Chapter 422: Chapter 320: Humans Hold Three, Demons Hold Six, Ten Thousand Races Stand Side by Side! (Double-Length) (2)

Until today, the camps are not yet at peace, nor in a situation of peaceful coexistence.

The Human Race wants to reclaim lost territories, while the Demon Race aims to occupy all of the Nine Provinces.

The war between the two camps has never truly ceased!

This fact was something Song Changming had understood early on during his over two years in the Ancient Abyss Country.

Especially after joining the military, his understanding became even clearer.

Friction between the provinces was continuous, with battles of all sizes erupting frequently.

Among them, Lei Province and Yan Province are the most intense, serving as the two largest main battlegrounds currently between the Human Race and the Demon Race!

Countless powerful individuals have thrown themselves into this battlefield of the Ten Thousand Races, utilizing their abilities to help the Human Race reclaim lost lands.

And what Xing Tiexin suspected behind this demon disaster was a small test by the Demon Race of the Six States.

If that’s truly the case, it indicates that the enemy has set their sights on Yun Province, which is undoubtedly a very significant signal.

"General, should we report this to our superiors?" Fu Yuan asked instinctively.

Xing Tiexin chuckled lightly, shaking his head, "What we can perceive, the Grand Marshal and Prince Cui, in their high positions, surely have long considered. They have their considerations, and if there truly is something shady, it won’t be up to us to worry about it."

"True enough..." Fu Yuan scratched his face, feeling like he was worrying needlessly.

As a mere Deputy General in the Cuiqi Army, he couldn’t possibly concern himself with such interstate wars and conflicts between race camps.

To him, this topic was too large to handle.

He was just a small shrimp in the vast ocean, unable to affect any historical progress, only going with the flow.

Song Changming likewise didn’t give it much thought; it was equally distant for him.

For now, he focused on cultivation and accumulating personal strength, hoping that even as he goes with the flow, he can protect himself amidst the tide of the times, avoiding being swept away by a single wave.

The return journey was relatively smooth, with the occasional Fierce Beast passing by, but under the army’s protection, they couldn’t harm the surviving villagers.

They traveled from night until day, and not until the afternoon did they see the sight of Shuifei City.

Upon seeing the towering city walls, the group of survivors felt relieved, and their tense emotions eased.

The task for Song Changming and his companions was thus completed.

Back at the barracks lodging, Song Changming casually tore off his tattered armor, preparing for a bath.

This was essentially his necessary routine upon returning from a mission.

A tub of excellent medicinal soup could cleanse away the filth, wash away fatigue, and aid his cultivation, achieving three purposes in one go.

In the room, the Little Yellow Chicken was nestled on the bed, its round belly facing upwards as it snoozed.

Even when Song Changming, full of Blood Qi, entered the room, it showed no sign of waking, sleeping deeply.

"Hmm?"

Song Changming then noticed a well-behaved Little White Bird standing by the window.

As he looked at it, the Little White Bird also examined him.

"Where did this bird come from?" Song Changming was puzzled by the addition of another bird in the room.

Even as Song Changming drew closer, the Little White Bird didn’t panic or fly away, seemingly unafraid of him.

Upon sensing, this Little White Bird also lacked Demon Qi and wasn’t a demon, appearing similar to the Little Yellow Chicken he had picked up.

Though not a demon, it was quite intelligent.

"Could it be they’re a pair?" Song Changming looked at the sleeping Little Yellow Chicken on the bed, then at the Little White Bird by the window, and couldn’t help thinking.

He had picked up the Little Yellow Chicken the other day, so did this Little White Bird follow along?

It seemed quite possible.

"Do you also want to stay with me?" Song Changming tried asking.

The Little White Bird neither nodded nor shook its head, just watching Song Changming.

"Alright, if you’re its friend and want to play with it, you’re welcome." Since it wasn’t a demon, Song Changming didn’t pay it much mind and went off to take his bath.

In the Ancient Abyss Country, a land of Spiritual Energy, there were countless sentient creatures, even an ordinary little bird could possess Spirituality.

After the medicinal bath, the Little White Bird was nowhere to be found.

Meanwhile, the little chick on the bed had woken up, spreading one wing as it chirped at Song Changming, as if greeting him.

"Do you recognize the little bird from the window earlier?" Song Changming asked the Little Yellow Chicken.

The Little Yellow Chicken nodded.

"Is it your friend?"

The Little Yellow Chicken shook its head.

"Old flame?"

"Chirp?"

After a brief exchange, it was determined that the Little White Bird and the Little Yellow Chicken he picked up came from the same mountain forest, strangers yet acquaintances.

"Alright, if it comes to play again in the future, remind it not to poop on the windowsill." Song Changming remarked casually.

With that, he began his daily cultivation.

Having extracted a substantial amount of Blood Qi Essence from the Blazing Flame Deer Demon last night, there’s plenty to cultivate with the Witch Refining Technique.

"I wonder if this wave of demon disaster ending will allow me to achieve Five Dragon Power..." Song Changming pondered.

Currently, his normal strength was Four and a Half Dragons.

The intensity of the Blood Qi Essence from the Blazing Flame Deer Demon was significant, and fully refined, it should enhance his strength by over ten thousand pounds without issue.

As for whether he could break through to Five Dragon Power before returning to the main city, it would depend on whether he could kill more demons afterward.

The stronger the demons, the more their Blood Qi Essence assists him!

Three days later, at the School Martial Arts Arena.

Song Changming held a long blade, honing his skills.

The long blade in his hands was sometimes like swift thunder, sometimes like a winding dragon.

Occasionally it resembled a charging tiger, then transformed into a vast, fierce wind.

He didn’t utilize the Gang Qi within his body, only wielding it with the purest swordsmanship, and paired with his powerful physique, even executing simple strikes and thrusts looked akin to deploying a Martial Technique, its power appearing incredibly impressive.

Observing the scene, other soldiers in the arena unconsciously swallowed their saliva, cautious not to get too close.

After cultivating his physique, the best way to consolidate and digest the newfound strength was through repeated honing.

Until he fully reclaimed control over his strength, down to the smallest detail, without the slightest error.

Suddenly, Song Changming halted his blade, pondering that it would be ideal to acquire a high-grade Saber Technique.

He wasn’t devoid of Saber Techniques.

However, the Saber Techniques he learned earlier were of low grade, insufficient as his ultimate magical treasure, an absolute combat skill.

In many situations, relying solely on his physical strength and casually wielding his honed swordsmanship and experience proved more convenient and effective than deploying a Saber Technique.

Yet, if he mastered a high-grade and exquisite Saber Technique, the power would be markedly different.

Like the Third Grade Wind and Thunder Divine Movement Technique he recently learned, it was quite helpful in actual battles and greatly beneficial for advancing his swordsmanship.

"I’ll see if I can exchange for a set from the armory when I return."

Song Changming sheathed his long blade and turned to see a tall and sturdy man standing outside the arena, arms crossed, who had been watching him practice for some time.

The man’s appearance conveyed a mature and steady aura, although his age appeared to be in his early thirties.

However, for a martial artist, appearance is deceptive.

Especially those who reached the Innate Realm, they could live up to two hundred years, making ordinary measures inadequate.

Many appear young yet are already quite old.

The man ahead was no exception; his actual age likely contradicted his appearance.

"Your blade is powerful, with unpredictable swordsmanship; you must have honed many Sword Skills early on." The man remarked upon Song Changming finishing his blade practice.

"However, your swordsmanship lacks a decisive final flourish, indicating you need a high-grade Saber Technique."

Song Changming’s eyes flashed; he had to admit the man’s insight was sharp, revealing the shortcomings in his swordsmanship after such a brief observation.

He had seen this person once before.

This was the same expert from the imperial Army who last expressed interest in acquiring the Blazing Flame Horn from him.

Now he finally found the time to seek him out.