Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Today, beneath the dome of the Iwaki Royal Palace, everything is resplendent in gold, exuding a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

Lü Jun, the character "Jun" in his name aptly describes his cold and resolute character. At this moment, he is dressed in a dragon robe, sitting upright on the dragon throne symbolizing the highest power in the Wuyan Kingdom, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, looking down at the civil and military officials below.

The bells of the coronation ceremony rang out slowly, echoing in every corner of the palace. In Lü Jun's heart, there was both a fervent desire for power and a deep expectation for the future.

From this day forward, he will become the sole ruler of the Wuyan Kingdom.

The civil and military officials stood in rows, their faces showing either reverence or complex emotions hidden behind that reverence. But before Lü Jun, they could only lower their heads and be obsequious. Lü Jun scanned these faces, a strange sense of pleasure welling up inside him. He knew that these people would all become pawns in his hands, used and controlled by him.

The ceremony proceeded smoothly and meticulously, with every detail carefully planned, showcasing the majesty and nobility of the imperial family.

Prime Minister Zhao Baicheng, holding the imperial seal, slowly walked in from outside the court hall. Behind him were Grand Marshal Zhang Zhi and a first-rank minister, both of whom were the most important officials in Wuyan Kingdom.

Zhao Baicheng walked up to Lü Jun, held up the jade seal with both hands, and said in a steady and respectful voice, "This is the jade seal passed down through generations of my Wuyan Kingdom, symbolizing the sanctity and nobility of imperial power. Today, on behalf of the late emperor, I present this jade seal to Your Majesty, hoping that Your Majesty will work diligently to govern the country and create a prosperous era for my Wuyan Kingdom."

Lu Jun accepted the imperial seal, its heavy weight seemingly bearing the fate of the entire nation. He gripped the seal tightly, his eyes gleaming with unwavering determination.

Lu Jun secretly vowed in his heart: Under my rule, Wuyan Kingdom will surely conquer all directions, seize vast territories, and embark on a new journey.

At this moment, he truly felt the joy that power brought. Had he known that being emperor was so exhilarating, he should have murdered his father and emperor earlier, killing the sixth prince Lü Xuan and the fourth prince Lü Jin, instead of wasting so much time.

Although he was filled with murderous intent, Lü Jin did not show it on his face at all.

"Thank you, Prime Minister." Lü Jun's voice was calm, but a ruthless look flashed across his face. "I will certainly live up to your expectations, work diligently in government affairs, seek the well-being of the people of Wuyan, expand our territory, and revitalize Wuyan."

As Lü Jun finished speaking, a deafening roar of cheers erupted throughout the hall. Civil and military officials alike knelt on the ground, shouting in unison, "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Standing at the highest point of the main hall, Lü Jun looked down at the officials and ministers below. His heart was filled with ambition and he knew that he was about to embark on a new journey, a journey full of challenges.

Father, do you see? Killing you, this tyrant, was such a wise decision. Only I, Lü Jun, can lead Wuyan to prosperity.

The enthronement ceremony is a complex process, involving a series of measures, from the enthronement itself to ancestral worship and sacrifices to Heaven, and then to announcing to the world the implementation of new policies that benefit the people. It takes at least five days. Today's activities are to complete the enthronement ceremony at the Hall of Audience, followed by ancestral worship to comfort the late emperor.

While the activities in the palace were in full swing, the guards at the south gate of Yan City stared solemnly outside the city, their palms sweating and their backs feeling cold.

Fifty thousand Xuanhu soldiers arrived at Yancheng like dark clouds pressing down on the city. Zhao Long transformed into an arrowhead, leading the first to tenth battalions in a cone-shaped advance to the city. After a sudden stop, they returned from the middle of the formation, while ten thousand Xuanhu soldiers returned as the two flanks, eventually standing on the far left of the south gate.

Their armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and the sound of their horses' hooves was like rolling thunder. Next came Zhang Yi, Wang Yue, Li Ying, and Ma Teng, each displaying an assault formation before taking their places in the open.

The 50,000 Xuanhu Army soldiers stood in neat rows, their movements perfectly synchronized and without a sound, from displaying their attack formation to returning to their ranks. Their arrival was like a bombshell dropped on Yan City, filling the previously tranquil air with a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

"Strong, very strong."

"It's not just strong; if we met on the plains, no army could stand up to us head-on."

"They are heavy cavalry, which is not advantageous in sieges. Our Poyue Dragon Cavalry is no worse than them, and we have the advantage in numbers, so there is no need to worry too much."

On the city wall, the old soldiers of the old city were terrified of the Xuanhu Army. They had never seen blood, and their military skills were not as tough as those of the Xuanhu Army. At this moment, they were already shrouded in the shadow of death.

The soldiers of the Poyue Dragon Cavalry felt the pressure, but not the fear. They were light cavalry, while the Xuanhu Army was heavy cavalry. They were at a disadvantage in terms of equipment, but the Poyue Dragon Cavalry had absolute confidence in their military skills.

Zhang Zhi's title of Grand Marshal of the Nation was well-deserved.

Although Li Po has ruined many people and done many heinous things, he is determined to become the Grand Marshal of Wuyan Kingdom. He has never neglected military training and has devoted his life to it. Therefore, the military skills of the Xuanhu Army are definitely among the strongest in Wuyan Kingdom.

When the two most elite light cavalry and heavy cavalry of Wuyan Kingdom met, it was hard to tell who would win until they fought.

Zhang Zhi had already received news that the Xuanhu Army had arrived at the south gate of Yan City, but he was not in a hurry at all and calmly participated in Lü Jun's enthronement ceremony. The Poyue Dragon Cavalry had an advantage in defending the city, and the Xuanhu Army had no hope of victory. In fact, he was certain that the Xuanhu Army would not dare to attack the city before the Fenghuo Army arrived.

After the coronation ceremony, he used 100,000 Broken Mountain Dragon Cavalry to annihilate 50,000 Xuanhu Army soldiers. This was the best gift he could give to the new emperor, Lü Jun, to continue the honor of the Grand Marshal of the State.

This is Zhang Zhi's confidence.

The comfortable lives of the city's wealthy businessmen were instantly shattered. They gathered in the spacious halls of their mansions, their faces filled with anxiety and unease.

These wealthy businessmen, who usually dress smartly and live luxurious lives, are now like ants on a hot plate, at a loss. They worry that their wealth and status will vanish in this war, and they are even more concerned about the safety of their families and lives.

"The Xuanhu Army's heavy cavalry is renowned for its bravery and skill in battle. Can our Yan City withstand them?" a wealthy merchant asked anxiously.

"I've heard they're well-equipped and have superb tactics. With our few walls and garrison, I'm afraid..." Another wealthy merchant didn't finish his sentence, but everyone already understood.

"Ignorant! Heavy cavalry excels at fighting on flat ground. Attacking a city is tantamount to suicide. You must trust Marshal Zhang's Breaking Mountain Dragon Cavalry. If the Xuanhu Army dares to attack the city, they are doomed."

The expressions on everyone's faces softened when the wealthy businessman in the middle spoke, since he was the most powerful and spoke the loudest.

The officials gathered in the council hall, their faces grave as they discussed countermeasures. They knew that the arrival of the Xuanhu Army was not only a military challenge to Yan City, but also a major test of the city's overall strength, including its politics, administration, and the morale of its people.

"We must immediately request reinforcements from the local army, strengthen the city's defenses, and prepare for the worst," an official said in a deep voice.

However, another official shook his head: "The Xuanhu Army dares not attack the city without the arrival of the Fenghu Army. After all, they are at a disadvantage. They dare not attack the city without the arrival of the Fenghu Army."

"Rest assured, everyone. The Grand Marshal foresaw this situation long ago and has already made arrangements. All we need to do is ensure the success of the Emperor's enthronement ceremony. The destruction of the Xuanhu Army and the Fenghuo Army is only a matter of time." As soon as the official in the high hall spoke, all the officials were relieved, because he was telling the truth.

Whether it was the Xuanhu Army or the Fenghuo Army, they didn't know if the two armies could break through Yan City. All they knew was that if Lü Jun was not satisfied with the enthronement ceremony, not only would their careers be over, but they would also be in danger of being beheaded.

The demonstration of 50,000 Xuanhu soldiers ended, and every soldier held their breath, their eyes blazing as if they wanted to bore a hole through the rocky city ahead. Their leader, Zheng Qian, who was supposed to be the grand finale of this demonstration, disappeared at the crucial moment.

In the woods behind the Xuanhu Army, Zheng Qian, with a roguish air of someone who had done something wrong but was self-righteous, asked fearlessly.

"Consort Mei, what do you want?"