Chapter 110: Young Hero Fang!

'Showing off?'

Standing before the jade carriage still being repaired by craftsmen, a carriage comparable to the Son of Heaven's, several martial artists looked at it with eyes full of confusion.

This is the first official visit of a god, after all.

If current conditions allowed, they would have made it even more luxurious and grand.

'Lord, all of these are absolutely necessary,' Ye Yonglie added from the side:

'Your daily cultivation must never be delayed. If you only ride in a sedan chair, the space is too narrow; how can you properly exercise your muscles and bones?'

'And this is just the beginning. When you travel far, you cannot possibly sleep in the wind and eat under the open sky.'

'Along the way, you must have ten or eight maids to serve you, chefs to prepare daily chilled fruits and vegetables, and personnel arranged to transport fresh catches caught and killed on the spot.'

'There will also be a band and a choir chanting the "Sutra of the Supreme, Most Glorious, Radiant God Emperor" day and night on both sides of the road to spread the divine will, as well as scribes to record everything you see and hear along the journey.'

'Then there are the matters of dealing with the refugees...'

'Enough, enough, enough, stop chanting,' Fang Can said helplessly: 'Just give me a rough estimate of the total number of people needed.'

'According to standard protocol, it is 50,000, but since you urged us urgently, we can only mobilize 10,000 troops, of which martial artists make up only seventy percent,' Ye Yonglie replied.

'Ten thousand! Are you starting a war?' Fang Can said, speechless: 'Do we have that much funding to squander like this?'

'You don't need to worry about that part; this is just the beginning,' Ye Yonglie assured him.

'Because you haven't paid attention to such matters, the number of believers has recently grown, reaching a full ten thousand, and they are all at least martial artists of the Profound Gate First Stage.'

'The money these people offer is so abundant it requires warehouses to store it; the increasing real estate and fields need more than a dozen accountants working day and night to count them. It is estimated that even one percent of it will not be spent on this trip.'

'This is without calculating the increase in wealth.'

'Once these funds are fully counted in a while, we will send specialized personnel to manage them, and use a portion of the surplus to give back to the poor believers, achieving an equal situation where every believer can drink from large bowls and eat large chunks of meat.'

Fang Can listened to Ye Yonglie's explanation with a furrowed brow and couldn't help but ask: 'You are being so ostentatious, collecting rent and acquiring farmland; does the Dayan government not inquire?'

'What is there to inquire about? Everyone is the same,' Ye Yonglie said as if it were obvious.

'What do you mean everyone is the same?'

'Because a hundred years ago, Dayan tried to launch a campaign to trample Wu Lin and rectify the martial artists' conduct, which resulted in a backlash from Wu Lin.'

'For freedom, not only Dayan martial artists, but even martial artists from neighboring Great Chu and Great Zhou came to support them voluntarily.'

'As a result of that battle, after sacrificing the lives of hundreds of martial artists of the Ascend to Heaven Path Realm, the Dayan army, which had reached a peak of several million people, was slaughtered down to a few thousand survivors.'

'Finally, only after the previous Zhang Sect of the Great Profound Gate pledged his life as a guarantee in the Dayan capital were the troubles barely calmed.'

'After that battle, the court stopped interfering in Wu Lin; martial artists belong to Wu Lin, and the court belongs to the court, and the Dayan Kingdom has been declining day by day,' Ye Yonglie said as if it were obvious:

'Moreover, everyone who worships gods does this. If our momentum is weak, the followers of other evil gods will think we cannot afford it.'

Hearing that everyone is the same, Fang Can could only accept the customs of this strange world and immediately asked:

'If it was just a few million soldiers, was it really that tragic? Hundreds of Ascend to Heaven Path martial artists died?'

Fang Can subconsciously noticed a problem: with his current power, if he exerted his full strength, he could slaughter a few million mortal soldiers in a few days.

And if he wanted to leave, relying on mortal leg power, they would not be able to stop him at all.

How did those Ascend to Heaven Path martial artists, who were even stronger than him, die in such large numbers, reaching hundreds?

'I don't know,' facing this question, Ye Yonglie shook his head in confusion.

After all, he was just a martial artist who had just reached the Heart Image stage, and a semi-illiterate who could barely read; he was not qualified to know the secrets within.

Fang Can asking these things was beyond his scope.

Another Heart Image martial artist standing nearby said: 'It is rumored that every soldier inside the Dayan army is a martial artist of the Profound Gate Ninth Stage.'

'But this should be just a rumor, because I have seen a few retired soldiers; their bodies were weak, no different from ordinary people.'

'And each signed an agreement with the official authorities, unable to reveal any military secrets by any method, otherwise they would die instantly from backlash.'

'Moreover, since that battle, the Dayan army, which was once the first among all nations, has completely declined, getting worse day by day; no one knows when the kingdom will fall.'

Several martial artists spoke words of great disrespect to each other, but no one felt anything was wrong.

Since that battle back then, officials, upon seeing martial artists, acted like turtles pulling their heads in, letting them come and go freely.

And if it were not for the fact that sects are now numerous within the Dayan Kingdom, relying solely on official power without Wu Lin's intervention, who knows when they would have been annihilated by Great Chu.

So it is actually the Son of Heaven who has a request for them.

Fang Can nodded thoughtfully, understanding the situation within the Dayan Kingdom a bit; it was simply like the end of a dynasty with warlords rising, living one day at a time.

'In that case, then let it be as you say,' Fang Can silently dropped this sentence, letting the craftsmen continue hammering and knocking on the sedan chair.

At the same time, inside the Tiger Fiend Gate, Yang Duan sat in a large armchair, looking calmly at the tall and strong young man standing before him with hands clasped.

The young man was tall and muscular, with fists large enough to stand a person on and arms strong enough to run a horse on; at this moment, his face was filled with indignation:

'Master, that Fang Can is simply too arrogant. He is clearly a disciple abandoned by the sect, yet he dares to shamelessly stay on our territory, treating the Tiger Fiend Gate as if it does not exist.'

'This is simply slapping our faces. Now, neighbors like the Huaxing Sect are watching us laugh. The longer he stays, the more face we lose.'

'I just wanted to personally go and teach him a lesson; why did you have the personal guard call me back?'

Looking at the indignant disciple before him, Yang Duan helplessly shook his head in his heart, wondering if he had acted too convincingly and fooled the sect's disciples into being confused?

'Although that Fang Can has already been expelled from my sect by me, he now has another master,' Yang Duan stated the truth.

'On the day the Heavenly Secret Tower posted the list, the Sect Master of the Calamity Sword Mountain already put out the word, welcoming all martial artists of the Mortal Shedding Body stage from the world to challenge Fang Can freely.'

'Isn't the meaning very clear? Those of the Ascend to Heaven Path Realm should not bully the weak.'

'That is a Fourth-Transcendence expert; with a wave of his hand, he could flatten the entire Yanggu County. You cannot seek death like that.'

'Previously, inside the sect, he called me Sect Master Yang; I did not pick on his logic.'

'But now that he has become a disciple of a Fourth-Transcendence Immortal, what should we call him?'

The strong young man had not thought of this crux; his lips trembled slightly as he slowly said: 'Fang... Fang Young Hero?'

(End of Chapter)