987 The Great Demon in the Imperial Medicine Garden
Xia Zhenhu, Zhu Yuanshan, Duan Min, Lu Jusheng, and six other generals of the Left Imperial Guard led a large army to pay homage to Han Muye.
Others had no objections to addressing him as His Majesty Han Muye.
Han Muye had too many identities.
The people of the Nine Mystic Mountain called him Senior Brother, and the people of the Heavenly Mystic and the Central Continent called him Prime Minister Han.
Xia Zhenhu and the others led Han Muye into the remaining divine courtyard of the Left Imperial Guard.
With a force of over 300,000 soldiers and the various resources left behind by the divine courtyard era, they continued to thrive and maintain a lineage that spanned tens of thousands of years with the millions of divine courtyard residents who remained in this place.
When Han Muye returned as the Young Emperor, countless people knelt and paid their respects, tears streaming down their faces.
Not everyone wanted to have a god emperor hanging high above their heads, but as citizens of the Imperial Capital of the Divine Court, they had an obsession that had been passed down for generations.
It was a kind of glory in the bones of the people of the Imperial City.
“After exploring the Imperial Medicine Garden, if the people here are willing to go out, they can go to other realms to take a look.”
After passing through tens of thousands of kilometers of mountains and rivers and looking at the damaged city wall in front of him, Han Muye spoke softly.
Apart from hundreds of sword cultivators and 100 alchemists behind him, there were also nearly 1,000 soldiers holding spears, covered in golden armor, and with solemn expressions.
These were the guards of honor arranged by the Left Imperial Capital’s Guardian’s Residence. Their powerful combat strength was secondary. The main thing was that they were solemn and dignified.
Beside Han Muye, Xia Zhenhu and the others nodded and bowed. “Don’t worry, Your Majesty. We will convey your kindness to every citizen of the Left Imperial Capital.”
Although this place was left behind by the fall of the ancient divine court, it was still isolated from all parties.
After countless years, the inheritance here still looked like ancient times.
Many combat techniques and cultivation techniques were outdated.
“Sizzle—”
On the damaged city wall ahead, roars could be heard as three black-armored experts of the Nine Lives Cat Clan, all at the Heaven Realm, flashed their figures. Behind them, countless vines waved on the city wall.
In an instant, the weathered city wall became covered in lush green branches and leaves. Vines swayed, emanating a green halo.
“This place used to be the outskirts of the Imperial Medicine Garden, but now it’s occupied by these monsters from the garden,” a sturdy-looking general blushed on his face and spoke in a low voice.
They were supposed to defend this place, but they let the monsters run rampant. Facing Han Muye, the returned inheritor of the Divine Emperor’s legacy, they were naturally ashamed.
“Minister Han, we can take action and burn these vines directly with our fire-based sword techniques,” a senior swordsman wearing a fiery red robe spoke loudly.
His name was Jiang Xuanzheng, an expert in swordsmanship from the Heavenly Mystic. His sword cultivation reached a profound level, making him one of the top swordsmen in the Daoist sects.
The current Heavenly Mystic Dao Sects had closely followed Han Muye’s footsteps.
That’s how the Daoist sects were, always making the most correct choices at critical moment
“No, no!” An old man with a white beard behind Li Qingshi hurriedly shouted.
The alchemists behind Li Qingshi all stepped forward, wishing to stand in front of the city wall and the group of swordsmen.
“A city wall covered with Cloud Vines, do you know how many medicinal pills can be refined from them?” Unlike the solemn expressions of the swordsmen, both Li Qingshi and the alchemists behind him had excitement in their eyes.
Indeed, different cultivation paths led to different perspectives on things.
“I’ll give you an hour. If you can’t retrieve these Cloud Vines, then directly incinerate them with fire-based sword techniques,” Han Muye looked at Li Qingshi and said calmly.
An hour later.
Li Qingshi’s face stiffened slightly. He gritted his teeth and said, “Alright, just an hour.”
He led a group of alchemists to the edge of the city wall.
Han Muye raised his hand and several swordsmen dashed over, quietly guarding.
“Senior brother, alchemists are much weaker in combat compared to swordsmen. Are you trying to let them both adapt to each other?” Mu Wan walked up to Han Muye and spoke softly.
Han Muye smiled and nodded.
Alchemy cultivators were weak, but their methods were even more brilliant when dealing with these vines that had turned into demons.
By allowing the alchemists to showcase their skills, it would also help the swordsmen adjust their mindset.
“Buzz!”
Ahead, an alchemist’s cauldron rose, radiating spiritual light.
Several types of spiritual herbs were thrown into it, and the medicinal energy began to rise.
A rich fragrance permeated the air.
The alchemy grandmasters stepped forward and patted the cauldron.
Cloud energy dispersed from the cauldron.
Cloud Pill Technique.
The clouds drifted onto the city wall, and the vines waved, seemingly encountering an incredibly delicious feast, devouring every strand of cloud without hesitation.
After devouring the clouds, the spiritual light on the vines grew brighter, and visible growth could be observed.
In just a moment, the newly grown vines had extended beyond the city wall, spreading outside.
“Is this about capturing monsters or feeding them high-grade medicinal pills? I don’t get it,” a middle-aged swordsman with his hand on the hilt of his sword murmured.
He hailed from the Eastern Sea and possessed formidable cultivation and strength.
As a swordsman, his sword was his greatest reliance, and he couldn’t appreciate the methods of the alchemists.
Most of the other swordsmen had similar expressions.
Han Muye remained indifferent, not saying a word, while Mu Wan beside him had a slight smile on her face.
Not far away, Huang Zhihu and Yunduan whispered to each other, occasionally pointing towards the front.
“Woo—”
When the lush vines grew beyond the city gates, the branches and leaves swayed, producing a soft sound.
Slowly, the previously swaying branches drooped down.
“Quick, retrieve the Cloud Vines! These are the main ingredients for refining the Grade Three Pill, Cloud Vine Transformation Pill!” Li Qingshi exclaimed in a low voice, striding forward. He held a silver small knife in his hand, grabbing hold of a vine.