Recently, there have been individuals attempting to leave the city carrying secret letters, only to be intercepted before even reaching the gates. The letters they carried soon became damning evidence.
As confession after confession piled up, the secret letters were laid before Emperor Shunying, who sighed repeatedly, occasionally glancing up at Fang Zhiyi standing before him. "My dear minister, why didn’t you act like this sooner? How could it be that my empire was built upon these noble families?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "That is precisely why the uprising erupted."
News spread that Emperor Shunying would hold court.
The surviving ministers scrambled to the grand hall, their spirits worn down by relentless torment. Nearly every noble family in the capital had been arrested by the Xuanjing Bureau, and some who resisted were shot dead on the spot. Rumor had it their hidden silver and estates had all been confiscated.
The court still appeared full, as if no purge had ever taken place. Yet the remaining ministers were inwardly alarmed—why did they not recognize a single face among those standing beside them?
"The Minister of Revenue—what was his name again?" Emperor Shunying pondered for a long moment.
The newly appointed Minister of Revenue stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Your servant, Wang Chongxi, greets Your Majesty."
At the mention of this name, several ministers paled in fear. Before the rebel army had besieged the capital, they had seen this very name on petitions for reinforcements—Wang Chongxi had been the leader of a rebel faction in the west! But now, none dared speak out of turn. They could only stare at him in uneasy silence.
"Ah, yes, Wang Chongxi. How goes the treasury audit?"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, we have recently confiscated vast amounts of wealth. The treasury is still being tallied, but based on preliminary estimates, it exceeds one hundred million taels of silver."
This declaration stunned not only Emperor Shunying but also the surviving ministers.
What did this mean? In the past, though Emperor Shunying rarely attended court, Cao Ji had always been present. Countless disputes had revolved around budget allocations, with the treasury perpetually hovering at just a few million taels—much of which was further skimmed off by corrupt officials. And now, what had they just heard?
"One hundred million taels?" Emperor Shunying’s eyes gleamed. No emperor disliked a treasury overflowing with silver.
Wang Chongxi added, "And that is a conservative figure. If we include rare treasures and artifacts, I estimate another fifty million taels."
Emperor Shunying leaned back on his throne, thoroughly satisfied. "Excellent! These miserly bastards—when the capital was under siege, they all wept poverty. Now their hidden fortunes have been exposed. How satisfying!"
The old ministers shrank back, fully understanding the implication.
"And the Ministry of Justice? Any reports?"
The newly appointed Minister of Justice stepped forward. "Reporting to Your Majesty, since assuming office, my ministry has expedited the resolution of over nine hundred backlogged cases of wrongful convictions. Work is still ongoing."
"Good!"
Several more ministers stepped forward to deliver their reports. The old officials finally realized—these new colleagues of theirs were almost entirely former rebel leaders! And the one who had elevated them to this golden hall was none other than the man seated beside the throne. Their eyes covertly flickered toward Fang Zhiyi.
For the first time, Emperor Shunying found court sessions rather enjoyable. The men Fang Zhiyi had recruited were all highly capable, handling affairs without constantly deferring to the emperor for every minor decision.
"General Fang, what of your report? Any matters to address?"
Fang Zhiyi rose to his feet. "The Feixiong Army has pacified the northwest. I propose deploying additional forces to suppress rebel factions in the south and disband the local garrisons."
The old ministers were baffled—what rebels in the south?
But Emperor Shunying nodded. "Approved! You have my full authority to proceed."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Meanwhile, in Huaiyang City—a southern border town—the local governor, Governor Hu, was drinking with the garrison commander, General Wang, while embracing a courtesan.
"General Wang, I heard the capital’s defense was successful. Do you think His Majesty will hold it against us?" Governor Hu was uneasy. When news of the capital’s siege had arrived, Huaiyang and other southern cities should have mobilized troops to reinforce the capital. Yet they had all tacitly agreed to remain idle.
General Wang waved dismissively. "You know the emperor. Later, we’ll just send him a few more beauties and some rare treasures—no harm done." He wasn’t wrong. A weak-willed ruler like Emperor Shunying wouldn’t bother settling old scores. His grip on the woman in his arms tightened slightly. "But General Fang… that’s another matter. After all, he’s my superior. Now that he’s won another great victory, I’ll need your help, Governor, to prepare generous gifts."
Governor Hu nodded eagerly. "Of course, no problem. We’ll just notify the Ji and Sun families—we might even profit from this."
General Wang downed his wine in one gulp and slammed the cup onto the table. "Just mentioning them pisses me off! Those high-and-mighty noble families—they’ve gone too far! I had my troops ready to march, but those bastards sent people to stop me!"
Governor Hu quickly tried to calm him. "Careful with your words, General Wang! The noble families hold immense power. Even I have to kowtow to them just to keep my position. Making money isn’t shameful."
General Wang’s face darkened, his drunkenness showing. "I heard Elder Li of the southern thirteen cities was planning to enthrone Prince Dai as emperor. If that got out… heh, the Li family would be finished."
Governor Hu’s expression changed instantly. He hastily dismissed the courtesans. "Don’t speak nonsense! General Wang, you’ve had too much to drink."
Seeing his nervous reaction, General Wang suddenly understood and slapped his own forehead. "Ah, right, I forgot—you’ve got the Hu family behind you. Hah! Pretend I said nothing."
Governor Hu sighed, about to reply, when a guard burst in.
"Disaster, my lord! Disaster!"
"What happened?" Governor Hu’s heart sank with a terrible premonition.
"Merchants from the capital have been allowed to trade freely again. A large group arrived at our gates, but the moment they entered, they overturned their carts and drew weapons hidden beneath! The city gates have already fallen!"
"What?!" both Governor Hu and General Wang shouted in unison. The latter staggered out in a drunken rush, while Governor Hu stood frozen, speechless.
The gates had been completely overrun. Above them fluttered a banner bearing a single bold character: "Heaven."
From a distance, General Wang recognized that tattered flag and halted in disbelief. "Impossible… the Heavenly King’s rebels? Weren’t they crushed by the general? How…?" A terrifying possibility struck him—the capital had fallen! The earlier reports of victory had been lies! The capital’s sealed gates, supposedly to root out bandits, had been nothing but a ruse!
Fear crept into his heart. Years of indulgence had left him too cowardly to raise a sword. The fleeting courage from the wine vanished with the wind.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.
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."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
