Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure CH 010 Is This A Happy Occasion?

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When he walked out, Ji Yunlai thought he would feel very guilty, but he didn’t.

As if he had entered into a working, all business state.

He didn’t know why he said that just now. When they mentioned that junior brother, he suddenly recalled a vague memory.

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It was a child whose face was almost sallow from hunger, looking at him with large clear eyes, handing over half a sesame seed cake that was still warm from his body temperature, and saying: “Big Brother, you are injured, eat something.”

Then a scene of a group of children gathering around him, combing each other’s hair, and he was also not idle, “The white jade will not be ruined, which is an ancient jade ornament, from now on you are not called Zhou Xiaozhang, but Zhou Xiaozhang,” he combed the children’s hair while saying to him, “I’ll teach you how to write it later.” (TN: the former Zhou Xiaozhang 周小脏 means Zhou Little Dirty, the latter Zhou Xiaoazhang 周晓璋 means dawn jade ornament)

However, what appeared immediately afterwards was the corpse of a teenager, hung in the ruins of the collapsed temple, together with dozens of other corpses, dried up and skinny as when he first saw them…

“Do you really understand what it means to reverse cultivate the Supreme Emptiness Immovable True Sutra?” an ethereal shadow asked him. “You haven’t calculated the outcome.”

“No need!”

These kinds of images that should clearly make him angry and fill him with hatred did not bring him any emotional changes, as if he had seen it too many times and was tired of it, and didn’t want to cast his gaze on it any more.

So he just responded with that remark casually and appeared there indifferently.

Unlike his feelings for Feng Qingxiu which was that of a pure liking for children, towards these people, he had no emotions, as if they were completely erased by a piece of rubber eraser, leaving no trace behind.

And these great cultivators, after seeing him, they no longer possessed any of the calm and self-confidence they had in front of others. Instead, they bowed their heads, as if they had touched some taboo, even forgetting to breathe.

“Sect Leader.” Seven powerful individuals bowed and paid their respects.

Ji Mingyu bit her lip and looked at him directly: “Father!”

She didn’t want to bow her head, she had too little time to see her father, she didn’t want to bow her head and pass up this chance.

This was her right, Ji Yunlai thought mildly but did not speak, only looked at them quietly. Anyway, the other him already said that he didn’t have to explain to anyone.

There was no trace of emotion in his eyes, and the crowd of people who had just been discussing in lively spirits was now as quiet as quails, no one dared to speak.

It was not that he wanted to stand superior and aloof, but his existence alone was superior and aloof from everyone.

He was a cultivator who had truly overcome the Great Celestial Demon Tribulation, experiencing the Three Calamities and Six Misfortunes.

The Human Immortal, the Immortal among the humans, the pillar of the human race. Similar to the Great Sage of the spirit demonic race and the Heavenly Shaman of the barbaric tribe, they were this world’s apex existences.

And also the only existences that could protect and lead the sects and factions of this world through each periodic great catastrophe of this world. If there were no Human Immortals, no matter how vast the power of a sect stretched, they dared not say that they could grasp that slim life line.

Every time he thought about this, he just couldn’t figure out how he did it…

Thinking about it this way, he seemed to feel the pressure again.

“Sect Leader,” As the second senior brother, Yan Zhao stepped forward under the admiring looks of his junior brothers and sisters, “There is a reason that I made the decision to hold a thousandth birthday celebration for you without your permission.”

So it seemed he did not agree to hold this birthday celebration? Ji Yunlai was puzzled but he did not speak.

As expected, the other continued to explain.

“Senior Brother, twenty years ago, shortly after you retreated into Seclusion, it was discovered in Wuling Sea, the secret realm of the Great Xuan Immortal Dynasty, which may be connected to the Central Continent forces. Additionally, the sentient beings in the Outlands are also restless. We need you to show your presence among the people.” As Yan Zhao said this, he glanced unhappily at the female cultivator in white.

He would rather fight those garbage instead, but there were six junior brothers and sisters holding him back.

“In truth, this is not the only reason.” The female cultivator in white didn’t care, and spoke softly, “We may have found news about the Li family.”

Of course, the most important reason was to pull Senior Brother out to see people and see the sun. For so long now, it had become very difficult for them to see their Senior Brother!

In this case, naturally, even if there was no opportunity one must still create an opportunity. Yan Zhao, that idiot, only knew to slow them down, even if they wanted to exchange barbs with each other, if Senior Brother didn’t show up then what was the point. Besides, even if he was in the Synthesis Stage which barely numbered more than two hands in the Western Continent, that was only in the Western Continent.

The other races in the Outlands and the Central Continent have long coveted the wealthy Western Continent, and the stability and prosperity of the Western Continent over these hundreds of years depend entirely on the presence of Kun-Lai.

Over the years, even though the seven of them had the assistance of twelve other junior generation cultivators who had also just entered the Synthesis Stage in providing a deterrence, they were still barely enough.

This could not be helped. Although the Kun-Lai Sect was huge, it had a shallow foundation after all. It was not comparable to those sects that could pull out a bunch of ancient thousand year old cultivators from their sleeves.

Moreover, a few days ago, another secret realm of the Great Xuan Immortal Dynasty appeared. This was no longer something they could swallow alone.

The Great Xuan Immortal Dynasty, the largest human force before the catastrophic tribulation, the great catastrophe that lasted thousands of years not only severely damaged the numbers of the various other races, but also the entire human race. Numerous sects were destroyed and lost and the Great Xuan Immortal Dynasty also collapsed. The royal family was completely wiped out, leaving only the secret realms that once were possessed by the Dynasty and now occasionally appeared, attracting the madness of countless cultivators coveting the treasures within.

There were rumors that the reason why Ji Yunlai, the Xing Dao Master, was able to dominate all cultivators despite his mediocre spiritual root was because he had gained the largest secret realm of the Great Xuan Immortal Dynasty.

But only they themselves knew that the Kun-Lai Sect’s incantations and cultivation method had nothing to do with the Great Xuan Immortal Dynasty.

If one really wanted to talk about a connection, it should be the other way around!

“Li family?” Ji Yunlai asked softly.

Who, he didn’t know any Li’s, someone explain please.

“The last royal family branch of the Great Xuan Immortal Dynasty, Huan….” The female cultivator in white accidentally mentioned the battle of Huanbo Mountain, but she immediately changed her words after recalling the taboo, “Fantasizing on restoring the glory of the Great Xuan Immortal Dynasty. The Reincarnation Stone that you wanted to completely destroy is said to be in their hands.”

Ji Yunlai continued listening, although he didn’t actually understand.

“Then, Senior Brother, one month from now, should we have a big celebration for your birthday, or should we just celebrate privately?” The cold-looking young cultivator asked nervously; if he just wanted the latter then that was also fine.

“Big celebration.” Since he needed to show his face in public, he naturally wouldn’t say no. This was his sect after all and who but him would protect it? Ji Yunlai thought of this, and was about to leave. If he stayed any longer he was not sure he could continue to keep up appearances in front of so many people.

“Father!” Ji Mingyu suddenly ran up very close to him. This action was very abrupt and improper. And it was because he had reduced his spiritual aura, otherwise it would directly hurt her who carelessly came so close to him—his spiritual aura was not something a little Golden Core Formation cultivator could bear.

Ji Yunlai looked at her.

“Father, I…” Ji Mingyu was no longer the little girl who could only cry while looking at his back. She looked at him with beautiful eyes full of expectation, “I have something good to show you. Will you take a look?”

The young girls of the mortal world acted in such willful and coquettish ways towards their parents, although she didn’t know if it would work on Father, but she must still give it a try—in any case it couldn’t get worse.

Ji Yunlai looked at her for a moment, and the girl looked back at him firmly.

So Ji Yunlai nodded.

Ji Mingyu felt that the sky had suddenly brightened in an instant, and she happily took Father’s hand in her own: “Let’s go, Father, let’s go…”

So long as she could recommend an apprentice to Father, she could go see Father every day by using the excuse of seeing the eldest senior brother.

This should be the normal behavior of the daughter of the Sect Leader. She wanted to see just how her uncles could still brag in front of her about how good Father was to them in the past. Hmmph!

She walked quickly, leaving behind one after another motionless wooden stumps.

“Did I just imagine that?” After a long while, Yan Zhao came back to his senses.

“When our niece went to take Senior Brother’s hand, Senior Brother’s hand pulled slightly inward.” The female cultivator in white said with certainty.

“There was no formless and tangible sword energy, I am sure!” The cold-looking young man said calmly, “Next time I want to try holding Senior Brother’s hand too.”

“Have some shame,” the female cultivator in white looked at him coldly, full of contempt, “aren’t you embarrassed about fighting for favor with your little niece.”

“Stop arguing. The key is that this time Senior Brother is going to show up in front of everyone…” Another fellow cultivator who didn’t speak much said slowly, “What shall we do?”

It had been more than a hundred years since the Sect Leader appeared in public. The main hall was only so big. It would be impossible for everyone to come—it wouldn’t even fit one percent of the Kun-Lai Sect disciples, not to mention guests.

“What else can we do, hold a competition!” Yan Zhao coldly decided the bloody storm that would sweep across the sect’s disciples the coming January, “every mountain and every peak, one competition for each cultivation stage, the winner can enter the main hall as well as receive other rewards.”

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Ji Mingyu walked at Father’s side all the way, her face flushed with excitement, this was the first time!

She spoke a lot of things along the way. About her daily life, her relationship with her uncles and aunts, her cultivation. Father did not say a word, but she was very happy just knowing he was listening.

They finally arrived at her quiet residence. She was about to introduce her father to the small house she built herself when she saw her maid running over in a rush.

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“Young Lady, there’s trouble. Ye Han just said that he already learned the basic seals, so he will go to Shennong Peak to defeat Feng Qingxiu at his best.” The maid was very aggrieved, kneeling down and reporting without raising her head. “I tried to stop him. But he said that if he marries you in the future, he will also be my master, how dare I stop him.”

“Marry you?” Ji Yunlai turned his head and glanced at his daughter.

Ji Mingyu silently tore the embroidered handkerchief in her hand into pieces, as if she was tearing the limbs of a certain idiot.

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Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure CH 009 Is This The Past?

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There were more and more dark clouds, distorting the entire sky like that of an evil ghost’s face. As the golden snakes writhed, huge thunderbolts fell straight down from time to time, the scene like one from hell.

However, almost at the same time, a crystal-like shield appeared in the sky. The huge thunderbolt blasted onto the shield, only leaving behind a few ripples which quickly dissipated.

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However, the manifestation of heaven’s natural law was not stingy, endlessly pouring out its anger.

The crystal shield remained motionless under the sky, and only the few ripples during lightning strikes could prove its existence.

Ji Yunlai only looked up out the window for a few seconds, then lowered his head to urge Feng Qingxiu to continue practicing.

But Feng Qingxiu was completely stunned. Who could still draw in the face of such a terrifying tribulation!

“It’s okay, the shield is made according to the design of the lightning rod, and the electricity is all transferred to the ground. Any remaining electricity is also absorbed by the storage battery and it won’t reach us.” Ji Yunlai comforted him.

He really didn’t expect that there were actually natural batteries in this world. He really must give himself a like. He wondered just how many times he had been electrified in order to create such a design.

“What is a storage battery…..” Lightning rods could still make sense as it was rather self-explanatory, but he didn’t understand the second term. Feng Qingxiu asked directly, “Also, how do you know our Kun-Lai’s large spiritual array so clearly?”

“The storage battery is also called thunderstone. It is a treasure for cultivators who possess lightning spiritual roots to accelerate their speed of cultivation. It can absorb thunder and lightning, but it has a limit. However, there are several thunderstone mines buried under Kun-Lai Mountain, which can be used for a long time.” Ji Yunlai explained with a smile. He really liked such unscientific things, “As for why I know so clearly, that’s because I’m the one who created it.”

He didn’t know what the Dao of Yin and Yang was before, but it was clear from his notes a few days ago that Yin and Yang could be understood as “0” and “1” in computer language. All programs in the computer were composed of 0 and 1 and those seals were just like a programming language. The large spiritual array was a program written by him, but it was far more complicated than those programming languages ​​by countless times.

But no matter how complex it was, it was also a language, and as a language it could be understood and used to communicate.

Programming language was the communication channel between computers and people, and seals were the communication language between the world and all things and people.

This was not difficult for him. He used to learn C language programming for more than ten years. Later, when he needed JavaScript he also learned it very quickly. So long as one’s mathematics and logic were good, understanding that facts and rules = result, this kind of thing was the same as playing with no pressure at all.

So after quickly learning a new language (seals programming language?), he added his own spiritual powers which was enough for him to understand the principles of the spiritual array—it was created by him after all, so even if the grammar and instructions were different, the core was still composed of the same logic and the same habits. It was almost the same as reviewing the study materials again. Looking at it this way, the reason why he learned so slowly before was because he didn’t learn the language.

So long as he completely learned the seals—in fact even just learning most of it—then this was equivalent to his golden finger returning. This was practically an example of how knowledge could change one’s destiny.

Feng Qingxiu certainly wouldn’t believe what he said. He shook his head and pushed him away: “It’s almost dawn and I have to go to work. You should also leave. Don’t think that no one in Kun-Lai can beat you, you’ll be facing very unfortunate circumstances if you are caught.”

Ji Yunlai felt that he was being disdained, sighing a little, so he could only disappear in front of Feng Qingxiu.

Feng Qingxiu put away the talisman paper on the table, and suddenly saw the shadow in the corner, his shadow.

The shadow seemed to have its own consciousness, looking in the direction of Ji Yunlai’s disappearance.

“What the hell do you want to tell me?” Feng Qingxiu looked at his shadow and asked helplessly. His shadow would occasionally act abnormally, coming out once in a while to spaz out. But he couldn’t find the reason, and there was no one who could see it except for himself. From the horror at the beginning to the calmness later, no matter how outrageous, after watching this for more than ten years it no longer became surprising.

The shadow moved, but couldn’t say anything. Finally, it pointed to the last seal drawn on talisman paper on the table.

“Do you know this seal?” Feng Qingxiu was a little curious.

The shadow seemed to want to express something. It suddenly had an idea and began to fumble over its body.

“What are you doing?” Feng Qingxiu couldn’t understand it.

But the shadow seemed to have exhausted its power and became a normal shadow again.

“Touch?” Feng Qingxiu’s eyebrows moved, could it be, “Demon?” (TN: touch and demon have same pronunciation in Chinese)

***

When Ji Yunlai came back to his residence, the thunder in the sky still continued to fall like raindrops. He also sensed a lot of people standing outside the courtyard of his dwelling.

He counted, about eight, both men and women. Each one looked very formidable, and there was also a girl who looked very similar to himself—both appearance and aura were similar to his own.

It was so similar that she couldn’t be anything but his biological daughter. Sure enough, children should not be made willy-nilly!

Sect Leader Ji, who thought his daughter might’ve been adopted, suddenly felt great pressure. He shamelessly became a coward, and slipped into his dwelling quietly without attracting their attention.

He was not yet mentally prepared to meet his daughter.

These days he had also listened to many gossip that others whispered about. It was said that his daughter was brought back from outside decades ago and he had personally proclaimed her to be his own daughter, but he said nothing about the mother. But because of his prestige in Kun-Lai, no one dared to ask.

Then he went into Seclusion, and he heard that over these years there were very few times he had left.

He had only seen his daughter three or four times in these many decades, and the last time was 20 years ago.

Then he went into Seclusion until now.

Ji Yunlai couldn’t understand his other self.

Since she was his biological daughter, why didn’t he see and care about her more? Even if there was any discord with her mother, it shouldn’t involve the children!

Now he was so guilty that he dared not go to see her.

But this was not the way to go. It would be his thousandth birthday in a few days, and it wouldn’t make sense to not show up at that time.

At this time, he heard them chatting, and it seemed like they were talking about him…

This was a great opportunity to get to know himself!

He pricked up his ears.

“Uncle, does my father hate me very much?” The voice was crisp and melodious, and it should be his daughter’s, no mistake.

“How could that be? Senior Brother Sect Leader loves children the most, and you are even his daughter, so he must love you.” This seemed to be the elder named Yan Zhao.

“You are all lying to me. For so many years, Father has only looked at me once and never even smiled at me.” Hearing his daughter’s voice, she seemed to be crying.

“Xiao Yu, I’m really not lying to you. If you don’t believe me, ask your Aunt Bai.” Yan Zhao glanced around and decided to shift the trouble, throwing the ball to a white-robed female cultivator next to him.

“Yes, he used to take care of children every day, and he was never impatient at all.” The female cultivator in white subtly glared at Yan Zhao and comforted.

“Lies, you say that Father likes children, so why won’t he see me even after I found so many children?”

“We really aren’t lying to you.” The female cultivator in white was a little helpless and comforted, “He was very kind to us then.”

“Liar, since Kun-Lai was first established, there was no record that he ever smiled at others.” Ji Mingyu bit her lip and said sadly. “Outsiders say he is heartless and ruthless. I never believed it… I always thought it’s because I’m not good enough. So long as I am more capable and become even better, he would like me one day. But this is just my wishful thinking!”

“That was all before we came to the Western Continent.” The white robed female cultivator sighed.

Yan Zhao glanced at her mildly, and said, “At that time, there was a severe drought in the Central Continent, and there were countless refugees. Our master was struck by insanity at the time and began picking up people everywhere. Each one he picked up he would say that the child had good potential and must be accepted into Kun-Lai Mountain. Back then, Senior Brother had to return the children that Master found every day. We were the ones that our parents didn’t want and were left behind. Fortunately, Senior Brother was a cultivator. Although his cultivation level at the time was not high, it was still possible to raise a few children by himself.”

“Ah? Grandmaster randomly took children and no one made trouble for him?” Ji Mingyu was taken aback.

“This story begins with the Kun-Lai Sect. Senior Brother later speculated that the Kun-Lai Sect should be a large sect from ancient times. It was just that over many tribulations their mountain was destroyed, the sect declined, and the incantations and cultivation methods that managed to survive and be preserved were also seriously missing important parts. Back then, it was because Master had been practicing incomplete cultivation methods, so he went insane and began to pick up any child he stumbled across. Although insane at the time, he had reached the Qi Condensation Stage, and there was no difficulty in dealing with ordinary people. Of course, some children really were fooled into believing that they were peerless talents,” said the white robed female cultivator. She glanced at Yan Zhao and asked with a smile, “Am I right, peerless talent?”

Yan Zhao’s handsome face darkened. Although everyone had second year middle school syndrome at least once in their youth, when he thought of some of the stupid things he had said and done, he would still feel an arrow to his heart.

“Yes, at that time, I actually felt that Senior Brother was very unlucky. He was injured and was resting by the river when Master suddenly dragged him back to his ruined temple and insisted that since he saved him Senior Brother should join the sect to repay the favor.” A young cultivator with a very cold aura added lightly on the side.

“I remember that at the time Senior Brother said to Master, ‘You are forcibly demanding compensation and I will not be polite with you, believe it or not!'” The female cultivator in white sighed, “But Senior Brother noticed how tragic Master was so he didn’t do anything in the end.”

“I have to say, Junior Brother Zhang was the most clever. When he saw Senior Brother’s softheartedness, he immediately went up to him and tried to invoke pity.” Another cultivator shook his head and laughed. “Saying, ‘Big Brother, you are hurt so eat something’. I am surprised he was even willing to part with his food.”

“By the way, Senior Brother Yan also went to grab that half of sesame seed cake at the time, and was lectured at by Senior Brother for an entire afternoon.” The female cultivator in white covered her mouth and smiled.

Whenever Yan Zhao recalled that past he would be full of irritation so he gave them a cold look.

“What are you glaring at, who was the one who wouldn’t admit his mistakes at the time?” The female cultivator in white smiled, “But thanks to the two of you, Senior Brother made the decision to settle us down before leaving.”

“Later, when Senior Brother was about to leave, he even…” The cold-looking young cultivator began, but seeing that Senior Brother Yan had his hand on his sword, he did not continue.

“Which uncle is that Junior Brother Zhang?” She hadn’t heard of any uncle who had the character Zhang in his name, and she rarely heard them mention him so Ji Mingyu asked curiously.

The surrounding air instantly condensed.

Ji Mingyu didn’t know what she had said wrong for a while, and felt a little uneasy.

“He died a long time ago.” A voice continued.

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Everyone looked up at the same time.

In their field of vision, a young man in obsidian robes appeared quietly among the bamboo trees. Lightning in the clouds flashed and casted light and shadows that reflected on his face. But he was still as bright as the moon, as distant as the clouds.

It was a remoteness that was so far away, it was as if he was no longer in the mortal world.

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After Becoming The Tyrant

After Becoming The Tyrant CH 029 Natural Born Scoundrel

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From the words of the former knight commander of the Templars, the King understood where the enmity between the Rose family and the Holy Court came from.

A family that once killed an evil dragon, a family arrogant enough to dare to build a kingdom on the bones of a giant dragon….. How could such a family that was almost synonymous with madness be willing to be shrouded in the light of the kingdom of God?

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The kings of the Rose family didn’t need anyone to crown them. They were born as Legrand’s monarchs.

When people prayed for help from God, God did not reach out. The Rose family killed the dragon with their own strength, so from then on Legrand’s glory had nothing to do with anyone else.

That the king needed to be crowned by the Holy Court. What kind of grace and glory was this for the Rose family?

This was humiliation!

“This is…..humiliation.” The King whispered to himself softly, the bones and roses in front of him reflected in his pupils, “This is glory!”

Some things lurked under the undercurrent, smelling heavily of blood, and the King could see their shadows.

The seemingly wild and unrestrained former Knight Templar was also observing the King.

He was the leader of the people with special powers in the Rose family, but he had not seen the King before. People like him just hid in the dark according to the usual practice. Under normal circumstances, they would not be controlled by the King himself, but by someone who was absolutely loyal to the King.

The King ruled the empire under the sun, and they defended the King’s territory in the shadows.

In history, only a few Kings of Legrand personally controlled this blade hidden in the shadows. The most recent one was the King’s father——William III.

The former Knight Templar knew the intentions of the Duke of Buckingham having him come to see the King.

The Duke of Buckingham intended to return this sharp blade to the King.

The former Knight Templar was not sure if this was a good idea, because the last Legrand monarch who had the most intense conflict with theocracy, William III, was now buried in the ground forever.

So, what about the King?

Would the King make the same choice like his father?

“If they want to kill the Rose family’s ambitions with the death of one or two generations, then they are truly naive.” The former Knight Templar answered the King’s murmur while waiting for the King’s answer.

“I think you should probably know one thing.”

The King watched him, his voice was not high, but underneath that gentle tone, there was a determination that was passed down by blood.

“I don’t plan to let anyone judge me.”

The former Knight Templar smiled.

In the circling air current, the former Knight Templar knelt down on one knee to the King: “Then…..please take out your sword and accept the allegiance from your knights, Your Majesty.”

“I represent all my companions.”

Added the former Knight Templar.

The King drew out the imperial sword hanging on the wall. He stepped forward and laid the tip of the sword on his knight’s shoulder.

“For the glory of the Rose.”

Said the King.

“For the glory of the Rose.”

The former Knight Templar replied.

……

The airflow gradually subsided, the bones returned to the appearance of stone pillars, and the delicate roses were re-turned into reliefs sculpted on them. The room was a little messy. On the surface, it was just an ordinary luxurious palace, and no one could imagine just how terrifying its backbone was.

The ceremony with only two people present was completed.

The King returned to his seat, and the former Knight Templar appeared even more relaxed than at the beginning.

“Now, let’s discuss how to deal with the devil you mentioned. This requires a little bit of wisdom.” The former knight commander of the Templars laughed, “Well…..you know, conspiracy is actually our specialty.”

Of course the King knew.

The Rose family was not like normal heroes who used weapons bestowed by gods to slay the dragon, but instead relied on the wisdom and power of mortals——of course, in the words of some people, they used trickery and conspiracy.

“Come, let us set up a small trap for Mr. Devil.”

The King, who had always shown “unscrupulous” behavior to the fullest, also smiled briskly.

………………

Today was a good night, as a happy event suddenly occurred.

After the King stepped into Metzl, the Devil disappeared. After all, the most glorious St. Wyth Cathedral in the entire Legrand stood in this city, as well as the presence of the Pope’s envoy who arrived a few days ago.

The Devil had no intention of engaging in a head-on conflict with the Holy Court at this time.

But tonight, he rushed from hell in a hurry because he felt that the King’s life force was weakening and might die at any time. Today, there were still some private soldiers of Grand Duke Grice in Metzl. It was possible that one or two fellows with aspirations to kill the King might have escaped the cleaning and made an assassination attempt.

After the Devil felt this, he hurried over.

After all, Metzl City had the existence of St. Wyth Cathedral. He had no intention of letting the Holy Court and those damn priests perform a dying baptism for the King after all his hard work. That would be too disastrous!

This time, the Devil did not take his fancy bone carriage and traveled in a very low-key manner.

He melted into the shadows, and walked through walls silently, avoiding the hidden guards, and arrived at the Rose Palace. Seeing the towering Rose Palace in the night, the Devil felt a little nostalgic.

The last time he came here was on the night of Saint Val’s death more than ten years ago.

That damn William III was indeed the conspirator and careerist of the Rose family. If it were not for the cunning of William III, he would have taken away His Majesty’s soul more than a decade ago.

Without alerting the guards of the Rose Palace, the Devil walked into the palace silently. He walked through the long corridors where he became more cautious and did not pass directly through the walls. He wandered around, looking at the upright pillars around him with a little regret.

The deterrence and intimidation of these dragon bones was greater than their magical array power. Unfortunately, human alchemy had not reached the extreme, and the full power of the dragon bones had not been exerted.

Otherwise, the castle could have been a terrifying war machine.

Following the feel of the King’s life force, he arrived at the King’s bedroom in the Rose Palace.

The King’s life force was very weak behind the door, and standing outside the door he could hear the dispute between the King and the Duke of Buckingham. The Duke of Buckingham asked the King to receive treatment immediately, but the King believed that the degree of loyalty of the doctors in Metzl City was hard to determine.

Standing in front of the door, the Devil straightened his collar.

After thinking about it, he manifested a bunch of red roses. After doing this, the Devil reached out and touched the closed door.

Like a tide, the black mist penetrated through the gaps in the door, avoiding the rose reliefs. After waiting for a while, the arguing in the room gradually subsided, and then there was complete silence.

The Devil was so ecstatic that he wanted to hum a little tune. He held the bouquet of red roses and opened the door.

The Duke of Buckingham in the red cloak was lying beside the King’s bed. His beautiful Majesty lay quietly on the bed. The cold moonlight slanted through the window and shone on the King’s face, which appeared as pale as paper.

“My dear Majesty.”

The Devil briskly walked across the carpet embroidered with dragon and roses, and arrived at the King’s side. There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and the King was wrapped in gauze that was slightly blood soaked.

“Look, didn’t I say so? You have belonged to hell since birth.”

The Devil showed a triumphant smile, and he stepped closer. However, after learning from the previous lesson, the Devil did not reach out to touch the King. Instead, like a most loyal servant, he stood still in front of the King’s bed, waiting.

“Together, with me……”

The Devil’s joyful words came to an abrupt halt.

Because the King suddenly opened his eyes.

“What are you doing here? Mr. Devil.” The King’s ice-blue eyes were too clear, and when the moonlight fell on them they appeared like hidden blades.

“Ah, I’m here to wish good night to Your Majesty.”

The Devil’s smile disappeared. He realized something and immediately concealed his original intentions.

“Am I disturbing you? I will leave now.”

Having said that, the Devil immediately pulled away and tried to get out.

“Having already come, why bother to leave.”

A second voice sounded, and the “Duke of Buckingham” who was lying on the side jumped up. He wore the same scarlet cloak as the Duke of Buckingham, and he also had the iconic silver hair of the Rose family. So combined with a disguised voice, the pretense was very convincing indeed.

Almost at the moment he jumped up, a bright light burst from the carpet embroidered with dragons and roses under their feet, and the air currents became even more violent than. All the pillars and beams in the room once again turned into awe-inspiring dragon bones. The green vine with scarlet roses slid across the ground like snakes.

In just a few breaths, those rose vines were woven into the bones to create a huge cage.

With the Devil trapped in the very center.

“Your habit of getting rid of someone when you no longer have use for them is too delightful, my dear Majesty.”

The Devil sighed. He saw that there was a faint golden glow coming from the rose vines, and immediately guessed where the smell of blood in the air had come from.

The King had awakened the Rose Palace with his own blood, and then disguised the smell of blood as an injury from an assassination attack.

“Compared with you throwing stones at someone who is already down, it doesn’t seem to be too impressive.”

The King sat up, untied the gauze on his body, and threw it on the ground. The wound on his hand had healed, and the gauze was used to deceive the Devil.

“Goodbye, Mr. Devil.”

The King stood outside the cage. As he casually put on his outer robe, he smiled and bid farewell to the Devil.

The former knight commander of the Templars raised a strange sterling silver longsword in his hand and was about to plunge it into the ground.

“Wait!”

The Devil immediately raised his hand.

“The Black Plague!! Your Majesty!”

It was a routine behavior of rulers to get rid of people they no longer had use for.

So, naturally, one must hurry before the blade falls down to display more value.

The Devil was very clear, one should not expect His Majesty to have any kindness. Instead, it was more efficient to quickly show his value, otherwise he might really be reduced to a sorry looking state today.

Black Plague.

These two words represented the nightmare and death scythe of the Middle Ages.

As soon as the King made a gesture, the longsword of the former knight commander of the Templars stopped in mid-air.

The magical array also stopped.

“Tell me, regarding the Black Plague that you have mentioned.”

The King looked at the Devil.

“You look as if you are just waiting for me to finish, and then let this gentleman here continue on, am I right, my dear Majesty?”

The Devil watched every change in the King’s expression and asked cordially.

“Should I praise you for your keenness?”

The King spoke regretfully.

“You are truly a natural born scoundrel.”

The Devil sighed sincerely.

Just look at this habit of squeezing every drop of usefulness out of others and then throwing them away afterwards. His dear Majesty did it so smoothly….. Truly, it was too hell-like, too dark-side.

“Should I thank you for your appreciation?”

The King asked calmly, not minding the Devil’s observation of his nature.

“If you want to…..but for my own health, may I ask Your Majesty’s gratitude to be a little bit more reserved?” The Devil looked towards the Knight Templar, “Your Majesty, may I ask that this gentleman take away that precious sword first? It would not be good if a thousand-year-old antique got damaged.”

The former Knight Templar looked askingly at the King.

The King nodded.

A very regretful expression on his face.

…………………………

While the Devil was talking to the King, the Duke of Buckingham stood in front of the Northwest Black Tower.

The guard opened the gate of the tower.

This time the Duke of Buckingham did not hear any singing, and the Mad Queen was much calmer than last time.

The Duke of Buckingham walked in and saw the unkempt woman with her back to him, sitting quietly in the middle of the black tower. In the cold black tower, the dim candle light provided the only illumination. Years of madness had worn away this beautiful woman, but her skinny and ridged back was still held straight, clearly showing her strong will.

This gave the Duke of Buckingham hope that she would get better.

“Eleanor.”

The Duke looked at the Mad Queen.

“Pureland is not dead. He is back. Don’t worry. He has regained the throne….. He will be the pride of the Rose family.”

No matter what, the Mad Queen was still the King’s mother, and the Duke of Buckingham believed that it was his responsibility to tell her about the King.

At the same time, he also hoped that news of her son could gradually make her better.

The Mad Queen was silent for a long time.

Just when the Duke of Buckingham was about to leave as usual, she suddenly said quietly: “I want to see him.”

This was the first time she spoke so calmly.

She seemed to be quite aware and sane.

But towards her request, the Duke of Buckingham was stuck in a dilemma. He could not be sure whether the Mad Queen who lost her mind would harm the King or not.

“Don’t worry about me hurting him.” The Queen noticed his hesitation. Her back remained facing the Duke of Buckingham as she raised her head, her voice hoarse and full of restrained anger, “No one in this world loves him more than me! He is my child! My child!!”

“If you are worried, then arrange for him to pass here, and I can just look at him from a distance. Let me see him!”

The Queen’s voice became fierce again, revealing a forceful and unyielding strength.

She was originally the illustrious Queen of Iron and Blood.

“Alright.”

The Duke of Buckingham finally agreed.

The ancestors of the Rose family, please bless her so that she may get better.

The Duke of Buckingham left, and once again only the Mad Queen was left in the tower, the candlelight flickering and dancing on her bony frame. She raised her head and laughed loudly: “My child! Pureland! My child! My child!”

The blood and tears rolled down her astonishingly thin cheeks, and those green orbs were filled with endless despair and murderous intent.

She had her back to the Duke of Buckingham, and where the Duke did not see, she gripped a piece of black iron in her hand.

It was a small piece of black iron knocked down after countless collisions of the iron chains. The Mad Queen who could guard the palace for her husband had grinded it into a terrifying sharp blade with the same tenacity she had back then as she stood guard over the empire in her armor.

In the end, the Duke of Buckingham had still underestimated the Mad Queen.

She spent more than ten years, little by little and with much difficulty to finally forge a sharp blade!

Fingers that appeared like only skin and bones stroked the cold blade little by little. The blade cut her fingers, and the blood slid along the smooth surface of the blade but she didn’t care.

The Queen hummed a lullaby softly, as if returning to the time when the baby was just born and this iron rose warrior queen often gently rocked her son’s cradle.

Her child, her Pureland.

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Let their carefully planned product of divine grace be buried with her child!

The Mad Queen raised her head, the blood on the tip of the blade dripping to the ground.

The candle light in the black tower fell down on her from above. Her eyes were empty as she sat on the icy ground, like an indestructible statue.

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After Becoming The Tyrant CH 028 Glory

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Before seeing the professionals that the Duke of Buckingham would bring for the King, the King first met another person.

General Edmund of Ingres.

This time, that the King’s plan could be carried out so smoothly was largely due to the State of Ingres. After the King’s second coronation was completed, they followed the King’s will to clean up the city of Metzl, and completely root out the remnants of Grice’s confidantes.

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Of course, there was no such thing as a free meal in this world.

The Ingres’ willingness to exert such great efforts in quelling the rebellion would naturally not be out of loyalty.

The King and Ingres had agreed on certain terms for their cooperation.

“Thanks to the Lord’s blessing, I have fulfilled your orders, Your Majesty.”

General Edmund humbly saluted the King, his heart still with many hesitations at this time.

Because what followed would test the results of Ingres’ gamble.

“I should be the one to say thank you, sir.”

The young King was holding a thick book in his hands. When General Edmund came in, he glanced at it and found that it was a manuscript of theology and legend. The King closed the heavy yellowed book and spoke to General Edmund gently.

However, General Edmund had seen how the King smiled and dealt with a group of nobles in a gentle tone, so he didn’t dare to treat the King’s gentleness as a matter of fact.

In fact, he was even more nervous.

“Don’t be nervous, General.” The King noticed his mood and said briskly, “You and your soldiers did a great job this time. Maybe you are willing to bring a beautiful iron rose back to the mountains of Ingres? May the friendship between the Rose family and the Leverin family last forever.”

After hearing the King say this, General Edmund’s heart finally settled back in place.

He showed a joyous smile.

The day before yesterday, before the New Royal Party nobles each got a piece of paper that they needed to fill in with a certain amount personally, the Royalist Party wearing iron roses were exempted from the inheritance tax they had to pay before, and each received different rewards. Finally, the King personally conferred upon them new iron rose medals.

Right now, what the King said meant that he intended to fulfill his promise.

“Look at this.”

The King picked up a prepared treaty from the desk and handed it to General Edmund.

General Edmund took it with both hands and flipped through it quickly, the smile on his face becoming bigger and bigger.

Observing his reaction, the King had a clearer judgment of Ingres’ current situation——it seemed to be worse than he expected.

“Ingres’ one-year tariff cannot afford a button on the sleeve of the King of Legrand”, this sentence was a joke for others, but it was a deep wound for the Ingres people.

Because they were indeed too poor.

This situation had become more and more serious especially after the passage of the 1134 Penal Law that lowered the Ingres people’s social status. The natural conditions of the mountains and swamps of Ingres inherently restricted their agricultural development. After the passage of the Penal Law in 1134, Ingres not only had a low status, but also lost the right to trade with the Legrand borders.

The bazaars on the borders were all evacuated and replaced by military defense castles. The Legrand royal family had pulled up an invisible but present blockade on the border of Ingres.

They were trapped in the mountains.

For 300 years, the Ingres people had been trying to use force to break out of this blockade, but the population density of Ingres was extremely low due to the harsh natural conditions. So even if they relied on military bravery to achieve a temporary victory, they would still quickly be forced to retreat. Three hundred years was enough time for certain things to become a habit.

For example, people subconsciously rejected and looked down on the people of Ingres.

They were considered barbarians.

This time, the King of Ingres sent General Edmund who knew Legrand’s etiquette for this reason. He wanted to show people that:

Ingres was not a place of barbarians.

The King knew and targeted the sore spot of Ingres.

He learned about the current affairs in Ingres from his memory.

In the past few years, Ingres’ rebellious behavior still existed, but during the armed conflict, their slaughter of villages had been greatly reduced, and they did not directly kill prisoners of war as they did in the past. Instead, they chose to carry out a ransom transaction with Legrand. This was actually a signal displayed by Ingres.

They were seeking readmission into civilized society.

But before that, Legrand people simply didn’t care about these things at all.

The King was willing to give Ingres this opportunity.

If Ingres sent elite soldiers to help the King quell this rebellion, then the commercial gates on the borders would be reopened for the people of Ingres, and Ingres’ trees could once again appear on the market, and at the same time they could re-negotiate the 1134 Penal Law.

“…..Legrand’s 36 states are part of a whole, and under the glory of the Holy Lord, Legrand’s people may have conflict with each other, but we are still like brothers…..”

This was the original wording in the King’s letter.

When necessary, the King did not mind using the name of the Holy Lord when it suited him.

The knight commander responsible for delivering the letter was undoubtedly strong proof. He was a member of the Ingres royal family, but the King accepted him and appointed him as his extremely important knight commander of his vow knights.

The King of Ingres hesitated for a long time, but looking at the vow knight commander, he finally made up his mind to take the gamble.

Here, they must thank Grand Duke Grice once again.

——In the past few decades, in order to win a good reputation, his attitude towards the Ingres people was known to be very tough.

The King now felt that Grand Duke Grice was truly a dear fellow, just look at how much he had helped him unknowingly.

Looking at the figure of General Edmund leaving with joy, the King thoughtfully summoned his vow knight commander.

After some inquiries, the King confirmed his conjecture.

The situation in Ingres this year was really terrible. They were met with a terrible cold spell…..If the King did not send the letter, then they might have even taken the initiative to bow to the royal family of Legrand.

“Natural disasters.”

The King seemed to say with sympathy.

He knew what he should do afterwards.

……………………

Before leaving Metzl with the agreement, General Edmund left half of his soldiers for the King to show Ingres’ sincerity.

Not long after he left, the King saw the person he wanted to meet.

A knight commander of the Templars who came from the Rose family——of course, a former one.

The former knight commander of the Templars left the holy court three years ago under the reason “when he was fighting for the Holy Lord, he suffered a serious injury that could not recover, and he hoped to die on the land of Legrand” and returned to Legrand. According to the Duke of Buckingham, it seemed that he had been responsible for driving away the dark creatures around Metzl over the years.

“You don’t look like you are seriously injured or dying.”

The King looked at the former Knight Templar in front of him with great interest.

“Of course, Your Majesty.” The former Knight Templar seemed to have a good impression of the infamous King. He winked at the King happily and replied, “You can’t expect true members of the Rose family to dedicate themselves to the holy court and pledge loyalty, can you?”

“Then you must really despise Grand Duke Grice?”

The King asked with a smile.

“If that kind of stupid fool who wagged his tail at the holy court actually won through his vile methods, then even if it violated the Code, I would still chop off his head and throw it into the Abyss Strait.”

The former Knight Templar replied with his back straight, the killing intent in his tone showing that his words were not an ingratiating remark, but a belief he persisted in upholding.

The King understood.

It seemed that the enmity between the Rose family and the holy court didn’t seem to have started with Pureland, but actually had a long history.

“What is a violation of the Code?”

The King asked quietly.

“Hmm…..” The former Knight Templar showed a hesitant look, “Please forgive my concealment, Your Majesty. Due to some constraints, I cannot explain to you in detail, but I can tell you, those like us, like those dark creatures, can not appear on the mundane battlefield with integrity.”

The King’s fingertips pressed together, and recalled back to that day he had asked the Devil and got a similar answer.

What constraints could exist in this world.

“Then, let’s talk about the main topic…..” The King temporarily suppressed his speculations, “How can one deal with a powerful devil?”

“May I know the name of that devil?” the former Templar asked, and immediately added, “I apologize, I have no intentions of spying on your secrets, but according to the natural laws of darkness, the name itself symbolizes power. Not their claimed name, but the name they presented on the contract, which cannot be hidden.”

The King was silent for a while.

“What would be the reason for the name of a devil to be hidden in the contract?”

The former Templar was also silent for a while, and cautiously formed his words: “I can only think of one possibility, because he is old enough that even the name itself is a taboo.”

Even the name itself is a taboo?

The King thought about what the Devil looked like in front of him, and couldn’t connect the possibility with that guy.

“Then that means this is beyond your scope?”

“It will be very difficult to deal with.” The former Knight Templar replied frankly, but then he added, “However, your Majesty, we are now in the Rose Palace. Here, the descendants of the Dragon Killer are the real masters.”

“Descendants of the Dragon Killer?”

The King raised an eyebrow slightly.

“I always thought it was just a legend.”

“No, Your Majesty.” The former Templar stood up, “Please look…..”

He walked to the columns in the room and smeared them with his own blood one by one. As the blood seeped into the embossed pillars, the King began to hear a rumbling sound——gradually a strong air current hovered in the room, carrying with it an ancient and enormous echo.

The King stood up and saw that the reliefs seemed to become hovering rose vines.

The legend of the origin of the Rose family came to the mind of the King.

The people who slaughtered the evil dragon, established their own kingdom in the place where the bones of the dragon were buried.

The burial place of the dragon’s bones, the Rose Palace, which was the heart of Legrand…..heart…..

The answer was ready to come out.

“Yes! Your Majesty!”

The former Knight Templar stood in the center of the room, his hands smeared with blood, but he didn’t care. Every pillar in the room was stained with blood.

He stood up straight, spread his arms and proudly let the King witness the miraculous scene with his own eyes.

In the eyes of the King, the pillars and beams of the room all changed. They were no longer cold rock, but awe-inspiring, enormous bones.

“This is the heart of the dragon! This is not a legend! Your Majesty!”

It seemed as if the breathing of a giant dragon traveled over thousands of years to reach their ears, and the King’s robe flapped violently in the intense flow of air.

Ancient legend was intertwined with real history at this moment, and a family stood proudly in the torrent of that time. This group of people marked by the rose had built Legrand on the bones of the dragon.

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This was a truly arrogant and fearless family of lunatics.

After they slaughtered the dragon, they built a mortal palace in the very center of its heart!

“This is glory!”

“The glory of the Rose family!”

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Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity CH 078 Emperor

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In February of the fifteenth year of Yuan Shun, Liu Futong and aides supported Han Lin’er, the son of Han Shantong, in proclaiming himself the Xiao Ming emperor. The capital was to be established in Bozhou, the dynasty name was Song, and the reign name Longfeng.

By December of the fifteenth year of Yuan Shun, the Red Turban Army in Taikang was defeated by General Dashibadoulu of the Yuan army, thus Xiao Ming emperor moved the capital to Anfeng.

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“Too hurried.” Lin Yuan took a sip of tea, “They were able to resist earlier, but now how come they couldn’t bear it anymore.”

Both Song Shizhao and Luo Ben were seated below Lin Yuan. Luo Ben’s seat was after Song Shizhao. Lin Yuan now had civil officials sitting on the left while military officials sat on the right. It was clearly delineated so that everyone could find their own position.

Song Shizhao smiled and said: “To set people’s hearts at ease.”

Lin Yuan: “That’s a reason, but it does more harm than good.”

The territory of the Red Turban Army seemed to be very large, but in fact they were not at all united. Under the banner of the Red Turban Army, they were all in it for their own benefit.

For example, Xu Shouhui and Guo Zixing, although they were both Red Turbans, they were not on the same side as Liu Futong, so naturally they would not have any relationship.

In history, Zhu Yuanzhang proclaimed himself emperor in 1368, the first year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty. According to the current reign era, it would be the twenty-eighth year of Yuan Shun. And that happened when the Yuan Dynasty had no power left to quell the rebels. It was also five years after Zhu Yuanzhang’s biggest opponent, Chen Youliang died.

And those who had proclaimed themselves the emperor earlier all died.

Lin Yuan asked Chen Baisong and Zhu Yuanzhang: “Can you capture Jiqing Lu this year?”

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and said: “It’s not difficult.”

Chen Baisong answered: “The military power of Jiqing Lu is not strong enough, and the grain and grass supply is also lacking. We can fight quickly.”

Lin Yuan nodded: “Is it possible to win with 300,000 soldiers?”

Zhu Yuanzhang and Chen Baisong knelt down together to request to fight.

Generals could only be generals when there was a battlefield.

Lin Yuan said to Song Shizhao and the others after giving them his permission: “Xiao Ming emperor proclaimed himself emperor. It would not be proper to turn a blind eye so send some congratulatory gifts over.”

Luo Ben’s expression changed: “This…..”

Lin Yuan comforted: “It’s just for show.”

Luo Ben was relieved. He finally followed after a ruler who trusted him and used him. If this person said he was going to kneel down to the Xiao Ming emperor at this time, he might actually protest with his own death today.

Song Shizhao had been working for Lin Yuan for so many years, so he had long become somewhat learned in the other’s ways. He knew what Lin Yuan wanted to do, so he smiled and said: “Naturally, we will prepare a heavy gift.”

Xiao Ming emperor was young, and the real ruler was Liu Futong. And Liu Futong was certainly loyal to Xiao Ming emperor.

But what about Xiao Ming emperor himself?

Perhaps Xiao Ming emperor also trusted this loyal veteran official very much, but that was before he became the emperor.

After becoming the emperor, people would naturally change. If he didn’t change, then Lin Yuan would make it so he changed.

Let him feel the grandness and prestige of being an emperor.

What was the emperor? The world belonging to this one person, and all things on the land were his possessions. The beauties of the world, the delicacies and the splendor were all for him to enjoy.

Would anyone not be tempted by such grandness and prestige?

Strong relationships between monarchs and ministers had been rare throughout the ages. So long as one person was in a high position and one was underneath, and the person above was incapable, it was useless for the people below no matter how hard they worked. If they were labelled with “overstepping authority” then it would all be over.

“I heard that someone close to the Xiao Ming emperor named Du Zundao is dead?” Lin Yuan asked suddenly.

Song Shizhao hurriedly nodded: “He was favored by Xiao Ming emperor and hated by Liu Futong. So Liu Futong had soldiers kill Du Zundao. He also named himself the prime minister and Tai Bao (TN: a very high official in ancient China). Now that he is in power, Xiao Ming emperor is no more than a puppet.”

Lin Yuan raised his eyebrows: “I imagine Xiao Ming emperor’s days are not easy.”

With a powerful minister on the side, in a situation where the ministers were strong and the emperor was weak, there would be no conflict if Han Lin’er was a cowardly man.

But what if Han Lin’er wanted real power?

Perhaps Du Zundao’s matter had already planted a thorn in Han Lin’er’s heart?

Therefore, Lin Yuan asked people to prepare the best tea leaves——only produced a few dozen kilograms a year. The tea trees were rare and could not be cultivated artificially. Professional tea pickers had to climb up the trees with bare hands and it was common for tea pickers to slip and fall to their deaths. And after harvesting the leaves, local girls over eight and under fourteen must use their bodies to dry the tea leaves. Finally, it must be processed by old tea craftsmen.

After Han Lin’er drank it and still wanted more, would Liu Futong still be able to give him more?

There were also the most exquisite utensils, tea cups and teapots that were all made of jade, texture smooth and the luster snow white and lovely.

Even the fabrics were all fine silks and satin that dozens of top embroiderers took several months to embroider.

In addition to this, Lin Yuan also had people spread rumors.

Luo Ben wrote many limerick poems that the common people could understand with no trouble. It could also be called a popular piece of doggerel.

The poems talked about how the emperor enjoyed life and how the ministers enjoyed life.

——

“What are these?”

In Anfeng City, Han Lin’er looked at the boxes carried by the servants to the yard, and turned around and asked, “Tai Bao?”

Liu Futong was wearing brocade robes and said with a smile: “These were sent by Gaoyou.”

Han Lin’er was thin and pale. He had been on the run with Liu Futong since he was a child. Even if he was now an emperor, he still lived in panic all day long. He knew that everything he had was given to him by Liu Futong. His father had died for so long, and even if his father’s prestige was still there, it was impossible for the civil and military officials to bend their knees to him. So when Liu Futong killed his favorite official Du Zundao, he dared not say anything.

He was nothing without Liu Futong.

Han Lin’er asked strangely: “Gaoyou? Is it the Southern emperor?”

Although the common people all called Lin Yuan the South Bodhisattva, they didn’t call him that way. In their eyes, Lin Yuan was going to proclaim himself emperor sooner or later. He didn’t have a title, so they gave him the title Southern emperor. After all, he was called the South Bodhisattva, so it was an easy match.

Liu Futong: “It’s him. I imagine he must also know that Your Majesty is where the righteousness of the world lies. He has come to surrender early.”

Han Lin’er: “Is he a loyal minister?”

Liu Futong shook his head: “It doesn’t matter whether this person is loyal or treacherous, and we don’t have to become antagonistic with him at this time. The imperial court is still watching on the sides after all. Now that he has surrendered to us, we naturally have to make a response for the people of the world to see.”

Han Lin’er said: “Then should Zhen ask someone to pass the decree and make him the Prince of Nan’an?”

Liu Futong glanced at Han Lin’er. The child had become smarter. While he was gratified, he also felt an unspeakable sense of urgency.

After Liu Futong left, Han Lin’er eagerly called the eunuch next to him: “Let’s see what it is?”

The little eunuch was one of Han Lin’er’s favorites. The reason was simple. His age was young, and unlike the older ones who only listened to Liu Futong’s words, the little eunuch was very timid. When Han Lin’er spoke, he immediately hurried to open the boxes.

Han Lin’er was not afraid that the gifts might be something treacherous. Anything that could reach his hands must be something that had been tested several times.

“Is this a tea cup?” Han Lin’er held a tea cup made of fine jade and couldn’t look away.

It was easy to make a tea cup with jade, but this tea cup was not made of ordinary jade. The whole body was white and there was no variegated color. There was even a bit of transparency to it that allowed one to vaguely see through to the other side of the tea cup. When serving tea, one would be able to see the color of the tea by looking through the walls of the tea cup, giving it a faintly elegant and ethereal appearance.

Han Lin’er: “What about the other things, take it all out!”

The tea leaves exuded a delicate fragrance. The fragrance was very overbearing. It did not smell strong, but when one took it out, the surrounding area seemed to be permeated with that fragrance. Han Lin’er took a deep breath and felt that he was standing in a tea tree forest.

The eunuch brought out countless rare treasures, including night pearls that were as big as a fist.

While it was called night pearls, it was actually a stone that was fluorescent. Lin Yuan thought it was a rare treasure at first, but when he took it in his hand, he found that the light was not as good as the light of a glow stick. But using it to fool people was not bad.

The eunuch swallowed: “Your Majesty, this is a night pearl!”

Han Lin’er: “Give it to me quickly!”

Han Lin’er was born in a modest family, and just only modest. When he was a child, his family had to hide from the court to promote the White Lotus religion. He had never really enjoyed anything in his life. Even if he became the emperor, he didn’t have to deal with any government affairs. Everything was taken care of by Tai Bao.

He had a harem and beauties, but the beauties were all the same. They had beautiful appearances, gentle lips, and no substance in their heads.

Han Lin’er looked at these rare and precious treasures and asked the eunuch: “Is it all like this for emperors?”

The eunuch didn’t understand, and looked up at Han Lin’er stupidly.

Han Lin’er touched the teacup in his hand, indistinguishable feelings roiling in his heart.

He was already the emperor!

The master of this world!

Even the Southern emperor bowed his head to him.

But why had he never seen these rare things before?

The Southern emperor was this rich?

Han Lin’er found that the servants around him sometimes sang some easy to remember song-poems. He listened to it with interest and asked the servants to sing it to him.

This song was about the emperor.

It was said that the emperor was born different from others, and he was the master of everyone. Whatever the emperor wanted, everything in the world must be given to him.

Whoever he wanted to live would live, and whoever he wanted to die would die.

Even the immortal deities in the sky adored him, and would even give up their godhood for him. Even if they were to become a maid after descending to the mortal world, they would still choose to follow the emperor.

The emperor didn’t have to do anything, but people still loved him and respected him. If the emperor wanted to drink, he would have the most fragrant wine in the world, brewed with the waters of the Celestial River (TN: Milky Way). If the emperor wanted a beautiful woman, there would be immortal fairies descending down to the earth. The emperor wanted to eat, then he would be given delicacies where even a single grain of rice possessed the most delicious fragrance. If the emperor wanted to listen to a song, it must be a divine song that could cause all people to be immersed into it.

After Han Lin’er listened to all of this, he couldn’t help asking himself: “The emperor can enjoy himself in such a way?”

No one in his family had ever been an emperor. It was the first time for himself and he had no example to learn from. He didn’t know anything about it!

But Han Lin’er discovered one thing.

——The people in the palace were not afraid of him. If the palace people offended him, at most it was just a beating.

But the palace people were afraid of Liu Futong. Whoever offended Tai Bao would not be able to see the sun the next day.

This knowledge made Han Lin’er feel conflicted.

He was not as dignified as Tai Bao! He was not as powerful as Tai Bao!

Except for that Southern emperor, no one else gave him any more rare treasures. But someone must definitely have given them to Tai Bao!

Han Lin’er didn’t want to go to morning assembly.

What was the use of attending morning assembly?

No one listened to him! He was an insignificant person, sitting on the dragon throne, listening to his courtiers discussing matters, but he himself couldn’t even cut in!

What was the use of being emperor? What was the use of attending morning assembly?

Wasn’t it ridiculous?

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If the people outside knew that this was what it was like for him as the emperor, they would likely all laugh until their sides hurt?

Han Lin’er suddenly had a thought.

Why won’t Tai Bao die?

If Tai Bao died, would he be a true emperor?

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Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity CH 077 Life’s Major Event

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The people say life’s three bitter professions were boat rowing, metal forging, and tofu selling. Now that Toqto’a had reached this state, he understood that none of these three were bitter. He was born in Mongolia’s Merkit clan and belonged to a noble family. His father Mazhaertai was an important minister of the Yuan Dynasty, his uncle Bayan was once the prime minister and even became the Minister of the State for eight years.

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He had a prominent background and was given an official post at the age of fifteen.

As a young man he had been very proud and successful, but he did not expect that his ending would be like this.

Even if he didn’t use his brain, he knew that when he was “saved” and taken from his Jiangnan exile, seemingly his life was saved but his family was also finished.

After being rescued, Toqto’a was kept in a courtyard house, and he didn’t even know where he was.

Everyday he would just see the same few people, and these people would not talk to him or even communicate with each other.

Even if he wanted to know where he was and who had plotted against him, he couldn’t find any breakthrough.

“Father!”

Toqto’a looked up and saw his eldest son standing at the door. For a while, he was speechless, his mouth gaping but unable to utter a word.

He thought…..he had thought his entire family would not be able to escape death!

Toqto’a watched his son rushing towards him, his heart full of conflicted emotions.

“Father!” Hala Zhang knelt at Toqto’a’s feet, tears running down his face, “This son is not filial! This son came late!”

Toqto’a bent down and hugged his eldest son.

He had raised his eldest son with hopes he would be the pillar of the family. So that when he was not at home, his eldest son could support the family. He taught him with the strictest attitude and held him up to the strictest standards, but practically overnight their family met with calamity. His eldest son had barely come of age so how could he preserve their home against the lofty imperial power?

Hala Zhang whimpered: “The slaves and domestic servants were all taken away by the court. Younger brother is dead, and Mother’s well-being is unknown. Father, it is this son’s fault that I couldn’t protect them!”

“This is not your fault!” His arms tightened, tears in his eyes, “It’s Dad’s fault, it’s Dad…”

Hala Zhang suddenly raised his head: “What wrong has Dad committed? Dad has worked hard for the well-being of the people of the world, and uses his own power to fight for the better. What wrong has Dad committed?”

After all, Hala Zhang was young: “Dad, you serve the Emperor with your sincerity, but has the Emperor treated you with sincerity?”

Toqto’a shook his head: “Hala Zhang, that’s the Emperor. If the Emperor wants his minister to die, then the minister has to die.”

“That’s what the Han people say!” Hala Zhang’s eyes glared. “The Han people also said that the world can only be ruled by the capable!”

Toqto’a: “How did you get here?”

Hala Zhang relayed his entire experience: “Dad, the South Bodhisattva may not be a good person, but he has vision and boldness! Besides him, which Han Chinese can tolerate us? Dad, I have thought about it. He wants to win the hearts of the Mongols, he will not do anything to us. On the contrary, he will definitely treat us as distinguished guests!”

Toqto’a said: “I will not shed the blood of my compatriots for the Han people!”

Hala Zhang: “That’s not the case, Dad! That South Bodhisattva told me that he knew of Dad’s ability and will not force Dad to be an enemy of his old acquaintances. He only hopes that Dad would pity the common people and take care of farming and irrigation works. He will even send bailiffs and officials to help Dad!”

Toqto’a paused: “Agriculture and irrigation works?”

Hala Zhang: “Exactly!”

Toqto’a glanced at Hala Zhang, and sighed: “This person is unpredictable. His methods seem bright and righteous, but in fact they are extremely insidious. Towards such a person, if we serve him we might not end well in the future. If we do not serve him, then us father and son will never step out of this door.”

“Hala Zhang, to accompany a tiger, have you thought about it?”

Hala Zhang’s eyes were firm: “Dad, I have thought about it!”

Toqto’a looked at his son. From childhood to now, he had already grown up. He had more thoughts, and also now possessed desires to achieve and accomplish great things. He, the father, could only support him from behind.

Whether or not they had made the right choice, it was all a matter of fate.

Toqto’a said: “I will go to meet that South Bodhisattva.”

——

“Prime Minister.” Lin Yuan sat at the top. He had been sitting in a position of power for a long time. He didn’t notice it, but everyone around him noticed that he had changed and his aura had become different. He didn’t need to pay attention to his appearance or his demeanor. He was the only authority. He represented the rules.

Toqto’a sat beside Lin Yuan as the servants served tea with light hands and feet.

“I never thought that despite South Bodhisattva’s young age you could have such methods.” His eyes were like two torches, just looking at his aura, he didn’t lose the slightest bit.

Lin Yuan smiled: “Yuan has not treated the guests well and neglected the prime minister.”

Toqto’a sneered: “South Bodhisattva has good schemes and good methods. If I don’t serve you, then it has become my fault, not knowing what is good or bad.”

Lin Yuan: “The prime minister has been living high above the people for a long time, and must not know that the general trend of the world is no longer on the court.”

Toqto’a: “We are foreigners, not Han Chinese, otherwise…..”

Lin Yuan sneered: “The prime minister must be joking. Back then, when Genghis Khan conquered the world, how stable was the world! How come now that the great foundation laid down by your ancestors has been ruined, it has become the fault of being a foreigner?”

“The prime minister is not a blind man. Naturally, you can see how the court has governed the country over the years.”

“Governing the country is not about raising pigs and dogs, just giving a bite of food is enough.”

“Furthermore, even if you raise pigs and dogs, it’s not as if you don’t even need to give a bite of food?”

Lin Yuan mocked: “If the court is full of officials like you, then it is not unjust that the Yuan Dynasty will meet its end.”

Toqto’a was dazed for a moment, he thought that Lin Yuan would pay the courtesy of one hoping to recruit talents and wise men, so how come suddenly he became so acrimonious. He stared at Lin Yuan as if a flower was blooming on Lin Yuan’s face.

“You wanted to fix the Yellow River but caused the banknotes to become waste paper.” Lin Yuan said again, “Because of your actions, the Yuan Dynasty’s vitality is greatly injured.”

Toqto’a was full of anger: “What do you mean?! The lives of the people are not lives anymore?!”

Lin Yuan looked at him: “You actually understand this truth?”

Toqto’a fisted his hands.

Lin Yuan smiled and said: “Prime Minister, if you are just a general or just a prime minister, or just an irrigation works official, you wouldn’t have ended up like this.”

“When holding great power, if you can’t dominate the government like your uncle Bayan, then you are just a target.”

“Hama is in the top position, and it was all because of your helping hand. You thought it was Hama who harmed you, but have you ever thought that if there was no hint from the Emperor, would Hama still dare to harm you?”

Lin Yuan: “Why do you deceive yourself? Hama is a sycophantic official. He relied on flattering and carrying out the Emperor’s will to get to his position of power. The Emperor being afraid of you and your power is the real reason why you ended up like this.”

“I imagine if you really died, the Emperor would punish Hama and give you justice.”

Toqto’a was so angry he was trembling: “You…..you shameless villain! His Majesty is just being deceived by a traitor!”

Lin Yuan: “Oh? What’s the difference between you and Bayan? Bayan was ousted from power directly by you. With your status in the court and your prestige and power, it would be a strange thing if the Emperor doesn’t fear you!”

“Does the Emperor really need you?”

“In addition to you who can lead the soldiers to war, there is also Cha Khan. And if there was no Cha Khan there would still be many others.”

“If you are no longer in charge of irrigation works, there will be other ministers to take your place.”

“Not to mention political affairs.”

“Toqto’a, you regard yourself highly, but have you ever thought that you are not irreplaceable?” Lin Yuan asked him.

Toqto’a’s mind was completely blank.

Yes, he had thought that the Emperor could not do without him, but that was not the case.

If the Emperor wanted to use him, then he would be useful. If the Emperor didn’t use him there were many other people who would offer their service to the Emperor.

Without their family, the Emperor had other people available to use.

At this moment, Lin Yuan suddenly walked down the steps. He stood in front of Toqto’a, their eyes level and he raised his hands in a salute.

Toqto’a did not move.

Lin Yuan stood up straight and said: “If the prime minister helps me win over the Mongolian tribes, I will confer you the position of prime minister. The prime minister is replaceable for the Emperor, but the prime minister is irreplaceable for me.”

Toqto’a sneered: “The South Bodhisattva has truly divine calculation, but you can’t predict whether I will surrender to you or not?”

Lin Yuan shook his head: “You are a loyal official and a powerful official. You are loyal to the court and this will not change in life or death. Yuan knows this.”

Toqto’a: “Then why does South Bodhisattva bother to make such useless effort?”

“If you are to follow me, will that mean you are no longer loyal?” Lin Yuan smiled, “If I can protect you, then I can also protect the Mongolian people. The imperial court will meet its end. If Liu Futong or Guo Zixing rule this kingdom, will they protect the Mongols?”

Lin Yuan: “The prime minister is compassionate, even towards the Han people, so why won’t you think about it for your own people?”

“The prime minister can also wait, and when the court is overthrown, you can come to me again. But by then, I will not be as easy to talk to as I am now.”

Lin Yuan cupped his hands: “The prime minister can think it over, Yuan will be leaving first.”

As soon as the words fell, Lin Yuan strode out of the guest hall and out of the courtyard.

As soon as he exited the courtyard, he saw Chen Baisong standing aside, and Lin Yuan smiled at him: “What? Do you really think Toqto’a would dare to move against me?”

Chen Baisong stood up and walked to Lin Yuan: “He is a courtier of the Dog Emperor.”

Lin Yuan shook his head: “That’s not important. The important thing is that he is a Mongolian, and he was once a prime minister. He is a loyal and virtuous minister in the eyes of everyone.”

Chen Baisong: “…..Don’t really understand.”

Lin Yuan: “It’s okay if you don’t understand, knowing how to lead soldiers is enough. Also, your beard should be shaved.”

Chen Baisong touched his beard. He didn’t have a literati’s beard. He had let it grow wildly so now he only looked like a savage.

“What I said to the young master earlier…..” Chen Baisong mentioned again.

Last time when he mentioned to Lin Yuan about his male favorites, Lin Yuan did not answer him, only leaving with some excuse.

This time he must get a clear answer.

Lin Yuan didn’t expect that he would still remember this, and couldn’t help but smile: “I haven’t touched them.”

Chen Baisong looked at him, obviously not believing him.

Lin Yuan: “They are all sent to be minor officials. Would I send my male favorites to do the work of minor officials? Am I that stingy?”

Chen Baisong was taken aback.

Lin Yuan smiled and looked at him: “What? Are you jealous?”

Chen Baisong: “…..”

Lin Yuan comforted him: “Don’t worry, no matter how many people are around me, you will be the first in my heart, okay?”

Chen Baisong muttered: “…..Young master is trying to coax me, I can understand this.”

Lin Yuan: “It’s not just words to coax you.”

Chen Baisong sighed: “I’m just afraid they will serve Qin in the morning and then Chu in the evening.” (TN: idiom for quick to switch sides)

Lin Yuan smirked: “This phrase is good.”

Chen Baisong glared at him: “Young master, be serious.”

Lin Yuan quickly said: “Okay, okay, I will find someone who can meet the approval of you guys in the future, okay?”

Chen Baisong sighed and said, “There’s no need for that, as long as the person treats young master with all their heart and soul.”

Lin Yuan really didn’t expect that at this time, Chen Baisong would be worrying about his life’s major event. (TN: life’s major event=marriage)

Chen Baisong was a straight-forward person, and couldn’t hide things in his heart. He was such a person, so when Lin Yuan faced him, he also couldn’t help but speak honestly.

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Lin Yuan suddenly became emotional and took Chen Baisong’s hand: “Brother Chen, you have to treat me like this all the time.”

Chen Baisong became stiff and only managed to nod after a long time: “En.”

AN: Chen Baisong: “What does he mean? Does he want me to ask if he has someone he likes everyday?”

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