High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

Li Changqing gave a wry smile after being slapped, his eyes slightly reddening. He punched the other man in the chest, saying, "Senior Brother Xiao, if you use any more force, my old bones will fall apart."

The newcomer was none other than Xiao Po-xiao, the Chief Inspector of the Demon-Slaying Command of the Imperial Capital and a seventh-tier expert.

Xiao Po-xiao released him, looked him up and down, and nodded with satisfaction: "Good, good! Lei Jun is back in his place, he didn't disappoint me at all."

He took out a jade box from his storage ring and shoved it into Li Changqing's hand without saying a word.

"This is the 'Purple Essence Restoration Pill.' Your arms have just recovered, but your foundation is damaged. This pill can help you strengthen your body and restore your vitality."

He then turned to Lu Chenzhou and handed him another jade bottle: "Brother Lu, your Vajra Dharma Form has also been damaged in its essence. Take this bottle of 'Jade Marrow Regenerating Dew'."

Finally, he walked up to Feng Qingyang, his smile fading, replaced by apology and heaviness.

He took out a pill that emitted a soft glow.

"General Feng, this is the 'Soul Nourishing Pill.' The Commander-in-Chief already knows about your situation... Your S-rank Divine Sword Martial Soul has shattered too completely. This pill can only nourish your remnant soul; it's better than nothing."

Xiao Po-xiao sighed: "The Commander will do his best to find a way to repair your Martial Soul throughout the entire Great Xia territory, but... the hope is slim, you need to be mentally prepared."

Feng Qingyang was pale and weak. Having lost all his cultivation, he looked like an ordinary drunken old man.

He laughed nonchalantly, took the pill, threw it directly into his mouth, and then took a swig of wine.

"Being able to live to see those beasts from the Xia family destroyed is enough! As for repairing my martial soul, let fate decide."

Even so, the fleeting sadness in his eyes did not escape everyone's notice.

Just then, a calm yet firm voice came from behind the crowd.

"Principal Feng."

Feng Mo had already walked up to the group without anyone noticing.

He looked at Feng Qingyang, whose face was pale, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I'll find a way to deal with your martial spirit."

"I mean what I say, and I do what I say."

There were no grand pronouncements, no empty words of comfort, just a simple statement.

But this unwavering determination shocked everyone present.

Feng Qingyang was suddenly stunned, his cloudy, drunken eyes fixed on Feng Mo.

A few seconds later, he suddenly burst into a tremendous laugh, laughing so hard that he was doubled over and even had tears streaming down his face.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He reached out his hand, which wasn't holding the wine gourd, and slapped it hard on Feng Mo's shoulder. He stumbled because he used too much force.

"This old man has been waiting for your good news!"

Xiao Po-xiao's gaze also fell on Feng Mo.

A fleeting look of surprise crossed his deep eyes.

With his seventh-level cultivation, he couldn't see through the depth of this young man's abilities at all.

He felt that Feng Mo was like a bottomless ancient well, calm on the surface but containing a terrifying power capable of overturning everything.

"You are Feng Mo, right?" Xiao Po Xiao asked, his voice much gentler.

"Not bad." Feng Mo nodded.

Xiao Po-xiao gave him a deep look and slowly said, "I came here this time on the highest orders from the General Headquarters."

"Firstly, to reward all the soldiers of Shanghai and to commend your merits in quelling the demonic scourge and suppressing the rebels."

"Secondly..." he paused, his gaze becoming solemn, "to formally bestow upon you the title of 'General'."

"According to the rules, you must accompany me to the capital to receive the official investiture from the Chief Commander."

"Thirdly," Xiao Po-xiao's tone became more complicated, "my father... wants to see you."

"My father?" Lu Chenzhou's expression changed upon hearing this.

Li Changqing's expression also became extremely solemn. He looked at Feng Mo and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Xiao's father is my master, whose name is Xiao Zhen. He is the deputy director of the Demon Slaying Division and an eighth-level expert."

A living legend, the pillar of the Great Xia Demon Slaying Division, actually requested to see Feng Mo!

The meaning behind this made everyone present feel a chill in their hearts.

Is it a blessing?

Is it a disaster?

Li Changqing looked worried and transmitted his voice with his true energy: "Feng Mo, the capital is a very dangerous place. The Gu family has been deeply entrenched in the General Headquarters for hundreds of years. If you kill Gu Chongli, they will never let it go. This trip may be dangerous."

Feng Mo remained calm as he looked up at Xiao Po Xiao.

Both keen eyesight and profound wisdom are activated simultaneously.

In his vision, the aura above Xiao Po-xiao's head was majestic and righteous, condensing into a roaring golden lion, without the slightest hint of sinister or treacherous energy.

The other party had no malicious intent.

As for Deputy Director Xiao Zhen... he quelled the East Sea with a single blow and slew a seventh-level demon emperor. This achievement was enough to alarm the highest levels of the Great Xia Dynasty.

It's perfectly normal for the other party to want to see him.

And what about the threat posed by the Gu family?

A cold smile curled at the corner of Feng Mo's lips.

He is never afraid of trouble.

He was only afraid that there wouldn't be enough trouble, and the leeks wouldn't grow long enough.

"The capital," Feng Mo said calmly, looking at Xiao Po Xiao.

"I'll go."

The decision has been made and there will be no change.

Before leaving, Feng Mo bid farewell to everyone.

Feng Qingyang had reverted to his lazy demeanor, leaning against the frame of the headquarters and tossing him a black wine gourd with drunken eyes.

"Kid, this gourd doesn't contain wine, it contains a 'Spell-Breaking Sword Qi' that I obtained during my travels years ago. It can cleave through a seventh-tier domain. When we get to the capital, if anyone dares to use those rules and regulations to pressure you..."

Feng Qingyang grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"Just punch him in the face and teach him a lesson!"

Yun Wanrou stood not far away, looking at Feng Mo with a complex expression in her eyes, a mixture of admiration, worry, and expectation. A thousand words were on the tip of her tongue, but in the end, they all boiled down to one sentence.

Be careful in everything you do.

Yang Jinyun, Zhao Yuping, Liu Yun, and other fierce generals who had followed him through blood and fire said nothing more, but knelt down on one knee in unison, clenched their right fists, and pounded them heavily on their left chests.

"Respectfully seeing off the General!"

On the ruined square of Wuhan University in Shanghai, Jin Zhengyi led a group of freshmen who had survived the disaster, shouting at the top of their lungs.

May General Feng enjoy great military success!

The boys shouted until their faces turned red, their eyes filled with undisguised fervor and adoration.

Chu Qiulan stood alone in a corner of the crowd, dressed in a clean martial arts uniform, her high ponytail neatly tied behind her head.

She simply watched the figure surrounded by admirers, watched him bid farewell to everyone, and watched him step onto a wider stage.

There was a time when she could still see him as someone she could strive to catch up with.

And now, he has reached a height that she will have to look up to for the rest of her life.

Just as Feng Mo was about to turn around and board the warship, his gaze swept across the crowd and met hers in mid-air.

Chu Qiulan's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively wanted to look away, but in the end she mustered up her courage and met his gaze.

A bitter smile, both relieved and resolute, appeared on her stunningly beautiful face.

"I...may never catch up with you."

Her voice was soft, yet exceptionally clear.

But I will not stop.

Feng Mo paused in his steps.

He looked at the proud and resilient girl without saying anything to comfort or encourage her.

That would only be a condescending act of charity.

He simply nodded slightly and calmly replied with two words.

"come on."

Chu Qiulan smiled, a genuine smile from the bottom of her heart.

Feng Mo turned around and, under the watchful eyes of everyone in Shanghai, stepped onto the gangway of the Xuan Bird warship.

The warship's engines emitted a deep roar as it slowly rose into the air, and the space around the ship began to distort.

Finally, it transformed into a black streak of light, tearing through the sky and disappearing at the edge of the horizon.

The sky over Shanghai was completely bright.

But the turmoil in the capital was only just beginning.

[This book's performance wasn't ideal, and I didn't gain much profit. It might end after finishing the story in the capital. Thank you to everyone who followed the updates.]