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

Feng Qingyang smiled.

This kid is bolder than he imagined.

He took a file from the table, flicked it with his fingertip, and the file flew out and stopped precisely in front of Feng Mo.

"Xinlanjiang, 1200 kilometers west of Shanghai Base City."

"A catfish demon at the peak of the fifth rank dwells in the river. In order to break through, it proclaimed itself the river god and raised nearly 30,000 people along the riverbank."

"For more than two hundred years, they have built temples, received incense offerings, and demanded young boys and girls as sacrifices every year."

Feng Qingyang leaned back in his chair, his voice tinged with a hint of laziness.

"That catfish is very cunning. It hides at the bottom of the river when it encounters a strong enemy, and it is extremely difficult to kill because of the complex waterways. I have been busy with other matters and haven't had time to deal with it."

"You hold the Thunder Lord's Token, and in my Demon Slaying Division, your status is equivalent to that of a general, but you have no real power."

"I'll give you more authority. I'll allow you to act as my commander-in-chief, to mobilize troops and generals, and to demolish this 'river god's' temple and twist his head off."

"Is this vote big enough?"

Feng Mo took the dossier and scanned it with his divine sense. The contents were exactly the same as what Feng Qingyang had said, only the details were more detailed, and there was even a picture of the catfish demon, which was ugly and ferocious.

He shook his head, his tone calm.

"generally."

When he first entered the fourth rank, he was able to kill a fifth-rank peak demonized martial artist with a single blow.

Now that he has reached the ninth level of the fourth rank and is at the peak of his cultivation, his martial arts and movement techniques have been fully upgraded. A mere fifth-rank catfish is really no match for him.

"Oh?"

Feng Qingyang raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Do you know what this mission means?"

"As your successor, the first challenge you'll face is how to subdue my group of unruly Tier 5 warriors."

"The second thing is to use your brain to lure that slippery catfish out of the river."

"The third, and most troublesome, issue is how to bring back those 30,000 compatriots who have been brainwashed for over 200 years, safely and without incident."

He leaned forward slightly, staring into Feng Mo's eyes.

"Now, do you still think this is only moderately difficult?"

Feng Mo nodded: "It's not difficult."

Feng Qingyang remained silent, simply staring at Feng Mo.

The office was so quiet that you could hear the wind whistling through the holes in the windows.

After a long silence, he spoke again, his tone tinged with amusement.

"Okay. Then I'll leave this to you."

"I hope what you actually do will be as beautiful as what you say."

Feng Qingyang wanted to see just how brilliant this rough jade, personally chosen by Lei Jun, could be.

Of course, he also had his own ulterior motives for this mission.

Besides honing his skills, he had another secret plan.

With a wave of his hand, Feng Qingyang sent a token, its surface a clear blue, with the character "风" (wind) carved on the front and a sword engraved on the back, slowly floating to Feng Mo's front.

"Since they are going to war on my behalf, they must naturally carry my token to command troops."

"Lei Junling can give you an identity, but he can't command the people under my command."

"I've given you the power. Whether you can keep those arrogant and unruly soldiers under you in check is up to you."

"Don't blame me for not warning you, the men under me are all tough nut to crack, they've crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and their tempers are worse than the last. You're not as strong as them, so you probably won't succeed by force. Use your brain."

Feng Mo took the general's token. It felt slightly cool to the touch, and a sharp sword intent emanated from it.

"I have a few questions."

"ask."

"Did the demonic beasts proclaim themselves gods in order to cultivate?"

Feng Qingyang nodded: "That's right. Demonic beasts have powerful physical bodies and each has its own strengths, but they envy the martial spirit of our human race. Some powerful demons created the 'God Sealing Technique,' which involves enslaving humans and collecting their spiritual power such as faith, awe, and fear. Over time, they can condense a 'Demon God Dharma Image' that is similar to a martial spirit."

"Of course, that's what they call it. We call that thing a pseudo-martial spirit."

Pseudo-Martial Soul.

A scene from the martial arts exam flashed through Feng Mo's mind: Leng Wuhen, together with several sect disciples, formed a battle formation and also condensed that so-called pseudo-martial spirit.

So the original version is here.

"Understood."

"The second question: since the catfish is hiding in the river and not coming out, why not just send people to bring the people living along the riverbank back?"

Feng Qingyang shook his head, the smile on his face fading, and his expression becoming more serious.

"Those people have lived there for three or four generations. In their minds, the river god is the heaven."

"If we don't personally slay that catfish, and completely shatter and rebuild their distorted worldview, bringing them back to the base city rashly will only create a huge hidden danger."

"Back then... sigh, let's not talk about it."

"The third question," Feng Mo's tone turned colder, "Are there many such strongholds outside the base city where demonic beasts are raising humans?"

Feng Qingyang let out a long sigh.

"Too much, far too much."

"Just like how we raise livestock, it's done on a large scale. Those people outside, their lives were given by demonic beasts, they believe in the gods of demonic beasts, and they worship the totems of demonic beasts."

"In their view, that's perfectly natural."

"In our view, it was hell on earth."

"On Blue Star, the Great Xia Kingdom appears to have a vast territory, but in reality, it is divided into numerous base cities. Beyond these cities lies a paradise for monsters. We fight continuously to reclaim our lost lands, and when a powerful enough individual emerges to guard a region, a new base city will rise."

"Of course, base cities are also frequently breached by monsters, their flames of civilization extinguished, and they are once again reduced to hell."

A grand and cruel worldview slowly unfolded in Feng Mo's mind.

On the blue planet, the human race and the demon beasts, two great civilizations, are engaged in an endless, bloody war for survival and continuation.

Base cities are nothing more than isolated islands in a vast sea of ​​blood.

"I understand it basically now."

Feng Mo nodded and put the token into his storage bracelet.

I'll go first.

"Go ahead, I'll be waiting for your good news," Feng Qingyang said with a smile.

Feng Mo turned around, and instead of going through the door, he leaped out through the huge hole.

The phantom of the Divine Dragon of Life and Death appeared beneath his feet, carrying him soaring into the sky and transforming into a streak of light, shooting straight toward the Demon Slayer Division of the Demon Capital.

Feng Qingyang watched his disappearing figure, picked up his wine gourd and took a big gulp, unable to suppress the upward curve of his lips.

"Kid, I hope you can give me a surprise..."

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