All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 400 - 43: Lord of Broken Blade Mountain (2/3)

Chapter 400: Chapter 43: Lord of Broken Blade Mountain (2/3)

The registration of civilians and the distribution of food were both swift; at the current pace, the entire city would be registered by the afternoon.

The first day’s food distribution featured Tianyuan Realm food that An Jing provided for peace of mind, packed in plastic bags, while the subsequent Grain Hill was emergency provisions from the granary—displayed as well as reorganized during which inferior grains were sifted out.

Moreover, during this process, there were indeed individuals who attempted to burn and poison the food—An Jing didn’t know their origins, but they were either from Linlang Commerce Chamber or remnants of the True Demon Sect.

These people were hanged at the entrance to the grain piles, the worst offenders were killed, and their bodies hung to dry, while those still alive were placed next to whips. Any registered residents could queue to take a turn flogging them.

This idea wasn’t An Jing’s, but was suggested by Xu Tai—according to him, it was a local custom.

Seeing this, An Jing noticed how the people of Linjiang City were indeed excited to extremes, hurling scolding and curses as they whipped, venting all their pent-up righteous anger.

Even a young man, whose family member had starved to death due to Linlang Commerce Chamber’s actions, unleashed his potential from the intense emotions of weeping and raging. With a furious shout, he whipped a member of the Linlang Commerce Chamber, managing to sync his Mind, Body, and Technique in a lash, breaking into the Inner Breath realm!

Fate Pattern Martial Arts is like this; regardless of what one does, as long as one can be fully focused and dedicated to one’s own thoughts and purpose, breakthroughs can be achieved.

Now that even Martial Artists were being inspired, what could An Jing say? He could only increase the intensity—after all, they deserved death, so better to let the tangible hand of the people fiercely discipline their bodies and adjust their spirits.

The young Martial Artist also chose to join the administrative government of Linjiang City, becoming the first local squad leader and official under An Jing.

"As expected, as long as the Martial Artists below obey orders and the civilians don’t cause trouble, things get done much faster."

After two busy days, with the security agency and the Heaven’s Will Demon Sect Martial Artists maintaining order throughout the city, An Jing, witnessing this, let out a sigh of relief.

Although clandestine actions and petty thievery could lead some individuals to high efficiency and returns in a short period,

a stable order, with everyone cooperating under a standard set of guidelines, offers the highest efficiency.

Even the wicked hope the world is orderly because their evil deeds only profit in an environment where good order prevails.

In the current state of Linjiang City, both the security agency and Martial Artists from the Heaven’s Will were very obedient to An Jing’s commands. The flow of information was unhindered, and orders were not misinterpreted, making the whole governmental machinery run smoothly.

The fundamental reason was the small size of the team, along with Xu Tai and Bai Qinghan, two deputies who trusted An Jing completely just as he trusted them, but also because An Jing had enough prestige and gadgets like Puppetry to directly convey his will.

Linjiang City was at peace.

Faintly, An Jing even felt something akin to the ’Heavenly Mandate Feedback’ from Kanming City.

But this feeling wasn’t fully realized, so it made An Jing vigilant.

The feedback from the Heavenly Mandate had become a tool for An Jing to observe the trend of the Heavenly Mandate, and this faint signal indicated to An Jing one thing.

—The issues in Linjiang City were far from over!

And An Jing had his suspicions about the potential threats lurking.

Thus, over these two days, he often went beyond the city to treat some of the ’injured’ beasts from the Beast Tide.

Sure enough.

Most of these Demon Spirits and Ferocious Beasts that left the horde to ’heal’ in the outskirts of the city were not injured... but were tainted with Demonic Qi!

"It’s not too deep, but it’s indeed the influence of the Frost Calamity’s Demonic Qi,"

Subdue Evil observed the various degrees of discoloration and contraction marks on the Demon Spirits and firmly declared, "Removing the Demonic Qi is not difficult. Your Lesser Yang Swordsmanship and Soldier Thunder can both accomplish it, but it’s hard to say whether Soldier Thunder is treating or eradicating them."

"I don’t really care either way."

An Jing signaled the horde of beasts to line up in an orderly fashion, his eyes ignited with Pupil Fire as he channeled the Wounding Sword Qi through the Lesser Yang energy within his Heart and Body, incinerating and shattering the solidified Demonic Qi on the bodies of the horde.

From afar, An Jing’s eyes shone brightly, invisible Sword Qi twisted the air, melted the frost, and the attacked horde of beasts first let out a painful roar, but quickly recovered their Yuan Qi and bowed deeply to An Jing in what seemed like respect.

If an old Hunter were to see this scene, he would certainly be astounded, for this was the way Demon Spirits in the mountains showed ’acknowledgment,’ and if An Jing could advance his Martial Meridian, his entry into Broken Blade Mountain would be accompanied by the veneration of all beasts, with all mountains in echo.

He was not only the City Lord of Linjiang City but also the Mountain Master of Broken Blade Mountain.

However, An Jing didn’t realize that merely removing the Demonic Qi earned him such reverence from the horde. As he treated them, he pondered, "The Demonic Qi lurking within the horde is definitely a calamity, but with the suppression of the various Great Mountain Lords, it should not lead to a disaster."

"What I fear is that among the Mountain Lords of Broken Blade Mountain, there is one whose Heart and Body have already been eroded by the Demonic Qi, unaware... In time, once it is completely devoured and transformed by the Demonic Qi, a Great Demon Beast Master of Martial Meridian realm running rampant would probably be enough to breach Linjiang City."

The Beast Kings who were Mountain Masters of Broken Blade Mountain were already incredibly strong, the hardiest among their species, and the most powerful beings in the mountains. Judged by human standards, they were at least elites able to defend a locality, and normal towns simply couldn’t withstand them without relying on the Earth Vein Great Formation.

Should such beings fall into demonization, the danger they could pose to their surroundings was truly beyond imagination. At least An Jing felt he wouldn’t be able to stop them—unless he risked being schemed against by the Dragon Martial General and other officials hidden in the dark side of Da Chen and harnessed the Earth Vein’s power with the Civil and Military Formation Plate to strengthen himself.

If that time came, An Jing would not hesitate; after all, he could teleport back to the Tianyuan Realm if necessary. The separation between the two realms would sever any Dark Hand, and he could resolve the issue at his leisure in a secure environment.

But if it could be avoided without taking such risks, An Jing would certainly not act recklessly.

As An Jing considered how to communicate with the wild beasts so they could inform their Mountain Masters to cautiously inspect themselves for Demonic Qi... he suddenly felt a surge of vibrant vitality.

Lifting his head, An Jing looked ahead.

Rings of pale green light spread like waves, circles of visible vitality emerged from the depths of snow and wind, extending to every corner in all directions. A huge figure began to manifest from the mist and frost dust, with six snow-white tusks and verdant eyes—it was the Six-Tusked White Boar with the blood of Dang Kang.

It raised its head and let out a long chant. All Demon Beasts, whose demonized tissues had been burned away and Yuan Qi damaged by An Jing’s Lesser Yang Swordsmanship, felt themselves filled with power again. They stood up one after another, turned around, and rejoined the nearby Beast Tide.

And An Jing also felt that the Yuan Qi lost from continuous activation of the Lesser Yang Swordsmanship was being partially replenished—this Yuan Qi originated from between Heaven and Earth, and the effect would have been multiplied several times if it were not for the Frost Calamity, and they were in the lush, vibrant mountains instead.

Such Divine Skill of vegetation truly befit a giant beast that could become a Mountain Master.

The Six-Tusk Mountain Lord and An Jing exchanged gazes and slowly nodded in gratitude.

Then, it spoke in a clear and standard Da Chen official language that might have been even more authentic than An Jing’s northern accent, "Thank you very much, Lord An Jing. If it weren’t for your help, we would have been helpless against these demonic Mountain Beasts."

"Ah?" An Jing was genuinely shocked, "You can speak? And you recognize me?"

The long chant of the Six-Tusked White Boar hadn’t quite sounded like that of a wild boar. But after all, a Spirit Beast was still a Spirit Beast, and Dang Kang might look like a boar but wasn’t truly one, so he hadn’t paid too much attention.

But thinking about it now, that chant sounded more like a dragon’s roar, something Dang Kang could never produce... Was it really an imitation?!

"I am a Demon Spirit with intelligence and the power of speech, of course, I can talk,"

Not only could it speak, but it could even mimic the roar of a dragon. The eyes of the Six-Tusk Mountain Lord glittered with a gleam of wisdom, "I am also a registered citizen of Da Chen, named Snow Climbing Tooth, holding the post of Marshal in the Demon Division of Broken Blade Mountain. And I enjoy the storytelling, so naturally, I know of you."