Shameless Dog Emperor

And Wang Hao had completely entered the zone. With a grand wave of his hand, he established a new organization right on the spot.

"Wei Zhongxian!"

"This old servant is here!"

"From now on, I am establishing the Secret Realm Anti-Corruption and Inspection Department. You will be the first Chief Inspector. Your sole duty is to raid, audit, recover funds, and prevent any hoarding, embezzling, or under-reporting of assets."

"If anyone dares to hide even a single scrap of iron, search their bags first, then strip their pants, and let the entire army watch."

Wei Zhongxian's eyes lit up as if he had just heard a heavenly melody.

Raiding!

Auditing!

Anti-corruption!

Wasn't this his true calling?

"Rest assured, Your Majesty!" Wei Zhongxian patted his chest, his voice trembling with excitement. "This old servant is best at this! Even if they sew treasures into their crotches, stuff them in their shoes, or hide them in the gaps of their teeth, this old servant will dig them out!"

Xiao Chen and the others felt their scalps go numb.

Especially when the words strip their pants and let the entire army watch came out, the ten of them subconsciously squeezed their legs together.

This dog emperor was too toxic.

It was one thing to rob them of their fortuitous encounters, but why did he always manage to accurately pinpoint everyone's most shameful, socially fatal weak points?

However, before they could even digest this humiliation, facts proved that Wang Hao wasn't just joking around.

Because someone really did have crooked thoughts.

It was a rogue cultivator prodigy among the ten temporary workers named Han Lie. He usually kept a low profile but was most skilled at concealment and pilfering. Taking advantage of everyone's attention being on the center of the Weapon Burial Terrace, he quietly bent down and stuffed a fist-sized, pitch-black metal fragment with faint silver runes flowing inside it into his sleeve.

His movements were extremely fast, thinking he had done it completely unnoticed by gods or ghosts.

Unfortunately, he underestimated Wang Hao's lack of morals.

He also underestimated the occupational disease of the Western Depot.

Almost in the very next second after he hid it, Wei Zhongxian's old eyes lit up like a wild dog smelling blood.

"Your Majesty! Someone is embezzling state-owned assets!"

Han Lie stiffened all over, his heart skipping a beat.

Before he could even open his mouth to quibble, Yu Huatian appeared behind him like a ghost, the cold scabbard of his Embroidered Spring Blade pressing directly against his waist.

"Will you hand it over yourself, or should this commander do it personally?"

Cold sweat instantly poured down Han Lie's forehead. He forced a smile, "Mis... misunderstanding... I just picked it up to take a look..."

"Take a look?" Wang Hao strolled over leisurely, smiling genially. "Alright then, open your sleeve and let everyone take a look together."

Han Lie still wanted to struggle, but Wei Zhongxian took action personally. In a few quick moves, he shook out the black fragment from the cuff of his sleeve.

At that moment, the eyes of everyone around them fell on Han Lie.

Han Lie's face instantly flushed the color of pig liver, wishing he could dig a hole on the spot and bury himself.

Wang Hao looked at him, clicking his tongue and shaking his head, his tone filled with bitter disappointment.

"Young man, there is a problem with your mindset."

"The organization worked so hard to cultivate you, give you opportunities, provide a platform, bring you into the Secret Realm, and let you shine. Yet your first thought is to line your own pockets?"

"Are you worthy of my trust? Are you worthy of the imperial court? Are you worthy of the common people of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"

Han Lie was scolded so badly his face burned, yet he couldn't talk back a single word.

Because if you only looked at the surface logic... it actually seemed like he was the one in the wrong.

"This old servant suggests that, according to what Your Majesty just said, we first search his bags, and then..." Wei Zhongxian's sinister gaze swept downwards.

Han Lie was instantly scared out of his wits. "Don't! I'll hand it over! I'll hand it all over! I was wrong! Your Majesty, I won't ever dare do it again!"

"It's good that you know your mistake."

Wang Hao nodded like a magnanimous boss.

"Since it's your first offense and you show remorse, I will give you a chance to turn over a new leaf."

"Your punishment is to pick up thirty extra weapon fragments today, and when you hand them in, you will only get half the work points."

Han Lie was speechless.

This was worse than beating him up.

Seeing this, the other temporary workers around them completely behaved themselves.

Those who originally still had thoughts of secretly hiding some things now completely suppressed those petty schemes. Because they suddenly realized that in front of this dog emperor, corruption wasn't the scariest thing; the scariest thing was failing at corruption and suffering a public social death.

Soon, under Wang Hao's personal guidance, a bizarre yet comical sense of order actually emerged in the outer area of the Weapon Burial Terrace.

The Royal Imperial Guards were responsible for the outer perimeter security.

The eunuchs of the Western Depot were responsible for registering and making inventories.

The guards of the Eastern Depot held up Shadow Stones to record the entire process on video.

The ten Children of Destiny, who were usually arrogant and proud, now all had dark faces, suppressing their anger with red eyes, rummaging through the piles of broken weapons just like a group of miners forced to work overtime.

"Your Majesty, this broken sword contains a wisp of wind-attribute law intent."

"Register it, Grade B resource."

"Your Majesty, the material of these gauntlets is special, it might be mixed with ancient Star Meteorite Iron."

"Register it, Grade A-minus."

"Your Majesty, this piece of shattered armor is stained with ancient fist intent, suitable for body refiners to comprehend."

"Register it, and add a note: if Rong Xiaotian performs well, he can have priority to rent it for three days."

Rong Xiaotian, who was picking up items, twitched his entire face upon hearing the words rent it for three days.

Rent?

I painstakingly dug this treasure out of the dirt, and you turn around and tell me I can have priority to rent it for three days?

Was this exploring a Secret Realm for treasures, or had he entered an illegal black mine to do hard labor?

But in the end, he didn't dare utter a sound.

Because Wang Hao didn't just have strength; he also had a set of nearly invincible logical tyranny—he could always package a very bastardly thing into a very reasonable, even highly advanced institutional innovation.

The more they thought about it, the more stifled they felt, and the more stifled they felt, the less they dared to act out.

And during this process, only Shen Xue never truly participated in the mining.

She stood on a slightly higher stone step, her gaze sweeping the surroundings, her frown deepening.

She had seen similar records in ancient texts.

The Martial God Battlefield wasn't simply a place to bury weapons, but a massive structure of layers within layers. The outer periphery usually consisted of areas like the Weapon Burial Terrace, Armor Burning Pit, and Remnant Soul Slope. The true core of the inheritance was located much deeper.

In other words—

This place was full of treasures, but it was also highly likely just the appetizer.

"What are you thinking about?"

Wang Hao walked up beside her at some unknown time.

Shen Xue glanced at him, was silent for a moment, and still spoke in a low voice, "This should only be the outer periphery of the Martial God Battlefield. The true core inheritance isn't here."

Wang Hao raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"I've seen fragmented records in ancient texts. The outer layer of the Martial God Battlefield buries weapons, the middle layer buries generals, the deep layer buries intent, and the very center... is the place where the Martial God truly left his mark."

"Although these broken weapons are precious, they are more like the ruins left behind after a great war, rather than the inheritance itself."

After hearing this, Wang Hao wasn't disappointed at all. Instead, his eyes grew even brighter.

"That's a good thing."

Shen Xue was taken aback. "You don't think it's a pity?"

"A pity for what?" Wang Hao said righteously. "If the outer periphery is this rich, how rich must the inside be? I am too busy being happy right now."

"Besides, these things on the outer periphery can't go to waste either. Inheritances are inheritances, and scrap is scrap. I have never been a picky eater."

Shen Xue looked at his greedy appearance that practically said I don't even plan to leave a sip of soup for anyone else, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly, suddenly not knowing what to say.

This man... was truly refreshing the lower limits of shamelessness every single moment.

Right at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

In the center of the Weapon Burial Terrace, the broken sword that had been quietly thrust into the black stone pedestal suddenly trembled slightly.

Hum—

A deep and domineering sword cry suddenly echoed throughout the entire ruin.

Everyone's movements stalled at the same time.

Immediately after, the residual killing intent between heaven and earth seemed to be disturbed. Countless broken weapons and shattered armors hummed in unison, as if paying homage to some king.

Ye Guyun's expression drastically changed.

Because he felt that the sword intent of that broken sword had locked straight onto him!

No, it was more than just a lock.

It was an almost instinctive call.

The broken sword on his back began to tremble madly, and the sword heart within his body produced a bizarre resonance with that broken sword.

At this moment, Ye Guyun seemed to hear an ancient and desolate voice calling out to him.

Come.

Pull me out.

Accept me.

Inherit the unfinished killing intent of this battlefield.

His eyes instantly became incomparably sharp, and he even subconsciously took a step forward.

The people around also noticed this scene.

A divine weapon choosing its master?

Xiao Chen's eyes widened, filled with both envy and jealousy.

Rong Xiaotian was also so sour his teeth ached: How is this possible? Old Ye usually keeps a straight deadpan face, why would even the secret realm's divine weapon like this type?

Yun Meng covered her mouth and chuckled softly, whispering: Tsk, here comes the hot-blooded trope.

Shen Xue frowned slightly, faintly feeling that things would not be so simple.

And Wang Hao, standing to the side, narrowed his eyes slightly.

His smile quickly became profoundly meaningful.

Because he had already smelled it—

The scent of intercepting someone else's fortune.

The sword cry trembled, and the myriad weapons on the Weapon Burial Terrace resonated.

That broken sword thrust into the black stone pedestal was like a ferocious beast that had slumbered for ten thousand years finally opening an eye. The terrifying sword intent spread out layer by layer like the tide, pressing down until the surrounding air rippled with fine waves.

And everyone's gaze fell upon Ye Guyun.

There was no helping it, this scene was simply too much like a classic trope from a storybook—

A genius enters a secret realm, a divine weapon resonates with them, and under the watchful eyes of the masses, a peerless opportunity takes the initiative to acknowledge them as its master, soaring into the sky from then on.

Ye Guyun himself was also a bit dazed.

He had been obsessed with swords since childhood, with a proud and aloof nature. Along the way, he had suffered countless hardships and faced countless cold stares, always firmly believing that true experts were never created through charity, but honed in desperate situations. So even though he was forcibly drafted into Wang Hao's Great Zhou Temporary Worker system, the fire belonging to a heaven-chosen genius deep in his heart had never truly extinguished.

And now, the resonance of this broken sword seemed to be proving one thing to him.

You are still the one chosen by destiny.

You are not a miner.

You are the main character.

In that instant, Ye Guyun actually had the urge to cry.

The frustration of being suppressed by Wang Hao, humiliated by the system, forced to work for the imperial court, and having to hand over his fortuitous encounters, seemed to all find a trace of an outlet at this moment.

In the end... there is still something that truly belongs to me.

He slowly stepped forward, the sword intent on his body spontaneously rising.

The broken sword also trembled gently, and from those seemingly old cracks on the blade, traces of dark golden light actually began to seep out. A desolate, domineering killing intent that almost cut across the ages shot straight into the clouds, as if welcoming its long-awaited inheritor.

Xiao Chen's eyes were almost red.

Damn it, why does it have to be him...

Rong Xiaotian was also so sour it was like he had swallowed a vat of aged vinegar.

Even Shen Xue and Yun Meng slightly changed their expressions.

They could all see that this broken blade was absolutely no ordinary item, and might even involve clues to a true Martial God. If it really acknowledged Ye Guyun as its master, this guy's future would probably directly usher in a qualitative transformation.

Ren Mingyue quietly glanced at Wang Hao.

She really wanted to know whether His Majesty the Emperor, who always plucked feathers from passing geese and even confiscated residual weapons as state property, would show even a little bit of martial virtue in the face of this classic scene of a divine weapon choosing its master.

The answer was—no.

Not only no.

He would even crush martial virtue and mix it into his rice to eat.

Right at the instant Ye Guyun was about to step within ten zhang of the broken blade, Wang Hao suddenly moved.

Without any wind-up, without the slightest bit of politeness, and certainly without the demeanor of saying Since the divine weapon has chosen its master, We shall help fulfill this beautiful destiny.

He directly took a step forward, cutting right in front of Ye Guyun, and then raised his hand to deliver a slap.

Slap!

This slap was not heavy; it was purely humiliating in nature.

Ye Guyun was completely slapped silly, staggering two steps as a bright red handprint quickly appeared on his face.

The entire venue fell dead silent.

Ye Guyun covered his face, his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't believe what he had just experienced.

Your... Your Majesty?

Your Majesty my foot. Wang Hao shook his hand, looking as self-righteous as if he were enforcing the law. Who authorized you to privately contact unearthed cultural relics?

Cultural... relics? Ye Guyun's brain was buzzing.

Nonsense. Wang Hao pointed at that broken sword, his expression solemn and dignified. This sword was unearthed in a Martial God secret realm within the borders of my Great Zhou. It possesses significant historical, cultural, strategic, and research value. According to the law, it should be uniformly stored in the Royal Inner Treasury.

Your behavior just now, putting it lightly, is called the unauthorized use of a national treasure; putting it heavily, it is called illegal excavation and attempting to take it for yourself.

Ye Guyun, you have a lot of nerve.

Ye Guyun almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

The surrounding crowd was also completely dumbfounded.

Especially Xiao Chen, who had originally been extremely jealous, but now suddenly felt that Ye Guyun was a bit pitiful, even giving rise to a bit of sympathy like a fox mourning the death of a hare.

This freaking hot-blooded trope of a divine weapon choosing its master could actually be forcefully twisted by Wang Hao into a live popularization of the Cultural Relics Protection Law.

How could a person be shameless to such a degree?

Ye Guyun's face turned pale and then green, his fists clenched until the knuckles cracked, and a trace of almost unsuppressible anger flashed in his eyes.

Your Majesty! The broken sword resonates with my sword dao, this is destiny, not private theft!

Destiny? Wang Hao sneered. You talk about destiny in front of Us?

You also have destiny with the entire Great Zhou, does that mean the Great Zhou all belongs to you too?

Stop trying to fool Us with these empty words. We only recognize one principle—whoever owns the territory calls the shots.

This secret realm is within the borders of the Great Zhou, this sword is beneath Our feet, so it is Ours.

Do you have a problem with that?

As soon as the last few words came out, Wang Hao's eyes instantly turned cold.

The oppressive feeling in that instant was actually more suffocating than when he violently beat Lin Wuwang earlier.

Ye Guyun's breath stalled.

Reason told him that he could not fall out with him.

At least, not right now.