Chapter 211: The Son of Destiny

"During this time, I have been wandering near the city gates of the imperial capital, spreading the name of His Highness," Zhang Jiao replied respectfully.

Qin Jun was taken aback. Is this guy trying to deceive people again?

The bewildering aura can indeed be quite abnormal. Who knows how many people have been successfully deceived by him.

Before Qin Jun could inquire, Zhang Jiao began reporting his achievements: "The 200,000 soldiers at the west city gate have expressed their willingness to join His Highness!"

200,000!

Qin Jun widened his eyes, and even Taibai Jinxing and the others were startled.

In just a few days?

The soldiers of the imperial capital were not ordinary. At the very least, they all had a cultivation level of the fifth level of the Foundation Establishment stage, and there were even many Golden Core stage existences. Yet, they were persuaded to surrender by Zhang Jiao?

Although 200,000 troops still seemed like ants to them, for someone of Zhang Jiao's cultivation level, it was truly a miracle.

"Are they really 200,000 regular soldiers?" Qin Jun furrowed his brow and asked. Could they all be old, weak, sick, or disabled characters?

Zhang Jiao solemnly replied, "They are indeed regular soldiers, and they are the city garrison!"

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at him with newfound respect. They hadn't expected that someone with a Golden Core cultivation level could achieve such a feat.

It seemed that those who were willing to join His Highness were not simple characters. Either they had extraordinary combat power, or they possessed special talents. Zhang Jiao's persuasive skills had clearly reached the peak.

"Very well, work hard. I won't treat you unfairly in the future!" Qin Jun patted Zhang Jiao's shoulder and said with a smile, showing a look of confidence in him.

Zhang Jiao quickly responded humbly, and the atmosphere became even more harmonious.

With 200,000 troops joining, Qin Jun naturally felt elated. In addition, the White Robed Army would soon arrive. His subordinates would not only consist of top-notch experts, but also have considerable military strength.

Soon, the shopkeeper called for the waiter to serve the food. Qin Jun and the others enjoyed their drinks and had a good time, while the people in the inn were trembling with fear.

After about half an hour, Sha Wujing and Li Yuanba returned, both covered in blood, looking quite intimidating.

"Is everything done?" Qin Jun asked with a smile. With Beigong Zu's death, there was naturally no one in the Southern Zhuo Dynasty who could confront Sha Wujing. Even Li Yuanba could act without restraint.

"Of course!" Li Yuanba raised his chin proudly.

Red Boy's eyes lit up and he said with a playful smile, "Big guy, when are we going to have a showdown?"

Although Li Yuanba looked like a sick ghost, he was indeed a giant to Red Boy, who had a baby-like figure.

"Sure!"

Li Yuanba's eyes immediately lit up. The scene of Red Boy's battle with the senior from before had been deeply impressive to him. He was not afraid, but rather eager to try.

Who was afraid of the Golden Winged Great Peng Bird?

His inherent arrogance made him unafraid of any opponent. When faced with strength, he became stronger!

Qin Jun was quite troubled. Both Li Yuanba and Red Boy were not ones to accept defeat. A battle between the two would most likely turn into a fight to the death. It seemed that he would have to give them more guidance in the future.

Afterwards, the group enjoyed another cup of tea and then left the Tianci Inn. The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief and unconsciously wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Your Highness, are we leaving now? Aren't you going to wait for Aowujian to unify the Southern Zhuo Dynasty?" Taibai Jinxing asked with a light smile.

Qin Jun shook his head. "I'm afraid I won't be able to resist making things difficult for him!"

The others burst into laughter. Qin Jun was good at everything, but he loved to tease people.

But for the time being, he really couldn't afford to destroy the Southern Zhuo Dynasty. If the Southern Zhuo Dynasty fell, the other dynasties would surely extend their hands, which would not be conducive to the development of the Qianyue Kingdom. If the Southern Zhuo Dynasty did not fall, it would provide an opportunity for the development of the Qianyue Kingdom, as if the sky were to fall, there would be someone tall enough to hold it up.

With that, the group headed towards the west city gate. Before leaving, Qin Jun naturally had to take the 200,000 troops from the west city gate with him. If Aowujian found out later, he would surely be infuriated.

The soldiers of the imperial capital were all elite among elites.

...

Boom!

The thunderclouds churned, and lightning snaked down like dragons, disappearing in the blink of an eye. The drizzling rain washed over the vast desert, and a massive palace stood amidst it, resembling a giant palm striking the sky. In the stormy night, it looked eerie and terrifying, like a ghostly fortress.

Whoosh! A figure flew from the sky and headed towards the menacing palace. Upon closer inspection, it was the senior who had battled Red Boy earlier. However, at this moment, he appeared like a phantom, extremely unreal. If a cultivator with profound cultivation saw him, they would recognize that he was in a state of soul projection.

He had actually escaped from the Samadhi True Fire.

"I will not rest until I have avenged this humiliation!" The senior's eyes flickered with a mad killing intent. This was the first time he had been in such a miserable state.

He was a dominant figure in the Unclaimed Territory, a place where the laws of the jungle were fully displayed, and where the forces of righteousness and evil intersected. The area was vast, even surpassing the Southern Zhuo Dynasty. It was filled with various sects, and the law of the jungle was vividly demonstrated. The Southern Ming Sacred Sect, where You Fenghuang was located, was one of the forces in the area.

Gudeng was the head of the Black Burning God Sect, and the Southern Ming Sacred Sect was a subsidiary sect of the Black Burning God Sect.

You Fenghuang's status was too low to come into contact with Gudeng.

This time, Gudeng had made up his mind. Once his injuries healed, he would lead the Black Burning God Sect to crush the Southern Zhuo Dynasty and the Qianyue Kingdom under Qin Jun's command.

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Southern Zhuo Dynasty, the west city gate of the imperial capital.

The cultivators on the street retreated like a tide, and soon after, Qin Jun and the others arrived from the end of the street.

"Haha, why are these people so afraid of us?" asked the curious Red Boy, standing on the shoulder of Qin Jun. According to his account, he had been practicing since birth, and it took him three hundred years of cultivation before he came out to gain experience. Qin Jun had met him before he was demoted, and the two hit it off immediately. The playful Red Boy came to support him upon hearing about his trouble.

Of course, Qin Jun had no memory of their previous encounter, but he understood that this was a memory arrangement by the mythological system, so he didn't expose it.

The crowd was deeply puzzled. How did he make friends with so many powerful people?

Even in their confusion, they couldn't imagine the existence of the mythological system, because each of them had their own memories. At least they could testify for themselves. All their doubts eventually turned into admiration.

The Son of Destiny!

This was how Tai Bai Xing Xing evaluated Qin Jun, leaving Qin Yun, Zhu Yanqing, and Bai Menghu shocked.

"It's all because of you," Qin Jun laughed and scolded. The previous battle would soon spread far and wide, and the name of the Great King of the Holy Infant would surely be heard.

Red Boy smiled triumphantly, making him look even more adorable.

Just then, a group of soldiers suddenly ran forward. They were armed, wearing heavy armor, and their running made the whole street tremble.

"Great, the army is coming to subdue Qin Jun!"

"Don't be ridiculous. The seven major sects couldn't handle Qin Jun. Do you think the army can?"

"Even if they can't, the soldiers of my Southern Zhuo Dynasty are all passionate and brave men, ready to fight to the last moment!"

"You're not a soldier, why are you so excited?"

The surrounding cultivators discussed eagerly, all looking at the running soldiers with anticipation.