Above The Sky
Chapter 739 - 739 9 Peace in Leyan Territory with Ian's Arrival!

739: Chapter 9: Peace in Leyan Territory with Ian’s Arrival!

(5200, second update)_3 739: Chapter 9: Peace in Leyan Territory with Ian’s Arrival!

(5200, second update)_3 The youth flipped over and examined the excellent alchemical weapon for a moment, grasped it in one hand, and aimed it at the people who were slightly bowing their heads, sweating profusely, “So as long as you’re sufficiently obedient—”

Sizzle—

A scorching beam swept over everyone’s heads, burning off portions of some people’s hair.

And Ian’s voice followed, “You’ll be able to live.”

“That’s how it is.

Prepare to connect with my family’s trade association, bring out your bylaws tomorrow, and if they’re not good enough, don’t bother, roll out yourself and make space for others with potential.”

Having said this, the white-haired youth seemed to remember something; he turned his head and looked towards the captain of the former Leyan Territory’s Guard Squad, “Oh, and you.”

“Goul Tyson…

Baron Leyan’s former confidant, the captain of his Guard Squad—ended up joining forces with the Xuānfēng Sect, recognizing the other party as legitimate without any orders from The Empire…”

Ian spoke at a leisurely pace, neither deliberately elongating his tone nor speaking in a staccato fashion; he simply attracted attention with the softness of his speaking voice, even mesmerically so.

But Goul Tyson, named by such a voice, a Mountain Man with brown skin and gray hair who was already pale, shook all over, drenched in cold sweat sliding continuously down his spine.

He was a First-Level Sublimator, a warrior in everyone’s eyes, Baron Leyan’s former confidant…

which is why he understood that if a Second Energy Level Sublimator, especially the pilot of that black Armor Suit from the day, wanted to kill him, it would probably only take a thought.

He felt as if he were already locked in the sights of the Charged Rifle.

Fortunately, most Sublimators have some intelligence, otherwise, they couldn’t even gather the Primordial Seed.

So, at the instant the warning blared, without any hesitation, he knelt down and shouted loudly, “Disband!”

“My lord, I will disband the former Leyan Territory Guard Squad!

I…

I will return to being a civilian!”

“No!

I will leave Leyan Territory!

I exile myself, I will never come back!”

Ian looked somewhat surprised at the mountain captain whose response was exceptionally quick.

“Hmm.”

He nodded thoughtfully and then handed the Charged Rifle, which he was almost ready to shoot with, back to Scott.

The young man crossed his arms and nodded with a smile, “Smart people can survive.”

“Tomorrow morning, I want to hear news that the former Leyan Territory Guard Squad has disbanded—based on your quick response, you can take a few people you deem suitable.”

“I understand!

I will take those people away!”

Kneeling on the ground, the Mountain People captain could only see the white-haired young man’s spotless boots; he even sensed the residual heat left by the previous shooting of the Charged Rifle, along with the scent of Celine’s ashes…

His heart was filled with anger, fear, dread, and relief…

All his years of hard work had amounted to naught, and now he had to leave Leyan Territory with some troublemakers…

What once was his life’s work was vanishing into thin air, and he had to start all over again.

But…

at this moment.

He dared not harbor any hatred towards Ian, only an irrepressibly mixed feeling of relaxation and gratitude.

—At least he hadn’t killed him.

He really could have killed him with a single shot.

Nobody would have stopped this young lord, and indeed, he had committed crimes worthy of death.

At least, he was still a First-Level Sublimator.

With that, there still was a future to speak of.

The others silently watched this scene unfold.

They, too, felt fear, bewilderment, and helplessness…

Their life’s hard work, building up their estates, crumbled by a few casual words from the young man before them, becoming stepping stones for the future White Folks’ trade association…

How hateful, how dreadful!

But…

If such were the lord—if such were the protector…

“Then let’s follow him.”

“At least more reliable than the Mountain People.”

“His strength surpasses even Baron Leyan—such a young Sublimator genius can bring stability in these times, ensuring better days to come.”

“Finally, we have a lord strong and powerful enough… Having lived through such hair-raising experiences these past six months, perhaps we can finally lead a normal life.”

This was everyone’s train of thought.

No one found anything strange about it.

No one thought that even a hint of anomaly existed in Ian’s actions.

Because he truly was powerful, because he could slay three Second-Level Sublimators within ten minutes, because he could breach a city alone in his Armor Suit—he earned the right to decide the life or death of these disloyal ones.

Such was Terra.

Such was the system of nobles and lords in Terra.

Such was the convenience… and the tragedy of Terra.

“Go back,”

There was nothing to be cheerful about.

Ian, after being silent for a while, clapped his hands to signal that the conversation was over, “Open the granaries and distribute food tomorrow.

I want to smell wheat in every household in Leyan City by noon, take it from Celine’s guild.

If it’s not enough, you fill in the rest.”

“If you can’t, I will cut your flesh.

I do what I say.”

The youth’s aquamarine eyes were gentle as water, yet from his gaze, everyone from Leyan City’s middle management, to Scott standing behind him, and even the other White Folks soldiers in the hall, sensed a shaking yet inexplicably reassuring intention.

It was as Ian once told Master Gossay.

In South Ridge, a primordial and wild frontier filled with Magical Beasts, Natives, Alien Forms, and all sorts of poisonous monsters—no one appreciated any tender-hearted, soft-spoken, smooth-talking leaders.

What they needed—and could even be said to be desperate for—was a leader strong enough, ruthless enough, cold and heartless, wholly dedicated to leading the team forward steadily, implementing his will, seizing success.

—And as they wished, Ian arrived.

Thus, peace came to Leyan Territory.

After all of Leyan City’s middle management left the castle, Ian closed his eyes in contemplation for a while.

“Scott,” he said, “I’m going to rest now.

You take over the scheduling of the Guard Squad’s rotations.”

“Yes.” Scott, who had been standing behind Ian like a statue, responded seriously, “Any other instructions?”

“Not anymore.” It was only then that Ian revealed a smile, somewhat tired but more genuine, “I’ll just doze here for a bit.

As for you, since you are not a Sublimator, remember to schedule more rest for yourself.

Tomorrow will be a busy day for you.”

Scott quickly nodded, revealing a hearty smile, “I will.”

It didn’t take long for Scott to go about arranging the rotations.

Meanwhile, Ian sat in place, slowly closing his eyes.

He was not dozing or resting.

At this moment, the youth’s consciousness sank into the Domain of Void, ready to undergo his daily reflection and refinement.

Then, he realized that the battles he had gone through that day had brought him an unexpected gain… something that he felt was somewhat surprising.