Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 1054 - 670: Division of the Southern Continent, The Rising of the Great Sun_2

Chapter 1054: Chapter 670: Division of the Southern Continent, The Rising of the Great Sun_2

Before the words were fully spoken, a layer of cold frost suddenly covered Yang Mingli’s face, and those muddy eyes instantly became sharp as an eagle’s.

It was only at this moment that he revealed a bit of his true nature.

Beneath the appearance of waning energy, he was indeed a formidable being daring enough to pursue the Seven Treasures Bodhisattva.

As his demeanor changed, everyone in the hall held their breath, sweat already beading on their foreheads.

"You have just joined the Demon Slayer Bureau and are unfamiliar with the rules; even if you did something wrong, I wouldn’t blame you."

"I am not a stubborn person either; rules can be taught gradually."

"But some people, in a place where we risk our lives together, engage in forming cliques and planting their own people, which is truly nauseating!"

These three sentences were spoken and directly froze the atmosphere in the hall to a near standstill.

Yang Mingli slowly stood up.

He could tolerate Yan Lanting’s occasional mischief, even if it led to a big quarrel, and the other party still went their own way. Considering the years of their relationship, they could share the responsibility.

However, he could not accept these underhanded tactics that ended up escalating the situation beyond control.

And what kind of place was the Demon Slayer Bureau?

Here, to "lead" others, to seek conformity and arrange for a Titled General who only obeyed Yan Lanting, what was he trying to achieve?

If this precedent were set, even without external troubles, the Southern Continent would definitely be plunged into great chaos!

"I will ask you once more now."

Yang Mingli stood with his hands hanging down, staring intently at the young man across from him, suddenly raising his voice: "Who gave the order?"

"..."

Listening to those unreservedly sarcastic remarks, Yan Lanting’s brow furrowed even tighter.

He coldly turned his head to look over, his breathing becoming noticeably quicker.

A moment later, the old man, with drooping eyelids, restrained the anger in his heart and just gave Ye Lan a look, nodding slightly.

Ye Lan silently stood behind Shen Yi, guessing that even General Yan himself had not anticipated the situation to escalate to this extent.

The situation now was simple: either General Yan had to take responsibility, allowing the already marginalized elder to possibly go from being the General of Southern Defense to a powerless "enforcer".

Or Shen Yi had to bear the burden.

And the elder’s answer was straightforward; since he said he would handle it, he intended to see it through.

Ye Lan shook her head and quietly reached out to tug at Shen Yi’s clothing.

But before her hand could retract, a clear voice was heard again in the hall.

"Replying to the General, no one gave the order."

Almost simultaneously, everyone turned their surprised glances towards the figure in the black robe.

"Cough!" Even Yan Lanting, who had just picked up his teacup, choked, astoundedly turning back.

What is this?

If it weren’t his second time seeing this young man, just from that statement, Yan Lanting would suspect that the other was one of his own men infiltrated into the Demon Slayer Bureau.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Shen Yi still maintained his calm demeanor.

His dark eyes showed no hint of evasion.

Ye Lan stared blankly at the young man’s profile. With her feelings complicated yet suddenly somewhat joyful,

It seemed she really hadn’t misjudged him.

But aside from Yan and Ye, the expressions of the others were not so pleasant. Shocked that the young man dared to meet eyes with General Yang directly, they hesitated in their thoughts.

Their suspicions coincidentally aligned with what Yang Mingli was thinking.

"Good... very good..."

After a long silence, Yang Mingli finally withdrew his gaze, slowly closed his eyes, a heavier senescence enveloping him, and sighed quietly, "Incurable."

This was no longer as simple as being "led" into their ranks.

Judging by the young man’s outstanding performance, he was clearly someone Yan Lanting had carefully cultivated as a loyal follower.

He silently turned around, in front of everyone, suddenly grabbed the map on the table, clenching it tightly in his hand.

As he turned back, only indifference remained in Yang Mingli’s eyes: "Divide our ways; take your people and go. From now on, we won’t interfere with each other."

As he spoke, he tore off a piece of the map.

Of the twenty-seven prefectures of the Great Nan Continent, the torn part included nine prefectures, including Jianyang.

With no room for negotiation, Yang Mingli directly threw the torn piece at Yan Lanting’s feet.

Since our ideals differ, let’s not disgust each other any longer.

Let Yan Lanting open his dog eyes and see who is right; just when something goes wrong later, don’t come crying to me.

The moment the map hit the ground, everyone’s faces turned pale.

"Heh."

Lord Yan hesitated for a moment, showing no intent to rebut.

Even a clay figurine still has three points of fire.

Being slandered like this and considered guilty, saying anything more was meaningless.

After all, today’s event was merely a catalyst.

Over these long years of co-governing the Great Nan Continent together, the conflicts among the three had reached an irreparable extent.

When Lord Yang spoke, his gaze swept across Shen Yi and Ye Lan, clearly treating them as "Yan’s people", naturally not showing any good expressions.

But since they were splitting up, out of the nine Titled Generals, naturally one had to be sent away to prevent the other party from bringing up this issue later.

Lord Yan did not hesitate, stood up straight, and reached out towards the crowd.

All the Titled Generals hurriedly scattered to avoid.

What a joke, it’s called splitting up, but General Feng and General Yang had no conflicts, if he were picked, with only a Fifth Grade Mid Stage Ye Lan, and a young man of unknown depth on the other side, that would truly leave him as an unloved orphan.

"Stop hiding! You!" Lord Yan glared and pointed at the burly fatty.

"Don’t! Lord Yan, you are my real father, let me off this once..." Wushan, with a bitter face, didn’t even look at how the map was divided; just received the three prefectures that had just suffered from demon calamities, including He Mountain, all these accident-prone areas were in there.

Coupled with two young cultivators, he wondered if he could even survive.

But before he finished speaking, he was directly pulled out of the crowd by an invisible hand, and thrown out of the hall.

"What kind of situation is this!"

Wushan stood up with a look of grievance, which deepened when he saw Lord Yan walking out with the two young people.

"This is General Wushan, with cultivation reaching Fourth Grade."

Ye Lan briefly introduced Shen Yi.

In the past, this girl, in front of Meng Xiuwen and others, seemed like a capable Immortal elder who could solve any trouble by just reporting back, even if it meant getting scolded, the problems would always be resolved.

But facing such a major issue, Ye Lan also showed a bit of bewilderment in her eyes.

Great Nan Continent, divided into three just through a few words.

It even gave a somewhat childish impression.

But as soon as Lord Yan stepped out of this side hall, it became a done deal.

"Lord Yan, please reconsider, if not, let’s go back and make amends."

Wushan forced a smile and came forward, whispering softly to the elderly man: "This was somewhat presumptuous of you, Lord Yang meant well, he doesn’t want to see the Great Nan Continent truly fall into chaos, just lower your head, pay more attention next time, let us all get along..."

"..."

Lord Yan silenced Wushan with just a look.

He then looked towards Ye Lan: "Do you also think this old man is acting impulsively?"

On hearing that, Ye Lan pursed her lips, and took a while to answer; she indeed could not clearly see what the situation had been.

Catching this scene, Lord Yan sighed helplessly and actually reached out to pat Shen Yi’s shoulder: "How exactly did you cultivate to this level, how come you are so far behind them, could it be that you had a famous teacher?"

Perhaps the matter of splitting up wasn’t expected by this young fellow.

But out of everyone here, only this kid could understand his intentions, because as soon as Lord Yang tore that map, only Shen Yi was earnestly observing the nine prefectures.

"..."

Shen Yi shook his head and looked forward.

Lord Yan wasn’t acting impulsively.

He was betting on the lifeblood of the entire Divine Dynasty, if the guess about the Ape Demon came true during its execution.

Then if we continue in the original style of the Demon Slayer Bureau, it was almost certain that the Great Nan Continent would be devoured piece by piece.

In such a case, a swift sword was needed to cut through this tangled mess.

Lord Yan wanted to be that sword, to at least leave the nine prefectures a breathing space for the Great Nan Continent.

Of course, if the guess of that day was wrong.

And no chaos arose in the Southern Continent.

Then the three Titled Generals managing the nine prefectures would surely be more than sufficient.

At most, it would be about enduring the retaliation from the Jade Pond Immortal Sect, something this old man should barely be able to withstand.

Of course, from his own perspective.

Shen Yi truly disliked the feeling of being restrained, he now needed Demon Lifespan more than ever.

And comparatively, this Lord Yan was obviously more suitable to be a backing than General Yang.

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