This voyage took quite a while. During this period, some other officers from the Ninth War Legion secretly came to visit Fang Zhiyi, but Fang Zhiyi just closed his eyes and rested.
It wasn't until the spaceship landed on a huge planet.
"He's a hero. If it weren't for him, we'd have become the laughingstock of the Starfield Army," Hu Lie lit another cigarette. "Who knows, we might have ended up like the Twelfth War Legion, being branded as cowards and exiled to the border."
Another officer beside him forced a smile. "So what? He's the Starfield Governor, and an opportunistic one at that. Entering the war zone without permission and murdering the war legion commander are facts that no one can cover up."
Hu Lie's eyes turned sinister. "I'll accompany him to the end if need be! Everyone knows that the former commander was just there to gain some prestige. All he thought about was getting promoted and making a fortune. He never cared about our lives. He got so many people killed for a human traitor. Tell me, what crime did Fang Zhiyi commit? He just did the right thing!"
Everyone understood the truth, but no one could change the situation. The main planet of the empire was full of guard troops. Trying to launch a rebellion here was no different from seeking death.
The Templar Knights escorting Fang Zhiyi had set off. Fang Zhiyi was sitting in the prison van. His eyes swept over the on - looking civilians, and he curiously looked around. This city was really shabby. High - rise buildings made of cement and steel were everywhere, and the air was shrouded in a layer of black fog. Taking a few deep breaths made his lungs ache.
When passing by an empty square, Fang Zhiyi stopped in his tracks. He saw a huge sculpture, a rather crude giant mech statue that looked like a handicraft made by a child.
"Hey, Little Hei."
Little Hei nodded. "It looks familiar."
"It's strange. I seem to have seen this thing somewhere..."
Suddenly, Little Hei slapped his head. "Isn't this the mech you asked Old Ghost to drive before?"
Fang Zhiyi stared at Little Hei with wide eyes.
Little Hei was also stunned. "Wait, wait. I'll immediately send a message to the bureau to check it out!"
Fang Zhiyi was almost directly escorted to the tribunal. Looking at the judges sitting in the main seats and then at those so - called noble council members, Fang Zhiyi inexplicably felt a bit sarcastic.
Had the parliamentary system he established back then ultimately failed to avoid being corrupted?
"Got the news. The headquarters confirmed that this is the world you once stayed in... The current time is... the 1100th year since the establishment of the empire."
Fang Zhiyi sighed. "It's been a thousand years..."
"The currently accessible information shows that... they were attacked by a swarm of insects during their first expansion. They managed to stabilize the situation only with the technological support from the Emperor..."
"The Emperor?" Fang Zhiyi was a bit confused. He remembered that he had abolished the imperial throne back then.
Little Hei nodded. "Indeed. Moreover... according to the original owner's account, apart from the parliament, no one has ever seen the Emperor in person. Most people regard the Emperor as a legend, and they even joke that the empire's most elite imperial guards are protecting an empty palace. According to the empire's historical records, there are only rumors about the Emperor until the 500th year, and there has been no record since then."
Fang Zhiyi murmured. "The only one who could live for 500 years... is probably that guy."
Little Hei nodded. "It's also a miracle. I remember that he initially wanted to take over your body, and unexpectedly, he grew powerful."
Fang Zhiyi looked up. The personal guard of the war legion commander was testifying about what had happened at that time. They described it in great detail, including the posture in which the war legion commander died on the ground.
"Little Hei, I suddenly don't want to submit the mission anymore."
"Understood." Little Hei nodded.
The officers of the Ninth War Legion led by Hu Lie had already discussed the matter of retracting their statements in court, but to their surprise, Fang Zhiyi pleaded guilty!
He pleaded guilty even before they could speak! He fully admitted to every charge.
The rule of the tribunal is to conduct a second verification. Even for a serious criminal like Fang Zhiyi, this process is required. However, since he fully confessed to the crimes, the supervision was a bit more relaxed, and his request for a visit was even approved.
The tribunal simply thought that he wanted to leave his last words.
When Hu Lie came to visit him, he was frowning and pondering something.
"Sir, why did you plead guilty?"
"What they said is the truth," Fang Zhiyi's words left Hu Lie speechless.
"But, but it was clearly that playboy who was in the wrong first. The war legion commander made poor decisions, resulting in a large number of civilian and soldier casualties..." Hu Lie said anxiously. In his opinion, if it weren't for Fang Zhiyi's actions, the Ninth War Legion would not only have borne the name of a defeated army but also lost more people.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "You're good at fighting, but you don't understand politics. They know all these things you mentioned. What they don't allow is someone challenging their rules."
"Sir, if you need... " The words "break out of prison" hadn't been spoken yet.
Fang Zhiyi suddenly leaned closer. "There is really something I need your help with. If I hadn't pleaded guilty, you probably wouldn't have been able to visit me, and that would have been troublesome."
Hu Lie looked at the governor in front of him with a suspicious look at his sly expression.
Patriarch Gu was waiting for information from his subordinates. He had mobilized troops from other war legions nearby to search for the whereabouts of his youngest son, but he still hadn't found any trace of him, which made him a bit anxious. Being doting on his son, he had initially agreed to his son's request to let him return to the empire as a peace ambassador and then use his own influence to push him into the parliament.
The most important thing was that Gu Yuan said there were minerals they needed on the home planet of the blue - skinned aliens. Compared with these benefits, the deaths of some civilians and troops were nothing to mention. However, the sudden action of this crazy governor messed up their plan.
"Councilman, the officer who visited the criminal has come out."
"Okay, where did he go?"
As the head of the Gu family, Patriarch Gu naturally knew all kinds of things happening in the imperial capital. This was to prevent unexpected situations and to monitor the other families.
"He, he went to the palace."
Patriarch Gu was stunned. The palace? The empty palace guarded by the imperial guards?
He was a bit puzzled.
According to the records passed down from generation to generation in the family, the Emperor still appeared in the palace 500 years ago, but since then, the Emperor had never shown up again. All matters were decided by the parliament, that is, their noble class.
It wasn't that no one had ever wanted to explore the palace, but the imperial guards standing there were so cold - blooded that they didn't seem human, and no one could get close to the palace. Over time, people just gave up.
Even if the Emperor was still alive, the empire was no longer under his control now. At most, he was just a figurehead.
Thinking of this, Patriarch Gu shook his head self - mockingly. He was overthinking. No human could live for a thousand years.
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.
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?"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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."
