and east, rescued hundreds of suffering villages and towns, and killed countless Evil Soul Master.
The stubborn diseases that the empire has been unable to cure for many years are being quickly solved by an external force that was established less than half a year ago.
The court hall was so quiet that one could hear the wind blowing flags and flags outside the hall.
Civil and military officials were arranged on both sides. Some looked down at the Wat board, some closed their eyes to rest, and some stared expressionlessly at the gold brick floor in front of them.
No one took the initiative to speak, and no one wanted to be the first to speak.
Everyone knew in their hearts that this was supposed to be the empire's political achievement and the imperial court's credit, but now it was overtaken by a group of outsiders.
Dou Ling Emperor is sitting on the dragon throne.
He is in his forties, with a thin face and a look of fatigue that has been suppressed for many years in his brows.
His dragon robe was straight and his crown was neat. His fingers were tapping lightly on the armrest, and the rhythm was very slow, as if he was counting something.
His eyes swept from the royal family duke on the left to the military nobles on the right, from the representatives of the hereditary Soul Master family to the faces of the old nobles.
Everyone bowed their heads slightly under his gaze, but no one showed any expression of shame or fear.
Their expressions were calm and untroubled.
The emperor withdrew his gaze.
He knows why.
The evil spirits slaughtered the lower class civilians and never harmed the interests of these nobles at all.
Their fields are in sacred lands, their manors are guarded by private soldiers, and their children are well clothed and well-fed in the imperial capital.
The massacred villages were so far away from them that they didn't even know the names of those villages.
They will not be grateful to Sun Temple, they will only feel jealous.
A force that does not collect taxes, does not occupy land, and only saves the people will not go along with them, and Sun Temple people's hearts have already faintly overshadowed the government and nobles.
The people's hearts are like embellishments in times of peace and prosperity, but they are like swords in times of trouble.
This knife is now in the hand of Sun Temple. If one day it turns its edge, it will cut the foundation of hereditary privileges.
In the row of civil servants on the right, the Prime Minister slowly opened his eyes.
His beard and hair are all white, his back is stooped, and he looks like an old tree that has been blown by the wind while standing in the court hall.
He worked as an official in the Dou Ling Empire all his life and survived countless conflicts in court.
He has seen through all the bad policies of the empire.
Soul Master resources are monopolized by the nobles, evil disasters do not affect the interests of the nobles, and the aristocratic families all obey and ignore it.
It's not that he doesn't want to change, he just can't.
The Prime Minister's lips trembled slightly, but in the end he said nothing.
He lowered his head and looked at the tablet in his hand. There was nothing on the tablet, but he looked at it for a long time.
The faces of several Qingliu officials behind him were much uglier than his.
Their faces turned red, some clenched their fists, some gritted their teeth, and some had bloodshot eyes.
When they learned that the rescued people knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the Sun Temple soldiers, and saved grain from their teeth to give to the Red Sun Army, they felt filled with grief and anger.
The people were grateful to Sun Temple and had no gratitude for the imperial court.
Who caused this?
It's them, the courtiers who are lying on their backs, the nobles who sit back and watch, and it's the court that is rotten to the core.
An old minister finally couldn't bear it anymore.
He walked out of the queue and knelt in front of the temple, his voice hoarse and trembling.
"Your Majesty, I have something to say."
Dou Ling Emperor glanced at him. "Correct."
The old minister raised his head, and there was a complicated light in his cloudy eyes, as if he was recalling something from long ago.
"On Ten Thousand Years before Douluo Continent, there are only two empires, Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empire, standing side by side. The pattern is clear and the situation is stable."
"At that time, Spirit Hall was at its peak of prestige and was in charge of the entire Soul Master World order. Although he acted domineeringly, he was able to intimidate the forces from all directions."
"Once a Evil Soul Master causes chaos and harms the people, an order will be spread all over the world, and Soul Master families everywhere will not dare to disobey. They will work together to eliminate evil spirits, and no one will dare to shirk favoritism."
"It is precisely because of this that during those years, there were very few evils and disasters in the world, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment."
He changed the topic and was full of helplessness.
"But then the situation changed drastically, and the great Heaven Dou Empire split and collapsed, becoming today's Heaven Dou Empire and I, Dou Ling Empire. The power in the mainland was fragmented, and there was no longer the unified order and control of the past. Today, Douling's national power is weak..."
He didn't say anything, but everyone understood what he meant.
Everyone can understand the helplessness in their hearts. Some people actually sighed secretly in their hearts for a while, and couldn't help but miss the stability and order back then.
But no one agreed with the old minister's words, and no one refuted it.
Spirit Hall is a taboo and is the old force that was overthrown by Sea God Tang San.
Remembering Spirit Hall in public is tantamount to questioning the legitimacy of Shrek and challenging the entire orthodox narrative of the Douluo Continent.
But there was no anger on anyone's face.
They were silent because they thought so in their hearts.
The Emperor's fingers stopped tapping the armrest.
He sat on the dragon chair and looked away from the old minister.
His imperial power was weak and he did not dare to tear up the collective fig leaf of the aristocracy in public.
Once it is revealed, it will be tantamount to breaking with the country's hereditary nobility, the throne will be in turmoil, and the court will collapse.
He needs a balance, an external force that can suppress the nobles without losing control.
Sun Temple, maybe it's that external force.
But he couldn't say it.
"Your Majesty!"
A middle-aged general walked out of the queue.
"Sun Temple has done great service to the country by clearing away evil spirits. I suggest that he increase the reward to show his merit and to calm his mind."
Before he finished speaking, a soft hum came from the royal family present.
A middle-aged man wearing a Earl dress glanced sideways at the general, his tone neither salty nor bland.
"A generous reward? What kind of title? Title? Land? Or Gold Soul Coin? They built Temple. What they want is the support of the people, not a reward from the court."
"If you give too much, people may not appreciate it. If you give too little, people will think you are stingy. Can you control this?"
The general's face turned red and he was about to retort when the person next to him pulled his sleeve.
There was an undercurrent surging in the court hall.
Some people advocate favoritism to win over Sun Temple. Benefits have been promised during the previous entrustment, but they have not been fully implemented. Now you can give more.
Some people suggest that we should be vigilant in secret and impose restrictions and difficulties at every turn to prevent this force from becoming stronger.
The emperor watched the two groups quarreling without saying a word.
He stood up. The hall immediately became quiet.
"Retreat from the court."
He turned and left.
All the officials looked at each other and dispersed one after another.