The first page of the genealogy.
The people of the Mobei grasslands are skilled in mounted archery, their diet consists primarily of meat, and they live as nomads following water and pastures.
The meat is tough, hard to chew and swallow. It can be roasted using fierce fire and boiling oil. Though the taste is mediocre, it is filling and can be stored for a long time.
Temujin's eyes widened when he saw the introduction on the genealogy; he was completely dumbfounded.
What tough meat that is hard to chew?
What was this talking about?
Was it talking about the sheep of the grasslands?
As for other possibilities, he simply did not dare to think about them.
This Tuoba Lie... is truly wicked!
Had this genealogy not been delivered by his subordinates, he would have thrown it on the ground and burned it long ago!
If this were to spread, would people actually treat them, the people of the grasslands, as military rations? This was too terrifying!
Temujin's mouth twitched, and then he turned to the second page.
The second page of the genealogy.
The Kingdom of Wu Zhou has Five Surnames and Seven Prominent Families, each with a thousand years of heritage. Their foundations are profound, and their wealth is inexhaustible!
They are the Wang clan of Taiyuan, the Cui clan of Qinghe, the Zheng clan of Xingyang...
Among them, the Wang clan of Taiyuan is the most crisp and refreshing. They can be steamed, braised, or boiled in a hot pot... However, I, a certain Cheng, have a fondness for roasted meat, so I cannot eat them!
The Five Surnames and Seven Prominent Families have numerous descendants located in various places, such as Luoyang City, Chang'an County, and Guangling Commandery...
Temujin's eyes stared blankly.
He swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he held the genealogy.
For some reason, he suddenly felt as if he had triggered some mysterious taboo.
Reading this book felt like discarding his humanity and degenerating into a wild beast, utterly deranged!
This book is simply the devil!
Modun leaned in next to Temujin, looked down at the genealogy, and involuntarily wiped a bit of drool.
Braised, steamed, deep-fried... It truly had too much magic.
Just reading it made one want to give it a try.
Yet, he also knew deeply.
This kind of practice was absolutely inhumane!
Treating people as food, as two-legged sheep, was something that would only happen when morality collapsed, an entire army ran out of food, and they were pushed to the absolute brink.
Even he did not dare to lightly touch this taboo!
This book was absolutely not written by Tuoba Lie!
Temujin took a deep breath, a solemn look flashing in his eyes.
It was too wicked!
This genealogy could actually affect his mind!
After steadying his mind, Temujin continued reading, preparing to open the third page.
The moment his hand touched the third page, it felt as though he had been burned, and he quickly pulled it back.
It is better not to continue reading!
What if the contents on here bewitch my mind?
The first and second pages had already shaken his resolve.
If the third page contained something like gaining immortality by devouring people, he feared he would completely succumb!
My pursuit is to strengthen the grassland tribes and make my Mongol people the rulers of this land!
To make every Mongol like a dragon! To build a great empire!
As for other things...
Temujin shook his head, forcefully calming the restlessness in his heart, and put the genealogy away.
He did not dare to think about it, nor could he think about it.
Otherwise, the future troubles would be endless!
Temujin drew his golden scimitar!
Warriors of my grasslands!
He roared to the nine hundred thousand iron cavalry behind him!
Now we will pillage the noble families and prominent clans of Wu Zhou and take the fruits of our victory!
Let the gold, silver, treasures, and endless provisions be hauled back to our grasslands cart by cart!
Let the wealth of Wu Zhou become the wealth of our Mongol people!
Temujin held his golden scimitar high, a fanatical look revealed in his pupils!
Hah!
Pillage the noble families and prominent clans! Take the fruits of victory that belong to us!
The nine hundred thousand iron cavalry, surging like a great river, swept toward the lands of Wu Zhou!
A fierce wind kicked up dust that filled the sky, sweeping across the wilderness!
The lands of Wu Zhou were shrouded in the flames of war and pillaging!
When encountering commoners, Temujin simply ignored them.
It was not because he was so kind.
Rather, it was because these ordinary commoners had no value at all.
They had no food.
And having gold or silver was even more impossible.
Robbing the wealth of the commoners was not only the act of a fool, but also a waste of time.
What if Qin Xiao caught up?
Along the way, Temujin led his army to specifically seek out prominent families and large clans. One by one, these incredibly wealthy noble families were completely bathed in blood and looted.
Countless wealth gathered, becoming the possessions in Temujin's bag!
......
Meanwhile.
Qin Xiao, you are here to save me, right?
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou looked at Qin Xiao and the mighty host of Great Qin soldiers behind him.
Her eyes were bright and full of excitement.
Rest assured, since you have saved me, I shall forgive you. From this day forward, your Great Qin and my Wu Zhou shall be the staunchest of allies!
The Female Emperor of Wu Zhou climbed up from the ground, adjusted her armor, and tidied her messy hair.
She tried her best to make herself look more majestic.
However.
As soon as these words were spoken.
Not only were the civil and military officials of the Great Zhou court left dumbfounded.
Even Qin Xiao was slightly taken aback.
No, seriously, buddy.
How can you be so shameless?
With which eye did you see that I was here to save you?
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
