Then, with Elder Daggs’s announcement, the mandatory service at the border was canceled. Anybody who had been drafted were allowed to leave, though they could also stay if they desired.
Lu Yin heaved a sigh of relief, as he was finally able to leave.
The border war had lasted for around ten months from start to finish, and the Outerverse had suffered bitter casualties in the process, losing experts such as the Arrow Mountain Elder, the Dark Phoenix family’s ancestor, and Lord Egret. Those cultivators who had once roamed through the universe unhindered had fallen during these cruel battles, and in Lu Yin’s experience, this was the longest and most tragic war so far. Fortunately, the Outerverse had ultimately managed to pull through.
The greatest credit should have been given to Mister Mu. Without him, the border would have long since collapsed, but Mister Mu’s contributions were destined to never be revealed. Similarly, the act of Lu Yin summoning Mister Mu was known to no one.
In just four more months, the separation of the Innerverse and Outerverse would reach its fourth anniversary. During this period of separation, Lu Yin had changed greatly, as he had gone from being a junior whom many youths admired to the Great Eastern Alliance Leader, and his authority had grown by an almost exaggerated degree. Once the Innerverse and Outerverse reconnected, his new status would astonish the various great powers of the Innerverse.
With the end of the war, there was one expected matter. Elder Daggs warned everyone that, at least for the next year, no internal wars were allowed to occur within the Outerverse and that everyone could be mobilized at any moment.
Wei Rong heaved a sigh of pure relief. With the pressure from the border warfront, not even the Hall of Honor would side with Lu Yin. As long as no armed conflicts occurred, Wei Rong would have enough time to unify the weaves of the Outerverse’s central region.
During the last two months, he had already met with quite a few leaders of the central region’s powers, and he had also met with quite a few of the western weaves’ guiding powers in an attempt to unite and resist the expansion of the Great Eastern Alliance.
“Your Highness, we’ve received news from Meng Tianlong. During the last two months, Wei Rong has been in frequent contact with the leaders of various power organizations, and it seems as though they have come to some sort of an agreement,” Aden reported.
Lu Yin frowned. “That’s expected. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be Wei Rong.”
“Just one year should be plenty of time for Wei Rong to win over quite a few powers, and it will be much more difficult for us to take down Armament Weave after that time.” Aden was frustrated. The Armament Weave was the first military opponent they had faced since the establishment of the Allied Forces, and everyone had been hoping that they would be able to achieve a beautiful victory, but alas.
Lu Yin’s lips curled upwards. They had already boarded a spacecraft and were headed back towards Frostwave Weave, and their gadgets had reconnected to the network. He activated his gadget, and right next to the rest of the information concerning his status, his Honor Points had been updated: fifteen.
“It doesn’t matter. Let him play his games. We’ll see who’s faster in the end,” Lu Yin commented indifferently.
Aden did not understand Lu Yin’s attitude. Obviously, Wei Rong would be faster. There would be no opportunity for them to wage war during the next year, and compared to Wei Rong, Lu Yin was not as adept in crafting scheming machinations. Thus, Aden did not expect Lu Yin to be able to stop Wei Rong’s efforts in unifying the weaves of the Outerverse’s central region.
Lu Yin did not explain any further.
Twenty days later, Lu Yin was sitting in a spacecraft as it headed towards Zenyu Star.
When he arrived at Zenyu Star, there was already a pile of matters awaiting him. After being gone for ten months, since it was to defend the Outerverse’s border, there had not been many changes to the rest of Outerverse. However, the Technocracy’s sneak attacks had caused quite a few casualties among the Great Yu Empire.
Lu Yin waved a hand and sent these matters over for the Lu Ministry of Staff to settle.
Huan Sha’s innate gift of analysis had proven very useful here. Although it was not of much help to her during battles, she was quite adept at handling administrative affairs.
Many older officials of the empire had already experienced a change in their attitudes towards the Lu Ministry of Staff, going from initial dissatisfaction towards one of acceptance. In fact, Huan Sha’s ability to manage administrative affairs could speak for itself, and the various officials could not point out any shortcomings.
Furthermore, Lu Yin had not behaved as they had expected, and he had won them over one by one. The Lu Ministry of Staff operated within its purview, and the Imperial Cabinet similarly carried out its own duties. Each department of the empire operated in an orderly fashion.
The Lu Ministry of Staff had not monopolized all authority for itself.
In fact, at the start, Lu Yin had planned to make the Lu Ministry of Staff the department with the greatest authority. Then, the Ninth Squadron began its purge of the corrupt government officials without any restraint. The Auna family had completely established their loyalties by wholeheartedly embracing the role of Lu Yin’s knife. Many of the empire’s officials had also changed their ways, and they were no longer as negligent as before. These people could remain in their current positions, but they were no longer merely relying on their connections or their families’ influence to maintain their status, and they all actually had some degree of personal ability. Once they became serious, each could act professionally, and it had reached the degree where Lu Yin could not even find his next target.
This made him very satisfied. As soon as these officials began to work seriously, he no longer had to clean up after them, which saved him a great deal of trouble.
Within the empire, there was a dark prison that was constantly permeated with an unpleasant smell. No matter how far the empire progressed, or how much technology developed, a place like this prison would never change, as it represented the empire’s darkness and authority.
Xun Qianye’s four limbs had been bound, and his head hung low. His lips were parched and cracked, and countless scars of varying sizes crisscrossed across his entire body. His spirit had clearly been completely broken, and he looked as though he was already dead.
Ever since he had first been captured, he had been interrogated without end, constantly being tortured. However, despite the endless torment, he had not spoken a single word from beginning to end.