Chapter 662: One Must Contend

"Lord Shen, can I take back what I just said?"

At this moment, the expression on Leng Hanyue's face was completely frozen; who could tell him how the Ancestor, who usually acted as if he were invincible under heaven, had been finished off so easily by someone.

When he was with him before, that dismissive gaze, that high-and-mighty attitude, and that arrogance that looked down on everything—he hadn't put the experts of the current Jianghu in his eyes at all.

Even when he mentioned Shen Yu, this Ancestor, who looked like an eight or nine-year-old child, had treated him as mere blood-food, as if he could swallow him up at any moment.

But the result? He was all show and no substance, as pathetic as one could possibly be.

Even children fighting would at least make some noise, yet he had been killed by someone, and throughout the entire process, the Leng Family hadn't even felt a ripple; they hadn't heard a single sound of battle before the person was already gone.

This showed that the gap between the two was not just ordinary; the other party had completely crushed him.

You say you don't have much ability, so why brag? If I had known it would be like this, I would have clung to Shen Yu's leg when he arrived; would I have had to be so subservient to you!

Looking up at Shen Yu's cold gaze, Leng Hanyue's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said, "Lord Shen, I actually have another secret I want to tell you. Please give me another chance, I will definitely make you satisfied!"

He reached his hand into his robe, seemingly wanting to pull something out to attack, but when he withdrew his hand from his robe and presented it to Shen Yu as if offering a treasure, he suddenly splayed his five fingers, and a cloud of thick smoke instantly enveloped them.

When the thick smoke gradually dissipated, Leng Hanyue's figure was long gone from the spot.

Run, run by any means necessary, regardless of everything!

His movement technique was pushed to the limit as he vaulted over the heavy, high walls of the Leng Family. Looking back, Leng Hanyue felt a surge of joy; he discovered that Shen Yu had not pursued him.

As long as he jumped out of the Leng Family and hid among the crowds, his life might be saved.

But when he turned his head back, wanting to continue fleeing forward, a figure had already blocked his path.

This figure seemed to have been there from the very beginning, blocking the only way forward like a mountain, leaving one feeling only deep powerlessness and despair.

Barely managing to force an ugly smile onto his face, Leng Hanyue whispered, "Lord Shen, if I said everything just now was a misunderstanding, would you believe me?"

"What do you think?" Answering him was a terrifying Sword Qi that reached the heavens and the earth, as if it were about to split the firmament. It was like a surging great river, continuous and boundless.

In the final moments of Leng Hanyue's consciousness, only this stunning, brilliant sword light remained, and then his consciousness was completely erased; nothing was left.

When Shen Yu killed Tong Sheng—that old monster who had the appearance of a child but had actually lived for who knows how long—a person in the distance suddenly stopped their steps, gazing into the distance as if looking toward this place.

However, Shen Yu did not notice any of this. At that time, he was immersed in the joy of the system sign-in.

"Another old friend has vanished. The young people of today are truly capable!"

"But it is good that he died; there are too many wolves and too little meat, and it is never enough to go around. The people of this world must not be wiped out entirely, so what does it matter if some of these people die?"

Turning his head, this person continued to walk forward, as if indifferent to everything.

This person wore hempen clothes, his face was full of the vicissitudes of life, and his dark face was covered in stubble; he looked just like an ordinary old man.

At this moment, he was walking forward step by step, looking just like an ordinary passerby.

But if one were to observe carefully, one would discover that every step he took was firm, as steady as a mountain.

If there happened to be an expert nearby at this time, they would discover the difference in this person.

With every step he took, his aura seemed to rise a fraction; after a few steps, the aura on his body was already surging, as if it had grown several times stronger.

However, his aura only lingered within three feet of his body and did not leak out, which was why no one could perceive it.

And when he raised his head, his gaze was sharp, as if containing ten thousand zhang of brilliant light, as bright as the stars, sun, and moon.

"The people of the world are all ignorant; let me personally open this chaotic era!"

Staring into the distance, this person sighed and continued walking forward. His steps were firm, his gaze even firmer, and the direction he was heading toward was where one of the most magnificent cities in the world was entrenched.

At this moment, inside the Capital, Chen Xing was dragging his sickly body, busy to and fro; the fatigue on his face was enough to prove that he had not rested for a long time, and even the people around him were full of concern.

They were terrified that at any moment Chen Xing would be unable to hold on and collapse right there.

But Chen Xing kept gritting his teeth and persisting; he could not let himself fall.

Previously, Shen Yu had sent him a message, stating bluntly that the Forbidden Land had opened, the Spiritual Qi Surge was unstoppable, and the Great Contention Era had arrived.

Such news was enough to plunge him into shock and unease. The Great Contention Era sounded pleasant, but when had it ever not been accompanied by bloody reality and the piled-up white bones of countless commoners?

It was only through three generations of wise monarchs of the Imperial Court, plus his own dedicated assistance, that this current prosperous age had been achieved.

But once the Great Contention Era arrived and those old monsters appeared, this flourishing world would be stained red with blood and shattered into pieces in an instant.

Fortunately, Shen Yu had said that he had laid down layers of Arrays in Xiaozhou using the momentum of the mountains and rivers; these Arrays were already of a small scale and enough to resist some attacks.

Now, he was trying every possible way to move the commoners there as much as possible, while simultaneously moving the commoners around the Capital into the Capital itself. The Capital had the Great Array to protect it, which should be able to shield some of the people.

At the same time, he began to transport reserve supplies to the Capital with all his might, beginning preparations for a protracted war.

The duration of the Spiritual Qi Surge varied, with the shortest lasting several decades; during such a long time, the Capital had to ensure sufficient supplies.

Once those old monsters revived in large numbers, the Capital's Great Array must never be turned off, otherwise, it could face an attack at any time.

This meant that during this period, the Capital would basically be completely cut off from the outside world; one should not hope to transport grain from other places.

He also hoped that his preparations here could survive the Spiritual Qi Surge and protect the people of the Capital as much as possible.

As for other places, they were also powerless to help and could only let those places fend for themselves.

"Lord Chen, please take a rest; you haven't closed your eyes for three days!"

"This old man is not tired!" Shaking his head, Chen Xing was exhausted, but he had no intention of leaving at all.

"How is the situation with the Capital's supply statistics? Are the grain and fodder sufficient?"

"Reporting to you, Lord, please rest assured. The Imperial Court began preparations a long time ago, using specialized Arrays to store grain, which can keep the grain from rotting or spoiling."

"Plus, with the reserve grain from granaries all over the country being continuously transferred to the Capital, the stored supplies are more than enough to guarantee the use of the Capital's millions of people for decades."

"On top of that, the people of the Capital can plant in their own courtyards and be as self-sufficient as possible in some open spaces. If we are careful and frugal, it might even be enough to last for a hundred years!"

"That is good. If the grain and fodder are insufficient, internal chaos will surely arise in the Capital. If external chaos has already begun and internal chaos arises again, then the Imperial Court is in danger!"

Letting out a long sigh of relief, Chen Xing felt slightly more at ease. In fact, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart: that during these hundred-plus years of the Spiritual Qi Surge, the Imperial Court could cultivate its own experts.

During this time, not only were supplies from all over being sent to the Capital, but he had also tried every way to lure the geniuses from various places there.

In the Great Contention Era, the Spirit Qi is dense; this is a rare opportunity for cultivation. If they could cultivate experts of the same realm as those old monsters to sit in town during this time, then the Capital would truly be safe.

In the Great Contention Era, they must contend as well!