Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 1226 - 742 You should know why I can be called the Southern Emperor!

Chapter 1226: Chapter 742 You should know why I can be called the Southern Emperor!

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Glazed Prefecture, at the city gate.

Two rows of soldiers cloaked in Emperor’s Aura stood at attention. Demon Catchers with Iron Tokens hanging from their waists leaned against the city wall, their eyes lowered, taking in the faces of the passersby.

Not only here, but this was the scene throughout the twenty-seven Prefectures of the Great Nan Continent.

Due to the pause in Glazed Prefecture by the General of Southern Defense, within twenty zhang of the city gate, even two Titled Generals sat under the shade, seemingly chatting idly, but in reality, their presence enveloped the entire long street.

Not to mention in places where no one noticed, the whole of the Great Nan Continent was closely watched by those silent Town Stones, among which were even Third Grade Great Demons comparable to Daluo Immortal Venerable.

Under such tight security and defenses.

Two men dressed as porters entered the Prefecture City. One was tall and sturdy with a pole slung over his shoulder, the other was thin and hunched, following with his head down. After a series of inquiries by the soldiers, they calmly stepped inside.

The two passed under the eyes of the Demon Catchers and walked past the Titled Generals, their lips moving as if in conversation.

Yet the Titled Generals didn’t notice the slightest anomaly, let alone hear any sound.

"Why are we here?"

The thin porter had a few traces of doubt in his eyes.

They had traveled long distances, measuring with their feet and unable to use Divine abilities, which, though not exhausting, was quite troublesome.

Given their strength, did they really need to choose specific places to break through the Great Nan Continent?

"Glazed Prefecture is among the middle of the twenty-seven Prefectures in the Great Nan Continent. The experts of the Divine Dynasty are already aware of this Emperor’s existence, having just dealt with that group of useless people. Their minds must now be focused on this Emperor, and if they wish to prepare defenses, they will concentrate their forces in one place. This area is perfect for them to control the overall situation."

The tall porter remained focused, his muddy bare feet stepping faster and faster.

The presence of those two Fourth Grade Cultivators sitting across from each other also supported his idea—other Prefecture Cities did not receive such treatment.

"And also..."

He stretched his voice, speaking plainly without concealment, "This Emperor does not trust you, nor do I trust them."

Upon hearing this, the thin porter slightly frowned, yet dared not offend the other.

After all, the ’them’ referred to by the other was most likely the Bodhi Sect and the Three Immortals Sect. Compared to these two Great Sects, distrusting oneself seemed trivial.

A moment later.

The Southern Emperor slightly adjusted the brim of his hat, slowed his pace, and looked at the majestic Government Office ahead.

It deliberately wandered the twenty-seven Prefectures of the Southern Continent with the only remaining Demon Venerable, as if entering an uninhabited territory, not to flaunt its power or out of fear to delay time deliberately.

After all, despite being forced to move to the Divine Dynasty by the reminder of the incense ash handprint, what it feared was only the Great Freedom Pure World Bodhisattva.

Without the emergence of Sumeru Mountain, it was still the ruler who despised the world in this Great Nan Continent.

But the previous losses it suffered were definitely not something the Divine Dynasty could accomplish, mostly likely stemming from the overt and covert competitions between the two sects.

The Southern Emperor could accept taking risks to break the continent, but this time, no one would track its whereabouts, including those so-called Bodhisattvas and Immortal Venerables.

Where and when to act, only it should know.

"Hoo."

The tall porter took the carrying pole off his shoulder, letting one end rest casually on the ground.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and a rich sense of intoxication appeared on his face.

"Found it."

Szz szz... The pole dragged across the stone-brick ground, as the tall porter, with eyes closed, calmly stepped onto the stairs, crossed the threshold, and entered Fang’s Mansion.

Everyone seemed to ignore his presence.

A woman in a white robe brushed past him at the entrance, about to leave the Government Office, when she suddenly froze as if struck by lightning.

Ye Lan instinctively covered her heart, feeling the intense throbbing of her heart.

Her other hand clutched the Demon Slaying Order at her waist. Under her blank stare, the Jade Token, imbued with Three-Three Transformation power, suddenly began to surge with golden mist.

Crack, crack.

A crisp sound rang in her ears as the Demon Slaying Order in her hand shattered into pieces.

Her back was instantly drenched in cold sweat. She turned abruptly, seeing only the bustling crowd in the hall, with cheerful voices uninterrupted, everything as usual.

But Ye Lan’s body trembled slightly, her pupils following, as if seeing the floor strewn with corpses ahead.

It... had arrived!

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In the small courtyard deep within the Government Office.

Three Generals of Southern Defense were solemnly reviewing the daily messages from various Prefecture Cities, unwilling to overlook any clues.

Yang Mingli rubbed his eyes before casting his gaze on the map on the table, his eyes repeatedly circling over the twenty-seven Prefectures. With a wry smile, he said, "Whether it comes or not, whether to come or not, I’ve said it doesn’t matter. If we keep waiting in vain like this, I’m afraid it will exhaust me to death before it even arrives."

Even as a Third Grade Expert, the constant tension wasn’t sustainable either.

"You wouldn’t be happy even if it did show up."

Feng Xi cast him an annoyed look, while Yan Lanting carefully organized the booklet he had just gone through and then retrieved a new one.

Seeing this, Yang Mingli clicked his tongue, realizing even this stubborn old fellow was too preoccupied to banter, which spoke volumes about the pressure they were under.

He gazed helplessly at the map, hoping to glean some insight: "Whether it comes or not is not up to me to decide."

Just then, a wide pole about as thick as a bowl reached out from behind his shoulder, lightly tapping the middle of the map, on the piece belonging to Glazed Prefecture City.

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