Yu Ziqing's inner rage also began to slowly dissipate. His full concentration, the state of forgetting everything to focus solely on one task, also started to fade.
He looked at Si Lan, who was swaying, his eyes unfocused and not in human form, standing there as he took a light breath and shouted angrily.
"Dingyou City's Prefectural Governor Si Lan, for neglecting duties and avoiding battle, leading to the deaths of over ten thousand reinforcents from Dadui.
Falsifying historical records, covering up faults, and falsely claiming achievents. His cris are heinous, and death is not enough to quell public wrath.
Now, Jiazi City's Prefectural Governor, Qing Ziyu, strips him of his position, executing him on the spot, as a warning to others."
After the fierce shout, a beam of light suddenly radiated from the Prefectural Governor Seal of Jiazi City suspended above Yu Ziqing's head.
From Si Lan's body, the Prefectural Governor Seal of Dingyou City automatically flew out and fell into Yu Ziqing's palm.
When the seal flew away, Si Lan's eyes, sowhat dazed, were filled with despair.
In the next mont, Yu Ziqing's figure transford into a sharp blade, and he punched once more.
At that mont, although the Magical Treasure was unbroken, Si Lan inside suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist.
He was beaten to death alive like that.
Yu Ziqing stood still, calming his anger, watching the glow of the Magical Treasure slowly dim, yet it had not completely dissipated.
The blood mist burned, turning into nothingness, and within it, Si Lan's Divine Soul manifested.
Yu Ziqing frowned slightly and continued to act.
He forcefully struck the Magical Treasure, which had lost its power source, causing its brilliance to fade and fall to the ground. Then he extended a hand, directly inserting it into Si Lan's Divine Soul.
A cluster of black flas appeared at Yu Ziqing's fingertips, igniting the Divine Soul.
"You still wish to struggle, then let fulfill your wish."
The black flas ignited Si Lan's Divine Soul, and he struggled but was pressed down by Yu Ziqing, forcing him to kneel on the ground.
Slowly, his Divine Soul turned black, becoming a black kneeling statue full of agony and despair, wailing at the sky.
"In Dingyou City, so many people were erased by you with a stroke of a pen, all labeled as war casualties, becoming your achievents. How dare you?
Kneel here and suffer. When one day I take this seal away, after three hundred years, you will finally be able to perish and find relief.
Consider yourself lucky that I am not yet powerful enough. Otherwise, I would make you kneel for a whole epoch, leaving a foul na for all eternity."
Yu Ziqing flew up and looked towards the direction of the city gate.
Yang appeared beside Yu Ziqing, observing the wide-open city gate and those rushing out to aid the reinforcents.
"From the mont you started fighting that guy, soone went to kill Si Lan's lackeys, opened the city gate, and went to assist the reinforcents."
Yu Ziqing, together with Yang, flew to the city wall and glanced.
The once brutal bloody battles remained as fierce as ever, yet this ti, it was a bit different.
They won.
The White Feather Army of Daqian was completely annihilated.
A soldier from the Prefectural Governor Mansion handed over three pieces of Magical Treasure, two Storage Bags, and a Tiger Talisman to Yu Ziqing.
"Sir, these are the last remaining items."
Yu Ziqing picked up the Tiger Talisman, which seed to co alive, transforming into a White Tiger. It roared at the sky, looked at Yu Ziqing, and reverted to the form of a Tiger Talisman, quietly falling into Yu Ziqing's hand.
Yu Ziqing looked at the Storage Bags, they belonged to those two Ninth Tier figures from Daqian.
Inside, from Spirit Jade to various Pills, materials, Classics, Dharma thods, everything was available.
The three pieces of Magical Treasure were the protective Dharma Treasures of the three Ninth Tier figures, intimately linked by life and cultivation.
These were their main Magical Treasures they refined daily, akin to the sword in a Sword Cultivator's hand.
Even though they had fallen, there was still a high probability that the Magical Treasure would remain.
A broad sword, a gourd, and a large flag.
"Yang, do you recognize them?"
Yang took the Magical Treasures and studied them briefly.
"The broad sword is a typical Magic Treasure of Dadui, widely used in the military. Yet, one refined to this level, I've never seen before.
Moreover, with a Tiger Talisman in hand, he was presumably the commander.
That Red Gourd contains Red Sand Three Thousand Catties, capable of annihilating human flesh, a deadly weapon in battles between armies.
Now it is only slightly depleted but still usable.
As for this large flag, it is essentially the Devil Dao Magical Treasure Ten Thousand Soul Banner, likely belonging to that individual, used at the front to scour battle souls and strengthen the Magical Treasure.
Unfortunately, the war souls within it have all vanished, leaving it an empty shell. Though it retains its grade, it lacks any real power.
Let's store it for now."
Yu Ziqing took the Magical Treasures, rifled through the Storage Bags, and collected all the Classics.
After letting Yang pick so materials, Yu Ziqing tossed the remaining Pills and Spirit Jade to a soldier.
"Hand them out to those who went into battle."
The soldier holding the Storage Bag looked a bit overwheld and sowhat panicked.
"I'm not Si Lan, distribute them. Each should take what they deserve. Anyone reaching out unnecessarily, I'll make them keep Si Lan company. Go now."
"Hurry up, don't waste ti," Yang kindly added.
At this, the soldier imdiately knelt on the ground, tears in his eyes, and kowtowed to Yu Ziqing.
Yu Ziqing quickly pulled him up.
"There's no need for this, I can't accept it."
"Sir, actually, we haven't received military pay for eight years. We... we really aren't..." The soldier, sowhat agitated, spoke haltingly.
"Go on, each should take what they deserve. If there's extra, distribute it according to rit." Yu Ziqing patted his shoulder, urging him to leave.
Actually, Yu Ziqing wanted to ask why they continued to fight to the death without pay for eight years.
Yet, he felt asking would be an insult to them.
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