Chapter 103 - 89 We Are Just Pure Fellow Daoists
On the other side, Lu Chan and her party were in the midst of plundering a household.
In the city, cultivators loyal to the Zhao family’s court turned a deaf ear, while leaders from the five great families within the auxiliary troops, upon hearing their homes were being raided, came charging with their men in a fury, only to be expectedly defeated and routed.
Lu Chan did not even need to lift a finger, merely a thought could bewilder a large group of people.
Tactics involving the Divine Soul are the hardest to master and the most challenging to defend against, especially overwhelming for opponents significantly weaker than herself.
In Luo River, where no True Monarchs resided, almost no one could contend against four prodigies who ranked within the top ten in all three leaderboards, not to mention Hee Huan who was also once ranked the tenth.
Then Lu Chan acquired a large group of hard laborers, increasing the speed of the plunder.
The head office of the Luo River post station, a fast boat riding the river stream, headed straight for Bianjing, covering eight hundred miles in a single day.
At this moment, Bianjing city was steeped in an air of death, with countless people gazing towards the imperial palace direction with faint yet ominously hostile looks.
It wasn’t a prelude to civilian unrest; unrest in the Daqian has never ceased. Rather, it was because the Crown Prince had been killed in the street, and the sacredness of imperial power had completely collapsed. Now, even ordinary civilians knew that the Daqian was finished, and even if national power were to suddenly return to its heyday, the public’s heart would no longer recognize the Zhao family.
The Zhao family has poisoned the world for hundreds of years, not even the bamboo slips of Nanshan can list all their myriad crimes; the waves of the East Sea cannot wash away their boundless sins.