Immortal of the Nine Realms-Chapter 814: Rectification

Fang Chen's voice spread like a calm ripple through the Forgotten River, causing many vengeful souls, who had been in a frenzy, to suddenly freeze. Some of the souls that had been lying at the bottom motionless began to stiffly turn their necks to look up.

The confusion in their eyes, as cold as ice, gradually melted away, and countless whispers started, "Is it the General?"

"No, it can't be. The General lives a long life. How could he be in the Underworld?"

"Oh, we must have misheard. But who is that? Why does he sound so familiar? My memory is getting worse."

The whispers echoed throughout the Forgotten River.

Goddess Xiao's expression slowly turned shocked.

These... are the souls of the soldiers who once followed Fang Chen and died on the battlefield in the Grand Xia Empire? From their voices, there were more than 80,000, even 100,000.

Xia Yu and Xiao Shence, hearing the voices, turned even paler.

Fang Chen waved his sleeve, and small boats appeared out of thin air across the vast Forgotten River, one by one—ten boats, a hundred boats, a thousand boats. Soon, the river was densely packed with boats.

Zhou Wenxing and the others no longer had any doubts that Fang Chen was a Yin Monarch. Who else but a Yin Monarch wielded such power?

Fang Chen said in a deep voice, "The Grand Xia Army, board the boats."

As this authoritative yet familiar voice reached the ears of the wandering souls, their confusion was completely shattered, and they started waking up. Then, they were lifted by some unseen force.

In no time, countless boats were filled with figures.

They looked at each other, recognizing familiar faces.

"Old Zhang, is that you!?"

"It's me! Look! Everyone is here."

"Was that... the General's voice just now?"

The group turned their heads toward the bridge and saw a figure in purple-gold battle armor quietly watching them. That was a face that they would never forget even if they had died ten times.

"It's the General! It's the General!" someone shouted in delight.

The once-silent Forgotten River was now filled with noise.

Among the countless boats, there were also some ordinary wandering souls who had transformed into boats due to their long life.

On one of the boats, three generations of a family were sitting together. The young man looked at the innumerable boats that had suddenly appeared, a look of fear in his eyes. He hurriedly began to row the boat, trying to avoid them.

The child, with a somewhat naive expression, looked at the boats in the distance, even pointing toward them. "Grandpa, Grandma, who are they? Are they going to Baiyue City with us too?"

The young man quickly scolded him, urging him not to stare.

Seeing that, the elderly man furrowed his brows slightly. "Don't scare my good grandson."

He then pulled the child into his arms. Looking at the boats in the distance, his expression became serious. "Those... they should all be from the Grand Xia Army, our soldiers from the Great Xia."

"Father, you're joking. Grand Xia hasn't even lost a thousand soldiers in recent years," said the young man, not convinced.

The elderly man snorted coldly. "Who said it was from recent years."

He looked toward the bridge. When he saw the face of the person standing atop it, a trace of shock appeared in his eyes.

The young man muttered in a low voice, "Father, if they didn't die recently, could it be that they crawled out of the Forgotten River?"

The elderly man murmured, "They... are probably the Grand Xia army soldiers who died at Three World Mountain...."

The young man's expression shifted slightly. "That was so many years ago, how could it possibly be them...?"

The elderly man replied, "Just wait and see who's coming to meet them."

The young man followed his direction and looked over. After a few moments, a look of disbelief appeared on his face. "It's... It's that person, the general...."

The elderly man nodded heavily. "Yes, it's him, General Fang...."

***

From among the countless boats, Goddess Xiao saw a boat with just one person seated. That person sat cross-legged. His hands rested on his knees, his head bowed, and his long hair flowing like a waterfall, covering most of his face. She recognized him at a glance—it was her father, the former battle god of the Qingsong Empire, Marshall Xiao Lang!

Goddess Xiao couldn't help but cry out, "Dad!"

Marshall Xiao Lang slowly raised his head and glanced at Goddess Xiao. His gaze then turned to Fang Chen, and a faint smile appeared on his pale face. He nodded gently.

As boat after boat docked, more and more wandering souls appeared on the bridge. These souls were extremely excited, and they stared at Fang Chen with reverence and fervor, yet none of them made a sound. In fact, they even arranged themselves in military formation on the bridge, standing on both sides of the bridge.

Marshall Xiao Lang slowly approached Goddess Xiao and gently patted her head. He then looked at Fang Chen and spoke in a deep, hoarse voice. "General Fang, long time no see."

Fang Chen smiled and nodded. "It's been a long time indeed."

He casually tossed the battle armor he had removed from Zhou Wenxing to General Xiao Lang, "Try it on, see if it fits."

Marshall Xiao Lang's eyes showed a hint of confusion. "What is this?"

Goddess Xiao sucked in a cold breath and looked at Fang Chen in disbelief. She quickly explained, "Father, this is the battle armor of the Day Walker Division Guard from the Nether Division Guard of Baiyue City. Once you wear it, you will become the Day Walker Guard here, able to patrol the human world during the day to discern good and evil."

Xiao Lang's eyes flickered. "Oh? The Day Walker Guard? An official in the Underworld?"

Zhou Wenxing watched this scene with an expression of utter despair. He realized he would never return to his post.

The Division God of the Nether Guards, the Night Walker Guard, and the Lord of Baiyue City were all shocked and uneasy.

This Yin Monarch is actually acquainted with so many souls in the Forgotten River!? Who exactly is he!? Could it be... this Yin Monarch came from the region governed by Baiyue City when he was still alive!?

The three of them were shaken to the core, unable to comprehend that someone could rise to the rank of Yin Monarch in the Underworld right under their noses and they had no idea about it.

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After Xiao Lang donned the armor, his demeanor and aura underwent a massive change. He was already a proud man, and the sharp edge that occasionally flickered in his eyes was like a sword hanging over one's head, making others feel a sense of dread.

The Division God cautiously spoke, intending to break the deadlock before him, "Day Walker Monarch, I don't know how to address this person. From now on, we will all be colleagues..."

This matter had nothing to do with him from the start, yet he was now ordered to kneel here. If he stayed silent, no one would know what would happen next.

Fang Chen glanced at Division God and the Night Walker. "You two may rise."

Both of them, as if granted a pardon, quickly stood up.

The Lord of Baiyue City, seeing that this Yin Monarch had no intention of acknowledging him, felt an increasing sense of foreboding.

After introducing Marshall Xiao Lang to the two of them, Fang Chen said calmly, "From now on, you two will cooperate with Marshall Xiao Lang."

The Division God asked cautiously, "Cooperate? May I ask what instructions you have, Yin Monarch?" Fang Chen smiled. "Those who should be arrested will be arrested, and those who should be executed will be executed. Baiyue City's roots are rotten; I plan to clean it up."

Everyone present was shocked.

Fang Chen is going to take action against Baiyue City?

"Fang Chen! A person must take responsibility for their own actions!" Xia Yu suddenly stood up and glared fiercely at Fang Chen. "I am the one who has offended you, do not involve the innocent."

Fang Chen lightly nodded. "Alright, we'll start with raiding the City Lord's Manor."

The Lord of Baiyue City's eyes rolled back, nearly fainting.