Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure CH 004 Is This Trouble?

Seeing that the other was speechless for a while, Feng Qingxiu coldly snorted: “Our sect’s history recorded that our Founding Master, one man and one sword, leveled Shouyang Mountain and gained tens of thousands of years of accumulation from Shouyang Sect. This opened the way for our Kun-Lai’s rise.”

“Impossible.” Ji Yunlai blurted out.

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Since he embarked on the road of cultivating immortality, he had never had a permanent residence and there was not even one day he hadn’t suffered hardship. Betrayal, death and robbery, what hadn’t he encountered? But even after transmigrating over for so long and having suffered so much on the road to cultivating immortality, no matter how hard it got, he had never once thought of hurting others to get resources. He had his bottom line.

“Hmph, that strike from the Supreme Nine Heavens Calamity Sword severed the spiritual veins of the ten thousand mile mountains and brought southern water vapor. Since then, over these hundreds of years our Western Continent has not once suffered the bitterness of drought. The remains of Broken Sword Cliff is still a hallowed place for all sword cultivators to gain Enlightenment and practice cultivation. Don’t think that you’re all that great just because you can be arrogant in front of me. You’re not worthy of even a glance from our Founding Master.” Feng Qingxiu said proudly.

“But what does that have to do with you?” Ji Yunlai asked coldly.

Feng Qingxiu did not answer, but just smiled.

The next second, the door was flung open wide, and a group of cultivators dressed in blue robes and white cloaks poured in silently, forming a battle array.

“Master Guard, it is this person!” Feng Qingxiu calmly pointed to Ji Yunlai, “This person of unknown origins has entered our Kun-Lai as if it is unclaimed land and behaves suspiciously. I ask that you deal with him, sir.”

Just when he saw this little thief show up again, he had reported it with a spiritual technique, but these law enforcement guards were truly too slow.

However, the four cloaked people just looked at him quietly, as if looking at a fool.

Feng Qingxiu was taken aback.

He suddenly discovered that in the eyes of these four people, there was no reflection of the little thief in front of him.

Ji Yunlai sat where he was, looking at him calmly.

The head guard quietly wiped the sweat from his palms—seeing that the people around him hadn’t seen the bigwig in the room he then coldly scolded Feng Qingxiu on the grounds that he was conjuring trouble from thin air.

Feng Qingxiu silently listening to the scolding with his eyes casted down was a bit pitiful, causing Ji Yunlai to feel a rare trace of guilt.

After being lectured and warned not to do it again, the guards retreated, leaving only two in the room.

The head student of his year was completely at a loss.

Tomorrow was the Mountain Ascension Ceremony so it was likely that this matter would be reported to a deacon with a higher cultivation base.

The situation has become really unthinkable now.

After being silent for a while, Feng Qingxiu decided to regard the other as non-existent, taking out his books to continue studying.

Ji Yunlai thought about the information he had just learned and felt that the entire thing seemed to be shrouded in mist. He had a nagging feeling that something was not quite right.

After a while, Feng Qingxiu encountered a problem and despite repeated calculations on paper he still couldn’t solve it. Habitually he began to scratch the wooden table with his nails.

“Draw the character three points below the line and do not put too heavy pressure on the pen, otherwise the spiritual energy will be overloaded and the effect will be lost.” Ji Yunlai, who was pulled back from his thoughts, said casually.

Feng Qingxiu followed the instructions and after one stroke the exercise was solved directly. He looked up at the other in shock.

“You seem to have a lot of problems. Come and tell me some more and I will continue to teach you.” Ji Yunlai said with a smile.

“…I won’t talk about secrets.” Feng Qingxiu watched him vigilantly.

“Why would I ask you to do such a thing? I just want to know things that everyone knows, the kind that if you don’t tell me I can just find out from others.” Ji Yunlai said lightly.

“…Okay.” After thinking about it, Feng Qingxiu felt that since he could get some help in his studies in exchange for just some information that everyone else knew, it would be better than Ji Yunlai going to find some ordinary disciples who didn’t know the severity of the information they were giving.

“Then, let’s start.”

***

When Ji Yunlai returned to his residence, he felt quite satisfied.

That child didn’t say much, but he still had time. All in all, he had gained somewhat of an understanding of his own evaluation in the eyes of the world.

Tsk, he really didn’t expect that one day he would also be described as “moody, unpredictable, with profound and boundless powers”.

In the eyes of that child, Ji Yunlai was a god, omnipotent and omniscient. Every gesture he made was in line with the way of the heavens as the person who enforced law and punishment in place of the heavens.

Thus called “Xing Dao Master”. (TN: xing=punishment)

Connecting this to what his memory self said, “Who is worthy of your explanation?”

Ji Yunlai felt that he had changed quite a lot after a thousand years.

He was clearly a good mentor, amiable and friendly with a strong ability to manage people—almost all the 100+ programmers in his previous life were mentored by him. Seriously, he was practically a teacher.

But over these thousand years, he never accepted another apprentice since he became the Sect Leader. All the Kun-Lai disciples were taught by his several Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters.

It shouldn’t be like this.

Just now when he noticed that the child had a bit of trouble he couldn’t help but step forward and act the teacher.

His bad habit of lecturing others was clearly still there.

He sat at the stone table in the courtyard in front of his dwelling, sipping the wine and thinking deeply to himself. Should he see those Junior Brothers and Sisters? And this wine was really fragrant, just from the aroma he could tell it was centuries old.

Suddenly, he felt something displace the air behind him, so he instinctively placed the delicate and paper thin jade cup on the table.

Under his divine sense, a young man in white stopped in place.

With his cultivation level he could tell that it was just a phantom with a single glance.

A very beautiful phantom, one that could sway the heart with just a look.

At the beginning, the appearance of the phantom was not very clear, but it soon took shape quickly as he observed it, becoming his favorite type—tall, handsomely beautiful, and with deep eyes.

“Your preference has changed.” The phantom was a little bit distressed.

Ji Yunlai did not comment.

“Since the battle of Huanbo Mountain six hundred years ago, your heart has always been empty and I could no longer feel your likes or dislikes.” The phantom said with a little regret, “It seems that you really broke through that obstacle. At least leave me a way out.”

Ji Yunlai wondered—what happened to him six hundred years ago? Was there a reason for him to run here from the Central Continent to open a new map?

“Your Supreme Nine Heavens Calamity Sword is truly so sharp that it can even cut off the corrupted obsessions in people’s hearts.” The phantom smiled and said, “In any case, congratulations on returning to the path.”

The more it spoke, the more he couldn’t understand, Ji Yunlai thought to himself.

“Ji Yunlai, the Outlands have united. This time your sect will be facing its tribulation. I am waiting to see you once again defy the heavens.” With a trace of worry, the phantom slowly disappeared, “I wonder how many times you can defy the heavens?”

Seeing him completely disappear, Ji Yunlai reflected on his own cultivation base.

He had sensed that the other party was not a physical entity but a wisp of obsession.

Simply put, it was similar to being haunted by a ghost.

But powerful cultivation and will are the nemesis of obsessions, causing ghosts more harm than encountering the sun.

How strong was the other when he was still alive to be able to haunt such a great powerhouse like himself?

And what level had he reached to be able to banish the other?

It’s a pity that he left too fast for him to read the sword intent remaining on him.

Ji Yunlai raised his hand, his slender fingertips revealing a trace of blue light. It flickered and jumped, as if it wanted to return to the world of nature.

But the surrounding trees had already begun to tremble and bow their branches in fear.

Even the nearby clouds instinctively drifted away from this spot of spiritual light, causing the world to become brighter without the clouds blocking the sunlight.

Too domineering!

Ji Yunlai clenched his fist and dispersed away the spot of spiritual light. He didn’t like such a domineering and unforgiving power.

One must not do things to the extreme or say things that leave no room for maneuver. Any extremes would undoubtedly lead to affinities and relationships ending early.

As for the Outlands mentioned earlier, Ji Yunlai knew a bit about that.

The areas outside the sphere of influence of the human race were all considered the Outlands.

Among the countless mountains and rivers, there were spirits and demons, countless other races, on par with the many creatures described in the Classic of Mountain and Sea. (TN: Classic of Mountain and Sea, probably compiled c. 500 BC-200 BC, contains a wide range of geography, mythology, witchcraft, popular customs, etc.)

The human race—if considered seriously, was just an unremarkable race among countless.

He recalled the books of incantations that he had downloaded earlier from the Net Charm.

If there really was trouble on the horizon, then he could no longer go ask others questions about this and that.

An entire sect was on his shoulders. He was truly under great pressure indeed.

***

On the second day, Feng Qingxiu did not see the person who said he would help tutor him.

He was relieved but also disappointed. After all, he felt that the other was not a bad person.

The Mountain Ascension Ceremony!

This was to determine his future.

He cleaned up and prepared to go to the meeting place.

At this moment, a young man rushed over anxiously: “Cousin, it’s not good!”

“What’s the matter?” Feng Qingxiu asked. This was his clan brother, who was studying at the lower school. Knowing that he had a heavy study load the other did not often come to find him.

“Remember the fiancée the clan decided for you before?” The young man asked a question first.

“Mother told me.” He nodded. Although his clan was not worth mentioning in the Western Continent, it was still quite famous in their hometown. Therefore, his fiancée was a daughter from a prestigious family. But he was selected to come to Kun-Lai when he was young so the plan was to fulfill the marriage vows after the Mountain Ascension Ceremony was over.

“It turns out that that woman fell in love with a slave who takes care of horses on her family estate and eloped with him.”

“…” Feng Qingxiu was taken aback for a while. He was still young so he really didn’t know what expression to show.

“While they were being pursued on the way, the woman blocked a sword strike for that slave and died.”

“…” Feng Qingxiu’s feelings were quite complicated, after all, it was a human life.

“For some reason that slave entered the graces of Fairy Mingyu who was passing by and was taken back to Kun-Lai Mountain, directly entering the inner sect.” The boy said anxiously, “So you must be careful. I heard that that slave said he won’t let our families go.”

“What does it have to do with our family?” Feng Qingxiu asked angrily. He didn’t believe that his family would chase someone else’s fugitive slave. That would be the same as slapping the other family’s face, although his own family’s face must have been beaten swollen this time from the whole matter.

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“He said it was because of you persistently forcing them…”

He hadn’t even met them! Feng Qingxiu shook his head. Forget it, he planned to wait for the ending of the ceremony before dealing with this matter.

It should not… be a big deal, right?

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Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure CH 003 Is He A Good Person?

There was no way Feng Qingxiu’s sword could make contact with Ji Yunlai.

In Ji Yunlai’s eyes, the lightning-fast sword light was basically the same speed of a tortoise. He even had the time to feel that this child’s cultivation foundation was very solid. Although he was proficient in his swordsmanship, he lacked a little agility. It might have a better effect if the sword’s position was lowered just a millimeter.

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As he thought this, the other’s sword light seemed to wrest out of its owner’s control, moving to the best position according to Ji Yunlai’s thoughts. He then took a step back.

At his speed, the other couldn’t see that he had even moved at all. So the result was the strange scene of his sword deliberately missing an inch from Ji Yunlai.

Feng Qingxiu refused to accept this, the sword light expanded, the sword energy like a waterfall. Like torrential rain it enveloped the area.

As Ji Yunlai dodged he privately analyzed the flaws within the other’s swordsmanship.

Feng Qingxiu felt like he had suddenly been divinely graced. He had practiced this set of sword maneuvers countless times but he could never smooth out the kinks. But now the sword movements flowed out freely and unconstrained, as if they were not the same moves from his memory. Instead, it was as if he made the moves instinctively and naturally, without any human input.

This set of sword maneuvers was known as Rift Sword which was named for the rift in the sky, or the gate of heaven, pointing to the great Dao. Feeling that the first few maneuvers in the set of sword maneuvers presented no threat to the other, with the turn of his sword he carried out the following nine maneuvers one after another without any hesitation.

The light of the sword was like a chrysanthemum, blooming in an instant.

The huge sword light almost enveloped the entire Eagle Mouth Cliff.

After the passing of the sword light, Feng Qingxiu stood alone on the edge of the cliff, motionless and silent.

Many fellow cultivators that had been around the area quietly approached, wanting to see what happened.

“Being able to touch a trace of the Dao in the Rift Sword at just the Foundation Establishment Stage—no wonder he is the head student of his year.” A middle-aged cultivator with thin hair and a serious face appeared suddenly, blocking the students who wanted to get closer, “He is experiencing Enlightenment of the Sword Intent at this time so do not disturb him. You must also learn from Ah Xiu who is able to practice his sword without distraction despite such an important matter as the Mountain Ascension Ceremony taking place tomorrow. But what about you all?”

“Deacon, we just want to get closer and breathe in the Immortal energy!” A student answered with some dissatisfaction.

“That’s right, maybe some luck will rub off on us and we can also realize Enlightenment…” The other students were also not convinced.

“Breathe! Breathe! Breathe! You only know to breathe all day, and only know to rely on luck all the time, thinking about shortcuts and dishonest practices. Hurry up and go practice cultivation, otherwise you will all get a mark deducted during the ceremony!” The middle-aged cultivator glared with sharp sword-like eyes, sweeping the students who still wanted to move forward with a cold gaze.

This threat was too ruthless so the students around him immediately dispersed.

The sun settled to the west, the world became silent, and only white clouds could be seen drifting over the edge of the cliff.

After a long while, Feng Qingxiu recovered from that trace of Dao Enlightenment, and his heart instantly tightened. But at this time, there was no trace of that young man.

Little thief!

This Kun-Lai No. 1 young cultivator talent let out a deep roar!

Then he ran off without looking back.

Ji Yunlai, who was still sitting on top of the pine tree, took a look at him and thought that maybe it was not very nice of him to bully the younger generation like this. He decided to return the thing to him at night.

Turning his gaze back to the jade tablet, he eagerly sank his divine consciousness into it.

! ! ! !

That thread of divine consciousness instantly entered another dimension.

In the space was a giant tree constructed of talisman seals. Numerous branches and leaves extended into the void, opening pockets one after another in the darkness, and those illusory seals leaped and flowed, guiding the direction.

As he thought, it really was the local area network!

There were countless divine consciousness flowing within the giant tree, likely students communicating with each other. And as the Sect Leader he had the highest authority which was why he could see the construct of this network.

However, that flowing and beautiful pattern and combination of seals left him in a stupefied state. In a daze, he recalled the days when he used to work overnight with his team of programmers to write code.

Plugins, procedures, functions, compressed file libraries, partial execution programs, auxiliary execution programs, auxiliary control programs, and auxiliary calculation programs were all things he could write with his eyes closed, but now they had become another way of expression.

“It’s not a bad thing to relearn all of this again.”

He couldn’t take his eyes away despite not understanding it. But this only meant that he should work harder. What he liked to do was to study and experiment. If he could now get the chance to concentrate on studying and cultivating for as long as he wanted, it didn’t seem to matter as much if he forgot some memories.

Although he didn’t know what he had to sacrifice in the past millennium to reach this current height, his eyes couldn’t always look at the past.

Regardless of the reason for the loss of memory, what he had to do now was to retrieve the lost knowledge before he could talk about other things. After all, in this world only the strong had a voice. This was a truth that he had already experienced when he used to be an unaffiliated cultivator.

According to the function on the jade tablet, he switched to a common section, and immediately a huge screen appeared in front of him showing a forum interface that couldn’t be more simple.

The learning area was on the left and the leisure area was on the right.

There were a variety of incantations in the learning area, and one needed to reach a certain level of cultivation and exchange a certain amount of spiritual stones in order to gain access. Whatever kinds of incantations and talisman seals one wanted could all be found.

The leisure area was where all kinds of discussions took place.

It turned out that the Hall of Knowledge was all on the Web, so it was no wonder he couldn’t find it.

And he had the highest authority so it took only a few seconds to scan and remember all the incantations and seals.

A few million words memorized so easily, that’s how badass possessing a powerful spiritual soul was.

Ji Yunlai detached his divine consciousness from it, his hands playing with the jade tablet as he couldn’t help feeling a little admiration for himself.

He not only brought primary school and middle school to the cultivation realm, he even integrated a local area network. Give him a few hundred years, was he going to rise straight up to the heavens?

But if his other self could do it, then it should be fine for him as well. After all, they were the same person.

He recalled in his mind the “General Principles On Talisman Seals” he had just seen, and he carefully read and analyzed it.

This book was written in a simple and straightforward way and was very easy to digest. It used punctuation instead of ambiguous sentence breaks and was even accompanied with animated drawings and diagrams. It could not be more down to earth and friendly. Ji Yunlai wanted to hug the author and kiss them too. It truly suited his taste.

It was not until the moon was high up in the sky when he finally finished and processed the entire book, and then found that the final signature was: Ji Yunlai, written on the first day of the ninth month in the thirty-third year.

“…” He was speechless for a while.

The pressure was too great, when could he return to this level?

***

The moon was high up in the sky and the lights were like stars. Feng Qingxiu returned to his room in dejection.

With head facing downwards he threw himself on the bed.

The Mountain Patrols had already identified all the envoys from outside sects that had arrived recently. None of them was that young man. The Dao soldier who took the case said that he had reported the matter to the main network to cut off his network port so his Net Charm could no longer be used. There would be no big impact so he should relax and not worry!!

Unusable—

He was so aggrieved that he wanted to cry.

Since arriving at Kun-Lai Mountain, it had taken him who knew how long to get that spiritual artifact!

A single Net Charm in the sect required a hundred spiritual stones, and the information fee required to maintain the connection every year was an extra ten spiritual stones. The rewards he had earned over these 10+ years was just a little more than ten spiritual stones. Once he got the Net Charm, he immediately used all his spiritual stones to pay the information fee!

And if he wanted a new one he had to buy it himself!

One hundred and ten spiritual stones!

And all must be high-grade spiritual stones! With that amount, one could hire a hundred cultivators of his level for three years outside the sect!

With such a high price, the most important losses were that he could no longer go online to read about the cultivation experiences of high level cultivators for at least ten years and he couldn’t buy and sell all kinds of materials!

He heard that many students who failed the make-up exams jumped off the top of the peak today. He also wanted to jump as well!

“That little thief, I will definitely find you!” He said bitterly.

“I see.” A voice rang out casually.

Feng Qingxiu immediately sat up. He glared at the young man in black who appeared silently by the table.

“You still dared to come!” 

“Returning this to you.”

The two voices sounded almost simultaneously.

It’s no longer usable, you little thief!

Feng Qingxiu looked at the jade tablet laying on the young man’s hand with a complicated expression, and finally sighed, “Forget it.”

He stretched out his hand to take the jade tablet back, wiped it carefully and then pocketed it. He could keep it as a memorial and maybe he could ask the supervisor to connect it again. This person looked to be from an outside sect and he himself couldn’t stop him so if he asked him to pay it would just show him to be more weak.

“I have reported your matter to the sect. No matter what intentions you have you should put it away and leave. Our Kun-Lai Sect is not a place for people to come and go.” Feng Qingxiu said seriously.

“You are quite loyal.” Ji Yunlai felt a faint sense of gratification in his heart. The degree of loyalty in his sect was quite high it seemed.

“…You must be from the Central Continent, right?” Feng Qingxiu shook his head slightly, “As the Central Continent is rich and stable of course you don’t know. The Western Continent is located in a remote area and borders the Outlands. If there is no Kun-Lai acting as a barrier, how can there be such prosperity now?”

Ji Yunlai nodded: “I come from a small place. I only know that my country is a small kingdom in the Central Continent, but I don’t know much about even more distant places.”

He was telling the truth. This world was not comparable to Earth which had each and every piece of land occupied by humans. Here in this realm, man-made towns were scattered and sparse, like a handful of sesame seeds. The dangers of the beasts in the deep mountains and dense forests was not something to be treated lightly. Apart from cultivators, few people had traveled or knew lands that were further away from their hometowns.

“Looking at your high cultivation level, you must be from a reclusive cultivation family,” Feng Qingxiu slightly puffed out his chest, “A thousand years ago, our Western Continent was barren and empty, sparsely populated, and suffering from demonic disasters. Our sect’s Founding Master Ji Yunlai was a talented person with great skill and strategy. He held the Dragon-Phoenix Selection throughout the Western Continent. Only after a hundred years and countless twists and turns, our Western Continent became as prosperous as now.”

“Dragon-Phoenix Selection?” Ji Yunlai asked.

“Six hundred years ago, the Founding Master set up a Heart-Enquiring Stone in every town, with twelve talisman seals engraved on it. Those under the age of fifteen who can draw even one of the seals can enter our Kun-Lai Sect lower school to practice cultivation. It does not have any spiritual root requirements nor does it look at one’s birth. This has cultivated countless talents for our Western Continent.” Feng Qingxiu said proudly.

Ji Yunlai was dazed for a while: “Is that a lie? How many disciples would that be? Is he that rich?”

He had had enough of his poverty during his early years of cultivation. How could others not know the benefits of accepting many disciples into a sect, but cultivation was truly a money-burning business. The spiritual stones and natural spiritual treasures available on this land could not support so many cultivators. Why was the Central Continent so chaotic? It was all because of the lack of resources.

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It’s just that his words obviously offended this zealous Founding Master fanboy and Feng Qingxiu said furiously: “Just because you can’t do it doesn’t mean that the Founding Master can’t do it. Let me gift you a famous saying from the Founding Master: Thou little sparrows, how could thee understand the noble aspirations of a swan?!”

“…”

Was he being praised or scolded? Ji Yunlai had a sudden urge to laugh.

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After Becoming The Tyrant CH 023 His Child

The cardinal boarded the white carriage that had been long awaiting his arrival and arrived at the residence of Grand Duke Grice.

The Grand Duke, dressed elaborately and magnificently to show his respect, had been waiting for a long time like the person in charge of the port had waited. Grand Duke Grice had made meticulous preparations for this decisive and meaningful meeting. He respectfully prostrated himself at the feet of the cardinal who was much younger than himself, tearfully expressing his longing and admiration for the Holy Empire.

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The cardinal did not avoid his ceremonial salutations.

Because at that moment he represented the Pope himself.

When the Grand Duke finished his statement, the cardinal helped him up: “The Holy Lord bless Legrand.”

“The Holy Lord bless Legrand.”

Grand Duke Grice let a smile spread over his face, a smile that came from the heart.

Of course this smile came from the heart as the show he had put on was not in vain. The cardinal opened the small box he carried with him and showed him what he had longed for:

The Pope’s manuscript and the holy oil in a golden eagle-shaped bottle.

The cardinal settled in the castle of Grand Duke Grice.

“You disdain him.”

A monk in black suddenly spoke after Grand Duke Grice excused himself. He followed the cardinal like a shadow, but remained silent the whole time.

“A greedy but incompetent fool with too much ambition.” The cardinal’s gentle smile had disappeared on his face to be replaced with a cold expression. “Don’t even mention comparing him with William III, even the Duke of Buckingham can easily suppress him. This kind of person will either become other people’s puppet or fall to his own destruction.”

“Then why did the Holy See choose such a person? I’m afraid he can’t serve well as the King of Legrand.”

The black robed monk was puzzled.

“Because he is greedy and stupid enough.” The cardinal looked at a painting hanging in his room. “My dear Aynauld, what does the matters of Legrand have anything to do with us? We only need a pious king——at least on the surface he must appear pious. The appearance of one William III is bad enough.”

The painting was a picture of the Holy Cross done in the classical style.

The Holy Son wore a king’s crown and a gorgeous robe. Bishops, monks, and mortal monarchs of the world all prostrated themselves at the feet of the Son like meek lambs. The meaning of the picture was very simple: the Holy Lord had both spiritual and material sovereignty, and all the mortal monarchs must bow to him.

Just like his ceremonial salutations outside his residence, this was another expression of loyalty to the Holy Church by Grand Duke Grice.

The cardinal smiled slightly.

“Whether it is a king or a commoner, all should docilely submit to the Lord of the Apostles.” The cardinal said, “The Millennium Kingdom is coming. We not only have the right but also the duty to build an empire that belongs to Him.”

The black monk tapped four times on his chest.

The cardinal was still looking at the picture of the Holy Cross.

God came to this world not to make people love each other, but to make father and son hate each other, husband and wife betray each other, and brothers and sisters kill each other. The Holy Lord shall cleanse the world with holy fire. That fire was the fire of war, and the kingdom of God shall be re-established in the fires of war.

The emergence of a William III uniting 36 states had already touched their most sensitive nerves. For this reason, the Pope sent his envoys to intervene in Legrand’s civil strife.

………

Since the beginning of the war, the Royalist Party under the command of the Duke of Buckingham had been as aggressive as the fiery summer sun.

The Grand Duke Grice might be very powerful and wealthy, but in terms of military command, he obviously could not be compared with the prestigious Duke of Buckingham. Over time, the New Royalist Party had gradually fallen into a depression.

However, this situation was quickly reversed.

The news from the Holy Church spread far and wide under the continuous propaganda of Grand Duke Grice:

The Pope lamented the death of the young Pureland I and claimed that “the Holy Lord had taken back His child on earth.” In addition to his deep sympathy, the Pope also conveyed “His” sacred words——Grand Duke Grice shall complete the unfinished mission for his nephew who died young.

The first blizzard in October swept across the land, and the power from the other side of the Abyss Strait brought Legrand’s boiling civil war to a standstill.

The core of the Rose Crisis was that one side believed that the King was dead, and the other side believed that the King had not died.

The Pope who suddenly stepped in had taken away the cornerstone of the Royalist Party’s struggle.

Perhaps there would still be disputes about the boundary between states and wars between kingdoms that could last for hundreds of years, but the world ruled by the Lord of the Apostles was beyond doubt. This was why, when the Duke of Buckingham was on the guillotine, he had signaled to the King to give in to the archbishop.

Now it was the Royalist Party who had become depressed.

The Duke of Buckingham sat still in the silent Rose Palace——he shall continue to guard Legrand’s heart for his nephew.

When the Holy See suddenly intervened, the civil war came to a standstill.

The Pope’s envoy earnestly asked Legrand’s people not to kill each other, the benevolent Lord did not want Legrand to be caught in the flames of war. The Holy Lord shall bless those who love their neighbors and shall cast aside those who violate humanity. All who are immoral shall be excommunicated.

This was a double threat.

People believed the Pope’s words, so if the war continued, the Royalist Party would not only face the danger of being expelled from the church, but would also be isolated and helpless.

“What shall we do next?”

The long time retainer of the Duke of Buckingham asked him softly.

The Duke of Buckingham had been sitting in this dim hall for a long time.

“I shall go and meet someone.”

………………

The Duke of Buckingham came to the northwest tower of the Rose Palace, a place no one had come to visit in a long time. William III personally ordered the sealing of the tower, and it had been forgotten ever since.

The Duke of Buckingham held a torch.

He made a gesture and the hidden guards of the Rose family walked out from the shadow of the tower. They stepped forward and opened the heavy iron gate of the black tower.

As soon as the iron gate was opened, the cold wind rushed out of it, and along with the wind came strange, incoherent singing.

“She is still the same as before?”

“She has been singing for a long time.”

The Duke walked in alone.

“……They poured the blood out of the eagle’s mouth, and they claimed to be the glorious mercy of God……Look, the child who is baptized by the holy oil is so adorable, so like an angel, look, he has become His child……”

The unkempt woman sat in the center of the black tower, sitting on the icy basalt ground with heavy iron chains that wind into the surrounding shadows like thin black snakes. Candles were lit on the stone walls on all sides, shining dimly on the woman’s body.

“Eleanor.”

The Duke spoke in a low voice, the name that came from his lips was enough to surprise anyonewho heard it.

William III’s Queen was called Eleanor, and her reputation was not inferior to her husband. With Keya, one of the 36 states as her dowry, she married William III. She was a famous warrior queen. When William III and the Duke of Buckingham led punitive expeditions on the 36 states, she had guarded the Rose Palace and put down the rebellions that sprung up in various places of the empire.

However, after the death of her husband, Queen Eleanor, who had been deeply in love with William III soon became heartsick, passing away in short order.

But, at this time, the Duke called the mad woman locked in this black tower “Eleanor”.

The Mad Queen stopped singing. She turned her head and her empty green eyes looked at the Duke of Buckingham. The Duke of Buckingham couldn’t tell whether she was clearheaded or still lost in delusions.

“They said that Pureland, your child, is dead. Do you feel it?”

The Duke of Buckingham stared at the Mad Queen, trying to find the last strand of hope.

“My child?”

The Mad Queen suddenly laughed wildly. She jumped up from the ground and rushed towards the Duke of Buckingham at the speed of an armored warrior on the battlefield, as if to tear him to pieces.

“No! That’s not my child!”

“That’s His child! His child!!”

“You took my child away! AHHHHHHHH!!!”

The iron chains was stretched taut, and the Mad Queen fell to the ground. She pulled at her hair as she fell into a nightmare that had tortured her for more than ten years.

“My child! My little Pureland!”

She wailed in pain as she rolled on the ground and clutched at her hair, slamming into the walls of the iron tower desperately.

The silence of the black tower was suddenly broken, and the chains flipped and collided. The mad woman seemed to be robbed of her mind by the evil spirits of hell, and the Duke of Buckingham knew that his hopes had been in vain.

The gate of the tower was closed once again.

The cold wind was biting, and the huge disappointment made the Duke of Buckingham look much older. At this moment, the retainer of the Duke of Buckingham rushed over with a man.

“My lord!”

He was panting, his face full of ecstasy.

The Duke of Buckingham was struck by a feeling, and he suddenly looked up.

A dusty knight knelt down in front of the Duke: “His Majesty, His Majesty’s letter!”

The Duke recognized him, he was one of the vow knights at the side of the King. Huge joy swept over him and he grabbed the knight, his hands trembling slightly: “How is he……how is he?”

“His Majesty is completely unharmed!”

The knight replied.

“That’s good, that’s good.”

The old Duke’s previous depression was swept away, his back straightening and eyes moistening, white hair flying in the wind.

………………

Caernarfon.

The King saw his knight commander.

“I have accomplished my mission.”

The knight commander knelt towards him on one knee.

Not only did a large number of elite soldiers of Ingres arrived, there was another important figure, and that was Edmund Leverin, the cousin of the King of Ingres. General Edmund had the typical characteristics of the Ingres, tall and burly. But he acted more like a Legrand noble, proper and cautious.

General Edmund was very humble in front of the King. He knelt on one knee and kissed the ring on the King’s hand to show his loyalty.

“……This is in the place of my royal brother, Your Majesty.”

General Edmund explained.

“He is very happy to receive your tolerance and gift.”

“The people of Ingres are also citizens of Legrand.”

The King answered calmly.

Except for themselves, it might be difficult for anyone to understand their puzzling remarks.

However, it was certain that the King and the State of Ingres had reached an agreement that was very beneficial to both parties.

“Put on their flags and we will set off.”

The King stood up and glanced over the army led by Edmund. Following his words, the vow knights took out a white rose battle flag.

General Edmund’s mouth twitched, and he understood what the King meant.

Clearly, this King of the Rose family who could reach cooperation with the Ingres royal family was not a person of chivalry……

He actually planned to disguise his army as the army of the New Royalist Party! The Holy Lord above, this kind of behavior would definitely not be praised.

The King did not pay attention to General Edmund anymore. He looked at the direction where St. Wyth Cathedral was located, his face as calm as stillwater.

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Dark creatures like the Devil were afraid of something which caused them to dare not directly join the mortal wars on earth, but there was another force that could cleverly influence the politics of the earthly kingdoms in other ways.

The King rubbed his sword hilt.

You want to reach your hand into Legrand?

Then you must see if I agree!

“We set off!”

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After Becoming The Tyrant CH 022 To Wear A Crown, One Must Bear Its Weight

The outline of the gray castle main tower was clearly visible in the evening setting sun.

The King stood still in the shadows, his silver hair fluttering in the gentle breeze, pale blue eyes cold and hard. Not even the warm yellow glow from the sun could soften those wintry blue eyes. He stood in the shadow of the trees on the hill, observing the battlefield not far away.

The Rose Crisis had affected almost the whole of Legrand.

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The so-called “Rose Crisis” referred to the recent split between the “Iron Rose” and the “White Rose”. A romantic palace poet had coined the name. Although it sounded beautiful, what it brought was a bloody war.

This flower that had bloomed in Legrand was one that reeked of blood.

With the Rose Palace as the center, disagreements and opposition gradually spread outward, spreading to the more powerful counties——those places with important castles. The owners of these castles had no choice but to also erect a distinguishing flag on the main tower to announce their position.

However, the King’s prediction was not wrong.

The war was indeed carried out with restraint.

The two sides fought their battles around important castles.

Every castle was an important military checkpoint as each towering castle was the most important fortification and military weapon integrated into one. While struggling to avoid direct confrontation, they carried out sieges and counter sieges, surprise attacks and counter surprise attacks. This led to the duration of the war to be continuously prolonged.

Right now a siege was occuring.

The whole time the King was traveling he did not avoid the fighting taking place.

He must witness the war of this era with his own eyes. Whether it was the education that Pureland himself received or the knowledge that Zhu Chi had acquired in his previous life, they were just stories from others. Only by witnessing and experiencing with his own eyes could he truly understand the wars of this era and avoid making wrong judgments based on the arrogance that stemmed from possessing modern day knowledge.

There was no room for error in war.

“Your Majesty, the battle horn signaling the start of the siege is about to sound. Are you interested in watching at a closer vantage point?” The Devil quietly appeared behind the King and asked with thoughtful consideration, “Of course, you can rest assured that they won’t discover you let alone hurt you.”

The King turned his head slightly and looked at the Devil.

The Devil stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture: “Don’t misunderstand, Your Majesty. I’m just curious about you.”

He didn’t say what he was curious about, only waiting for the King to make a decision.

At this time, the horn blew.

On the main tower of this castle that they had encountered on their travel, a flag painted with the white rose was flying.

The soldiers laying siege on the city had bright red cloaks donned over their armor. The commander was a middle-aged knight. The King did not know him, but judging from his aura and insignia, he should belong to one of the old soldiers under the Duke of Buckingham.

The commander issued an order to attack.

“God bless my King!”

The soldiers shouted, the battle flag raised high.

The King stared at them for a while and accepted the Devil’s invitation.

The Devil indeed had his methods. He whistled softly and a nightmare horse slipped from the bone carriage quietly and trotted over to the King docilely. The Devil stretched out his hand and instantly a golden saddle appeared on the back of the nightmare horse, allowing the King to mount and sit on its back. The Devil patted the nightmare horse on the neck and held the reins.

“Alright, let us be off.”

He said briskly.

The setting sun was almost completely below the horizon and the sky was on the edge of twilight. The Devil took the nightmare horse’s reins and led the King into the battlefield as silently as if they had turned into shadows.

Just as the nightmare carriage was able to pass through the giant trees in the Konosen Forest that day, today the Devil and the King were also walking through a space that overlapped with reality. The King could smell the scent of blood coming from the battlefield, could clearly see the glinting of the sharp swords, and could clearly hear the sound of metal colliding on metal.

But no one around them noticed them and the flying arrows on the battlefield could not reach them either.

The King watched the war in person, experiencing it all in a complete full body immersion.

First, it was necessary to capture the outer fort field of the castle. The trebuchet was pushed out onto the battlefield and the boulder it let loose smashed a hole in the solid tower. There was no doubt that the archers hidden on the tower had now become minced meat. There were not many trebuchets, used just to interrupt the rain of arrows that continued to fly from the archers.

With the help of the trebuchet, the soldiers pushed forward and quickly filled the ditch under the castle. The commander who guarded the tower quickly discovered this. At the Devil’s deliberate calling attention to, the King saw that the guards of the castle had poured boiling oil over the castle walls. Some of the soldiers filling the trenches avoided it while some were not so lucky, howling as they fell to the ground in pain.

The King sat with a straight back on the back of the nightmare horse.

He did not look away and watched the scene calmly.

The King observed the battlefield and analyzed the general combat effectiveness of the soldiers, while the Devil observed the King.

Many people didn’t understand the principle “If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.” Many people yearned for power, but could they really bear the weight of all of the responsibilities and consequences that power brought?

The general must watch his soldiers die, and the judge must be responsible for every life he tried. And what about the King?

The King was the backbone of this country, even if it was bloody, sinful, good or bad……all the things that ordinary people would be unable to face with an easy conscience, he must accept without a change in his expression, without showing any weakness at all.

The battle had reached its cruelest part.

The commander took the lead and urged his horse underneath the suspension bridge, roaring commands to the soldiers to erect a high ladder. A soldier hurriedly climbed up the tower on a ladder. The enemy guards shouted and launched into a close combat fight with them. Soldiers continued to fall from the tower.

The King was just under the suspension bridge. He raised his head and watched the soldiers fall, his fingers moved slightly but did not lift up from their resting position.

He knew clearly that he could not touch them nor could he save them.

But he did not lower his head, and the falling figure of every soldier was reflected in his ice-blue eyes.

The suspension bridge was lowered, and the commander rushed in with the long-awaiting cavalry. The enemies retreated to the depths of the castle unwillingly and fearfully.

The outcome of the battle had been determined, and what came after was victory.

“Do you want to share the victory with them? Your Majesty.” The Devil asked.

“No need.”

The nightmare horse came to the edge of the battlefield. It was already dusk.

The King suddenly jumped from the back of the nightmare horse. The Devil was surprised when he saw him pick up a blood-stained longbow from the ground. Immediately afterwards, the King pulled out an arrow stuck in a soldier’s body and positioned it on the bowstring. He then turned and faced the gray tower with the arrow ready.

He let go.

The blood-stained iron arrow cut through the air and the next moment, the rope tied to the white rose flag was shot through, the flag falling down from midair.

The White Rose banner fell into the flames of war, and the King said, “We leave.”

“Your Majesty, if you are a King, then you must definitely be a King robed in blood.”

The Devil sighed quietly.

………………

The vow knights who had stayed with the King had already been waiting for some time so they were very relieved to see the King returning unharmed. They rode in a decently disguised carriage and passed quietly by the edge of the battlefield.

Their destination was Caernarfon.

There, the King would join Ingres’ army.

Yes.

The King used a single letter to make the State of Ingres agree to his request.

He finally borrowed that sharp knife.

According to the King’s request, Ingres’ army did not pass through the wide official roads, but chose a more rugged and hidden mountain road. But this was not a difficult request for the Ingres living in the mountainous areas.

Suddenly, the King remembered something.

He asked the Devil driving the carriage: “Will your kind participate in the war among mankind?”

“It depends on how you define it, Your Majesty.” The Devil seemed to have thought of something, “Ah, one or two hungry ghouls chewing a few corpses secretly will definitely happen. You can’t expect those guys to have any morals, right? But……with that damn knife over our heads, I don’t think any guy has the courage to directly participate in the war.”

The Devil did not explain what “the damn knife” was.

The King knocked on the carriage window, his face suddenly cold for some reason.

“Don’t bother with these battles anymore, rush to Caernarfon at full speed.”

The King ordered.

The carriage turned into a light smoke and flitted over the hills.

………………

A port belonging to the Five Ports Alliance on the southeast coast of Legrand.

A ship passing through the Abyss Strait docked here quietly.

At this season, the Abyss Strait was shrouded by the monsoon. While it was a smooth sail to the east from Legrand, other ships would have to face violent storms when they come to Legrand. However, this ship did not seem to be affected by the wind and waves at all. It cut through the wind and waves as easily as one walking on a flat ground.

This was a very beautiful big ship, flying a snow-white flag with a sacred cross painted on it. The sailors on the ship were all silent.

The person in charge of the port waited there respectfully.

The white stairs were lowered, and a man wearing a bright red cassock and a scarlet cape over the shoulders walked down slowly. His clothes showed his identity as a cardinal.

As such a high-ranking member of the Holy Church, he appeared to be relatively young. Under the square-ridged cap was a gentle face that appeared very approachable. The light brown hair swayed slightly from the breeze and the facial features were softly hadsome——if anyone had met the Pope in person, he would find that the young cardinal’s eyebrows were somewhat similar to that of the Pope.

Of course, no one dared to point this out.

The young cardinal looked at the land of Legrand and held the golden cross on his chest as he said softly: “May the Holy Lord bless Legrand.”

“May the Holy Lord bless Legrand.”

The person in charge of greeting the new arrivals echoed the words.

The young cardinal smiled slightly, in his hand he also carried a small box.

In the era where states were divided and the kingdoms often conquered each other, there was actually an invisible kingdom. It had no walls or borders, but it covered the two sides of the Abyss Strait, high above every castle tower. From the ringing of the bronze bells the sound of this kingdom echoed throughout the four seasons.

It was——

The kingdom of God.

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God’s kingdom was everywhere, and every heart that sounded with the holy voice was His realm.

The young cardinal came for this. He was not just a cardinal.

He was the Pope’s special envoy.

——He came to crown Legrand’s new King in the place of the Pope.

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Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity CH 072 Attractive In Their Own Ways

Nowadays, when big families train their children, the Confucian Six Arts was a must, especially those large families with deep roots that had their ancestral lines stretching hundreds of years back——there were even ones that claimed to have a thousand year long family history. These families had even more ways to train their children, and in even more careful ways. The upper class ruled the lower class through control over thought. As a result, the saying that “a woman without talent was a virtuous woman” came to be. But the upper echelons completely sneered at this saying themselves.

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They were not like the common people. When their daughters married, they would belong to other people’s families. But for the big families, their daughters were also bargaining chips. They married their daughters to get more benefits, so their daughters must understand music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Not only must they be capable female masters, but also be the confidantes of their husbands.

Could you imagine the husband talking about elegant and poetic subjects, and the wife replied with how many clothes she sewed that day?

For them, needlework was just a hobby to pass the time. Those with truly good craftsmanship were seamstresses, and for families like them they could afford to raise a few dozens of seamstresses, so why bother to do it themselves? Only when they want or need to express their sincerity would they sew something personally. Such needlework represented significance and would not be given away easily.

Their wisdom and knowledge were handed down from generation to generation. There was a strict separation between the men and women in large families. Hiring male teachers? It went against etiquette. It might be fine for girls before the age of ten. But after the age of ten, any man, even their own brother, wouldn’t be seen more than a few times a year.

Hire a female teacher? How could a truly learned woman run around outside? Most educated women inherited their education from their family and they had received the most rigorous education. They must carry on the tradition and teach their own daughters so how could they still teach other families’ daughters?

Therefore, mothers usually educated their daughters. In order to ensure the quality of the next generation in the family, when large families arranged marriages for their children, the first thing to inquire was whether the other’s daughter was virtuous and whether she could read and write.

They had their own wisdom. An excellent lady of a distinguished family must not only be proficient in literature, but also know how to keep the accounts, know how to cooperate with her husband, and learn the art of managing people in the inner courtyard. Essentially, she must be an all around talent.

She must cause her husband to be unable to do without her. She must become a help to her husband and share the power with her husband. Indeed, some of the even more powerful ones could even control their husbands.

Only the daughters cultivated in this way could ensure the prosperity of the family.

Sons, now that was even more important.

In addition to the Confucian Six Arts they had to follow their father and older male relatives to increase their knowledge from childhood. They had to learn even more knowledge and skills. Sometimes they even had to learn the skills of women in the inner courtyard. Not only must they cultivate internally, but also externally.

If they were born with good looks, then that was a natural advantage. But if they weren’t born with good looks, then they must pay great attention to their dress, conversational skills, and mannerisms.

How to walk, how to keep their movements graceful and elegant, what kind of expression they should have on their face when interacting with people, what kind of clothes they should wear on different occasions——all of this must be paid with particular attention.

Chu Lin was a gongzi who was trained in this way.

He was born in Changshu. The Chu family in Changshu might not be one of the largest and most powerful families, but they had a hundred years of family history. The Chu family were not daring or courageous and could be called prudent and cautious. Whenever there was a decision to be made, the whole family would gather to discuss and discuss. Often by the time they came to a conclusion the dishes had already all cooled.

But this also brought them benefits, such as not making mistakes. So after so many years, the Chu family had not experienced any storms.

After Lin Yuan took over Changshu, the family also began to discuss among themselves. They wanted to please Lin Yuan, not mentioning gaining any benefits but at least enough to have Lin Yuan not target their family. So whether it was money or food, so long as the above showed any hints of it they would quickly send it over.

Accordingly, when they heard that Lin Yuan liked men they immediately gave Lin Yuan their best-looking son.

The underlying meaning in the gift was: “This son has no great abilities, he is not a clever man, but he is good-looking and doesn’t cause trouble. He can serve as a tea pourer by your side, or do other things. It’s up to you. Whatever you ask him to do he will do it.”

The feeling was quite a bit like a strong man cutting his wrist.

Lin Yuan didn’t believe it at first. This family was actually willing to send their son away as a plaything?

Didn’t the ancients take their face and pride very seriously?

Song Shizhao cleared it up for him.

“Dong Xian and Emperor Han Ai left a cut-sleeved story back then, and Dong Xian also presented his wife to Emperor Han Ai.” Song Shizhao laughed, “That is also a good story that captures the imagination.” (TN: cut-sleves=homosexual)

Lin Yuan: “…..Mister is joking, it’s just folklore.”

If Emperor Han Ai really had something with Dong Xian, it would prove that he was in good physical condition. How could he not give birth to a single child in his entire life? Lin Yuan felt that the so-called homosexuality was just a cover for Han Ai’s “impotence”.

If Emperor Han Ai really slept with Dong Xian’s wife, then Dong Xian’s wife should have grown a big belly, right? But that did not happen either.

This story was meant to say that Emperor Ai of Han was not a “cripple”, he just had a different sexual orientation from most people.

Song Shizhao mentioned another story from the history books: “In order to win Qi Huan’s love, Yi Ya chopped his young son into minced meat and made meatballs to serve to Qi Huan. This Chu family is nothing compared to that. “

Lin Yuan sighed: “The human heart.”

For status and personal interests and benefits.

These upper-class families could abandon everything, including their own children, and they could even give away their wives.

It was not just gifting away concubines, but gifting away their legally married wife. You must know, this was practically tearing off one’s face and inviting people to step on it.

They were willing to give up their wife, let alone their son.

In this regard, Lin Yuan felt that they were not as good as the common people who could not read a single word.

Originally, Lin Yuan thought that the Chu family was being humble. After all, anyone who saw Chu Lin would think that this was a handsome young man with a jade face and bearing of a phoenix or dragon. Every gesture he made was saturated with the elegance of a refined and cultured gongzi. The maids in the government office would blush when they saw him, and unconsciously began to pay attention to their appearance. In fact, even some of the manservants would blush when they saw him.

But Chu Lin was indeed a dumb beauty.

He was talented and learned, but he didn’t know how to use his talents and knowledge in practical ways. It was just a tool to increase his social value.

But he was very likable. Even if he didn’t say anything, the people who talked to him would be driven to keep the conversation going.

This could be considered a skill.

Lin Yuan had him receive guests. These guests included big merchants and patriarchs of big families, and then——half of these people wanted to steal him away.  Even saying such words like: “If Lin grants this request of mine, I will muster up the whole power of my family to supply any pleasures you desire.”

Among them was a big merchant named Qi. He fell in love with Chu Lin sincerely. In order to see Chu Lin, he would frequently bring gifts to Lin Yuan every three to five days. There was no other way as he didn’t have any government affairs, and small business matters were not brought to Lin Yuan and was even more unlikely to be taken care of by Chu Lin so he could only pay for gifts out of his own pocket.

Chu Lin himself didn’t know any of this.

When he was sent to Lin Yuan by his family, he didn’t know what he was actually here for.

No one in the family told him, nor did the people at the government office tell him. He also didn’t have much contact with the outside so he really thought he was here to serve as a servant for Lin Yuan.

Even though he believed in his own superiority, he also knew that even those who were superior in their talents were also subordinate to people in power. As a result, he came without any resistance.

Then he began to receive merchants and patriarchs of large households. Chu Lin felt that he was appreciated by Lin Yuan, so he frequently showed his face in front of Lin Yuan from time to time, just like a peacock showing off its feathers. He just barely refrained from singing at the top of his lungs and letting Lin Yuan know that he still had a lot more abilities.

Sometimes when Lin Yuan saw him acting like a puppy currying favor from him, he would often get the urge to go up and squeeze his face.

Lin Yuan held back.

At the same time, Lin Yuan began to reflect on himself.

Sure enough, men had no moral principles. So long as they look good, they basically weren’t picky whether the target was a man or a woman.

Hmm…..he himself was a man of no moral principles.

Then, Lin Yuan gave Chu Lin more public roles. He began to pass on Lin Yuan’s decree. Seeing this, outsiders, especially the people from large families, felt that being a “male pet” was also a way to climb the social ladder! Such a matter of passing on government orders appeared to be a trivial matter, but it also meant that he could know Lin Yuan’s movements at the earliest possible.

For families, knowing the intentions of those in power meant that they could react more quickly, scratch the itch of those in power in the best manner possible, and then enter the sights of those in power and become favored.

Wasn’t this real power?

As a result, they——collectively sent their sons over.

And all of them were good-looking.

Vigorous youth and beautiful young men. There were ones with faces that were as handsome as Pan An and ones with graceful and elegant demeanors. There were all types, any kind that could be imagined, all of whom were attractive in their own ways. (TN: Pan An=famous male beauty in Chinese history)

It made Lin Yuan seriously happy.

“Originally I had been thinking that there were too few usable people.” Lin Yuan said to Song Shizhao, “I feel much more at ease now.”

These people might not be suitable for being officials, but they all possessed real talents. At least their repertoire of knowledge was enough. Even if they could not be officials, they were absolutely enough to spread culture and ethics among the common people.

What’s more, there were already too few people that he could use, and he was reluctant to let these people remain hidden at home.

But Song Shizhao sighed: “This subordinate had never expected you to have so many calculations.”

It was just an interest in men. Something that could provide material for conversations and gossip, but who would have thought that just because of this, there were more young and strong men under the rule of the South Bodhisattva. Not only that, it also managed to lure out the next generation of those big families who had hid them so well at home.

Taking one step and looking at a hundred steps ahead. Song Shizhao bowed towards Lin Yuan: “The strength of the South Bodhisattva’s mind and the intricacy of your planning makes this subordinate happy to pledge my allegiance.”

Lin Yuan smiled at him: “It’s only a small trick. Mister, Toqto’a was relieved of his military power.”

The current emperor in Dadu was mentally retarded. To be precise, most of the entire court of civil and military officials were mentally retarded. Because they were afraid that the leading general would rebel in this troubled time they took the military power away from Toqto’a. As a result the large Yuan army broke up in an instant, and from then on, the Yuan army had no more power to contend with the rebels.

Song Shizhao: “South Bodhisattva means….”

Lin Yuan smiled and said, “Mister, would you be able to recruit him?”

Song Shizhao looked at Lin Yuan’s eyes.

At this moment, his blood was boiling in excitement!

But Song Shizhao quickly calmed down: “After all, he is a Mongolian…..” How could he be willing to do things for the Han?

Lin Yuan smiled and said, “Am I just fighting the Yuan army?”

Song Shizhao’s eyes widened.

He stood upright and straightened his clothes. Then he knelt down towards Lin Yuan: “This official will succeed with this person!”

He heard the South Bodhisattva above say to him: “Then I shall depend on Mister.”

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Song Shizhao was prostrated on the ground. The South Bodhisattva gave him opportunities to show his strengths, in return even if he was called to be the devil’s blade, he would still be willing!

AN: Among the common people:

“I heard that the most favored person at the South Bodhisattva’s side is the son of the Chu family.”

“I imagine he must be very good in bed!”

“His figure must be the best!”

The Chu Family:

“What? Request marriage?”

“Marry who?”

“Is he crazy?! Want to marry my son?!”

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Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity CH 071 Fertile Soil For Love

When troubled times came, the first to be abandoned was the elderly——they had lost their mobility, their bodies overwhelmed by the long-distance migration. Then came the children——so long as the husband and wife were both alive, they could always have more children. Generally speaking, the mother would try every means to save her child, but in most cases she did not have the ability to save her child. And finally, it was the women.

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However, the ratio of women was originally very low. Poor families could not support so many children, so once they gave birth to a daughter, some of them would be discarded directly. If the family was too poor and only willing to raise sons, drowning girls was even more common.

So when Lin Yuan saw the statistics of the male to female ratio, he instantly got a headache.

There were still too few women.

Currently, among every 160 people there was only one woman, and this also included the elderly and girls under the age of twelve.

This was not a good situation.

If there were too many men, society would become unstable. Lin Yuan himself was a man, and of course he knew what men think.

In fact, men’s thinking was quite easy to understand. In society, they needed to find their own position and most men positioned themselves as the “protectors.”

They would only be at ease when there were targets in need of their protection. This target included parents, wives and children.

Most of these men now had no parents.

So if they couldn’t find a woman, if they don’t have a wife, it would not be long before they would become aggressive.

In short, nothing was pleasing to the eye, and even the smallest things could spark a fight.

Although there were not many incidents of fighting on the streets, there were definitely quite a lot of private incidents.

Even if Lin Yuan tried his best to cultivate their sense of community, have them do everything together.

But Lin Yuan also knew that this was just a temporary fix, like a time bomb it would explode without knowing when.

“There are a lot of people who have defected to you now, and there must be women among them.” Chen Baisong persuaded him in this way.

Lin Yuan shook his head: “No, it’s still too little.”

Most of the people who came seeking shelter died on the way. Think about it, a lot of adult men died on the road, not to mention women with weaker physical strength. Especially in a poor family that basically gave the best food at home to strong laborers. Because women had not had enough food and nutrition since they were young they were all malnourished more or less. Lin Yuan did not think that the probability of their survival would be higher than that of men.

When people encounter wild beasts on the road, women were often left behind. In this way, there were very few women who could safely reach Lin Yuan’s jurisdiction. If one managed to make their way then she could practically be considered a darling of fate.

“Buy.” Lin Yuan stood up, his brows furrowed. Originally, he wanted to crack down on human trafficking, but now it seemed that this was the only effective and efficient way.

The merchants quickly received this decree. Many merchants originally did not do this kind of business. After all, there were human traffickers before. Besides, for merchants this was not considered a huge profit, so it was better to sell salt and wine. Even gold and silver jewelry could be sold for a price that could buy a hundred people.

But the South Bodhisattva had spoken, and they must answer the call.

However, on this matter Xie Zicheng managed to steal the limelight from Zhou Fu. One of them was the chairman of the Merchants’ Guild and the other was the vice chairman. It seemed that the relationship between them was that of superior and subordinate but actually the relationship between the two men was that of competitors. When faced with danger, the merchants would team up and be closer to each other than their own blood brothers, but once peace arrived, they would start to fight each other again, wanting nothing more than to kill each other.

It was most popular to sell people in winter. Now, many poor families in other places had to sell their children for a living.

Girls did not sell at a very high price, only sons could be sold more expensively, so the merchants could buy girls at low prices.

The little girl who looked like a blooming jade flower covered in morning dew could be bought with just a handful of grain.

People now didn’t recognize money. They didn’t recognize copper coins and only accepted food.

Currency could only circulate when society was stable, so Lin Yuan did not push for a unified currency.

——

San Hua obediently followed behind the lord, pulling her younger sister along. The two of them were as skinny as skeletons. No one knew where they were going. Her eldest sister, second eldest sister, and elder brother had all been sold. Now at home there were only their parents and youngest brother left. Her youngest brother had not been weaned yet. After he was weaned, he might be sold as well.

They were gathered together. In addition to her and her younger sister, there were many other girls. They brought nothing as there was nothing for them to bring from home. Their parents sold them and told them that they would be living a good life.

But they didn’t even know what a good life entailed.

They wanted to stay with their parents, even if they didn’t have enough food or live the so-called good life.

They stayed in place for three days and girls were brought in one after another, and then they went on the road. San Hua had not traveled such a long way, but although the journey was long, they could eat enough, and they could have four bean curd cakes a day! Although it was just bean curd cakes, a tasty sauce was smeared on it. Back at home they didn’t even have bean curd cakes to eat.

But they still wanted to go home.

Although they didn’t have enough food to eat at home and they had to do a lot of work, at night the girls still missed home. The girls from the same place gathered together, crying and talking about their hometowns.

But they soon didn’t think about it anymore because they were too tired. Although they had clothing to keep warm and food to fill their stomachs, the journey was too long.

When they were brought into the city by the lords, they gaped open their mouths and looked at everything in front of them in disbelief——they were all from small villages. The most people they saw were the people in nearby towns. The most magnificent building they saw was the brick house of the village head. They had only heard of such a city in stories.

That was a place they would never go to in their entire lives. Maybe when they grow up, get married, and have children, they would also tell their children stories they had heard.

San Hua held her sister’s hand and poked her head out of the crowd. She didn’t know where to look at with her eyes. Her sister was asking her: “Sister, where are we going?”

San Hua: “I don’t know, wherever the lords take us we will go.”

She knew that she couldn’t go home, it was too far and she didn’t remember the way back.

They were led to a big house——very big. She had never seen such a big house in her life. Ten of them slept in a room. They had never seen the kind of beds in their new room. They had top and bottom bunks. No one dared to sleep on the top bunk, they felt that they would fall off it.

So the girls slept together two by two, and the upper bed was left empty.

San Hua and her sister slept together. Fortunately, they were both skinny. Not only could a single bed fit them, but there was plenty of space remaining. In fact it could even fit a third.

On the second day, they were called out. Those under ten years old stood on one side, those between ten and fifteen years old stood on another, and those over fifteen years old stood at a third.

San Hua saw her younger sister who was under ten years old being taken away. She cried and begged the lords not to separate her from her younger sister. Her younger sister was too young to work. She could do work for two people and only ask that they not separate them.

The lord smiled and said to her: “You are still sleeping in the same place at night. It’s just that you have different things to do during the day.”

San Hua didn’t believe it. Her parents used to coax her like this, only for her eldest sister to disappear, and then her second eldest sister disappeared not long after.

She knelt down and wanted to kowtow to the lord. She naively thought that so long as she kowtowed until her forehead bled, the lord would return her sister to her.

However, she was pulled up by a hand.

San Hua looked up and saw a handsome face. San Hua had never read a book and didn’t know many words, but she had heard the big brothers in the village who did read and study talking. She only remembered one word. Charming.

Although she didn’t know whether the word was used to describe a man or a woman, she was still willing to use the most beautiful vocabulary she possessed to describe the person in front of her.

He was very fair, his skin like jade. He was also tall, like a straight pine tree. Wherever he stood then that was the center of the world. When he raised his eyes, it would have people unconsciously hold their breath, and even not dare to stare directly at his face. Surrounding him was an imposing aura that couldn’t be described in words but was undoubtedly daunting.

San Hua didn’t dare to cry anymore. She gaped open her mouth and couldn’t make any sound.

Then she heard this good-looking person say to her: “Your sister is still young, and she is going to study. Don’t worry, you can see her every night.”

San Hua looked at him stupidly. She didn’t believe it just now no matter what but now she suddenly believed it. She nodded and said very obediently, “Then what am I going to do?”

The person smiled at her: “You just need to grow up safely. Maybe you will do something. Are you afraid of hard work?”

San Hua quickly said: “No, I’m not afraid, I can do everything! I can farm the land, take care of my brother and sister, feed chickens, and dig wild vegetables. I can do anything!”

The person was still smiling at her: “You are very amazing.”

San Hua blushed. Was she amazing? No one had praised her before, no matter how much she did, no one had praised her.

“My good girl, go and stand over there.” The man reminded her gently.

San Hua blushed and walked over, but her eyes followed him closely.

When Lin Yuan arrived, he saw a skinny little girl about to kowtow to a manager. He gave her a hand, said a few words, and then asked the manager: “Have you counted? How many people have come?”

The manager replied: “A total of 3,800 people.”

This was the first batch.

Lin Yuan’s brows finally loosen slightly from its furrow.

People would want to get married when their lives reached stability. Now, in the two most wealthy places, Gaoyou and Taizhou, the relationship between men and women was the most harmonious. Practically every day there were people getting married.

He didn’t worry about people choosing to be single.

In modern times, if there were few people getting married and fewer people giving birth, perhaps it would be a headache because newborns represent new strength. The decrease in new lives meant that society would age in the future, and then it would start to decline. For a country, this was almost fatal.

But now, marrying and starting a family was something deeply rooted in the people’s minds.

Once they had money and gained a foothold in their new surroundings, they would want to start a family, regardless of whether they were male or female.

The country was made up of small families, and these small families established social stability.

Between men and women feelings of love would inevitably sprout.

This was not something Lin Yuan could control.

Lin Yuan just tried his best to provide them with a fertile soil for love.

He hoped that people would unite because of love and give birth to new life because of love.

Lin Yuan smiled at the manager.

You c an fi nd t he la te st cha pte rs at ( th e bl mu se . c o m )

The manager was taken aback. Why was the South Bodhisattva looking at him like this? South Bodhisattva seemed to like men?

But he was already at this age and he even had two sons. How could he tactfully reject the South Bodhisattva without offending him?

Ai~ the manager sighed in his heart, it was really troublesome to be so talented and attractive.

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