The Cruel Tyrant

The Cruel Tyrant CH 052 Shi Yan

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Su Mu quite admired Yun Feiyan. She and Su Mochi’s experiences were actually not much different; but a weak woman had the ambition to conquer heaven, whereas Su Mochi, despite being the prince of a country, could only drag everyone down to hell with him.

Yun Feiyan sat quietly in front of Su Mu, her eyes seemingly calm and unaffected, but in truth she had placed all of her hopes on Su Mu. After a while, Su Mu directly addressed Han Yang beside him: “Go and call Lin Siyuan and the others.”

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After a while, Lin Siyuan walked into the main hall with four other people. These people were some of the scholars who had followed Lin Siyuan to participate in the imperial examinations. Later, Su Mu had assigned them to various positions in the imperial city.

“This official, pays respects to His Royal Highness.” The five people led by Lin Siyuan greeted together.

Su Mu lifted his hand and said: “Rise, have a seat. The main reason for calling you here this time is for the “New Laws”.”

“Is Your Highness going to implement the “New Laws”?” Lin Siyuan’s handsome face for once had on a serious look.

Su Mu slowly shook his head and said: “On the contrary, the “New Laws” must be temporarily shelved and re-edited.”

“Why?” It was not Lin Siyuan and Yun Feiyan who spoke first, but a plain-looking young man next to Lin Siyuan.

Perhaps it was because he was aware of his gaffe, the young man immediately stood up and pleaded guilty: “This official was rude, please punish this official.”

Su Mu said: “It’s fine.”

Yun Feiyan was covered with a veil so her expression could not be seen, but her hands tightly pinched at the robe over her knees as she said with difficulty, “Your Highness, are you going to get rid of everything I just recited?”

Lin Siyuan and the others also looked at Su Mu nervously.

Su Mu did not expect that even in ancient times, there would be so many people with advanced thinking. He had underestimated the ancients. Su Mu shook his head and said, “No, I just don’t think it is enough.”

“You should fight for more.”

Seeing Yun Feiyan’s eyes suddenly light up, Su Mu’s eyes swept across everyone present: “The young lady Yun alerted me to a point I had missed before. When I was compiling the “New Laws”, Ben Gong proposed some rules to protect women, but this is only just the basics.”

Feeling the focused eyes on him, Su Mu pondered for a while and said: “If only relying on the enforcement of the law to protect women then it will not be too effective. Women must have the right to speak in society, and this right to speak is only supported by power.”

The group of people, including Yun Feiyan, looked at Su Mu as if they were looking at an alien. Lin Siyuan widened his eyes and said to Su Mu: “Your Highness, you want women to enter politics.”

Su Mu nodded and said: “This is only one aspect. If women want to obtain rights, they must create corresponding value.”

Su Mu turned his head to Yun Feiyan: “If half of the Qing kingdom’s market is in the hands of women, half of the military is in the hands of women, and half of the government is in the hands of women, you can understand what that means without me saying more.”

Yun Feiyan restrained the surging emotions in her heart and nodded, saying: “Your Highness, I understand.”

She looked at Su Mu with bright eyes that shone brilliantly. She suddenly stood up from the chair and knelt down in front of Su Mu. When she leaned over, two tears fell and hit the floor.

She straightened up and said to Su Mu: “The merits of Your Highness will be remembered forever by all women.”

Su Mu asked the maid to help her up and said: “Men and women form a society which is mutually dependent on both to be prosperous. It will cause disaster if one side is given more significance. What you have to do is to fight for not only the women of the world but also for the men of the world.”

On this side, Su Mu was discussing political affairs.

On the other side, Sun Haoran led his army to chase the defeated rebels. However, the leader of the southwest army managed to flee into the vast mountains in the middle of the Qing kingdom. It would not be advisable for Sun Haoran’s army to enter this unfamiliar terrain. In addition, he had to leas a siege on the main base of the three armies, so he passed on a letter to Su Mu informing him of this.

Su Mu handed the task over to Shi Yan.

At this point in time it was currently the end of the spring but the weather was still a bit cold. Shi Yan’s strong and powerful physique was wrapped in black and like a vigorous cheetah in its prime he ran through the forest.

A few dozen miles away, Xia Zhongxin, the commander of the southwest army, was currently trying to flee through the dense forest.

Shangguan Hao, who had come to rescue the remnants of the southwest army, was not completely healed and his face still appeared a little pale. He observed the surrounding terrain and said to Xia Zhongxin: “General Xia, the trees in front are gradually decreasing, which is not conducive to hiding our trail. If it continues like this I am afraid that we will all fall into the hands of Su Mochi’s minions. I suggest that General swap the armor with me and let me distract Su Mochi’s minions.”

Xia Zhongxin’s hair was disheveled and his face revealed exhaustion. He looked at the mountains in the distance and sighed: “Heaven has no eyes, why must it help that tyrant borrow the army of the Wu kingdom? It is a lost cause now and there is no point in saving this old life. But you are still young, it is better for me to distract them for a while while you escape with everyone.”

The several soldiers surrounding Xia Zhongxin immediately stopped and said: “No, General! General is a person of virtue and prestige. As the pillar in the southwest, how can you end at the hands of thieves!”

Shangguan Hao also said: “The soldiers are right. The southwest cannot be without General.”

After finishing talking, regardless of Xia Zhongxin’s objections, he directly ordered people to take off Xia Zhongxin’s armor and exchange it with his own, and then the group separated into two paths to escape.

When Shi Yan and the rest of the guards chased up to here, the people had already disappeared. After observing the footprints on the ground, Shi Yan stood up and said to the person behind him: “He Li, take three people and go in this direction. You two follow me.”

“Yes!”

In the evening, Shi Yan and two guards blocked of Shangguan Hao and his soldiers. After a fierce fight, Shangguan Hao was finally captured while the others were killed.

Shi Yan firmly tied Shangguan Hao to a tree, ignoring his vicious eyes. He then took out the dry food in his pocket and held it up to Shangguan Hao’s mouth.

Shangguan Hao looked at the dry food in Shi Yan’s hand with an angry expression: “Take it away!”

Shi Yan very “obediently” took the dry food away and put it in his mouth instead.

Shangguan Hao sneered and said with disdain: “Hypocritical attitude, disgusting to the extreme.”

Shi Yan ignored him and jumped onto a tree branch to get ready for sleep. Anyway, he had heard insults that were a hundred times worse than this.

Shangguan Hao struggled secretly but the rope was tied too tightly. He gave up the futile struggle and raised his head to say to the man lying on the branch: “Hey, I have an urgency to urinate, please untie me.”

Shi Yan opened his eyes and jumped down from the tree. He walked over to Shangguan Hao.

Seeing Shi Yan coming, Shangguan Hao’s heart jumped with joy. He didn’t expect this guy to be so gullible, and at the same time he also felt a little nervous, so he tried his best to pretend to be very anxious to urinate.

However, what came next was a sudden chill on his lower body. Shi Yan had directly used the scabbard of his sword to undo Shangguan Hao’s belt.

The trousers slipped off and two white thighs were exposed to the air. Shangguan Hao’s face flushed red and was about to let loose his temper when suddenly he felt that his little brother was touched by something very cold.

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Shi Yan lifted Shangguan Hao’s little brother with the scabbard, turned his face to the side and said, “Go ahead.”

Shangguan Hao looked at his little brother who was lying leisurely on the scabbard and became so angry smoke seemed to rise from his head.

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The Cruel Tyrant CH 051 Brother and Sister

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In the imperial prison, Yun Feiyu wore a pale green robe, looking like a proud green bamboo. Even the dark and damp cell seemed different because of his presence.

Yun Jing led the servant carrying the food box to the prison cell where Yun Feiyu was located.

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Looking at his handsome and talented son falling into such dire straits, he couldn’t help feeling heartache.

“Feiyu, are you well?” Yun Jing stood outside the iron bars of the cell.

Yun Feiyu glanced at Yun Jing and put down the book in his hand. He stood up gracefully and shook the pieces of hay on his clothes and said, “I have food and drink. It’s not too bad.”

His tone was mild and his face had on its usual amiable expression. But there was none of the excitement to be expected when faced with one’s family.

Yun Jing frowned and said: “What kind of attitude is that? Do you know that the crime of treason is to destroy the nine clans? His Highness not condemning you is already a gift from the heavens. Go and ask forgiveness from His Highness. Perhaps it is even possible for you to be exempted from punishment.” (TN: nine clans refer to all immediate family members and even distant relatives, anyone who even had blood relations must be executed; a sentence only the imperial family can carry out).

Like a still lake, his eyes looked at Yun Jing calmly, completely untouched by his words. Yun Feiyu curved his beautifully shaped lips and said sarcastically: “You have many wives, and I only have one mother. All those who hurt her, I won’t let any one of them off.”

Yun Jing was also a little annoyed when he saw this stubborn attitude. He harrumphed: “If she hadn’t ran away from home in anger, how could she cross the Crown Prince’s path, causing your sister to lose her life as well.”

“Haha……hahaha……”

Yun Feiyu suddenly threw back his head and burst into laughter. Yun Jing flushed angrily at his defiant attitude, and scolded: “Yun Feiyu, you are too audacious, do you still see me as your father!”

“Father?” Yun Feiyu stopped laughing. He turned his head and said with a deep ridicule: “My mother was a high born lady but still she married you who was below her station. She waited for you for ten years, but what met her was only a house full of concubines and bastards.”

He smiled and said before Yun Jing could respond: “When the three of us first entered Yun Manor, we were ostracized and constantly framed and suffered difficulty from everyone. My mother sent me to Yishan Academy in the name of studying in order to protect me and not because she was being narrow-minded and driven by jealousy.”

Yun Jing’s old face flushed red. Pointing at Yun Feiyu he scolded: “You……you are an unfilial son, you are actually trying to white wash the crimes of that wicked woman. As expected, like mother like son. Since you like this prison so much, then stay in it forever!”

Yun Feiyu looked at Yun Jing’s angrily leaving back and felt conflicted with inexplicable emotions. Since being disillusioned from the image of a wise and loving father that his mother had always told him about at the age of eleven, he no longer had any hope left for Yun Jing. But even so, he still felt sadness in his heart.

After Yun Jing left, Yun Feiyu continued to stand in place until the jailer came to report again.

“Ai, Yun Feiyu someone has come to see you.”

Yun Feiyu looked sideways and at first glance he saw Lin Siyuan’s smiling face, appearing as bright and sunny as a sunflower.

“And here I was worried about you. You look like you have a comfortable life here.” Lin Siyuan looked at the cell that was in a much better condition than the other cells, his eyebrows waggling and eyes winking. Instantly, the handsome face was completely ruined by its owner.

After Yun Feiyu glanced at him once, his eyes then firmly locked on the veiled woman who was brought by Lin Siyuan.

Yun Feiyu, who had always appeared gentle and elegant, was at this moment completely uncaring of his bearing. He rushed to the bars of the cell, holding the iron bars with both hands, and said with a trembling tone: “Feiyan, is it you? Feiyan!”

“Brother!”

A soft cry, but it was like a heavy hammer landing on Yun Feiyu’s heart. A layer of moisture instantly appeared over his eyes despite his usual disdain for tears.

The three years of separation invoked thousands of words but in the end it only converged into a few words that were the simplest and most moving.

“It’s good……that you’re okay.”

“Brother……”

Yun Feiyan, who had been standing opposite Yun Feiyu, could no longer stop herself from rushing over, tears rolling down her face like a string of broken pearls.

The siblings naturally had a lot to say in the three years that they had been separated in life and death, but they both knew that this was not the place to talk.

Yun Feiyu looked at Yun Feiyan seriously: “Don’t go find the Crown Prince, it’s best to leave the imperial city immediately.”

He didn’t want his sister to disappear from his life again. But after finishing talking, he unexpectedly discovered that the once innocent little girl could no longer be understood by him now.

Yun Feiyan said to Yun Feiyu: “Brother, don’t worry, I am not so foolish.”

Her eyes were calm, but it was not without hatred. But still it made Yun Feiyu feel a little puzzled.

Everything that happened in the prison, every word in the conversation between the siblings was recorded and sent to Su Mu.

Su Mu leaned on the chair, tapping on the armrest with the fingers of his right hand and murmured: “What the hell does this Yun Feiyan want to do?”

Since she entered the imperial city, she had made no movements at all. She showed no hints of seeking revenge on him, nor did she mean to save Yun Feiyu.

Su Mu couldn’t guess what she was thinking.

It was not until the evening when Han Yang came to report that Yun Feiyan asked to see him.

Su Mu straightened his robes and came to the side hall where he saw a slender woman in a white robe and a jade hairpin pinned in her ink black hair.

She had her face veiled so Su Mu couldn’t see what she looked like, but her cold and unique aura still made her stand out in Su Mu’s eyes.

Seeing the arrival of Su Mu, Yun Feiyan immediately bowed and said: “This commoner, Yun Feiyan, pays respects to His Royal Highness.”

She was respectful but not humble, and she did not have the fear and contempt of ordinary people when they first saw him.

This was not the attitude one should have when seeing the killer of one’s mother.

Su Mu looked at her and said, “I wonder what business the young lady Yun has with Ben Gong?”

Yun Feiyan took out a piece of paper from her sleeve, and said in a soft voice: “This is the antidote for Fragrant Orchid, please have a look.”

Su Mu’s face changed and he took the paper brought over by the eunuch. He didn’t understand the prescription, but someone in the imperial medical collge would understand it. Yun Feiyan didn’t need to fool him with a fake as it would be the same as suicide.

So Su Mu came up with an almost impossible answer, this prescription for the antidote was real!

Thousands of reasons flashed in Su Mu’s mind for one to give the antidote to the killer of one’s mother, but none of them could stand a firm foothold.

Su Mu looked at those beautiful eyes that were similar to Yun Feiyu’s and asked, “Why?”

Yun Feiyan did not dodge his gaze, meeting Su Mu’s eyes and saying: “His Royal Highness plans to overturn heaven and earth and Feiyan will die for this cause without hesitation.”

After she finished speaking, she unfolded the book she had been holding, and the words “New Laws of Qing” appeared in Su Mu’s eyes, which still did not dispel Su Mu’s confusion.

The book of “New Laws” was compiled by Su Mu who had instructed Lin Siyuan and others to replace the loopholes and outdated laws of the Qing kingdom, and thus called the “New Laws of Qing.” But because it was mixed with many elements from modern laws, Su Mu was afraid of its negative reception and therefore did not rush to implement it. Later, due to the war it was put on hold for a while and he even almost forgot about it.

It was just that this had nothing to do with overturning heaven and earth. Su Mu recalled the “New Laws” and found that although there were some points out of the ordinary, it was still far from overturning heaven and earth.

So with bewilderment he said to Yun Feiyan: “Ben Gong is still a little puzzled, I ask the young lady Yun to elaborate.”

It was Yun Feiyan’s turn to be surprised this time. She originally thought that this was the decision made by the Crown Prince after a fierce “ideological struggle” with the ambition of “going down in the history books”.

She even prepared herself for the possibility that the Crown Prince was just playing with everyone, but she hadn’t thought that the Crown Prince would look as if he was completely unaware.

After steadying herself, Yun Feiyan asked Su Mu: “Human trafficking is prohibited; lynching is prohibited; criminals over eighty years old, under eight years old, women who are pregnant or breastfeeding are exempt from the cangue (TN: wooden collar like stocks used to restrain and punish criminals in China); young girls under 13 years old are prohibited from marrying; before marriage the man and a woman must meet each other first, and if one of them wants to renege, then the marriage is invalid……”

For a whole hour, Su Mu listened to her reading the laws one by one. Except for the first one none of them were too serious. The prohibition of trafficking human beings was exactly what made Su Mu delay in implementing the New Laws.

Although some of the subsequent ones seem to be out of line in this era, they were not as serious as the first one.

However, this was just Su Mu’s wishful thinking. If the first one was challenging the bourgeoisie, then the latter were direct challenges to the entire patriarchal society.

The book of “New Laws” was written by Lin Siyuan and the others while he put forward his opinions. As a person with modern thinking, after reviewing the book, Su Mu only thought of how backward these laws still were, and never noticed its progress.

At this moment, with Yun Feiyan reciting them out one by one, Su Mu finally realized the seriousness of the matter.

“Lin Siyuan is a lunatic.” Su Mu secretly cursed: “Daring to use this kind of thing that is beyond the times.”

It was only at this moment that Su Mu finally understood Yun Feiyan’s thoughts. She could be considered a pioneer of feminism in this world.

But could one’s ideals outweigh one’s hatred?

Su Mu looked at her seriously and asked, “Don’t you hate me?”

Yun Feiyan answered Su Mu earnestly: “Hate, but I hate the heavens, this earth, and this world even more. I both love and hate.”

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Su Mu said: “You must know, this matter is almost impossible.” Su Mu looked at her stubborn and unyielding eyes and felt a little moved in his heart.

“You have to pay a price if you want to challenge the status quo. The price is blood and life, and this is not something you can do alone.” Su Mu said.

“I am willing to devote my whole life to igniting the sparks of change.”

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Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure CH 002 Is He An Elder?

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“But I’m not that Ji Yunlai.” He didn’t have such badass power. Ji Yunlai expressed that his knowledge was still in the whiteboard stage, his skills that had reset must now be leveled up again.

“No need to worry and no need to hide. Losing your memory will only make them more afraid of you.”

“It seems you won’t say anymore.” Ji Yunlai said in exasperation, “Then can you at least tell me who is the child’s mother?”

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Silence. The waters also fell still.

“Then is she my own blood, was I the scumbag or did someone act the scumbag towards me?” Shouldn’t he at least know this? Ji Yunlai was truly exasperated.

“Is this even important? How deep does blood even run.” The other raised his eyebrows and spoke with mockery.

Ji Yunlai felt his heart jump once again, and the pressure was even greater: “…How come I don’t even know that I have an antisocial personality disorder?”

“The time is up, if there is something urgent, look for me again. Three chances, only two more are left.” The other shook his long sleeves.

The sky and ocean went up in smoke.

The dreamlike world also disappeared.

Ji Yunlai was still sitting in the original room and on the original bed.

Holding the jade tablet in his hand.

The Ji Yunlai after a thousand years was truly difficult to understand. He didn’t think he could win against his thousand year old self, but it was not like he would dig a hole for his own self, right?

After thinking about it this way, he calmed down. Anyway, it was already like this. It was better to continue doing what he wanted to do. As for the things he didn’t say—the days were still long, he would know everything eventually. As for the past, it was fine to just know the gist of it, no need to know all the details.

As for the incantations or something, it didn’t matter that he had forgotten, the power was still there, so all he needed to do was just to make up for the forgotten incantations.

If you have the skills then send me back to my 16 year old self! 

Oh no. He had forgotten to ask where the Pavilion of Books was. He needed to search more in depth later.

And as for the issue of his daughter, was she biological? He remembered that he couldn’t get it up with women…

Was it an adopted daughter?

Ji Yunlai opened the map of the sect again.

In ancient times, there were no books. The emperor embroidered the mountains and rivers of his empire on silk with gold thread to record the division of personnel and territory, which was known as the yellow map. Later, it became a practice, and all forces would also have a yellow map to record important information.

Ji Yunlai looked at the words that recorded each country’s attending elders along with their age and cultivation levels and what merits they had contributed. The golden threads that etched out the words seemed to be able to change based on his will, and it seemed that this yellow map was also a spiritual artifact.

But after looking it over, he didn’t find any note about the Sect Leader’s wife.

Fine, it seemed that he could only regard this as another transmigration.

……

Kun-Lai Immortal Mountain

Yangshuo Peak was located in the southern part of Kun-Lai Mountain and was one of the three peaks closest to the mountain gate. It was steep and covered with ​​peculiar pines that towered up into the clouds. Standing at any of its random cliffs, one would be able to see the beauty of the distant mountain gate standing tall and imposing in the midst of a sea of ​​red clouds.

There were often disciples who would sit on these cliffs to do their cultivation exercises and meditation, breathing out to the distant mountain gate.

“The mountain gate was set up by the Sect Leader himself, of course one must often come and breathe in the Immortal energy…” This was the young disciples’ reasoning.

Feng Qingxiu was also one of the young disciples. As the head student of his year, he occupied the most scenic spot—the Eagle Mouth Cliff.

And there was a green pine on the side, so one just had to sit under the tree and together with the evening breeze, the image of a cultivator would be established.

If it was in other places, the trees would be full of people, let alone the ground. But as the head student he could have such privileges.

It was all due to his years of bitter cultivation, and now the effect was slowly showing.

Thinking of this, even having a heart that had been trained by many years of cultivation, he could not help but also feel a little excited. He stared to the north and chanted solemnly: “Founding Master, bless me, let me be favored by Elder Yan at the ceremony tomorrow, and enter the inner sect!”

As soon as his voice fell, a gentle voice with a hint of interest sounded over his head: “Elder Yan, Yan Li?”

Feng Qingxiu instantly stood up. When he looked up he saw a young man with white hair in black robes, who looked to be about the same age as him, sitting on a branch and looking at him with a half-smile. A gentle breeze blew by and those clear eyes were like autumn water, making ripples that touched the hearts of people.

The person was clearly there in front of him, but Feng Qingxiu’s divine consciousness and sense couldn’t pick up his existence at all, as if he was just a wisp of the wind that was accidentally colored by this world, and only happened to take a brief pause.

He must be above the Foundation Establishment Stage and have at least already attained Golden Core Formation!

Was he an elder of the inner sect?

He would never have the thoughts of “too young, not looking like”—judging people by their appearance would never happen in the realm of cultivators. The younger the cultivator looked, the more formidable they would be. This was definitely not just casual talk, so Feng Qingxiu politely said: “Answering Elder, yes I was referring to Elder Yan Li of Jiu Mai Peak.”

“He seems to specialize in cultivating talisman seals, but his level of cultivation is not high. Do you want to cultivate talisman seals?” The young man asked with a smile.

“Uh…” Feng Qingxiu was speechless for a while but couldn’t help screaming in his heart. Elder Yan was already at the Nascent Soul Stage! If he isn’t at a high level than who is? You actually said that his cultivation level is not high! Do you think just anyone can see the great elders of the Demigod Stage and Synthesis Stage?

So he replied a little cautiously: “My cultivation skills are still shallow, and I dare not think too lofty.”

“Is that so. What kind of ceremony is tomorrow? Isn’t the birthday of the Sect Leader at the end of the month?” The young man asked again.

“Tomorrow is the Mountain Ascension Ceremony that happens once every ten years. Each of the inner sect peaks will arrive to select disciples. The future of us Yangshuo Peak disciples is all reliant on tomorrow.” The more Feng Qingxiu spoke, the more strange he felt. Wasn’t this something everyone from Kun-Lai knew?

However, due to the birthday celebration of the Sect Leader, many other sects had sent envoys to attend. This one must be an envoy of another sect, so he was not familiar with Kun-Lai, right?

Seeing that the other didn’t respond, looking to be waiting for him to continue speaking, he thought about it, and continued carefully: “Kun-Lai is different from other sects. New disciples enter the upper, middle and lower schools in order to establish and stabilize their foundation. By the end of the year, those who have outstanding performance can be selected into the peaks of the inner sect and cultivate the immortal Dao. Those who do not perform well may enter the outer sect or go to the mortal world to make contributions to the sect.”

“…” The young man fell into deep thought for a while.

After a while.

“Does Elder have anything else to inquire about?” Feng Qingxiu asked softly.

“What is your name?” The young man finally came back to himself and asked him.

“The clear wind and bright moon, the youthful and the refined, Feng Qingxiu.” He replied loudly and clearly. It came from a self-confidence that had developed in the sect over many years.

“I shall remember it.” The young man nodded with a smile and disappeared from the tree.

“Wait…” You haven’t said who you were, Feng Qingxiu felt a little unhappy.

However, being able to see an elder today could be counted as a gain. Feng Qingxiu took out a jade tablet and recorded what had happened just now, and added a sentence at the end: the main peaks should give us some portraits and descriptions, so that we can recognize the elders of outside sects in order to avoid being rude.

Then he sent it.

Suddenly!

“What did you write?” He heard the voice just now exclaim and when he raised his head, sure enough, the elder had appeared in front of him again.

“Oh, this,” Feng Qingxiu’s politeness had a hint of pride, “This thing is called the ‘Net Charm’, which is a unique spiritual artifact found only in our Kun-Lai. It can be linked with other Net Charms in Kun-Lai Mountain. Originally it is not given to disciples below the Golden Core Formation Stage, but in the competition of the three schools among Kun-Lai disciples last month, I won top spot and was given this as a prize. This object is very profound and if you come across anything incomprehensible in your usual cultivation method, you can also connect with the Net Charm to ask others about your issue. It is the most important of the three great spiritual artifacts in Kun-Lai!”

Seeing the young man’s astonishment, he felt even more proud and raised his head: “Elder must have come to our Western Continent from faraway. Our Kun-Lai Sect Leader has boundless spiritual powers and the knowledge of the gods. If there are no earth-shattering achievements, how could our Kun-Lai Immortal Mountain be in charge of the whole of Western Continent?”

“…”

“…Can you let me have a look?” The young man finally came back to himself, his expression complex and unable to be put in words, just pointing to the jade tablet and asking.

“When this item was given to me, I placed my divine consciousness on it, so other people can’t use it.” Feng Qingxiu refused. In truth, others could use it so long as he allowed it, but there was no need to explain this to the other—since first getting this object it had become the apple of his eye, so don’t even mention handing it over to unfamiliar people. Even his own roommates and friends were only allowed a brief touch.

The young man did not answer, but just raised his hand. His long sleeves slipped down, revealing a white flawless palm, a piece of jade shining brightly on it.

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Eh?

Feng Qingxiu was taken aback for a moment, but the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became. When he looked at his own hand, there was nothing on it.

“You little thief—” Feng Qingxiu was so angry that he drew his sword, “Return my spiritual artifact and I will spare your life!”

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Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure CH 001 Did I Transmigrate?

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The vast Kun-Lai Immortal Mountain, the lofty and majestic Daoist sect.

The snow scenery found on Kun-Lai Immortal Mountain was always a thing of beauty, the mountains towering up into the sky, the sea of ​​clouds stretching endlessly, the sky so blue and clear it resembled a sheet of ice, and every gust of wind could freeze people’s breath.

There were no humans, no living beings.

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No wonder people say it was lonely and cheerless on the top, Ji Yunlai thought silently.

It had been almost an entire day since he came to this mountain summit, standing motionless.

Because a very serious incident happened to him today.

—He had lost his memory!

Yesterday—the yesterday in his memory, he was still in that small shabby house in Yunshan Town, figuring out how to attain Foundation Establishment and then go to work at some cultivation market. There he could buy a little more materials for talisman crafting and find out whether he could rely on his spiritual warding expertise to enter Yunshan Sect as an outer disciple. After all, the Yunshan Sect was a big sect with an elder who had already attained the Golden Core Formation and only 30 people were recruited among hundreds of thousands of people in the entire Yun Kingdom each year!

Today—since opening his eyes ten hours ago to now, he became the Sect Leader of a Daoist sect he had never heard of before—the Kun-Lai Sect.

The yellow map of the entire sect that was hung in his room showed that the Kun-Lai Sect oversaw tens of millions of miles of land in the Western Continent, 19 powerful cultivators who have attained Synthesis and one Human Immortal. Those who were at the Golden Core Formation Stage and Nascent Soul Stage were not even qualified to be recorded on the yellow map.

At first, he thought he had transmigrated again, wondering to himself in bewilderment whether he was dreaming. This time the golden finger he got was quite big.

But he soon discovered that his face was still the same, only the black hair had turned white——well, not all white, but a kind of transparent red with the edges of his hair dipped in a darker red. The family seal on his forehead was also still there. He was the original product no doubt about that. The Daoist books in the room were all written in his handwriting, and the furnishing in the room was in the style he was familiar with. There was also an ordinary longsword left to him by his parents.

But no matter how much difficulty he had believing it, his level of cultivation could not be faked!

The Ji Yunlai of yesterday had to humbly bow his head in the face of a mere deacon of the Foundation Establishment Stage from the Yunshan Sect. And forming a simple Sun Flame spiritual ward would leave him panting and feeling as if his body had been hollowed out!!

The Ji Yunlai of yesterday, in order to save a few spiritual stones to buy a copy of “Elementary Talisman Seals” he had to help people wash spiritual fruit for a month. And in order to prevent the precious spiritual fruit from being damaged he had to expend all of his energy until he was completely exhausted, falling asleep on the bed as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The distance from the immortals and gods was as far away from him as the sagittarius star he saw with a telescope as he thought to himself: when would the humans in the galaxy closest to their solar system arrive on Earth?

Yesterday, his greatest goal was to attain Foundation Establishment, and to live two hundred years more so he could learn a little more knowledge. And even at this others laughed at him for daring to think too lofty.

……

But the Ji Yunlai of now was one of the handful of cultivators closest to the immortals and gods. Now, he could capture the sound of grass sprouts growing under the earth within a radius of 10,000 miles without having to invoke any incantations.

Let alone eavesdropping on the content of the conversations among the disciples and elders of the sect even as far as the outer reaches of the mountain.

#Hearing hundreds of people saying different things at the same time, as clearly as if you are right next to them and without any interference, let me ask you if you are afraid?#

#Carelessly touch an orchid flower bud and it will bloom and nod at you before transforming into a young man that kowtows at you in gratitude, are you afraid?#

#Seeing the mountain peak obscured by the clouds and just thinking you want to go to the top only to find yourself there in the next instant. Are you afraid?#

Invoking incantations needed no chanting or odd gestures, all you needed was to just think about it!

Forget about grabbing something out of the void, forget about teleporting to the edge of the world, and forget about leveling mountains and filling seas! All you needed was a thought!

This was literally the power to have one’s wishes come true!

Oh god, what should I do?

This kind of shock even managed to prevent him from feeling touched about receiving a golden thigh.

There was only complete disbelief, as if this was a dream that he would wake up from at any time.

But the incantation books on the table—just looking at the handwriting he knew it was written by himself—if only dreaming could let people write such profound spiritual books that guaranteed the attainment of Dao, then he just wanted to dream a few hundred years more!

Sighing slightly, he flung his sleeves and appeared back at his dwelling.

No matter how shocking or unbelievable, it had been a day already and it was time he processed everything.

Although the impact was comparable to that of ten years ago—the time when he transmigrated into this world ten years ago in his memory, it was not greater than that time.

He should also take an inventory of the current situation.

After all, he was not too confident to believe that he was able to manage the tens of thousands of disciples and members of a large sect——he only managed a little more than a hundred programmers at the peak of his career in his last life.

At least he should learn all the forgotten Daoist incantations, as well as talisman seals, the spiritual seals that he had most wanted to learn back then. Now that he had this opportunity, even if it was a dream, he must finish learning it all before he woke up.

In such a big sect they must have a library collection, right? And it would be even better if he could find some recordings of major events, so that he wouldn’t be as confused as he is now.

……

However, after using his divine sense to sweep through the seventy-two main peaks and more than nine hundred auxiliary peaks of the entire stretch of mountain, he still did not find a place that could pass off as the Pavilion of Books or the Hall of Knowledge.

What’s this situation?

Shouldn’t a sect’s Pavilion of Books or the Hall of Knowledge be heavily guarded with disciples queuing in front every day?

Where did it go?

Ji Yunlai was confused for a while, and began to collect information by eavesdropping on the conversations of his disciples.

And currently, the whole sect was happily busy preparing for the Sect Leader’s—or rather his—thousandth birthday celebration.

No, he was only 16 years old yesterday, a young and beautiful flower boy, how did he become an old man that was already a thousand years old?

Fine, his appearance did not look old, Human Immortals could live for thousands of years so no matter how he thought about it he had gotten a very good deal.

It was just that, he felt as if he had forgotten something.

Obviously, none of the thousand years in between could be recalled!

No, no, there was a bit of an impression, but it was something he couldn’t recall at this moment!

Kun-Lai Sect—did it have anything to do with the Kun-Lai Mountain in the Warcraft game?

Wait, it had nothing to do with the Kun-Lai Mountain in Warcraft, but his friend once wrote a book back then, with the same name as Kun-Lai Sect.

Yes, that’s right, that book was called “Kun Lai”!

At that time, his friend had proudly explained the name saying that Kun represented multitude, Lai represented grass, symbolizing endless life and knowing the harshness of the gale. In addition, it resembled “Kunlun” the master mountain containing dragon veins, and felt that he had named it very well.

But the content of the book—he refused to read it after finding out it was a harem powertrip book with a stallion MC!!!

His friend also specially posted the book to a women’s literature website. What he reasoned was that there were too many of his genre in Qidian, but there must definitely be no stallion MCs here, so it would definitely be popular.

He bombed, completely and without doubt.

The reason why he could remember this book was because his friend had made a lot of preparations at the time, and even asked him to write him a small computer program that could study one’s birth data for astrological purposes—the kind that one could input their birthday and then calculate one’s fortune.

But at that time, he just used basic algorithms and didn’t spend much time on it. However, his friend was already very happy, saying that it was enough for his book.

So now, the question at hand… was he in the book?

He was just thinking about whether this was a coincidence when he heard such a sentence from countless people’s conversations…

“Fairy Mingyu attained Golden Core Formation yesterday.  Accomplishing this at such a young age, no wonder she is the daughter of the Sect Leader.”

“Yes, and she didn’t use alchemical pills or spiritual artifacts to aid her, this kind of aptitude and perception is something we can only look up to.”

“If we can also be taught by the Sect Leader, then what an accomplishment it would be.”

…

………

Fairy? Sect Leader? Daughter!?

What?

Ji Yunlai was struck completely dumb. As a great magician who had been single for two lifetimes, he hadn’t even held a woman’s hand before! (TN: magician=slang for virgin)

Of course he hadn’t because he always liked boys. But due to the psychological shadow brought by his family, he never met a boy he was interested in, so… so the more than 40 years added up from his two lifetimes of chastity that he had staunchly kept was now inexplicably gone?

“I seem to need another day to process…”

He threw himself on the bamboo bed and thought it would be best to take a rest for now.

***

When Ji Yunlai woke up in the morning, he found a piece of jade tablet under his pillow.

It was flat and round, with a hole in the middle. The jade tablet was usually used to record all kinds of various information. It was like a cultivator version of the USB stick. After injecting one’s spiritual energy into it the contents within would then be revealed. The capacity was related to the material it was made from and the ability of the creator. Yesterday—the yesterday in his memory, he had only wanted to buy a jade tablet that contained the book “Elementary Talisman Seals” which had a price of 300 low-grade spiritual stones. There were no discounts on low-grade spiritual stones so for the sake of this jade tablet, which was basically equal to a dictionary on spiritual wardings, he had saved spiritual stones for a long time. For an unaffiliated cultivator like himself, it was really too difficult to make money.

Now, the piece of jade tablet in his hand was as transparent as ice and felt cool and smooth to the touch. It was also incorporated with a soothing and calming energy that surged up into him through his hand like it cost no money. With his meager knowledge, he really couldn’t tell what kind of top quality spiritual jade was used in its creation. Logically speaking, this kind of material was the most popular for creating spiritual artifacts that could settle the mind, and it could be sold at sky-high prices anywhere.

But now it was used to make a mere jade tablet, such a waste…

Of course, this was not the reason why his attention was captivated by this jade tablet, after all, none of the things in this room was inferior to it in terms of materials used to create it.

The key was the word engraved on the jade tablet—

Ji Yunlai didn’t even know that he had such a tasteless funny side to him.

The word engraved above was SOS

Yes, that’s right, it was the SOS that meant “help me”!

Who did he intend to call for help, or was it intended as a failsafe?

If it was the former, then it must be someone he trusted.

If it was the latter, then it fit his situation now. After all, if he let others know his current situation, he truly wouldn’t be able to guess what would happen.

And this was the most incongruous thing in the room.

Ji Yunlai couldn’t restrain his curiosity at all.

So he raised his hand to gather spiritual energy and then inject it inside the jade tablet.

The jade tablet flipped and floated in the air, turning into countless wisps of clear smoke that then gradually floated away.

A layer of silent ripples expanded, spreading in circles.

Everything it encountered turned into water, in an instant, the world was transformed into an endless sea, the surface of the water was like a mirror, empty but of a reflection of the continuous sky.

And there was suddenly another person in front of him.

He had long pale hair that contrasted against black robes and stood with his hands behind his back. His eyes were deep and his expression bland. He was clearly right in front of him, but it was like he was standing in the faraway horizon.

Ji Yunlai couldn’t help but fall into a brief daze.

Seriously, he never thought that he would become this classy one day.

He had a pretty good physical appearance in this life, elegant and handsome with a fit figure. His skin was also fantastic due to the beautifying effect after many years of cultivation. It was not an exaggeration to call him a beautiful man.

However, although the person in front of him had the same face, his aura was on another level.

Distant like the moon, like the clouds.

It was a kind of naturally aloof remoteness.

It was not condescension, but complete equality. It was the pure brightness of the moon that would not be affected no matter how much people praised or lambasted.

Was this him after a thousand years?

The pressure was a bit heavy…

“You saw it.” The other said, the voice was clearly bland and mild, but it contained a strange power that seemed to carve into his heart. He looked at him, calm and tranquil, “Cherish your time.”

“Who are you?” There was a time limit for this? Ji Yunlai’s heart thumped, frowning as he asked the key question. After all, just because the face was the same did not mean the person was the same.

“I am your memory backed up in the jade tablet. You can summon me three times to solve the problems that you can’t solve.” The other calmly added, “You in a thousand years.”

“Then can I copy you back? If you can’t tell me the reason.” Backup? Even after a thousand years, he still had the instinct of a programmer and computer engineer. Ji Yunlai silently praised himself in his heart.

“No, your soul currently won’t be able to bear it,” The other seemed to see his confused expression and changed his wording, “the storage space is insufficient, and forcefully transfering the system will cause a collapse.”

“You can copy a part or a catalog.” He could settle with some key details to let him know what happened, Ji Yunlai frowned.

“No, some things require a spiritual level of attainment so if your soul is not enough then you can’t accept it.” The other still refused, and explained, “There will be a virus, but you are unable to install a firewall for the time being.”

“…” Then what solution was left? Ji Yunlai was slightly dissatisfied, “Then you should tell me what has happened in the past thousand years. This should be fine, right? Starting from the time I was about to enter the Yunshan Sect. For example, did I manage to buy that “Elementary Talisman Seals”?”

“We bought it as we always have perseverance.” The other smiled briefly.

“There is no other way, my spiritual root is too inferior, so if I don’t work hard then there will definitely be no future.” Ji Yunlai was also very satisfied, “Then, did I enter the Yunshan Sect?”

“No, we bought the book so we didn’t have any extra spiritual stones to bribe the deacon in charge of recruiting outer disciples. Of course we did not get a spot.” The other expressed regret.

“What then? I went to another sect, which is Kun-Lai? Where is my family? Where is my uncle?” When Ji Yunlai transmigrated to this world, both of his parents had died. Extended family, however, took care of him. His uncle would often send some things back from his travels, and it was because of this that he could even begin to cultivate, though it was all very elementary and basic. Otherwise, if he had transmigrated into a poor peasant, it was likely that the story would not be a cultivating one but a farming one.

“After a thousand years, family, relatives, Yun Kingdom… have all disappeared in smoke.” The other’s expression was flat, but a sharp look flashed in his eyes. “Later, you arrived in Kun-Lai, and everything after is a long story. “

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“…” There was a feeling of foul wind and bloody rain, Ji Yunlai was a little worried, “Then what am I going to do now? I don’t know the situation of the sect, who must I have to deal with, and would there be trouble if I reveal my amnesia. How am I supposed to explain?”

“Explain?” The other flashed a meaningful smile, “Xing Dao Master Ji Yunlai, who do you need to explain to? Who is worthy of your explanation?”

TN: Cultivation Stages: Qi Condensation→Foundation Establishment→Golden Core Formation→Nascent Soul→Demigod→Synthesis→ImmortaIization→Ascension→Human Immortal

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After Becoming The Tyrant CH 021 Iron Rose

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The cold late September wind blew through the long corridor.

The Duke of Buckingham passed by the gorgeous oil paintings on both sides of the corridor alone. He remembered the content of every oil painting here, because he and his brother spent a long childhood in this palace.

This was the Metzl Castle, but as the royal palace situated in the capital of Legrand, it had another name:

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The Rose Palace.

In Legrand, the King owned many territories and castles. Many of these castles were used as temporary royal residences. But this castle was different. It was given the name “Rose” and was the heart of the entire Legrand Empire. Its owner and master could only be the King of Legrand.

When he went to the Moon River Fortress for negotiation, the King had handed over the Rose Palace to the Duke of Buckingham, which meant that he had once again granted the power of regency to his uncle.

The Duke of Buckingham did not disappoint this trust. Aside from holding an imperial conference in the Bright Room of the Rose Palace to deal with political affairs, he did not set foot in any part of the castle that belonged to the King. He didn’t even live in the quarters the King arranged for him in the palace.

But today was different.

The place where the Duke of Buckingham was walking towards today was the Bright Room of the Rose Palace——the place where urgent and important meetings were held.

“Good day, Lord Duke.”

Another group of people came face to face with the Duke of Buckingham, the two sides facing each other in a standstill in the large and stately corridor. The leader, dressed in dark black brocade with a white rose pinned on his chest, smiled and greeted the Duke of Buckingham. The people behind him were also all dressed in black, wearing white roses to express their condolences.

“I’m so happy, you are as robust as ever.”

He was Grand Duke Grice.

To some extent, he could also be considered the King’s uncle, because he was the half-brother of the Duke of Buckingham——he was also the son of the mother of William III and the Duke of Buckingham, the deceased Queen Isabel who had remarried.

Unlike the Duke of Buckingham and the former King, Grand Duke Grice did not inherit the iconic silver-hair and ice blue eyes of the Rose family. Instead, he had brilliant blonde hair and light green eyes that were always smiling.

He looked at the Duke of Buckingham in faked surprise: “Could it be you have forgotten something?”

“The King does not need that thing.”

The Duke of Buckingham said coldly, his eyes sweeping across the faces of those wearing white roses.

Those people subconsciously bowed their heads and avoided the old Duke’s gaze. This had Grand Duke Grice faintly annoyed.

“Please don’t say that, Lord Duke.” Grand Duke Grice expressed a very measured and suitable amount of sadness, “This is for my poor nephew.”

“I truly regret.”

The Duke of Buckingham was tall and thin. The cold wind had his cloak flutter and flap, causing him to look like he was surrounded by scarlet blood. At such a close distance, those who faced him could almost smell the metallic scent of blood.

“That my sword was stopped by William back then at the port of Beitna.”

Grand Duke Grice’s face changed suddenly, his smile disappearing from his face.

With a dark expression, he stared at the expressionless Duke of Buckingham with a cold face.

Few people knew that an armed conflict broke out between the Duke of Buckingham and Grand Duke Grice when they were young. The Duke of Buckingham, who was still a young man, threw his half-brother over the ship and then immediately jumped down with his sword in hand. In mid-jump, the Duke had drew his sword out, piercing straight towards the Grand Duke.

After many years, the murderous intent from that sword could still be recalled in detail.

“Move.”

Grand Duke Grice stepped away subconsciously, and the people in black robes behind him also scattered, allowing the lone and proud old Duke to sweep straight by.

“I want to know.”

Grand Duke Grice suddenly laughed coldly.

“After so many years, whose sword will be faster in the end?”

The Duke of Buckingham didn’t answer, his scarlet robe billowing in his wake. From a distance, it looked like a battle flag that was furiously snapping in the wind.

The bell of Metzl Cathedral rang.

Reverberating and deep, the solemn sound of the bell echoed over the entire Rose Palace for a long time. Everyone in the heart of this empire could feel that agitated, volatile tension in the air.

The conference was convened.

………

Bright Room.

Every wall of this room was gorgeously decorated with murals that told stories from the scriptures. The angels which represented judgment and justice looked down on the people from the dome. This had a special political significance because it required everyone participating in the conference to be responsible for all the decisions they made, otherwise God would punish them.

The members of the Imperial Council, the judges, the nobles of the upper house of the council, the archbishops……these important political figures under the King all gathered here today. At their sides were countless lit candles, looking like a sea of lights as they sat in rows in the cold megalithic building.

Except for the Duke, everyone was wearing dark robes and white roses of mourning on their chests.

The debate soon began.

Pureland I was very young and unmarried without any descendants. Therefore, the heir to the throne could only be selected from the King’s relatives.

Grand Duke Grice had prepared for this for a long time, but the most important part of his plan went wrong some time ago——the King saving the Duke of Buckingham in time. This was the last thing he wished to see. But since it happened, Grand Duke Grice could only find ways to reverse this defeat.

He advanced by retreating.

At the subtle hinting of Grand Duke Grice, the Lord Justice Wallingham turned the focus of the dispute to the silent Duke of Buckingham.

He asked sharply, what is your opinion on this matter as the first in line in the succession to the throne? Do you feel you should take over the throne after your nephew?

The torture of the heart surmounted all physical sufferings that come from directly killing the man.

In the entire Legrand Empire, who didn’t know that the only one who would not covet that crown was the Duke of Buckingham? This kind of questioning was simply the greatest insult to the Duke.

Everyone tacitly did not include the Duke of Buckingham among the nobles vying for the throne, but at the same time, everyone was also unable to bypass the existence of the Duke of Buckingham.

As soon as these words came out, the loud debates in the meeting room quieted down.

“My opinion?”

The Duke of Buckingham slowly raised his head, and everyone startled.

The old Duke’s eyes were so cold and sharp, like the ice covering the river in winter.

The Lord Justice Wallingham was a young man. When he was born, the Duke of Buckingham had already curtailed his sharper side. He had never seen the old Duke standing in a sea of blood on the battlefield. He was so arrogant and ignorant that he thought he could provoke a lion!

But soon, he knew just how foolish he was.

This old lion could willingly retract his claws and bow his head to receive the butcher knife from his King or show his bloody fangs for the defense of his King.

The lion might be aging but it was still fierce!

The scarlet cloak suddenly snapped, and the two rows of candles lit in the conference room flickered in an instant. The sound of the sword leaving its sheath was as cold and sharp as an eagle suddenly spreading its wings and soaring into the sky. It echoed in everyone’s ears as the long sword pierced the hard rock long table with such force sparks of fire could be seen.

Under the candlelight, half of the sword had embedded right through the table and the half that was still exposed was as white and gleaming as snow!

At that moment, everyone felt an icy coldness on their scalps, feeling as if the sword was not driven into the long table but rather through their own skulls! No one knew when the old Duke drew his sword, and no one had considered that the old Duke who had been silent for so many years would suddenly display a violent burst one day.

The old Duke of Buckingham put his hands on the hilt of the sword and slowly raised his head, his eyes sweeping the room coldly: “This is my opinion.”

Penetrating cold, murderous intent, and reeking of blood.

Some people were frightened by this sword and sat trembling in their seats while others showed complicated expressions. As for Grand Duke Grice, his face was extremely ugly.

The Duke of Buckingham was a lunatic.

He wore a fancy cloak, but under the cloak, he carried the sharpest sword.

He hadn’t come with any intention of participating in the conference but to announce war on everyone instead.

Perhaps in the turbulent era two hundred years ago, the nobles at that time would be ready to splash the ground with blood, wearing breastplates and swords under their cloaks. But times had changed and now was not like 200 years ago. None of them had considered that the old Duke would be so crazy.

No one dared to speak out.

The sword of the Duke of Buckingham just now had shown that in this conference room, he could draw his sword to kill anyone at any time——he was fully capable of doing it. No one wanted to use his own flesh to test that sword.

“This is how you keep your pledge of allegiance?”

In the huge conference room, only the voice of the old Duke, which was low and deep, could be heard.

Grand Duke Grice knew that he had to stand up, and he confronted the Duke of Buckingham from a distance: “But the King is dead.”

“Did you see the King’s corpse?” The Duke’s gaze instantly swept over to him.

“He died in the forest. Who can be sure that the King’s bones are still there. Shall Legrand have no King the whole time we have yet to find it?” Grand Duke Grice sneered, “Why, do you want to cut off all the heads of everyone here to accompany the King? Do you dare?”

“The King is still alive, and I swear this on my life and honor.”

The Duke of Buckingham stated loudly and decisively.

Some of the people shifted.

They had already accepted the fact that “the King was dead”, but the Duke of Buckingham’s reputation in the Legrand Empire over these many decades lent weight and power to his words, and some people had begun to waver.

“You want everyone to join in your madness?” Grand Duke Grice looked around. “Do you all want to join in his madness? Gentlemen! The Bressi expeditionary army has not yet left! We need a King! The thirty-six states may rebel at any time. Do you all want to watch Legrand fall apart?”

The slight shifting turned into whispers.

“Everyone, with my life, my honor, and my wealth, I guarantee that the King is still living in this world, healthy and sound, and he will return soon.” The Duke of Buckingham’s words were majestic and cold, “Back then, my brother had divided and conferred the lands to you all, and you all offered him your pledge of loyalty.”

“Now is the time for you to make a decision.”

The Duke of Buckingham clapped his hands together.

Instantly, more than a dozen knights entered in file, holding exquisitely crafted trays in their hands. On those trays were placed with iron rose badges. Everyone fell silent.

The Duke of Buckingham put his hands on the hilt of the sword again, and he calmly looked at everyone.

“Either wear the glory of the Rose and guard your promise.” He raised his eyebrows, “Or, betray your oath and be an enemy of the Rose family!”

“You may decide, gentlemen!”

The knights also dressed in blood red cloaks scattered among the crowd with the trays, silent as iron. The nobles recognized them——they were the surviving veteran knights who had accompanied William III on the battlefield. Now they once again donned the scarlet cloak for the son of William III.

There was dead silence, terrible silence.

Finally, someone took off the white rose on his chest and picked up the iron rose badge.

One flower, one flower, another flower.

Then the people wearing the iron rose stood up automatically, joining the side of the long table where the Duke of Buckingham was standing. And the people wearing the white rose got up and sat down on the side of Grand Duke Grice. Within a short period of time, a decision and division took place in the conference room.

In the end, the white rose and the iron rose were clearly demarcated, the atmosphere between the two sides antagonistic.

In terms of the number of people, the side wearing iron roses was very clearly less than that of the white roses. However, each of them was as silent as a steel knife——most of them were people who had followed William III and the Duke of Buckingham on the battlefield. Now, they chose to put their trust once again in their former general, the Duke of Buckingham.

The two sides confronted each other.

The aura of death shrouded them, as if the neighing of war horses and the clanging of iron weapons were echoing in everyone’s ears.

Grand Duke Grice’s face was dark with anger.

It took him nearly ten years to plan the current situation, but the Duke of Buckingham used his own power to turn it into a stalemate between the two sides.

The dream of easily winning the throne popped like a bubble.

“Very good.”

Grand Duke Grice gritted his teeth and sneered.

“We shall see!”

He got up angrily and left with the people who chose him.

The Duke of Buckingham did not bother to look at the other, his gaze on his sword.

He had killed many people in order to put his nephew safely on the throne. Now, in order to keep the throne for his nephew, he did not mind killing more people!

“Now, everyone, do you smell the blood from the throne?”

He spoke softly to himself.

………

1432, winter was approaching.

Following the assassination attempt on the King, a long-simmering turmoil broke out. The Duke of Buckingham had put his life and honor on the gambling table, while the Grand Duke Grice used wealth and future glory as his stake in the gamble. In the stalemate, both sides dispatched their own personnel to search for the King. The difference was that one party was to welcome the King back, and the other was to bring the King’s corpse back.

With the “Iron Rose” and “White Rose” as signs, the Royalist Party and the New Royalist Party split into two factions. One party swore to guard the throne, and one party swore to take the throne.

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At this time, the King himself, whether he was alive or dead, had become a sword.

A sword that could determine the entire situation.

Countless people had a question: Where was the King?

In fact, the King was also on the battlefield.

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After Becoming The Tyrant CH 020 The Knife The King Wants To Borrow

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“If you are in Ingres, what is your status?”

The King asked as he sat by the window, looking out at the streets.

“No status. Your Majesty.” The knight commander laughed bitterly. “In truth, before I was rescued by the Duke, I had a name. Modia Leverin.”

“Leverin?” The King caught on to the key word, “You are a member of the royal family of Ingres.”

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“Yes.” The knight commander replied, “A descendant of an exiled prince. Your Majesty, this is really not something to boast about.”

The King quickly understood why the knight commander said so.

The matter went back to eleven years ago. It was related to a domestic struggle within the State of Ingres.

The father of the knight commander, one of the princes of Ingres at the time, failed in the power struggle for the throne and was accused of having the “intent to murder his brother”, so he was exiled and had to flee Ingres.

This was not a rare thing and such stories abounded in this era.

Right now, wasn’t the King himself experiencing the very same thing?

The only difference was that after the knight commander’s father took him away from the sad place, he unfortunately contracted typhoid fever. Before his death, the knight commander was entrusted to Legrand’s Duke of Buckingham by his father. Perhaps out of political considerations the duke arranged a new identity for the knight commander.

But the King should not have known this.

After hearing the words of the knight commander, the King was not disappointed, but smiled imperceptibly.

He thought that he had indeed stumble across a suitable candidate.

There was a long history of grievances between Ingres and the royal family.

The state was located in the southwest of Legrand.

The first king of Legrand took his cavalry and longbowmen deep into the abdomen of the state of Ingres, and forced the ruler of Ingres to surrender by force. Since then, the royal family of Ingres and Legrand had been repeatedly rocking back and forth between “surrendering” and “rebelling.”

What annoyed the Rose royal family the most was that three hundred years ago, the King of Ingres participated in a murder plot and joined forces with enemies of the royal family to assassinate the then crown prince. So in 1134, the royal family convened a parliament meeting and passed the law that established the inferior status of the Ingres nation.

Since then, the conflict between the two parties had become more intense.

There was no doubt that the ruler of Ingres, who had always been full of hatred for the Legrand royal family, would definitely get involved after news of Legrand’s “death of the king” spread. However, compared to people with bad intentions such as Grand Duke Grice, Ingres was purely a troublemaker.

They only wanted to be a thorn in Legrand’s eye and had no specific goals.

This was also one of the reasons why the King chose Ingres.

Who would have thought that the King would suddenly unite with the people of Ingres when they normally hated each other on a normal day?

In addition, the King also had his considerations.

Thanks to the Duke of Buckingham providing a qualified care for his nephew. Although Pureland I grew up to be a tyrant, he still received a systematic elite crown prince education and had a certain understanding of his own territory. Therefore, the King was able to extract information related to Ingres from his memory.

If it was said that the woodland aristocrats in the north were repeatedly ridiculed by the upper class, then Ingres was directly regarded as dirt underneath their boots.

The natural scenery in Ingres was extremely beautiful——large undeveloped forests, turbulent rivers, and majestic mountains. And it was these mountains, giant valleys, jungles, and rivers that limited the development of Ingres. The land there was barren and internal transportation was difficult.

A joke was often said, “Ingres’ yearly tariff cannot afford a button on the sleeve of Legrand’s King.”

The nobles only regarded Ingres as a laughing stock, but the King saw something that he could borrow and use at this time.

The soldiers of Ingres.

Poor natural conditions made it difficult for Ingres’ agricultural development. Many of them still relied on hunting as an important means of earning a living. The Ingres people who hunted bears and killed leopards in the Taigu mountains were very good fighters, and because of this, Ingres was able to set off rebellions time and time again.

What the King wanted was to borrow this knife that could slaughter bears and leopards.

Ingres’ fighters did not have the strong economic conditions to manufacture armor for their knights and soldiers, nor did they need to be like ordinary nobles in which a lot of retinue must be prepared to follow when the knights leave for war. Therefore, their marching speed was enough for them to be able to cross the mountains in the southwest to penetrate into the battlefield in central Legrand in the shortest time.

So, here was a problem.

How should the King convince Ingres, this hunting knife, to be used by him?

——He handed a letter to the knight commander.

The letter had been present next to the King from the moment the knight commander entered the door. After listening to the knight commander’s words, the King added a few more lines to the letter. Then, he personally sealed the letter with wax.

Except for the King himself, no one knew what was written in it.

“Take this with you, and make your way back to Ingres in the fastest possible time to meet your cousin.” The King said in a calm tone, “Tell him the deadline is only one week.”

The knight commander accepted the letter in confusion.

Ingres was a painful place for him. He vowed to the King that even if he left his life there, he would hand the letter to his cousin.

“Remember.”

When the knight commander walked to the door, the King suddenly spoke.

“You are the knight commander of the vow knights of the King of Legrand as well as the representative of the royal family of Rose.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The knight commander took a deep breath and left with his head held high.

………………

“You’re truly amazing, my Majesty.”

After the knight commander left, the Devil walked out of the shadows in the room. He seemed to have found a new hobby, that was, to appear and disappear unpredictably.

“Look at that poor idiot who was taken advantage of. Even if you gave him a knife, so long as you give him an order, he can insert the knife into his chest without hesitation.”

“Then you might be disappointed.” The King said, “If there is such a knife, it will definitely not be stabbed into my knight.”

The Devil pretended not to understand the meaning of the King’s words: “Yo, I am your loyal hell knight.”

The King sneered.

The Devil was here to remind the King that he should leave.

At this time, besides the knight commander, another vow knight of the King also quietly left in the morning. He was also ordered by the King to escort a secret letter.

After the carriage set off, it took to the road leading towards the palace.

Along the way, more and more cavalry rushed past on the road. As expected by the King, the news that “the king was dead” exploded across Legrand with a thunderous speed on the third day after the attack.

When the King’s carriage stopped in a tavern again, they could already hear people discussing this matter.

The fireplace was warm, the bard and his harp played a frivolous almost lurid tune, and the tavern was full of joy.

Yes, joy.

Contrary to the situation when William III passed away, the people didn’t feel any grief at all……

To put it bluntly, most of the people were very happy. The passing of the tyrant was the best news this year.

The bard fiddled with the old worn strings, and the fools and jesters who also settled here tossed colored balls in a performance for everyone. Most of the people inside were drunk, and everyone toasted and celebrated with “Amen” and “Holy Lord Bless”.

The only sober one was the King’s table in the corner.

The King and his knights were disguised and sat in an inconspicuous manner. The Devil also looked no different from any other ordinary young man. Few people noticed their table, but the noise of the people could still be clearly transmitted to the King’s ears.

The Devil twirled the wine glass with his fingertips to make himself look like the group of drunks. Through the wine glass, he observed the King.

But he was destined to be disappointed.

There was no reaction from the King.

At this time, a clever jester sang an adapted hymn:

“The merciful Lord bless my King

Bless his people and his well-being

Let him live not so honorably, but die very gloriously

Let us sing happily

Thank you Holy Lord! “[1]

This song was originally sung by people on the day the King was born, hoping that he was as great and glorious as his father. At this time, a slight modification was done to the song, and the irony was as simple as it was mean——yes, for Legrand, the death of the tyrant was simply a blessing from the Holy Lord.

The knights at the table couldn’t bear it anymore and put their hands on the hilt of their swords.

The King put down the wine glass he was holding and stopped them with his eyes.

The knights were sitting at the table flushed with rage, while the King acted as if it was not his “death” being celebrated, listening to the noise in the tavern as usual.

At this time, someone had already continued the verse:

“……The benevolent Lord bless my King

Bless his judges and his sheriffs

Bless his forest officers and his guards

It’s best to let them be like my King

So that we can sing happily

Thank you Holy Lord! “[2]

Then they shouted in unison, “Thanks to the Lord.”

The King calmly listened to the whole song.

………………

However, there were still people who would grieve over the news that “the king was dead”.

The Duke of Buckingham was definitely the saddest one.

However, the grief of the Duke was soon buried deep down in his heart. He started investigating the specific course of the matter as quickly as possible as well as maintain a hold on the situation for his nephew.

He did not believe that his nephew was really dead.

“The bloodline of the Rose family cannot die so easily.”

Said the duke who once crossed the Abyss Strait and became the nightmare of the Bressians.

The Duke of Buckingham immediately gave up the cautious and restrained manner he had adapted for his nephew, showing his cold, iron fist. On the day of receiving the bad news, the Duke of Buckingham sent out the soldiers, and all those who dared to promote “the king was dead” on the streets were thrown into prison by him.

The prison in Legrand’s capital was filled in just a few days.

Such ruthless methods would undoubtedly damage the Duke’s reputation, but the Duke didn’t care.

——You know that, yes?

——The only person I can trust now is you.

The old duke recalled the scene on the day the King set off. He had a vague feeling, maybe the King had already foreseen something at that time.

How did he answer at that time?

“I will protect Legrand for you.”

More than ten years ago, he replied this way. More than ten years later, he still answered in the same way.

“Bring my sword.”

The duke ordered.

The Duke of Buckingham wore the red cloak gifted by the King, an iron rose badge pinned to it. His personal guard quickly stepped forward and offered the sword. He took the sword and hung it at his waist. The scarlet cloak covered it.

He was going to participate in the upcoming emergency parliament meeting.

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

The content of the parliament——

Who will inherit the throne?

AN: [1][2] adapted from a 15th-century British ballad, the original text reads “May the merciful God bless my King and his people, have him live great and die gloriously/let us happily sing/Thank God”, at that time, during the reign of Henry V, the country was prosperous and strong.

The Duke of Buckingham’s method of persuasion: Bring my sword.

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