Peace Order
Chapter 549 - 33 Destroying the Temple in the Mountain!_2

Chapter 549: Chapter 33 Destroying the Temple in the Mountain!_2

The Martial Artists from the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect around them turned pale.

The old swordsman’s green robe fluttered slightly, and his white hair fell down as he said indifferently,

"This is, the scenery from the pinnacle of the world."

The once mighty Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect, a first-class power in the Martial World, had completely lost their will to fight after Wei Tianduo’s violent death. Over eight thousand people threw down their weapons and surrendered. Ling Pingyang, riding a heavily armored warhorse, could even scale mountains.

A crimson flag fluttered in the background, as the Qilin Army, clad in ink-colored armor, stepped into the mountain.

The ink-colored armor and helmets were only standard issue for a second-tier corps, but they were quality nonetheless.

After battling with Yuwen Tianxian, they marched another two months.

Their armor was no longer brand new—scratches from wiping out bandits, forced marches, and killing fierce beasts in the mountains had left imperfect marks that somehow added to their imposing and somber aura.

Thousands of soldiers, including two thousand eight hundred Armored Soldiers, all clad in heavy armor, looking solemn and intense.

Carrying swords and holding mechanical crossbows, they all maintained a state ready for battle.

Exotic Beasts followed behind, carrying heavy mechanical crossbows and advancing slowly in a battle formation, while five hundred first-tier corps equipped heavy cavalry, holding cavalry spears, raced up alongside the mountain steps. The hooves of high-grade warhorses pounding the ground created a terrifying rumble.

Ling Pingyang led his iron cavalry to line up right at the gate.

All of them were Martial Artists from the Second Layer Heaven, a total of five hundred men clad in full armor, lifting their heavy spears levelled in front, presenting an intimidating sight. Martial Artists from the Martial World who gathered there could only see the fluttering crimson flags and the cold, bracing ink-colored armor under the autumnal sunlight.

Their War Spears levelled like sharp blades, stood menacingly like a forest.

Fierce Soldiers of the Military School, emitting a terrible fighting aura, unmatched Battle Formations roaring, crimson flags unfolding—the young General, casually clad in armor, had completely shattered the spirit of this large Martial World sect.

In their first battle throughout the Martial World, with the Sword Madman’s protection, they secured the most direct victory in an unbelievable manner, and the soldiers of the Qilin Army also learned what was the strongest in the world, and what was the summit of the Martial World.

A trace of pride grew in their hearts.

But that pride was cuttingly slashed away by the Sword Madman’s sword. Thus, the arrogance, presumption, and other issues that tend to grow in the minds of proud and valiant soldiers were all cut away.

The remaining Sect Master and nine elders from the sect wanted to leave.

But after witnessing the Sword Madman’s martial skills, they trembled and dared not flee. Over eight thousand disciples of the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect were suppressed by Li Guanyi’s Qilin Army and surrounded them. Although Yuwen Tianxian was still a prisoner, his Dharma Form was controlled by Siming, and moreover, he had personally directed the military formations of the Qilin Army.

Yuwen Tianxian enjoyed a certain degree of freedom.

However, watching the Qilin Army conquer a sect and then,

instead of plundering as victorious armies typically do, they simply set up camp as a matter of course.

In the military code and scrolls, there wasn’t such a method of training soldiers, and Yuwen Tianxian, who mastered all kinds of military formations, might want to say that this method was against the rules and didn’t align with past experiences. But his own experience in warfare told him that training soldiers this way could forge a terrifying army.

He was a General with a firm foundation and high proficiency in all aspects.

So he saw more.

Just as he was silently contemplating, he saw the young General sprinting over. Upon seeing him, the General’s eyes lit up, and he said, "Ah, General Yuwen, you’re here too, Yuwen Hua."

A tic developed on Yuwen Hua’s forehead.

Looking at the beaming young General, he felt irritated.

Li Guanyi said, "General Yuwen, there’s too much to sort out with the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect. Mr. Pang isn’t here, and although Changsun, Pingyang, and Aunt are present, there’s just too much to do—inventorying supplies, searching for scrolls, determining who is culpable..."

"You are a renowned General, so I must ask for your assistance."

Yuwen Tianxian frowned slightly and shook his head,

"A wise monarch emerging, things follow in order to soothe the four quarters of the land, wielding law and control, imposing punishments for crimes, and bestowing rewards for merits. By rewarding one merit, millions will be pleased; by punishing one crime, millions will be cautious; rewards do not overlook merits, and punishments do not overlook crimes—it is the military law of the state, the handle of life and death."

"I, having lost a battle as General, cannot undertake such significant matters."

Li Guanyi said bluntly, "We don’t have enough people!"

He stretched out his hand, grabbed Yuwen Tianxian, who had his Inner Qi and Cultivation Techniques sealed, hoisted him up, turned around, and walked off. When he saw Yuwen Hua standing there staring, he said, "Ah? You’re still here?"

Yuwen Hua was so angry that veins bulged on his forehead. "I, too, understand literature, jurisprudence."

Li Guanyi thought for a moment and said, "Then you come along as well."

Yuwen Hua snorted disdainfully.

Immediately afterward, he almost wished he could slap himself in the face.

I am a noble son! Why should I go and work with these country bumpkins?

The truth was that Li Guanyi didn’t want to utilize these people; it was just that there was so much scattered business to handle. Conducting a military campaign was hard, but after swallowing a stronghold, how to bestow honors and rewards, how to execute laws, how to deal with the Martial Artists, how to change military formations, all the rewards and punishments, booty, promotions...

Li Guanyi looked at the records piled high enough to fill a room.

His scalp went numb.

He felt like he was just a Martial Artist.

Breaking Army, Elder Pang!

Where are you guys at?

He needed a Think Tank, a strategist, a logistics officer, a legal officer, a calculator, someone to oversee deployment—just then, Li Guanyi suddenly realized that his team was seriously amateurish.