I have Immortality In The Cultivation World-Chapter 571 - 272: Corpse Immortal Legacy

Chapter 571: Chapter 272: Corpse Immortal Legacy

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Orthodox six years.

Spring.

The head of the Eastern Depot returned to the capital by imperial decree.

General Xie was promoted to the fourth rank as Marshal of Xuanwu. His subordinate officers were also promoted and ordered to guard Lingnan.

Lingnan was a thousand miles away from the capital, and the Orthodox Emperor’s intentions were clear.

It was both a sign of favor and a warning.

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Upon hearing the news, the martial arts sects of Jianghu wept with joy as if celebrating the New Year, thanking their ancestors for protecting their descendants through this demonic calamity.

In less than two years, the number of martial artists who died or the sects that were destroyed amounted to more than ten battles between good and evil.

The terror of being surrounded and ambushed by military formations had become a nightmare for people in Jianghu.

The head of the Eastern Depot was the master of nightmares!

Every person in Jianghu who endured those two years no longer had the courage to provoke the Eastern Depot. However, they would not admit defeat, instilling the thoughts of hatred into their disciples.

In anticipation of an extraordinary hero emerging someday, to slay the head of the Eastern Depot and avenge their fallen comrades.

Isn’t that how the stories always go? Justice will eventually triumph over evil!

As for how many just individuals died before the victory of justice, no one paid attention or cared.

Early March.

A fine drizzle fell, like smoke, like mist.

Clip-clop, clip-clop…

On the official road, more than a hundred cavalrymen galloped, their horses black, wearing black douli hats, black cloaks, and standard-issue twin blades at their waists.

Eastern Depot riders!

After recognizing the identities of the riders, whether they were scholars, officials, or wealthy merchants, they quickly made way, waiting by the roadside for the riders to disappear into the veils of rain before daring to continue their journey.

The Eastern Depot, established in the third year of Orthodox, had already reached the terrifying levels of infamy and power.

A moment later.

Through the hazy rain, the shadowy outline of towering city walls came into view.

Zhou Yi’s eyes gleamed with joy, and he vigorously shook the reins, urging Dark Clouds Treading on Snow to quicken its pace.

Outside the city gates.

Eighteen sworn children stared ardently while the officials of the Eastern Depot eagerly awaited.

The Eastern Depot riders had occupied the city gates early in the morning, driving away the soldiers and civilians to one side. Any complaints would result in a trip to the dungeons of the Inspectorate, where sedition could be found even where none existed.

Ever since the establishment of the Inspectorate, there suddenly seemed to be more officials secretly hoarding imperial robes!

Hee-haw, hee-haw!

Dark Clouds Treading on Snow’s forehooves raised high, and Zhou Yi looked down imperiously.

“Kneel to godfather!”

“Kneel to the head!”

The sworn children and officials knelt down in unison, their eyes filled with excitement and eagerness, whether sincere or feigned, as if they were seeing a beloved relative, long thought dead.

The great head of the Eastern Depot had returned to his loyal Inspectorate!

“Rise.”

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, “Has anything gone wrong at the Inspectorate while I was away?”

The crowd shook their heads, “Relying on your lordship’s fierce reputation, nobody dares to defy the Inspectorate, but the number of petitions in court has increased.”

“If one day the petitions decrease, that’s when the real trouble starts!”

Zhou Yi dismounted and stepped into the official sedan chair surrounded by the crowd.

Heading south.

The usually bustling streets were empty, with Eastern Depot riders posted every ten yards or so.

It wasn’t about dominating the streets, merely a reminder to the citizens that today was a bad day to venture outside!

Zhou Yi sat in his sedan, dozing off when suddenly the sound of clamor reached him, filled with curses such as ‘eunuch dogs’ and ‘lapdogs.’ His eyes sprang open.

“Who’s ahead?”

The voice of his sworn son, the small official outside, came through, “Godfather, it’s the Prince of Pingxi’s son, Feng Ze, who seems to be drunk. His guards have started a fight with the riders who were clearing the way.”

“Prince of Pingxi…”

Zhou Yi’s thoughts stirred as he lifted the curtain to look ahead.

In the middle of the street, a young man in white lay sprawled, drenched in mud with a jar of wine in his arms, babbling incoherently in his drunkenness.

By his side were seven or eight robust men, each exuding a fierce aura, standing off against the Eastern Depot riders.

In all of Daqing, few had the power to stand against the Inspectorate, and the Prince of Pingxi’s mansion was one of them, with even more potent influence.

Zhou Yi said coldly, “To cause trouble in the capital, even a few rogue soldiers deserve death, behead them!”

“Your will be done.”

The small official’s eyes flashed with cruelty as he leaped forward, short blades sliding from his sleeves, and after a flurry of movements, several corpses lay in the street.

“How dare you!”

The hidden experts of the Prince’s mansion shouted sternly, quickly revealing themselves to protect Feng Ze, fearing the small official would hurt the Princely Heir.

Standing in the rain, the small official glanced at the drunken Feng Ze with contempt and disdain in his eyes.

As the leading worthless noble of the capital, such a person was only lucky. With an equal background, he would have died of cold or hunger in a famine year.

“Blocking godfather’s path, whoever it is, will not be spared by our house!”

The Eastern Depot riders, hearing this, drew their swords in unison, ready to kill the Prince of Pingxi on the small official’s command.

“Such arrogance from the Eastern Depot!”

The lead guard’s face darkened, but with hundreds of riders surrounding them, and the overwhelming situation, he signaled to move the Princely Heir aside and make way.

Two guards lifted Feng Ze, indifferent to his legs dragging on the ground, and carelessly placed him in the corner by the street wall.

Seeing this, the disdain in the small official’s eyes grew even stronger—so much that even the mansion’s guards looked down upon the Princely Heir, truly deserving the label of a pitiful son of a powerful father in Daqing.

The sedan proceeded forward, and Zhou Yi fixed his gaze on the drunk and muddied Feng Ze.

His Breath Listening Technique was already perfected, allowing him to clearly discern the beating of a person’s heart. Feng Ze’s pulse was strong and vigorous, resembling that of an expert in martial arts, not the useless person as the rumors suggested.

Looking closer, Zhou Yi noticed that the mud on Feng Ze was merely superficial, his inner clothing remained spotless and new.

Zhou Yi flicked a thread of True Qi toward Feng Ze’s chest, from several yards away, testing whether the other was lying low or putting on an act.

The True Qi, upon reaching Feng Ze, sank without a trace, not even tearing his outer garments.

Feng Ze, as if sensing something, slowly opened his hazy, drunken eyes to meet Zhou Yi’s gaze. His eyes conveyed a mix of resignation, determination, and ferocity.

“Heh heh heh!”

Zhou Yi couldn’t help but laugh bizarrely, clicking his tongue in wonder.

“The people of this capital are truly interesting!”

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The Inspectorate.