He murmured softly, but the woman in palace dress and the young man beside him appeared in his eyes again. It was none other than the eldest son of the Wang family!
"snort!"
So he returned to his bed, sat cross-legged and began to practice. Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, another three days had passed.
During these three days, Guiyuan City seemed to have not changed at all and was still in a festive mood, as if nothing had happened that day.
The fact that Feng Qingyang and Qian Duoduo were not seen these past few days just suited their hearts. After all, they had just gotten married, and it must have been a romantic day for a couple like them.
Afterwards, the City Lord's Mansion announced that Qian Duoduo began to go into seclusion. Countless people speculated whether she was pregnant with the prince consort's son, otherwise, she would not have done so.
On this day, Feng Qingyang woke up from meditation. His ring flashed and he immediately took the black token in his hand. After thinking for a moment, he decided to go to the place where the city lord stationed his troops. After all, the Yin Lingquan was of vital importance to him.
The Lord of Guiyuan City, the Lord of Guiyuan City is just his title, because he has no sect, it is just a city, and a city must have an army. Although it is not as orthodox as the Fanchen Empire, it is still well-formed.
Holding the token in his hand, he walked out of the bedroom and closed it casually. After all, this was his new house, and everyone knew that Qian Duoduo was in seclusion, and seclusion was a word that represented a long period of time.
Monks train for a long time, so they are not interested in seclusion. They are used to it even if they have to stay in seclusion for three to five years at a time.
Feng Qingyang walked out of the room and waved the token in his hand. Suddenly, there was a swish sound in the air, and a handsome boy appeared beside him.
This boy was none other than the one who had brought Feng Qingyang in that day.
He was still serious and wore a set of solemn black armor. When he saw the token in Feng Qingyang's hand, his face suddenly became solemn. He saluted with a standard military salute and took him to the garrison.
The place where troops are stationed is the military camp. Although Guiyuan City can use foundation-building cultivators as captains of a thousand men, a captain of a thousand men, as the name suggests, has at least a thousand subordinates under his command.
But although Feng Qingyang was given the commander-in-chief token by the Lord of Guiyuan City, he only had about 500 people, which was the level of a centurion. Feng Qingyang was very smart, and he knew that this so-called commander-in-chief was just a cover.
But he didn't care much about it. After all, he didn't particularly value such an illusory and vague title. He only had one idea in his mind now, and that was to become stronger, and keep becoming stronger. Only by becoming stronger could he go to the Endless Sea, only by becoming stronger could he destroy Maoshan and enter that world.
Not long after, the two of them landed in a square. This was the army assigned to him by the Lord of Guiyuan City, a black-armored army composed of 500 cultivators in the early stage of foundation building!
This place is quite far away from the center of Guiyuan City and has a remote feeling, but it is precisely because of this that it is suitable for their training.
When cultivators fight against enemies, they just use their huge magic power to bombard the enemies. Although the army of Guiyuan City is a bit messy, they are genuine cultivators in the early stage of foundation building.
If they were to practice, with 500 people attacking at the same time, the force would be concentrated into one force, and you can imagine how powerful it would be.
Looking at the group of people in front of him wearing black armor and with ferocious faces, Feng Qingyang's heart moved, and he thought to himself that he had finally found the right people. This group of cultivators were all the kind of evil cultivators who had lost their humanity in order to survive. They came to Guiyuan City to hide when they were being hunted down.
However, in order for Guiyuan City to protect them, they also had to pay something, and that was to become soldiers in this city of independent cultivators.
"Greetings, Your Majesty the Prince Consort!" Before Feng Qingyang could open his mouth, this group of monks in black armor spoke in unison. Their voices were so uniform that they resounded through the sky for a moment, causing Feng Qingyang's heart to suddenly surge with blood.
His heart moved, and his Qi sank into his Dantian. Suddenly, a force gathered in his abdomen, and he said: "We cultivators are all equal. There is no such thing as a consort here, only companions! Companions who fight side by side with us!"
The sound was loud, but it instantly drowned out the roars of the five hundred people, and the lingering sound echoed in the air.
With just this short sentence, everyone seemed to have become closer. No matter what, at least that was the case on the surface.
Feng Qingyang knew that if he wanted to truly subdue this group of people, he could only use his strength. His name was known to everyone. Born as the lowest-level zombie, he dared to compete with the number one genius of Taixuan Sect, and was even better than him. This kind of strength had long been recognized by them.
After a long time, Feng Qingyang glanced at everyone, and his body began to change instantly at this moment. The original crescent shirt was suddenly covered with "copper skin and iron bones". Suddenly, a ferocious and domineering black armor appeared, and then his body also changed.
He, who was originally handsome, suddenly looked a little weird. He said in a low voice, "I think you already know why I came here today."
"We once discovered a Yinling Spring within the jurisdiction of Guiyuan City, but it was shamelessly occupied by people from the righteous sects. Although our Guiyuan City is powerful and fearless, they are, after all, the ten major sects working together. In the end, under the efforts of the city lord, the matter was handed over to us, the younger generation."
As he spoke, a bloodthirsty light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and at the same time, a murderous intention rose to the sky, and he said: "How can we lose to that group of sect disciples? Today, I will lead you to sweep them away!"
roar!
Just a few words immediately aroused everyone's fighting spirit. He was a zombie, but in the eyes of everyone he was no different from an ordinary person.
Although he is from a clan despised by heaven and a public enemy of mankind, he has the strength.
In this world where the strong are respected, strength represents everything. It can be said that if he stands at the top of this world, then even if he is the enemy of the whole world, what can he do? No one dares to do anything to him.
Although zombies are pitiful, there are too few of them after all. Although they were once rampant in ancient times, they are now extremely scarce. Even if they still exist, they have become puppets of the major sects.
However, independent cultivators are even more pitiful than zombies. They have no one to rely on, and have no guidance or protection from a sect. They spend every day between life and death. Therefore, in their eyes, there is no distinction between races, only distinctions in strength.
If you are stronger than him, he will obey your orders. This is what a casual cultivator does. For a spirit stone, even a low-grade spirit stone, blood will splatter within five steps if he disagrees with you.
"I, Feng Qingyang, swear here in the name of the Red Devil that as long as we can seize the Yinling Spring, you and I will practice together in it!"
"Together?" The crowd was stunned, and after a brief silence, they suddenly fell into madness!
"Are you serious?"
"really!"
"Roar!" The crowd roared again, and at the same time, a strong fighting spirit flashed in their eyes. In the eyes of casual cultivators, everything else is false, only magic weapons, spirit stones, and cultivation are the kingly way.
(Brothers, I don’t know if you are reading this. After this chapter, it will be put on the shelves. For many reasons, there are many things I can’t say. No matter whether you will continue to read it, I thank you and thank you for your support!)