He returned to the southern region.
Stepping into this region was like returning home to Lin Feng.
No matter how famous Yan Imperial City was in the Underworld, or how dense the Spirit Qi was in the Sorcerer Realm, this was his true home in the Dou Ling World. It was the only place besides The Kingdom of Maru that gave him a sense of belonging.
Especially Vermilion Bird Continent's Shiluo Prefecture. It was where he was born, his second home.
Everything was fine, and the Lin clan was thriving. His adoptive father, Lin Zhen, was already in a semi-retired state. The Lin clan was officially taken over by his eldest brother, Lin Zhan. However, the real affairs were managed by his sister-in-law, Wu Yin. Wu Yin, who was an assassin, was meticulous and did things cleanly. Now, she could even manage the clan with ease.
His decision that day was correct.
His eldest brother indeed needed a virtuous wife to help him.
Most importantly, Wu Yin and his eldest brother were truly in love.
"Ha!" "Ha!" They could be seen everywhere in the martial arts training ground.
Lin Feng watched from afar and did not disturb them.
The entire Qianluo District had become the Lin clan's territory. The former warrior clans had already moved away. The Lin clan's territory was now dozens of times larger than Qianluo District. They were rich and powerful, and their backing was the greatest in the entire southern region. They deserved to be called the strongest clan in Shiluo Prefecture.
He had heard about this from Shi Zhixin long ago.
Now that he saw it, it was not false.
The true ruler of Shiluo Prefecture was the Sage, Shakala. He was an unreachable existence in the past, but now it was different. Shakala was King Yan's disciple, and he was the ruler of the southern region. The entire southern region was under his jurisdiction, not to mention Vermilion Bird Continent and Shiluo Prefecture.
He looked into the distance. His golden statue stood tall in the inner city. People were kneeling and worshiping him. He was like a god.
He could see respect, worship, and reverence in the eyes of those warriors.
"I hope this peaceful and stable life can continue."
"Humans don't have to dominate the Dou Ling World. As long as they have a peaceful land and can live without worries, that's enough."
"This is the wish of most humans."
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Looking at these busy humans, Lin Feng's heart was moved.
Most of them didn't care about the outside world at all. After all, they would be satisfied if they could live a better life.
As for the rest, how could he care so much?
As the Lord of the Southern Region and the Renhuang himself, this was his responsibility.
"Swish!" "Swish!" In the distance, a few auras were quickly approaching. Lin Feng stood in the air with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and composed. He didn't even need to sense the auras of those Saints to know who they were. In fact, he had never concealed his aura.
There was no need for him to hide his return this time.
"Greetings, Emperor Lin." Led by King Yan, all the Saints knelt on one knee and said respectfully.
Among them were King Yan's subordinates and disciples, as well as Madam Bai, Shakala, and other Saints from Shiluo County. All of them looked extremely respectful.
"No need to be so courteous." Lin Feng's voice was indifferent. His gaze landed on the inner city in the distance. With so many Saints gathered, many warriors below had already noticed them. With a look of reminiscence in his eyes, he turned to the crowd and waved his hand. "There's no need to cause a commotion. Disperse."
The Saints responded and quickly dispersed, leaving only King Yan behind.
"Let's go, King Yan. Return to the Taoyuan." Lin Feng looked down. A look of nostalgia flashed across his eyes, and then his expression became serious.
"Yes, Emperor Lin," King Yan replied.
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He traveled at a steady pace.
It wasn't surprising that he learned what had happened in the Southern Region after he left from King Yan. As the Great Shaman-Demon War intensified, the Shaman Tribe was defeated, and the Demon Clan invaded. The "crisis" of the Southern Region was resolved. Now, the eight human region alliance was in danger and had entered the Demon Clan's attack range.
On the other hand, the Southern Region was much less dangerous because it was weak and neutral.
"Actually, the warriors' true sense of race isn't very strong," King Yan said slowly. "To them, survival is the most important thing."
Lin Feng nodded. It wasn't hard to understand.
After all, those who sided with the Shaman Tribe were just being used.
Although they were all humans, the treatment they received was different. They looked at each other differently. The warriors who had left the Southern Region to join the eight human region alliance were more concerned about their own safety. Whether they could avoid this disaster or whether they could survive.
"So, has the situation in the Southern Region stabilized?" Lin Feng looked at King Yan.
"Almost. Those who should have left have left. Those who didn't want to leave have stayed." King Yan said seriously. "Although there are still scattered warriors using the teleportation portals every day, more people chose to believe in you and chose to stay."
Lin Feng smiled. "They're just watching for now."
King Yan said casually, "Although that's the case, at least it's much better than before."
Lin Feng nodded. He remembered when he had just taken over. Every teleportation portal was packed with people and carriages. Countless warriors wanted to leave the Southern Region. At that time, they were like monkeys fleeing when the tree fell. It was a tragic sight. That day, he had built the teleportation portal to appease the people and to stall for time. The results were now fully evident.
The delaying tactic that day was very wise.
Although they had lost some warriors, they had retained most of the Southern Region's strength.
Most importantly, the warriors who had left had been indecisive. They didn't have any sense of belonging to the Southern Region. There was nothing to regret about leaving.
Discarding the dross and choosing the essence.
"King Yan." Lin Feng's eyes flashed.
"Hmm?" King Yan looked at Lin Feng.
"Those Saints who stayed will soon be proud of the decision they made." Lin Feng smiled faintly.
"Huh?" King Yan was startled. He looked at Lin Feng's back and didn't understand what was going on.
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Paradise.
This was the best place to cultivate in the Southern Region. It was now completely open to the public.
As long as one was a Saint, they could enter to cultivate.
Lin Feng wasn't someone who cherished his own things. Moreover, the real paradise was the Star-Stepping Mansion, which was already his. Although the Spirit Qi in the outer paradise was dense and had the Power of Heaven and Earth, it couldn't compare to the Star-Stepping Mansion. Moreover … the cultivation talent of humans was inferior to the other races.
It was already very difficult for the Saints of the Southern Region to become stronger.
Of course, every bit of cultivation conditions was better than the last bit.
Bang! Clang! The sounds of fighting could be heard everywhere in the paradise.
Lin Feng looked around at the sparring between the Saints, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
These Saints might not be as strong as those in Yan Imperial City, but they were his direct subordinates. Some of them were very loyal. No matter how strong they were, they were still humans. They had a responsibility to humanity and loyalty to him. This was something that other experts couldn't compare to.
One's strength could be improved.
But their responsibility and loyalty couldn't be achieved.
"Oh?" All of a sudden, Lin Feng caught a glimpse of a giant pillar. Many signs were neatly arranged as if they were in a queue. As far as the eye could see, a cultivator was happily moving one of the tokens, while the other cultivator beside him had a gloomy look on his face.
"Ranking of battle strength." King Yan smiled and explained. "Emperor Lin, you advocated training through battles to increase the battle strength of human martial artists. Later Shun followed suit. Rewards and punishments are clear. The martial artists who rank at the top will receive substantial material rewards to increase their strength. "
"That's right." Lin Feng nodded and agreed.
Shun understood his intentions. For martial artists, training through battles was the fastest way to increase their strength. Now that so many martial artists had gathered in the paradise to train together, it would be a waste of time to train alone. Moreover, strength and battle strength were not equal.
A martial artist could only grow slowly after going through thousands of battles.
"Shun is there. Hmm?" King Yan smiled faintly and pointed ahead. Suddenly, he was stunned.
Lin Feng looked over. His eyes shone brightly.
In the distance, Shun's expression was very serious. King Lu, King Qin, and the other kings of the nine provinces were gathered around him. They were in an intense discussion. Just by looking at the atmosphere, it was obvious that something had happened. He looked at King Yan. Their eyes met, and the latter nodded.
Something had happened in the southern region.
"Swoosh! ~" Lin Feng's eyes lit up. He didn't make any guesses and strode forward.
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Northern region.
"Hahaha, brother, you're finally here!" Zuo Bufan greeted him warmly, opening his arms as if he wanted to hug him.
However, the ugly monster in front of him sneered and stretched out his disgusting arm with exposed veins. Zuo Bufan smiled awkwardly, but he reacted quickly and reached out to shake his hand. "Prince Wushuang, you've come a long way. Thank you for your hard work."
Prince Wushuang!
The ugly monster had a huge head and a discordant figure. He looked like a ghost.
However, the cold glint that shot out from those eyes contained a frightening Spiritual Energy, causing the surrounding space to seemingly change. The most shocking thing was that there was a third eye on his forehead. At this moment, it was shut. Even so, one could still feel the frightening power from it.
Heavenly Eye clan!
Prince Wushuang.
"Have you arranged the rooms?" Wushuang's voice was hoarse, but he was extremely arrogant.
Behind him, dozens of Heavenly Eye clan members followed closely. Among them, there were five Saint Kings. It was a grand scene.
"Of course, of course." Zuo Bufan greeted him with a smile. His flattery was unlike that of the leaders of the eight great human regions alliance. He was like a bootlicker. "Not only have we arranged the rooms, but there are also a hundred beautiful women for Prince Wushuang to choose from."
"Swoosh!" Wushuang's eyes lit up instantly, revealing a lustful look.
His expression changed quickly.
"Hurry up and lead the way!" Wushuang's voice was sharp. He couldn't wait any longer.
"Prince Wushuang, this way please." Zuo Bufan smiled and made a 'please' gesture. When he saw Min Wushuang leading his subordinates forward in a hurry, the smile on Zuo Bufan's face instantly turned complacent. His eyes flickered and he was extremely confident.
With the help of the Heavenly Eye clan, he was more confident in destroying and conquering the southern region.
Lin Feng?
Who did he think he was!
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