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Chapter 365 A Thousand Years Apart, How Have You Been?

Within Yunzhou, a large number of migrating demons entered the city.

According to their classification by claws, teeth, scales, fur, and feathers, the Demon Emperor Ziye Han assigned them to five major prefectures in Yunzhou.

These demon people, who have been exiled to the snowy region for thousands of years due to their ancestors' migration, are actually several generations old. Their understanding of the Nine Provinces comes only from the folk tales and dramas passed down within their tribe.

When they saw the vibrant spring, the wildflowers in bud everywhere, and the tender willow shoots unfurling, they were all deeply moved.

In an instant, shouts of "Long live the Demon Emperor! May the demon race live forever!" resounded throughout the entire land.

"Arrange for the demon race members to stay as needed, and then report to the clan for registration."

"In addition, order five Xuan Yaos to withdraw from the front line, each with five hundred soldiers, to go to the county town to maintain order and prevent large-scale fighting."

In Baihua City, Prince Ye Han issued orders to his attendants.

The demon race is known for its simple and honest customs, and private duels are permitted within the race. This is why the demon race has been able to maintain its fierce nature for thousands of years.

However, the private duels in the laws of the demon race refer to individuals versus individuals, not groups versus groups.

Ye Han sent people to guard the area because he was worried that the bloodthirsty demon people would cause large-scale conflicts between clans over land and dwellings.

Conflicts between individuals can foster vitality, but conflicts between groups can damage harmony.

The prince's official hurriedly carved the order onto the bamboo slip. Just as he finished carving the last character, he heard the prince's voice again.

"Notify the Feather Clan and the Scale Clan, ordering them to lead their artisans to White Birch City to meet me after they have made preparations, and to build a demon city and His Majesty's palace for the royal family."

"I will obey your orders."

The official in charge of recording the orders bowed slightly, then withdrew from in front of the demon prince and hurriedly gave the order.

Seeing this, Ye Han turned around and returned to his own courtyard.

After the people migrated here, many things needed to be planned.

Yunzhou is mainly based on mineral resources, but it does not engage in production. Mineral resources are actually the most useless thing for them at this stage.

What they need most is to immediately cultivate the land and plant crops.

However, for the demon race who have lived in the snowy region for thousands of years, they are not actually good at this kind of thing, so how to plan is the key.

The living environment has changed, and everything will change accordingly. Policies that were suitable in the past are no longer applicable. What needs to be deleted or modified should be deleted, what needs to be abolished should be abolished, and what needs to be added should be added. This is the first test he will face when he inherits the throne.

He sat in front of his desk, looking at the slightly overcast sky outside the window, lost in thought.

Just then, servants from the mansion hurried into the house.

"Your Highness."

"What's the matter?"

"Her Highness the Princess is back."

Upon hearing this, Ye Han got up from behind his desk, then stepped out the door and walked towards the courtyard next door.

This elegant garden was specially prepared for Ye Han. It used to be a fairy garden under the name of Yunzhou Ling Shi Chamber of Commerce. The scenery there is unique, with winding streams and floating wine cups. Although the various plants and flowers have not yet bloomed, they are already considered lush and verdant compared to the snowy region.

When he came to the human realm before, he brought back several kinds of flowers for his sister, but unfortunately none of them survived. At that time, he said he would take her to the human realm to see them, and now he has fulfilled his promise.

As expected, Feng Yang was sitting on the stone bridge over Tinghu Lake, his legs dangling in the air, his snow-white feet raised, his slender toes curled like pearls, gently touching the water, while his eyes looked around.

"Feng Yang".

With a soft call, Feng Yang turned to look at Ye Han: "Elder brother, it's been a long time."

Ye Han looked her up and down: "You've indeed broken through."

"It's all thanks to my elder brother and father."

“Strength is your own, it has nothing to do with us. You treat your clansmen at the clinic every day, and your cultivation has improved so much. It really makes me ashamed.”

Ye Han smiled faintly at his younger sister, then his gaze suddenly shifted: "By the way, I saw Xiao Rou when I came here. She said you went out for a stroll. I'm a little puzzled, where did you go?"

Feng Yang's eyelashes trembled slightly after hearing this: "When I first entered the Nine Provinces, everything was new and exciting. When I reached the northern border, I couldn't move my feet, so I stayed for a while longer."

"Only in the North?"

"I'm unfamiliar with Kyushu, so where else would I go?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Han didn't say anything more, but turned to look at the pavilion on the south side of the courtyard: "Is the interior ready?"

Feng Yang turned his head and glanced at the house: "Xiao Rou is leading people to clean up. It seems like no one has lived in this house for a long time."

"It has been a long time, that's true. After our demon race invaded the Nine Provinces before the New Year, everyone here fled. Come to my place first, I'll make you a cup of tea."

"Human tea?"

Ye Han nodded: "It's a flower tea made with jasmine, which has a unique flavor."

Feng Yang nodded gently upon hearing this, put on his shoes, and followed his brother to the neighboring courtyard.

In Yunzhou, where it had just rained, the sky was not bright. Ye Han poured hot water into a teacup, and as the color deepened, a floral fragrance gradually spread.

Upon smelling the scent, Feng Yang was somewhat surprised, and his beautiful vertical pupils flickered.

"You didn't expect that even flower petals could be processed into tea, did you? Now, are you still wondering why my elder brother has been advocating for a return to Kyushu?"

“But the soldiers who died on the battlefield will not be able to drink it,” Feng Yang murmured.

"But their descendants can drink it, and that's the meaning." Ye Han raised his hand and handed the tea to Feng Yang.

War kills people and is a waste of resources and manpower, which is why Feng Yang has always opposed war.

But looking at the Nine Provinces, compared to the barren snowfields, how could she not wish that her people could live in such a place?

Seeing that his sister did not object, Ye Han couldn't help but smile. He then brought out all sorts of human snacks that he had collected and introduced them to her one by one.

Just then, the servant who had just reported Feng Yang's return was admitted to the hospital again, followed by a soldier stationed at the border.

The man handed over a note and then hurriedly left.

Feng Yang had already finished drinking the tea in his cup, and upon seeing this, he couldn't help but turn to look at the invitation in his elder brother's hand.

"The Fang family of Zhongzhou?"

“A powerful family backed by the Heavenly Academy, a celestial sect of the human race, has come to purchase spirit stones from my demon race.”

As Han Ye spoke, he took out a wooden box from behind him, placed it on the desk, and opened it.

Seeing this, Feng Yang stretched out her jade hand and took out the posts one by one. She found that these posts came from various aristocratic families in different states of the human race, and even from the five great immortal sects. Some of the posts were dated back to the time of the war.

"We've invaded the Nine Provinces, and the human race is still willing to trade with us?" Feng Yang was somewhat surprised.

"This is the despicable nature of humanity."

Ye Han wrote a checkmark on the Fang family's invitation and placed it on the table: "When we completely conquered Yunzhou, I sent a message to the human race, offering to sell spirit stones to them. At the time, the human race cursed me constantly, but few people knew that I received countless offers that very night, including from the human race's immortal sects."

“Yunzhou was not productive before, but a large number of my demon people have entered the country and need food and produce.”

"They probably think that under the intimidation of the sacred artifact, my demon race and barbarian race dare not go south, while they need spirit stones to cultivate and seek immortality, so this kind of transaction has been going on in private for a long time."

"After entering Kyushu, we need to be wary of the barbarians traveling with us. After all, we can't let others sleep soundly next to our bed. Trading with the human race will allow us to seize opportunities and avoid being attacked from both sides. It's a good choice."

Ye Han poured tea for Feng Yang: "We are only temporarily short of food, but the human race will always be short of spirit stones. Therefore, my demon race will always be one step ahead of the barbarian race, and can also restrain and divide the human race."

The entire Yunzhou region, plus half of the northern border, is large enough for the demon race to live on.

However, reproduction and expansion of the population takes time.

Under these circumstances, they were not in a hurry to continue the war and expand into new territories, but rather needed to establish themselves in Yunzhou.

Presenting historical records to prove that the demon race was once a resident of the Nine Provinces, and that their secret trade with the human race was a tactic.

Even in Ye Han's plans, it's not impossible for the demon clan's disciples to seek the Dao in the immortal sect in the future.

Humans are extremely forgetful, and before long, everyone will feel that Yunzhou should have been the territory of the demon race.

This is a conflict between ethnic groups that will span countless generations.

This time, the demon race must be extra cautious with every step they take, to avoid doing all the work for nothing, just like a thousand years ago.

However, besides these, there was something even more important that they couldn't confirm.

Thinking of this, Ye Han couldn't help but look up at the night sky.

Fate has other plans; who knows where they will lead?

boom! ! ! !

Just as they were pondering, a powerful pressure suddenly came from the north to the south, shaking the house and making the tiles rattle.

The brother and sister immediately narrowed their eyes, went outside, and looked northwest.

In the distance, there seemed to be a thick, viscous cloud that wouldn't disperse, deep and boundless, carrying a majestic aura that caused dust to swirl and the wind to howl across the northern border.

Like the demon race, the barbarian race also chose to migrate their people during this time when spring was just beginning.

This overwhelming pressure signified the arrival of the Barbarian Emperor himself. Looking at that vast aura, Ye Han felt a slight chill run down his spine.

A thousand years have passed since the Great War of the Remnants, and the three races have never communicated with each other, nor do they have a deep understanding of one another.

Just as Ye Han was unaware of the Immortal Realm leaders of the human race, and the human race was unaware of the Demon Emperor who ruled over all the demon people, they were both very mysterious in each other's eyes.

But if we're talking about mystery, then the Barbarian Emperor is actually the most mysterious one.

Very little information about him has been released. All that is known is that he has been sitting in seclusion in the Hundred Thousand Mountains for a long time, and even which generation of barbarian emperor he was is unknown.

After the alliance between the barbarian and demon races, their relationship became much closer, but no one had ever seen the barbarian emperor.

According to the barbarian prince Tuoba Yi, apart from their royal family members, even the barbarian people rarely saw their emperor.

But having sat atop the Ten Thousand Mountains for a thousand years, he was able to command his people to attack the human race for many years without losing his spirit. No one would doubt the strength and wisdom of this barbarian emperor.

Gazing at that aura, Ye Han pondered for a long time, then couldn't help but look towards the snowy region, thinking that his father was probably arriving soon.

Meanwhile, in Chu City, Youzhou.

On the wide avenue where the buildings on both sides had been pushed aside, a tall figure stepped into the distance, his powerful aura causing countless people to tremble.

"Nine Provinces."

"Finally, we meet again."

"Who would have thought that this parting would last for more than 1,200 years."

The barbarian prince Tuoba Yi was kneeling in front of the barbarian emperor at this moment, and couldn't help but look up when he heard the voice.

According to the records of the barbarian tribes, the barbarian tribes have indeed been living in the Ten Thousand Mountains for 1,200 years, but his father was not the first barbarian emperor who lived for 1,200 years.

So perhaps this recitation, filled with nostalgia, is based on the entire race?
Meanwhile, the news that the demon and barbarian races had migrated to the Youyun and Youyun states did not escape the notice of the soldiers in the northern border. The news quickly spread to the human race, causing much discussion.

While leading his people to invade the human race's nine provinces, he also pretended to trade, claiming that he only needed enough territory for his people to survive and did not want the war to spread.

This kind of treacherous behavior is truly disgusting.

However, most of those who cursed were from the lower classes or cultivators whose cultivation was not very high. Some young masters and noble ladies did not participate.

Why doesn't Brother Guo scold him?

"Forget it, I'm about to break through to the next realm, and I need to maintain a clear mind. I'd better not do anything that would make me angry."

"Breaking through? You've gathered enough spirit stones for your breakthrough?"

"Um……"

In the days that followed, news of people breaking through to higher realms kept coming out.

There are disciples of immortal sects, disciples of ancient families with a history of thousands of years, and even disciples of families with a history of hundreds of years.

Although some people broke through the barrier before the new year, the number was nowhere near what it is now, so there were congratulatory voices everywhere.

However, during this process, no one brought up topics such as how to collect the spirit stones.

Only the price of grain at Wulu Trading Company has been rising higher and higher.

Many people noticed that after the barbarian and demon races completely occupied the Nine Provinces, many aristocratic families came to buy grain again, and they bought it by the cartload.

Strangely, after the grain was bought, they did not take it back with them, but instead left through the north gate.

Meanwhile, at Nishan Tianshu Academy.

As a surge of energy flowed, the celestial light of breakthrough slowly bloomed in the sky.

Immediately following was a burst of hearty laughter that echoed through the inner courtyard of the immortal abode, attracting the attention of countless people.

Before long, Fang Jincheng, who had reached the upper realm of Tongxuan, stepped out, his aura filled with pride.

After the grain sale was over, he devoted himself to cultivating Taoism. A few days ago, his family sent him a batch of spirit stones, which helped him break through a minor hurdle.

Now, his cultivation level has caught up with Lu Hanyan, who was admitted to the hospital at the same time as him. How could he not be happy!

So the young master of the Fang family waved his hand and decided to host a banquet for all.

Invitations were extended to all the young men from the inner court, the outer court attendants, and a group of scions from prominent families in the capital, led by Zhao Yunyue, who gathered together at Hongding Tower.

Everyone raised their glasses together, drank them down in one gulp, and then wore expressions of disapproval.

"Damn Ji You, what kind of wine is this? Even a dog wouldn't drink it!"

"Brother Fang, you'd better not talk like that. Be careful he goes back to the Heavenly Academy and gives you a sword strike, then throws you into the ravine behind the mountain and locks you up."

Fang Jincheng sneered: "I heard he's farming in Fengzhou. That's probably what he's after. He might never come back."

After spring arrived, Fengzhou underwent large-scale reclamation and cultivation, a fact known to the outside world.

In addition, it is no secret that the farm workers who were hired before the Lunar New Year also returned to their registered places of residence under the leadership of Fengzhou and planted the grain seeds provided by Fengzhou.

Whenever they thought about these things, everyone had a complicated expression on their face.

Such a person with such outstanding combat power is preoccupied with mundane matters like farming and food, while such a person who is preoccupied with mundane matters like farming and food is also exceptionally strong in combat and possesses talent that is beyond the reach of others.

As the group of people were chatting idly, a group of young disciples from the Heavenly Academy came upstairs and immediately bowed to Fang Jincheng upon seeing him.

"Yu Xichen from Zhongzhou greets all senior brothers!"

"Hong Xu from Liangzhou greets all my fellow disciples!"

"..."

Upon seeing this, the disciples of the Heavenly Academy's inner court all returned the greeting.

After the new year, apart from the Dan Sect and the Xuan Yuan Immortal Mansion, the other five major immortal sects have opened their doors wide and recruited a large number of new disciples. They are currently enrolling one after another, and these people are among them.

Fang Jincheng picked up his wine glass, sized him up for a while, and then fixed his gaze on the thin boy in the far corner: "You just started your spiritual awakening, and you're so weak that you can still be admitted to the academy. Who are you?"

"In response to Senior Brother, I am Ruan Qiyu, son of the Prefect of Peiyang County, Liangzhou. I was admitted to the academy thanks to your military achievements."

"If he is a mortal, why does he possess cultivation?"

Ruan Qiyu cupped his hands and said, "In my early years, my father sent me to live with a hermitage in Liangzhou, where I began my spiritual awakening with my senior brother."

Seeing this, Fang Jincheng didn't say anything, but a hint of annoyance showed in his eyes.

Ever since the autumn battle at Tian Shu Academy three years ago, he had developed an intense aversion to people of humble origins.

Seeing their senior brother's displeased expression, the group chuckled awkwardly, then bowed and walked towards another table.

"I never expected Brother Ruan to be a humble, uneducated cultivator from the countryside."

"Oh, no, no, how could I dare to use such a great reputation on myself? People would look down on me if they heard that."

"Ah, that's true..."

The disciples had already left, but their casual conversations were clearly heard, leaving those who overheard them speechless.

In the eyes of aristocratic families, anyone who is not of the bloodline of a cultivator, regardless of whether their cultivation quota is obtained through officialdom or military merit, is in principle considered a private cultivator in the countryside.

This term is usually used to belittle someone, but now it seems to have become a compliment that no one can afford to use.

The reason for this is, of course, that someone once used this title and the sharp sword in their hand to make countless people bow down and give way.

Especially the calamity last autumn, when he tore open the Heavenly Dao Sacrifice and killed a disciple of the Holy Son under the suppression of the evil energy.

This was no secret, especially since there were many witnesses, so it had naturally spread long ago.

Because of the great war between You and Yun prefectures, many students were admitted to the academy this year for their military merits, but no one dared to use the phrase "private cultivation in the countryside" anymore.

In silence, everyone lowered their heads to eat and drink, and before they knew it, night had fallen deep outside the window.

Even at the Heavenly Academy, there were drunkards who, despite the mediocre quality of the drinks, would still get completely intoxicated.

There is a student named Lang Lihui from the Heavenly Academy. He is the son of the head of the academy, Lang. He entered the academy last year and is one of the drunkards.

He stumbled down the stairs, but after only two steps, he felt a dizzying sensation and tumbled down, landing flat on his back.

That's impossible; they clearly didn't drink that much.

Lang Lihui got up with a puzzled look on his face, only to find that it was indeed not his problem.

Because at that moment, the entire Hongding Tower was shaking.

No, the entire capital city of Shengjing was shaking.

But what was most astonishing was not the earth-shaking tremors, but the sudden burst of light from the northeast, a dazzling brilliance that tore through the pitch-black night in an instant, as if daylight had returned.

Meanwhile, in the southeast, northwest, and all directions within the Immortal Sect, several figures floated in the air, gazing towards the northeast.

Around the same time, the demon race and the barbarian race were also gazing towards the southeast.

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