Cultivation: A Sprint Toward Martial Dao Myth!

Inside the room.

After Jiang Ning briefly explained, Liu Wanwan understood what had happened.

"Is the Yellow Heaven Cult's rebellion really that troublesome?" Her eyes narrowed.

"Yes, Sister-in-law!" Jiang Ning nodded, then continued, "The Yellow Heaven Cult has millions of members and tens of millions of believers. Most importantly, its leader is far too powerful!"

"Uncle, how powerful is he?" Little Doubao asked, looking up from Jiang Ning's lap.

At her question, the scene of Lord Fuyuan wreaking havoc in the Royal Capital flashed through Jiang Ning's mind.

"One man who can stand against thousands of troops—someone no army of sheer numbers can overcome!"

Liu Wanwan's mouth fell slightly open.

"That powerful?"

"A figure like the Yellow Heaven Daoist would have become an immortal and an ancestor in the Primordial Era! The immortals and gods of old were no greater than him!" Jiang Ning said.

He continued, "So if the Yellow Heaven Cult's rebel army reaches Dongling Commandery, even I might have no choice but to flee to save myself!"

"For safety's sake, you and my elder brother need to take Yuan Yuan and Yiming to the Royal Capital as soon as possible!"

Hearing this, Little Doubao tilted her head back to look at Jiang Ning's face.

"Uncle, what about you?"

"Yes, what about you?" Liu Wanwan asked.

"I'll stay and hold Dongling Commandery, of course!" Jiang Ning smiled. "I'm its inspector. How could I run away without a fight?"

"A-Ning, your safety matters far more than your reputation! You haven't married or had children. You're still young, with endless possibilities ahead of you!" Liu Wanwan looked at him, worry written across her face.

"Don't worry, Sister-in-law. I value my life! If I face a crisis I can't withstand, I'll leave. And if I want to escape, there are few