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The river was flowing, and there were countless fleets coming and going.

All the resources gathered in the Imperial City to nurture all living things.

Han Muye stood in front of the porthole and looked ahead. Water vapor filled the river.

In the current Heavenly Mystic, mountains and rivers everywhere were ruled by the orthodox deities. The Divine Dao and the Confucian Dao divide the power of incense and the People’s Will cleanly.

It was also because of this that the Daoist sects and other cultivation sects had the intention to rebel.

How could he not be anxious when the cultivation foundation was going to be destroyed?

“Gongsun Qingfeng greets Mr. Mu Ye.” A middle-aged sword cultivator in a green robe and carrying a sword wrapped in gray cloth bowed to Han Muye.

The descendant of the number one sword cultivator of the royal family, Gongsun Shu.

Gongsun Shu had broken through outside the realm, and his cultivation and combat strength were already at the peak of the Heavenly Mystic World.

A few years ago, Gongsun Shu returned to the Central Continent to sweep through and pacify the chaos several times.

However, during the chaotic battle outside the realm, Gongsun Shu left again to fight outside the realm.

Gongsun Qingfeng’s cultivation level was at the eighth level of the Heaven Realm, and he was one of the strongest among the younger generation of the Gongsun family.

He was Yunduan’s guard.

Yunduan was the heir to the throne. She had the title of Mystic Sun Heavenly Tiger but her cultivation and combat strength were not great.

However, no one dared to offend her.

Han Muye glanced at Gongsun Qingfeng and nodded. “With your cultivation, it’s enough to protect Yunduan.

“However, there are many sword cultivators on this trip to the Eastern Sea. Don’t care about the outcome. Don’t have the intention to win.”

All sword cultivators were arrogant. The sword cultivators of the Eastern Sea were powerful. It wouldn’t be a good thing if Gongsun Qingfeng fought with those sword cultivators and forgot his duty.

“Don’t worry, Master. Gongsun Qingfeng knows his duty.” Gongsun Qingfeng cupped his hands as he spoke.

When he walked out of the cabin and went to the deck, he saw the crown prince, Yunduan, and Sword Tiger, Huang Zhihu, sitting together and eating spiritual fruits.

Sword Tiger Huang Zhihu was Mr. Mu Ye’s adopted daughter. Her swordsmanship was outstanding.

Huang Zhihu had once challenged Gongsun Qingfeng. With his cultivation suppressed, Gongsun Qingfeng had no chance of winning.

“You’ve met my foster father?” Huang Zhihu turned around and looked at Gongsun Qingfeng. “Brother Gongsun, why don’t you spar with him?”

Han Muye and Lu Yuzhou addressed each other as brothers, and their seniority in the Imperial City was extremely high.

Whether it was Qin Suyang or Yan Zhenqing, these Half-Sage experts were all his peers.

In this way, Huang Zhihu’s seniority gave many people a headache.

Fortunately, Huang Zhihu was smart. When she met people with high cultivation levels, she would address them as her peers. Calling them ‘big brother’ could resolve many awkward situations and even allow her to get close to them.

This was the case with Lu Yang.

Gongsun Qingfeng shook his head and said softly, “I admire Mr. Mu Ye’s cultivation of Confucianism. As for the Sword Dao, I’ve never seen it before.”

Hearing his words, Huang Zhihu smiled. “My foster father is known as a Sword Immortal in the Western Frontier.

“Back then, he split the Heavenly Wall and opened the Heavenly Gate with his sword.”

Opened the Heavenly Gate with his sword?

Gongsun Qingfeng was stunned.

Yunduan turned around and said, “The Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Han Muye?”

At this point, her eyes widened. “The Sword Dao Immortal Han Muye, the Alchemy Great Cultivator Mu Ye, and he’s also the head of the White Deer Mountain Academy…”

Han Muye’s identity was not a secret. Until now, anyone with intention could find out.

The Western Frontier Sword Dao immortal, Han Muye.

Grandmaster Han Mu, the head of the White Deer Mountain Academy in Shuxi County.

His name shook the Imperial City. He was the great Confucian cultivator, Mu Ye, who was both proficient in alchemy and Confucianism.

The three names were world-renowned.

Each of them had unparalleled talent and unimaginable cultivation.

“Immortal of the Sword Dao?” Gongsun Qingfeng’s eyes lit up as he said in a deep voice, “Back then, when the Western Frontier opened the Heavenly Gate, anyone with a sword could go there. I didn’t have the chance to go. If I could…”

At this point, he paused and remembered what Han Muye had just said.

There were countless sword cultivators in the Eastern Sea, so it was not easy to challenge them.

“We’ll talk about it after we pacify the Eastern Sea.”

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There were 3,000 Mystic Sun Guards, 10,000 Red Flame soldiers, and dozens of Confucian and Spiritual Dao cultivators on the 10 ships.

Each of these cultivators was in the Golden Core Realm or even the Heaven Realm.

Most of them were sword experts.

After all, they were heading to the Eastern Sea. How could they not go to the Sword Dao experts?

Sword techniques were said to be able to destroy all techniques with a single strike. How could ordinary cultivators calm the chaos in the Eastern Sea?

Han Muye was in seclusion on the top floor of the flagship. Everything else was arranged by Yunduan and Huang Zhihu.

The two of them trained in the reserve commander’s camp and were very familiar with marching and setting up formations.

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Apart from the first few days of chaos, everything was in order after that.

This was especially true for Huang Zhihu. When she was young, she trained in the Ten Thousand Demon Mystic Realm of the Southern Wasteland and interacted with experts of various races. Later, in the White Deer Mountain Academy, her intelligence and methods were first-rate.

In the Imperial City Academy, Huang Zhihu had made a name for herself.

The name ‘Sword Tiger’ was even more resounding among the Mystic Sun Guards .

Before she left the Imperial City, Cuicui and Shao Datian whispered that they were not worried that Huang Zhihu would be disadvantaged.

The fleet sailed down the river and traveled 5,000 miles a day.

In Han Muye’s cabin, several phantoms stood and bowed.

These phantoms all had divine cultivators’ spiritual light.

Water lineage orthodox deities.

Down the river, Han Muye summoned all the Mountain River Deities along the way.

“Sir, there are 3,000 cultivators from the Daoist sects in the Deep Cloud Gorge ahead,” a mountain deity in golden armor said in a low voice.

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“Sir, the Daoist sects and demonic cultivators in the eight counties in Dongnan have already taken action. They are about to besiege us.” The one who spoke was Qi Ziyu, who had been conferred the title of Water Lineage Deity at the Guan Estuary.

Thirty thousand miles ahead was the Guan Estuary. Qi Ziyu had received Han Muye’s edict