Both sides silently watched those true common folk walk toward Li Qingxian.
They watched Li Qingxian personally welcome them, laughing and chatting with the most ordinary people under heaven.
The generals atop Divine Capital's walls found their gazes unexpectedly settling.
When they saw Martial Cultivators join, they had merely felt tense.
When they saw Literary Cultivation join, they had only felt that defeat outweighed victory.
But when they saw this vast tide of commoners joining, when they saw those hoes and carrying poles, a strange thought suddenly sprouted in every heart, impossible to suppress.
It was not that they could not be beaten. It was that they hoped these people would not lose.
Even if they stood on the opposite side.
They might usually look down on this one and sneer at that one, but deep down, they all understood: these mud-legged commoners were not powerful, yet they were the foundation of this nation.
If even they raised poles as banners in revolt, then this people had already reached the brink of collapse.
The generals gazed at Li Qingxian and vaguely understood why he dared rebel—and why he believed he could succeed.
The Idle Prince Army halted, then set out once more.
Before they had gone far, another disordered army came rushing toward them.
"Longxi Guan Family, Runan Sun Family, Jiangzuo Bai Family, Lingnan Ye Family... a total of one hundred forty-seven clans have formed the Militia Coalition. We respectfully welcome His Highness the Idle Prince. We are willing to serve as the Idle Prince's vanguard and submit to the Idle Prince Army's command."
Everyone looked toward the seventh force.
If Literary Cultivation was Qi Kingdom's upper class, and the Mud Society Coalition was Qi Kingdom's lower class, then these prominent local clans and great households were the Human Race's