Chapter 170: Stabilizing the Western Frontier

Xiaoyu never imagined that one day he would be tortured to the point of exhaustion by the matter of mortals defecating.

This one thing was enough, and Xiaoyu couldn't care about anything else.

Xiaoyu took office, naturally wanting to observe the people's feelings, so he went to patrol the city for the first time. Now the so-called Yong'an City, except for a small piece of wooden buildings, was large areas of shanties.

As soon as he walked into the shanty area, a rich smell immediately rushed to his face, and at the same time, the sword cultivator's powerful perception immediately locked onto the source of the smell, one, two, three, four... totaling eleven pools, located at street corners, under trees, behind houses, and even one was right in the middle of the road, placed squarely in front of Xiaoyu!

For the first time, Xiaoyu wished his perception wasn't so sharp, and his spiritual sense reaction wasn't so fast.

To avoid being shocking, Xiaoyu was visiting in disguise this time, walking into the shanty area.

The roads in the shanty area were very narrow, winding, and occupied by the extensions of the shanties. The road surface was muddy and unbearable, full of mud and dust puddles, and naturally, there was no lack of various filth in the puddles.

The power of the Azure Void Realm could purify the poisonous substances of the Shaman Domain, but it couldn't purify the products of the digestive tracts of tens of thousands of people.

The deeper he went into the shanties, the more filth there was. At first, the piles were independent, but later they were in groups, and even connected into pieces, indistinguishable from each other.

Xiaoyu found that it was becoming increasingly difficult to find a place to step, and later he almost stepped on one, so he finally couldn't bear it anymore, flew into the sky, and fled back to the main peak like he was escaping for his life.

Xiaoyu couldn't understand why, in just a few days, the city had become like this?

In fact, if he had walked through the North District of Quliu Town like Little Wei Yuan, he would have found that Yong'an City was already quite tidy. The people living in the shanties in Quliu Town were like walking corpses, and many of them simply solved it inside the shanties.

But as the City Lord, no matter how unwilling he was, Xiaoyu felt that he had to solve these problems. The simplest solution was naturally to build more latrines, but who would build them, where to build them, where to transport the filth after they were built, where to get the water, etc., a series of problems all surged out with this idea, and each problem could become a specialized field, thereby leading to a series of problems.

Xiaoyu finally realized that it was easy to have an idea, but it was extremely difficult to turn this idea into reality.

Once back at the main peak, Xiaoyu took out the map, drew the terrain around Yong'an City and the current distribution of dwellings on paper, and then began to plan the location of latrines, the location of filth treatment, the route of water diversion ditches, how many new streets needed to be opened, which old streets needed to be widened now, etc., etc.

Slowly, more and more was drawn on the map, and it became more and more detailed, and Xiaoyu unconsciously began to re-plan the entire city.

He originally only wanted to build a few latrines.

It wasn't just Xiaoyu who was exhausted; Cui Yu was responsible for the City Guard, and as a result, from site selection, construction, to screening team members, equipping them, and training, everything had to be done from scratch.

Even though he had been leading troops for several years, he was also in a mess. In the past, Cui Yu was leading troops to fight, but now it was raising troops and training troops, which was fundamentally not the same thing. However, there was no other way; there were too many people who could fight in the Azure Void now, and Cui Yu, a mere Heavenly Foundation, couldn't lift his head wherever he went.

Now he couldn't even show off in front of those fox friends, after all, everyone had Heavenly Merit now, regardless of how it came about.

The various materials and wealth needed in the city were handed over to Yun Feifei for unified management, and the criminal justice matters were the responsibility of Xu Waner. Both women were also busy to the point of exhaustion.

Little Wei Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, watching dozens of cultivators working together to erect a memorial archway, feeling that he was too busy to divide himself.

This memorial archway was ten zhang high, supported by four giant pillars, and stood at the Nanmen of the city. The two large characters "Yong'an" were written on the archway, which was Zhang Sheng's handwriting.

The location where this memorial archway stood was the future location of the Nanmen of Yong'an City.

Yong'an sat north and faced south, with a lake to the west, and a flat grassland to the east, where future grain fields would be opened. A small river passed through the city and injected into the lake, and then there was a river at the other end of the lake, rolling away into the distance. A road could be seen in the north of the city, winding towards the center of the realm. This was a road stepped out by people and horses galloping and vehicles coming and going. Not far north of the city was a dense forest, and by the forest was a camp, inside which were three thousand offerings.

Now there was nothing in the city, only continuous shanties could be seen. There was no way, too many mortals came too urgently, and almost all the mortals who got the news abandoned everything and walked over step by step on their two legs. At this moment, there were already nearly 50,000 people in the city, and more were arriving one after another.

At this time, the memorial archway had been erected, and the ground had long been softened by Dao arts, so the four giant pillars were buried in the soil very smoothly. Subsequently, the cultivators continuously cast Dao arts, turning the ground into something as hard as stone, and at the same time applied Dao methods to the archway itself to strengthen the material and drive away insects and ants.

As the memorial archway was erected, Little Wei Yuan felt that there seemed to be some slight changes between heaven and earth, and the realm also vibrated slightly. If his perception hadn't been sharp, he would have almost ignored it.

At this time, Bao Yun appeared by Little Wei Yuan's side and said: "Found another Shaman Yu tribe, about three thousand people."

"Let's go, go wipe it out!" Little Wei Yuan gave an order, and the following cultivators blew the horn, and hundreds of knights gathered from all places towards the edge of the realm.

A red shadow flashed, and a blood horse galloped like the wind, stopping in front of Little Wei Yuan. This horse now had long feathers on all four hooves, as if it had wings. Two small slits opened above the eyes on the horse's head, and two new eyes appeared.

This horse now had some heart-to-heart connection with Little Wei Yuan, and after Little Wei Yuan flipped onto the horse, it galloped towards the gathering place by itself.

A moment later, a cavalry team rushed out of the realm to sweep away the Shaman tribe's strongholds in the surroundings. The intelligence on the Shaman tribe's strongholds from all channels these days was summarized by Bao Yun, and she went to scout and identify them one by one, and once confirmed, she would come back to summon Little Wei Yuan to fight, uprooting the Shaman tribe's strongholds one by one.

In fact, Bao Yun could also wipe out those small tribes of thousands of people by herself. It's just that such slaughter would have heavy karma entangled. If Little Wei Yuan dared to let Bao Yun go back with a body full of resentment from living beings, I'm afraid that the next day, a few old monsters from the Bao family would come and directly overturn the Azure Void.

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The Shaman tribe's army had long retreated to two thousand li away, and the small tribes in the Shattered Domain also began to flee one after another. If they didn't flee, what awaited them would be a devastating disaster.

The Shaman tribe's normal life could change the heaven and earth environment, which was something Little Wei Yuan absolutely could not tolerate. When he first raided the tribes, Little Wei Yuan would still intentionally let some Shaman people flee, but after wiping out several small tribes, he no longer intentionally indulged them, and those who could run away did so by their own ability.

After Little Wei Yuan completely slaughtered a small tribe, all the Shaman tribes seemed to have received the news and began to migrate as a whole. Now there were fewer and fewer Shaman people in the Shattered Domain, and merchant caravans rarely appeared.

If viewed from the sky, one could see a bright light green abruptly appearing in the deep green and near-black earth, like a gem embedded in the earth filled with poisonous fog.

People were continuously migrating here from the surroundings, and teams of human races were like ants, slowly moving on the earth, running towards hope.

A month ago, no one could have imagined that the strongest of the young generation of the Primordial Palace would gather in this newly opened realm, followed by consecutive bloody battles. Within half a month, five Dharma Forms, hundreds of Dao Foundations, and over 60,000 Shaman soldiers died on this land, and the casualties of civilians were in the hundreds of thousands.

With the blood of the enemy, nourishing oneself, the Azure Void finally took root in this land of tigers and wolves.

Within the vast rivers and mountains, Little Wei Yuan was just about to pull out the withered branch to see if it had taken root and sprouted. Just as his finger touched the branch, the bark of the withered branch suddenly cracked with a pop, revealing a small slit, from which spilled cold, frost-like white-gold brilliance.

The light was like water, gathering into a small pool by the branch, with mist swirling, and inside were dots of white-gold osmanthus flowers blooming and withering, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

The second volume, "The Expedition of the Poor," is finished.

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