The Qilin Army set out from the capital city of Central State, following the water to the eighteen states of Jiangnan. This journey was supposed to be swift and effortless, due to the current flowing in their favor, but it beca slowed because they were constantly fighting battles, and because the actions of Li Guanyi were being widely spread.
Along the way, many people ca to join their cause. The previously prepared ships couldn’t accommodate them all, let alone the continuous stream of ordinary folks who kept coming, significantly slowing the Qilin Army’s pace.
When Li Guanyi left the Academy, most of the disciples from the Mo School’s lineage followed him, which allowed them to gather materials on site to construct new, simple chanical ships and to purchase various-sized vessels.
So, as soon as they left the land of Central State, their numbers had already significantly swelled. On the water route, leading the way was the Mo Family’s giant chanical ship, with the Qilin Army’s banner raised on the deck.
Following behind were Mo Family chanical Ships, then ordinary comrcial vessels, even fishing boats and barge ships, all carrying civilians on board.
This brought another issue—different ships moved at different speeds. chanical ships moved by chanisms, yet comrcial ships relied on the wind, and those single-sail fishing boats were driven by sheer manpower.
Just as Li Guanyi was getting a headache over this, laughter suddenly echoed over the great river. The laughter was rugged and vast, as if connecting with heaven and earth, carrying an indescribable bravado:
"The waters of Canglang are clear, one can wash my tassels."
"The waters of Canglang are murky, one can wash my feet."
On the fishing boat, the fisherman put down the fishing rod, took off his bamboo hat, and stood up at the place where water t sky. A broad-shouldered man with slightly gray hair appeared, still vigorous and sturdy, while coincidentally, the wind rose, creating waves.
The man leaped into the air, raised his hand, and summoned the Jiao Dragon Dharma, which let out a long and continuous song.
The transparent blue Flood Dragon spiraled, dispersing the strong winds. Although waves surged across the river surface, the many ships remained steady, and the slightly old man rely stepped onto the water, exhibiting extraordinary vigor.
The civilians thought they saw the Water Dragon King, many fishern relying on the river for their livelihood turned pale.
Then, they saw the Qilin Army’s great general in his Taoist robe step forth.
The elder approached, as if sweeping away mountains and toppling jade pillars, but only half-kneeled on the ground.
Behind him, the Flood Dragon lowered its head, solemnly declared:
"Kou Yulie, pays respects to the Lord!"
"This humble general, under the command of Mr. Yan Daiqing and Mr. Yuan Zhi, leads my naval sons to co and join you!"
Those witnessing this scene found themselves speechless as that young man, who had been eating with them and acting sincerely, now possessed an indescribable aura. Kou Yulie had arrived early, leading the Qilin Army’s navy captains.
"Mr. Yuan Zhi predicted the Lord would encounter such difficulties."
"Yet he understood the Lord would not abandon these civilians, thus sent us here; he said although the various ships move at different speeds, if centered around the main ship, with different regions having captains, and larger and smaller ships linked by ropes and chains."
"Externally dragged by chains, internally connected by the spirit of the military formation."
"They could retreat as one unit."
"We are here precisely for this reason."
After the Angry Scale Dragon King Kou Yulie’s addition, the fleet’s speed finally stabilized at a standard pace, although it didn’t reach the theoretical maximum speed of water transport—
because ordinary people continued to arrive upon hearing the news.
The aristocratic families beca exceedingly angry, intending to forcefully keep the civilians with sheer power, but at that mont, the Central State’s emperor personally ordered: "The actions of the civilians are natural, they belong to the people of the world, not to you."
"Li Guanyi is my Heavenly Strategy General, you shall not obstruct."
Previously during autumn hunting, the family heads of royal branches were all shot with the Divine Weapon by the power minister, causing chaos within the royal family. In Central State, Ji Yanzhong, the Grandmaster realm’s generous elder was present. In recent days, Ji Zichang vigorously reford the royal family, reclaiming authority.
At that mont, the orders were issued. Additionally, because the power minister Marquis Qin Wu was too formidable and ruthless, whenever the Qilin Army’s soldiers heard of soone wanting to join, a number of cavalry would arrive. Not long ago, the Zhao Family didn’t believe in such fate.
That day, they forcefully restrained the civilians, not letting them leave.
Upon seeing the Qilin Army soldiers coming, they got angry. The young master pulled the bow and shot those few lowly people dead, then led others to murder the two Qilin Army soldiers, eliminating any witness to the cri.
Those two soldiers were both Second Layer Heaven level.
Ordinary troops could have a squad leader at the entering realm level, but in these equipped heavy cavalry, Second Layer Heaven was considered single soldier strength. Yet although they were two armored Second Layer Heaven fighters, the aristocratic family’s foundation was strong enough to severely injure them, but after all, they were warriors who experienced many fierce battles, and they managed to escape by force in heavy armor, riding Dragon Horses.
The next day, five hundred heavy cavalry arrived.
Led personally by Ling Pingyang, one of the renowned cavalry generals of the current era, he crushed that aristocratic family, the young master was shot dead, and thereafter, no one dared to stop them. Yet, Li Guanyi’s power minister’s na grew increasingly domineering and widely spread.
Upon reaching the waterway passage of Central State, many aristocratic families, nobility, generals, and even so well-off civilians gathered at the pass, whispering among themselves, planning to observe Li Guanyi and his group’s deanor.
The sound of the flowing water, resounding like thunder, silenced the whispers. Everyone gazed from afar, all stunned, and saw in the midst of the waterway an extrely large Mo Family chanical ship with a deep draft. Although not a Four Spirits Level treasure ship, it was still a main battle-grade chanical ship.
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