“Big Brother, I…”
Wei Qi tried to speak, but Lin Yun cut him off. “If you call me Big Brother, you follow my orders!”
Wei Qi reluctantly nodded.
“Huo Zhen, I have things to do, so I’ll leave now. The two immortals from the Dongguo family will arrive in Dongyuan Prefecture soon to take charge. You’ll be busy, so I won’t disturb you further,” Lin Yun said.
Huo Zhen nodded.
Lin Yun turned to Old Man Yan and Yang Wan. “Huo Zhen, Senior Yan, Yang Wan, you all better stay alive. After the war, I’ll treat you to drinks for three days and nights!”
“Haha, Big Brother, I’ll hold you to that!” the three replied with smiles.
…
After leaving the Prefecture Lord’s Palace, Lin Yun took Wei Qi out of the city.
The Fire Cloud Emperor had assigned Dongyuan Prefecture’s war to the Dongguo family; Lin Yun’s task lay elsewhere.
However, Lin Yun didn’t leave Dongyuan Prefecture immediately. Instead, he headed straight for the border.
“Big Brother, are we going to the frontline battlefield?” Wei Qi asked, surprised.
“Yes, I’m checking the situation,” Lin Yun replied.
On the way to the border, Lin Yun saw countless civilians fleeing. From ten thousand metres above, they looked like ants on the move.
After flying, Lin Yun reached the border battlefield.
Even from a distance, he could hear the deafening roars of battle.
Hovering high above, Lin Yun observed the vast frontline, where fierce combat raged, shaking the earth.
Countless human and demon clan warriors were dying in the conflict.
In such a war, casualties were mere numbers; lives were as insignificant as ants.
“The situation isn’t good. The demon clan has captured some border areas, and our Fire Cloud Empire’s Demon Suppression Army has suffered heavy losses,” Lin Yun said, his gaze narrowing.
Scanning the battlefield, Lin Yun estimated the demon beasts numbered in the billions, with unknown numbers of reinforcements.
“Big Brother, their attack was sudden. Should we join the fight?” Wei Qi asked eagerly.
Lin Yun shook his head. “I’m an immortal. If I join now, it changes everything. The demon clan’s Heavenly Demons are surely watching. If I act, they might descend immediately, maybe even the Demon Lord himself to target me.”
Per Deputy Palace Master Yao’s orders, it wasn’t time for immortals to fight.
Acting rashly could trigger unimaginable consequences.
For now, human cultivators below immortal level fought demon beasts below Heavenly Demon rank.
Immortals and Heavenly Demons watched from the sidelines, waiting for the right moment.
This was just the war’s early stage.
Though Lin Yun watched the battlefield, itching to join, he knew he couldn’t act recklessly.
The human race needed time to prepare.
“This battlefield isn’t mine. Imperial reinforcements should arrive soon. Let’s go.”
Lin Yun left with Wei Qi.
…
After leaving Dongyuan Prefecture, Lin Yun took Wei Qi to the divine capital, then to Huo Zhen’s home to pick up his family, heading to Tiancheng in the Heavenly God Palace.
Outside Tiancheng, Lin Yun saw many immortals bringing their families, queuing at the city gate for strict inspections before entry.
After passing the checks, Lin Yun brought Wei Qi and Huo Zhen’s family into the city.
Tiancheng, usually quiet, was now bustling, though Lin Yun wished it weren’t under these circumstances.
Soon, Lin Yun settled Wei Qi and Huo Zhen’s family in his residence.
Tiancheng would likely be overcrowded soon.
Owning such a large residence in Tiancheng was no small feat.
…
After settling them, Lin Yun headed to the Xingwu Empire to see his master, the Wanderer, Du Yuanzi, and the Heavenly Sword Sect Leader.
Xingwu Empire, Qingyu Mountain, the Wanderer’s home.
The Wanderer was inspecting his disciples’ carving work.
“Sigh, you’re far behind. You know, my disciple Lin Yun created his own carving path back then,” the Wanderer said, shaking his head.
“Master, Lord Lin Yun is an immortal. How can we compare?” a disciple said helplessly.
Whoosh!
A streak of light descended.
It was Lin Yun.
“Master.”
Lin Yun landed and saluted.
“Haha, disciple, you’re here!” The Wanderer, previously stern, broke into a smile.
“Is… is this Lord Lin Yun?” The young disciples stared in awe.
“Master, have you heard about the demon clan’s war?” Lin Yun asked.
“Yes, I just got the news,” the Wanderer nodded.
“What? The demon clan’s at war?” The disciples were shocked, clearly unaware.
The war had just begun, and while Lin Yun and others received news quickly, ordinary cultivators far from the border were slower to learn.
“Leave us,” the Wanderer waved to the disciples.
“Yes.” They departed.
“Lin Yun, this day has come at last,” the Wanderer sighed.
“It was inevitable. Master, come with me to Tiancheng in the Heavenly God Palace. It’s safe there,” Lin Yun said.
“Tiancheng has limited space. After the war broke out, getting in is tough,” the Wanderer said, sipping from his wine gourd.
“Don’t worry, Master. I can arrange it. You and Senior Du Yuanzi can go, drink, and play chess in Tiancheng. It’ll be pleasant,” Lin Yun said with a smile.
“Having a disciple like you is my pride. Even Tiancheng is within your reach,” the Wanderer said, smiling.
Then his tone shifted. “But I won’t go. Drinking and chess are nice, but with humanity’s fate at stake, how can I hide? My strength can’t match an immortal’s, but I must contribute.”
His stance was clear.
