The corpses of two Seed Lotus Demon kings were unceremoniously dragged into the Liangzhou Military Command.
The visual impact along the way was considerable.
The common people had never seen such colossal creatures.
They were all both scared and excited.
They followed behind, pointing and gesturing, as if it were a New Year's celebration.
Some bolder ones even tried to pick up Dragon scales that had fallen to the ground, hoping to do so while the Demon Suppression Guards weren't paying attention.
The result, naturally, was a good beating.
It was only after the two mountain-like corpses were pushed into a specially made ice cellar and the profound iron gate was sealed that Wei He finally let out a long sigh of relief.
Inside the Dusi main hall.
Wei He looked at the young woman, who was sitting at the head seat drinking tea as if nothing had happened, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Commander, how should we deal with these two Demon king corpses?"
Jiang Yuechu put down her teacup and asked, puzzled, "Deal with them? Aren't they already dragged back? How we dealt with them before is how we'll deal with them now."
Wei He's mouth twitched.
That was true, but...
Those were Demon kings of the Seed Lotus!
Let alone the Dragon scales, which were as hard as iron.
Even the Dragon hide, even after death, could not be cut by ordinary iron.
Wei He carefully chose his words.
"Commander, although these two Demons are dead, their residual power remains. The people of our Liangzhou Military Command... I'm afraid they are willing but powerless."
"And..."
Wei He paused, looking a bit awkward.
"If such valuable Materials are not handled properly, it would be a great waste."
"Looking at the entire Great Tang, apart from the Chang'an Headquarters, I'm afraid no one can handle these two corpses."
"But our Region is... more than a thousand li from Chang'an."
Wei He didn't spell it out, but his meaning was clear.
Demon corpses were treasures for the Human Race, and the same was true for the Yao Race.
Although the Longyou Commandery had somewhat recovered now.
Who knew if it would attract the covetousness of some great Demon?
If a great Demon were to catch wind and come to intercept them.
Looking at the entire Longyou Commandery.
Apart from the Commander, who could crush these two beasts like loaches.
Who had the ability to safely escort this thing to Chang'an?
But to ask the dignified Commander of a prefecture, the current Grand Princess, to do such a delivery job?
Even if Wei He had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to open his mouth.
Jiang Yuechu shook her head: "Since we can't handle it, then write a letter, explain the situation here clearly, and have them send someone."
Hearing this.
Wei He nodded and said: "This subordinate will go write the memorial now, an 800-li urgent dispatch, and send it to the Capital."
Jiang Yuechu did not stay long in the Dusi main hall, returning to her small abode.
Her small courtyard was now vastly different from before.
She claimed she was too lazy to move, only asking Wei He to send someone to sweep it.
But how could he dare to merely sweep it?
She was now the Commander of the Longyou Commandery, and also the current Majesty's younger sister, Grand Princess Zhaoyue.
To let a dignified Princess live in an ordinary small courtyard?
Unless Wei He no longer wanted to advance.
The weeds in the corner of the wall were gone, replaced by several cold-resistant winter plums, adding a touch of Life Qi to the bleak winter scenery.
The uneven flagstone path was re-paved with bluestone, smooth and level.
Even the stone table she often sat at in the past was covered with a thick brocade cushion.
Jiang Yuechu shook her head, laughing wryly.
She walked to the door of the house.
Before she even entered, a warmth rushed over her.
Inside the house, in the four corners, four pots of silver silk charcoal burned brightly.
This kind of charcoal, smokeless and odorless, was a tribute item only available to high officials and nobles.
The original window paper had been replaced with translucent bright tiles.
The light was bright, but not a single wisp of wind could get in.
On the table, a pot of hot tea was simmering on a small red clay stove, emitting wisps of steam.
The hard wooden bed was covered with a thick velvet brocade quilt, soft to the touch.
Jiang Yuechu took off her cloak and casually threw it on the rack.
She kicked off her boots, which had a few specks of mud.
Disregarding all etiquette, she simply flopped onto the soft brocade quilt.
Although she usually didn't care for external comforts.
After just fighting a major battle, who could refuse a warm and comfortable bed?
"Comfortable."
The girl buried her face deep in the brocade quilt, letting out a long sigh of extreme comfort.
She rolled around on the bed a few times, her dark clothes getting a bit disheveled.
A few strands of her usually meticulously tied high ponytail had come loose, resting on her small face, which was flushed from being muffled in the quilt.
A moment later.
She called out the panel.
[Host: Jiang Yuechu]
[Realm: Early Seed Lotus]
[Dao Cultivation: Twenty-four thousand four hundred twenty-two years]
Looking at the long string of numbers, Jiang Yuechu's mouth uncontrollably curved upwards.
More than twenty-four thousand years!
She had never been so rich. If this were in the past, she wouldn't even dare to imagine it.
Jiang Yuechu sat up straight, crossing her legs.
With her hands propping up her chin, her gaze lingered on the panel.
Now, the White Flood Dragon Jiao Xu of the White Flood Dragon lineage had been upgraded to the [crimson dye] level, and had even activated a Heaven-Defying Cultivation Technique like the Dragon Transformation Scripture.
Although it was only an Incomplete Manual, its power was already terrifying.
If it could advance further... "Infuse."
With a slight thought.
The numbers on the panel, like a bursting river, began to pour out wildly.
On the painting scroll.
The originally somewhat dull vertical pupils now suddenly lit up with two points of faint light.
The scroll trembled, and golden light flowed.
[Consumed five thousand four hundred twenty-one years of Dao Cultivation, White Flood Dragon Jiao Xu's progress has reached dotting the eyes]
[Successfully upgraded White Flood Dragon Jiao Xu to dotting the eyes, obtaining a Demon's Gift]
[Divine Ability · Water Control · Mirage Breath: Using one's own Qi as a guide, forcefully drag the enemy into the Mirage Water Realm. Within the Realm, it is isolated from the world, impossible to escape, impossible to interfere. Only when one side dies can the Realm be broken.]
"…"
Jiang Yuechu frowned.
She carefully comprehended the new information in her mind.
Forced one-on-one, to the death.
This Divine Ability seemed to lack direct destructive power, but in actual combat, it was an extremely terrifying killing move.
Imagine, if surrounded by multiple enemies, it could be split into multiple 1v1s... and.
It also completely prevented the opponent from running away if they couldn't win.
Jiang Yuechu chuckled, quite satisfied.
This Divine Ability was quite to her liking.
She glanced at the remaining Dao Cultivation.
Over nineteen thousand years.
Since she had already reached this step, she might as well push it to the peak in one go!
"Continue!"
Jiang Yuechu's eyes blazed with light as she silently chanted in her heart.
Boom—!!!
Nearly ten thousand years of cultivation were all burned at this moment.
[Consumed nine thousand two hundred years of Dao Cultivation, White Flood Dragon Jiao Xu's progress has reached Heavenly Accomplishment]
[Successfully upgraded White Flood Dragon Jiao Xu to Heavenly Accomplishment, unlocking Spiritual Seal, Celestial Demon Martial Practice]
[Dragon Transformation Scripture (Incomplete · One) (Perfection) advanced to — Dragon Transformation Scripture (Incomplete · One) (supreme)]
With a thought.
The Void behind her twisted.
A phantom of a White Flood Dragon, entirely snow-white and exuding terrifying pressure, slowly emerged.