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Danzhou was almost more than two thousand miles away from Yongzhou.

With the pace of Shen Qing and his companions, they could arrive in just over ten days by traveling day and night without stopping.

As they drew closer to Danzhou, they encountered many people along the way, similar to themselves.

However, what set them apart was that the number of people from other cities was far fewer than those from Yongzhou.

At a glance, they had gathered around thirty or forty people, and most of them were Jianghu Martial Artists.

In Yongzhou alone, there were thirty-six officials dispatched, and together with the Martial Masters, there were well over a hundred people.

Among the eight hundred and ten cities of Great Zhou Country, apart from the Capital City where the Shi families clustered, Yongzhou was truly unique in its numbers heading for the future.

After seven or eight more days on the road, Shen Qing and the many Martial Masters finally arrived near Danzhou City.

Dedicated personnel were counting the numbers of people from each of the Southern Domain Military Departments, and once they confirmed the counts were correct, they allowed them to pass, one by one, onto a specially prepared open space to set up camp.

When Shen Qing entered the campsite, he looked around and saw a sea of people, all Martial Masters.
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He had never seen so many Martial Masters before and was deeply shaken.

It was said that such an army of Martial Masters, if they united their hearts and combined with military formations, even a Great Power of the Primordial Spirit Realm wouldn't be able to win easily.

Unfortunately, for the Great Zhou Imperial Family, stability was above all else.

They would rather use up these Martial Masters internally than organize them properly.

They always took the approach of securing the inside before dealing with external troubles.

However, Shen Qing could somewhat understand.

What Martial Masters pursued was the supreme Martial Arts, the path to longevity.

To rally so many Martial Masters together, ordinary military provisions would not suffice; it was various Cultivation Resources that were needed.

Yet, the Cultivation Resources needed daily by so many Martial Masters were immense.

Not to mention, as their cultivation grew, the need for Cultivation Resources would also gradually increase.

Such a vast number of Martial Masters was a bottomless pit that, once stirred, could never be filled.

After all, it was because the cultivation resources of this world were so scarce and the Spiritual Energy so thin that this was the case.

"You're from Yongzhou, aren't you? Your rest area is in District D; just walk straight to the end from here." Upon entering the camp, a soldier responsible for directing them pointed and spoke to Shen Qing and the others.

While speaking, he reached into a sack and pulled out a dark stone carved with the character "D" and called out, "Come, come, come, take a Merit Stone from me before you go to your area. Remember, this is to record your military exploits, keep it safe and don't lose it."

"Merit Stone?"

The crowd was somewhat puzzled.

Despite their confusion, they stepped forward one by one to receive the stone.

"This is yours."

Shen Qing approached the soldier.

Seeing Shen Qing's formidable aura, the soldier realized his cultivation was probably not low.

Accordingly, the soldier's attitude was much more respectful than it was with the others.

Shen Qing accepted the Merit Stone and examined it carefully.

The Merit Stone was black, rather smooth, cool to the touch, with a faint trace of Spiritual Energy lingering within.

At its center was the prominently carved "D" character.

The soldier casually explained, "This Merit Stone can absorb Evil Qi. The more people you kill, the heavier the Evil Qi in the stone. The owner's merit will be that much greater."

On the most important General Summoning Platform, a middle-aged man sat on a grand chair, his gaze overlooking those before him, intimidating everyone.

Danzhou was almost more than two thousand miles away from Yongzhou.

With Shen Qing and his companions' pace, traveling day and night, it took them just over ten days to arrive.

As they drew nearer to Danzhou, they encountered many others like themselves on the road.

However, unlike them, the people from the other cities were far fewer in number than those from Yongzhou.

At first glance, they had gathered around thirty or forty people, mostly Jianghu Martial Artists.

But Yongzhou alone had sent thirty-six officials, and together with the martial masters, there were well over a hundred people.

Out of the eight hundred and ten cities in the Great Zhou Country, excluding the Capital City where families from the Shi family were concentrated and heading to the future with numerous people, Yongzhou truly stood out.

After another seven or eight days of travel, Shen Qing and the many martial masters finally arrived near Danzhou City.

Designated individuals collaborated with people from the Southern Domain Military Department to count and verify numbers before, one by one, allowing entry and moving to a specially prepared open space to set up camp.

When Shen Qing entered the camp, he looked around and saw a throng of people, all martial masters.

He had never before seen so many martial masters, and it left him immensely shocked.

It was said that if such an army of martial masters were to join forces and combine with military formations, even a Great Power of the Primordial Spirit Realm would not easily triumph.

Regrettably, for the Great Zhou Royal Family, stability outweighed all else.

They preferred to deplete these martial masters internally rather than organize them effectively.

They had always followed a strategy where domestic tranquility was prioritized before dealing with external troubles.

Nonetheless, Shen Qing could roughly understand why.

Martial masters pursued the supreme Martial Arts, the path to longevity.

To gather so many martial masters together required more than ordinary provisions; they needed various cultivation resources.

Yet the amount of such resources required daily by so many martial masters was massive.

Not to mention, as their cultivation grew day by day, the need for cultivation resources also increased.

So many martial masters were like a bottomless pit; once set in motion, they were impossible to fill.

Ultimately, the scarcity of cultivation resources and the thinness of Spiritual Energy on this land were to blame.

"You're from Yongzhou, right? Your rest area is in District D, just follow this path all the way to the end," a soldier at the camp directed Shen Qing and the others upon their arrival.

While speaking, the soldier fished out a black stone marked with the character for "D" from a burlap sack and beckoned, "Come, come, take a Merit Stone from here before you go. Remember, this item records your military merits. Keep it safe and don't lose it."

"Merit Stone?"

Everyone was a bit puzzled.

In their confusion, they stepped forward one by one and received the stone.

"This is yours."

Shen Qing approached the soldier.

Realizing Shen Qing's robust aura and deducing his high cultivation, the soldier treated him with far more respect than he had others.

Shen Qing accepted the Merit Stone and examined it closely.

The Merit Stone was black and somewhat rounded, cool to the touch, with a slight residue of Spiritual Energy within it.

At the center sat an impressively large "D" character.

On the most important General Summoning Platform, upon a large chair, sat a middle-aged man whose gaze looked down before him, intimidating everyone present.

On the most important General Summoning Platform, upon a large chair, sat a middle-aged man whose gaze looked down before him, intimidating everyone present.

On the most important General Summoning Platform, upon a large chair, sat a middle-aged man whose gaze looked down before him, intimidating everyone present.

On the most important General Summoning Platform, upon a large chair, sat a middle-aged man whose gaze looked down before him, intimidating everyone present.