The purge had ended, and the heavy doors of the Ganquan Palace were finally pushed open slowly.
The cold wind from outside swept in, blowing away the heavy stench of blood. Wang Hao leaned back on the dragon throne, his fingers gently massaging his throbbing temples. However, his eyes were astonishingly bright, like burning stars in the dark of night.
The bloody slaughter just now did not make him feel fear; instead, it allowed him to experience an extreme thrill of holding the power of life and death. But he was not blinded by this thrill. As a transmigrator who had read countless histories, he was very clear about the current situation.
The shameless faces of the civil and military officials in the Hall of Supreme Harmony today were still vivid in his mind. The national treasury was empty, and the border was in a state of emergency. Instead of thinking about how to solve the problems, they forced him, the emperor, to pay out of his own pocket, and even wanted to take the opportunity to usurp his imperial power.
If he acted like a reckless youth and personally went down to debate and wrangle with those old foxes in the court, that would be utterly stupid. The emperor was born to be a supreme arbiter. How could he shamelessly fight in the ring with his ministers?
"Jiajing..." Wang Hao muttered this name softly, a profound smile appearing on his lips.
The Jiajing Emperor of the Ming Dynasty did not hold court for more than twenty years, yet he played the civil and military officials in the palm of his hand. What did he rely on? He relied on eunuchs! He relied on the Brocade Guards and the Eastern Depot!
Let these eunuchs bite people and fight with the civil officials! The civil officials scolded the eunuchs as the eunuch faction and powerful eunuchs. To protect themselves, the eunuchs could only cling tightly to the emperor's thigh and become the sharpest blade in the emperor's hands. Raise the rank of the Directorate of Ceremonial and forge them into the "Cabinet" of the inner court. Let the Directorate of Ceremonial do the red-inking, and let the Eastern and Western Depots arrest people. Let these slaves do all the dirty and tiring work of taking the blame, offending people, and getting their hands covered in blood!
The emperor only needed to sit behind the scenes, control the overall situation, and hold the ultimate power of life and death!
Figuring this out, Wang Hao's mood instantly improved.
Just then, Hai Dafu led a few trusted young eunuchs, holding thick account books, and walked briskly into the hall. Although the fat eunuch was still coughing, his originally pale face was flushed with extreme excitement.
"Reporting to Your Majesty!" Hai Dafu's voice trembled with excitement as he knelt heavily on the ground. "We have struck it rich! Your Majesty, great joy!"
Wang Hao raised an eyebrow and sat up straight. "Have you finished counting? How much was confiscated in total?"
Hai Dafu held the account books high above his head and reported in a trembling voice, "To reply to Your Majesty! After a preliminary inventory, just from the estates and private treasuries of Liu Xi, Wang An, Fulin, and twenty-four other seal-holding eunuchs, we have confiscated a total of... twenty-eight million taels of silver! And one hundred and twenty thousand taels of gold!"
"Hiss..."
As soon as these words came out, even the always expressionless Brocade Guard Commander Pei Jingzhe could not help but gasp.
Twenty-eight million taels of silver! One hundred and twenty thousand taels of gold!
The national taxation of the Great Zhou Dynasty, even during good weather and prosperous years, was only sixty million taels! These damn eunuchs had actually scraped together hard silver equivalent to half of the Great Zhou's taxes right inside the palace! And this did not even include the manors, fertile fields, pawnshops, calligraphy, paintings, and antiques they had just confessed to, which had not yet been confiscated!
Wang Hao was stunned.
He knew these people were greedy, but he never dreamed that so much money could be confiscated! Adding the one hundred million taels of silver principal he already had in his system space...
"I am so poor right now that all I have left is money!" Wang Hao laughed wildly in his heart. The gloom of being forced into a corner by Zhang Taiji and his gang in the Hall of Supreme Harmony just now was instantly swept away.
With this money, what did the barbarian-blasting cannons in the Northern Territory matter? What did the disaster relief grain in Jiangnan matter? He could smash those Tartars to death with silver and fill the floods of Jiangnan with steamed buns!
"Besides gold and silver," Hai Dafu continued to report, "there are also six hundred thousand acres of premium irrigated land around the capital, one hundred and twenty prime shops in the capital, and all kinds of rare pills, high-level talismans, and divine weapons that fill thirty large warehouses!"
Wang Hao slapped his thigh and laughed out loud. "Good! Good! Good! These giant rats died a worthy death! They saved up so much wealth for Us over the years, We thank their ancestors to the eighth generation!"
Seeing the emperor's great joy, the eunuchs below were also beaming with delight. The newly appointed Sun Li, Wei Zhongxian, and others immediately knelt on the ground in unison, shouting, "Your Majesty's vast fortune reaches the heavens! Long live the Great Zhou!"
Words of flattery echoed in the grand hall.
After Wang Hao's hearty laughter, his eyes regained their clarity. He knew that an emperor does not deploy starving soldiers. Since he was eating meat, he had to let this pack of mad dogs under him drink some soup, so they would bite harder when commanded.
Our glory shall never be enjoyed alone!
"Pass down Our decree!" Wang Hao waved his large hand heroically. "Those who have merit in protecting the emperor and purging the inner court today shall be heavily rewarded!"
"Sun Li, Wei Zhongxian, Cao Zhengchun, Yu Huatian, Cao Shaoqin, and Hai Dafu, the six of you will each be rewarded with fifty thousand taels of silver! Bestowed a bottle of Heaven-rank low-grade Rejuvenation Pills from the inner treasury! You may each choose any Heaven-rank low-grade cultivation technique from the imperial martial treasury! The other seal-holding eunuchs will receive ten thousand taels each."
The six grand eunuchs trembled with excitement. Fifty thousand taels of silver was no small amount, and it was bestowed by the emperor, obtained openly and aboveboard. Not to mention the top-grade spirit stones and supreme cultivation techniques!
"This old slave thanks Your Majesty for your heavenly grace! We are willing to be ground to dust for Your Majesty!"
Wang Hao's gaze turned to Pei Jingzhe, who had been standing ramrod straight. This Brocade Guard Commander not only held the fort today but also personally executed the cruel punishment of lighting the sky lantern. He was absolutely a good blade.
"Pei Jingzhe!"
"This subject is here!"
"As the Commander of the Brocade Guards, you accompanied Us to encircle and suppress the rebels and eradicate the anomalies the day before yesterday. Your contributions are indispensable! We reward you with fifty thousand taels of silver and bestow upon you an imperial gold medallion, allowing you to enter the palace for an audience at any time! Furthermore, your position as Commander of the Brocade Guards is promoted from upper third rank to lower second rank!"
On Pei Jingzhe's eternally unchanging icy face, an unconcealable excitement finally emerged. From upper third rank to lower second rank seemed like only half a grade, but it was a massive chasm for military officials. More importantly, he felt the heavy trust of the emperor; this was true imperial favor!
"This subject, Pei Jingzhe, thanks Your Majesty for your profound grace! This subject's embroidered spring blade shall only be drawn for Your Majesty in this life! Should anyone dare to defy the Son of Heaven, this subject will surely sever them!" Pei Jingzhe knelt on one knee, his voice ringing like a great bell.
The money was in place, and both grace and might had been applied.
Looking at the pack of fierce beasts at the base of the steps, their eyes shining as if they were ready to rush out and tear apart the enemy at any moment, Wang Hao put away his smile, his gaze becoming incomparably sharp.
"Now that the rejoicing is over, it is time to get down to business."
Wang Hao slowly swept his gaze over the crowd, his voice echoing in the spacious hall, carrying an unquestionable imperial will.
"At the Grand Court Assembly in three days, We will launch an unprecedented major case! We will use the blood of those corrupt officials to pay homage to the ancestors of the Great Zhou, and to reshape this bright and clear world!"
"For the next three days, We want you to turn this imperial capital of the Great Zhou completely upside down for Us!"
"Since we are going to handle a major case, it must be an ironclad case! A dead case from which it is impossible to ever turn over!"

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”