The Demonic World I designed-Chapter 670 - 660: Murong Bingyun’s Northern Wasteland Mission (Part 1)!

Chapter 670: Chapter 660: Murong Bingyun’s Northern Wasteland Mission (Part 1)!

"This..."

Chen Qing looked toward the ferry crossing, sensing Zhang Zhengyuan and his group preparing to come to the Northern Wasteland, and a smile appeared on his face.

He could guess that those restless fellows would surely come to the Northern Wasteland; after all, in the agreement, he had offered the condition that a million people from the Northern Wasteland would be free from memory restrictions. However, initially, not many people came here as they were all observing the situation.

Those politicians from the Federation were not fools; they clearly understood that the Northern Wasteland was not stable, and going there could mean they might not even be able to ensure their survival.

To tempt these folks to come here, he had to make them realize that the Northern Wasteland was where they had the greatest chance to make a name for themselves!

In the Southeast, he had no plans to improve educational resources because that region bordered the Imperial Court and the Southern Wilderness, with a long geographical boundary line that was easily infiltrated. Investing heavily in educational resources there could easily result in theft, so the educational center could only be in Jiangnan—for the time being, this wouldn’t change.

How could he possibly agree to those people from the Federation trying to sideline his academy by arranging for engineers to take over?

If they wanted to compete, then they had to go to the Northern Wasteland—the front line, Jiangnan was something he had fought for with his own hands. They wanted to reap the benefits without doing anything, and he was damned if he’d let them.

The land of the Northern Wasteland was the focus of future contention. If they weren’t willing to risk their lives for it, what right did they have to aspire to high positions?

However, these people were obviously not stupid either; they quickly realized this, and several important individuals were heading toward the Northern Wasteland.

"Northern Wasteland is indeed the best place for these troublemakers," Chen Qing said with a smile. "The Little Emperor of the Northern Wasteland surely won’t be content with being marginalized, and there is also a group of staunch royalists in Northern Wolf City. To resolve this situation, using a group of memory-preserved people from the Federation to internally dismantle it is an apt strategy."

Zi Yue frowned upon hearing this, "Aren’t you afraid they’ll cause trouble from within? Using the power of the Northern Wolf City Imperial Family to counterbalance us?"

"What could possibly make them our equals?" Chen Qing said with amusement. "If we win this battle, the hearts of most citizens along the Northern Wolf line will be with me. If they fail to understand the situation and continue to be obstinate, it would only give me a perfect excuse to resolve them as well."

"You sure are good at bullying a child," Zi Yue said with a quiet tone.

Chen Qing was startled and looked at Zi Yue with a hint of bemusement, "Are you... taking the side of that Little Emperor?"

"I’m just speaking the truth," Zi Yue said with a pout.

"You don’t have... cough cough... a certain kind of predilection, do you?"

"Get lost..." Zi Yue’s eyes widened in an instant.

Chen Qing’s gaze grew even more peculiar—he rarely saw Zi Yue so agitated; she couldn’t possibly have that kind of predilection, could she? That child was only ten years old...

"Cough..." Zi Yue turned away from Chen Qing’s gaze, "I just feel that the route through the Northern Wasteland will be very important in the future. Gathering a large number of players from the Federation who retain memories of their past lives is not necessarily a good thing."

Now, there are only two most important resources: one is jadeite imbued with energy, and the other is high-quality sacred blood!

Chen Qing had already secured enough jadeite in the Dragon Palace, and with a quantity of high-quality Bai Yu, in terms of energy resources, not even the Imperial Court, which had the King Xiang Palace, could necessarily compare with Chen Qing. That substance could not only strengthen soldiers, but was also key to constructing various high-intensity tools and formations.

And the resource of sacred blood was also extremely important.

Without sacred blood, the growth rate of soldiers would always be limited, even with energy. Meanwhile, the best way for Chen Qing’s path was to release a sufficient number of ancients and then let them join the divine path cultivation to quickly grow the power of faith, making the most flawless use of the advantage offered by the divine path cultivation.

Sacred blood could rapidly revive the ancients. Relying on normal development of the divine path cultivation wouldn’t keep pace with the speed of the ancients’ revival.

The only ones who could match the ancients were the ancients themselves, even if it was the divine path cultivation...

"It’s not an issue..." Chen Qing shook his head, "Weichi Feihong is the Wind Department Fighting God, whose role in the future is to lead the special assault team in major offensive operations. The rate of death in battle is high, and those who make it out are the ones with the strongest will to survive and the greatest desire for life. Such people will not be content to be controlled by the Federation government. They will know how to choose..."

Zi Yue looked toward the north and said quietly, "Let’s hope so..."

Chen Qing’s reasoning made sense, but Zi Yue felt an inexplicable sense of unease, as if something unexpected was about to happen.

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"This Northern Wasteland is so different from Jiangnan in terms of climate and growing environment, isn’t it? Is Chen Qing one of the Federation people? Whose side is he really on?"

Many people came to the Northern Wasteland, but upon seeing the environment, all were so frustrated that they stamped their feet.

Compared with the gentle Jiangnan, its rich Spiritual Energy, its prosperous resources, and the happiness of its people’s lives, this place was just on a completely lower level.

A barren and resource-poor land far from the Central Plains, it’s no wonder that they’re willing to give this place away.

"I don’t understand..." Another Federation soul also sat complaining on a patch of snow, "We are of the same kind as him; doesn’t he realize this? Has it never crossed his mind that one day if his identity is exposed..."

"Shh... Silence!" Someone beside him quickly covered his mouth, "You’re forbidden from discussing this matter. Didn’t your instructor tell you when you arrived? Do you have a death wish?"

The man sulked and pouted upon hearing this.

None of them noticed that not far behind them, Zhang Zhengyuan had approached, his expression dark as he faced these fools.

No wonder Chen Qing was reluctant to let Federation people with memories come in en masse. With these blabbermouthed brats, they would eventually cause trouble.

Moreover, they were not the brightest. If Chen Qing’s identity was exposed, would the people below support him against those from the Federation?

That would be a joke. They would be lucky if they didn’t take the opportunity to cause chaos.

It seemed he’d have to act normal in the army and try to distance himself from these Federation idiots to avoid being treated as a monster.

As he was thinking, a dark shadow slowly approached, and with its arrival, all the wandering silvery souls suddenly felt a commanding force and looked up in silence.

Before long, a figure dressed in black appeared in the most conspicuous place, and a voice that everyone heard resonated beside their ears.

"Otherworldly Spirit, please gather at the Yin Division in one quarter of an hour. Those who fail to appear on time will be banished from the Northern Wasteland!"

Once these words were spoken, all the souls from the Federation stood up. Otherworldly Spirit, that’s them, right?

Had Chen Qing actually revealed their identities?

But there was no time for doubts now. Including Zhang Zhengyuan and Hou Tianhua, there wasn’t a moment to spare for more thoughts as they hurriedly followed the power in the sky, heading quickly toward the so-called location of the Yin Division.

The Yin Division was hidden in many places, and as long as the Yin spirits were willing, by standing at the appointed places, Wandering Gods would soon come to escort them.

The method of escorting was very special, it seemed that as long as one was at the designated spot, the Wandering God just needed to point with the Rod of Authority, and the entire world around would change, much like entering a game instance with a loading bar to enter.

The entire Yin Division was like a whole new realm, a chaotic space with only one building, which seemed to be completely different from the Yin Division in Jiangnan.

It looks like... the Yin Division of the Divine Path tradition has to be built from scratch.

Hou Tianhua and Zhang Zhengyuan exchanged glances and silently blended into the crowd, moving toward the position of the Yin Division Master.

At that moment, atop the attic, the Master of the Yin Division was none other than the newly appointed: Murong Bingyun.

Gazing at that unique group of spiritual bodies below, Murong Bingyun took a deep breath.

He never thought that he would really become the Great Hell Ruler of the Northern Yan Country.

And even less did he expect that the Emperor... would entrust him with such an important task!!!

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