"What, what are you doing?"
"Innocent civilians?" Fang Zhiyi asked with a half-smile. "You call them innocent civilians? Do innocent civilians brandish swords and spears?"
Gongsun Hu remained stubborn. "Don't think you can threaten me with a blade just because you are the Commander's brother. I am a Battalion Commander of the imperial court, and I will definitely report today's matter!"
"Zhiyi!" Tang Zhilin was also a bit dazed. What was going on here?
But then his mouth dropped open, because blood began to gush from Gongsun Hu's neck. Unable to speak any longer, the man simply clutched his neck in panic, continuously making a gurgling sound.
The scene fell silent. The soldiers who had just killed the rebels looked at Fang Zhiyi with nervous expressions.
"Brothers, you all just killed the rebels and established military merits. Is that right or not?" Fang Zhiyi asked as he watched Gongsun Hu slowly collapse.
The soldiers looked at each other. After a long moment, one man stepped forward, holding his sword backhanded, and cupped his fists in salute. "To answer my Lord, yes!"
Fang Zhiyi turned to look at him, his eyes full of appreciation. "But what if someone doesn't want you to claim your merits, and even speaks up for the rebels? What should be done?"
"Kill!"
"That's right." Fang Zhiyi tossed the blade in his hand to the soldier who had saluted. "What evidence is needed to exterminate rebels? Look, the rebels murdered this... uh... Battalion Commander." He glanced at the clothes of Gongsun Hu, who was lying on the ground.
"This is the best evidence."
Everyone present was stunned.
A pure frame-up?
No, not exactly a frame-up. These people had indeed wielded weapons against the government troops, but Battalion Commander Gongsun...
"Everyone present today will be promoted by one rank. Brother, just pick someone you trust to be the next Battalion Commander." Fang Zhiyi clapped his hands.
Tang Zhilin recovered from his shock. "Is... is this okay?"
He also disliked Gongsun Hu, but Fang Zhiyi had just murdered a Battalion Commander in front of so many eyes. How could this be treated as a trivial matter?
However, upon hearing Fang Zhiyi's words, the soldiers' eyes lit up. Who wanted to be a lowly grunt for their entire life?
Fang Zhiyi looked at them as well. "From today onwards, you are the trusted aides of the Commander. You know what needs to be done."
"This humble servant is willing to serve the Commander, braving ten thousand deaths without hesitation!"
"I will go through fire and water for the Lord, braving ten thousand deaths without hesitation!"
"Me too!"
Fang Zhiyi pointed at the last guy. "Come on, say that again."
"My Lord, I'm uneducated..."
Fang Zhiyi turned and left for a moment. When he returned, he was carrying a bag of silver, which had been searched out from Zhu Qingqing's room. He immediately handed the silver to Tang Zhilin, winking at him. "Brother, you know what to do, right?"
Tang Zhilin finally fully processed what had just happened. Looking at the silver in his hands and then at the eager eyes of the subordinates around him, he said in a deep voice, "There is a share for everyone! Come and get it!"
The soldiers' eyes were filled with excitement. Promotions and money to take, who wouldn't be happy?
By now, they had completely forgotten about the dead Battalion Commander Gongsun.
Fang Zhiyi watched all this with satisfaction. After today, these men would be Tang Zhilin's die-hard loyalists. If anyone tried to leak today's events, the others would tear them to pieces without hesitation.
However, thinking about what was to come, Fang Zhiyi felt a bit of a headache. "Weren't we supposed to enjoy life? Weren't you supposed to bring me along for wealth and glory?"
Little Hei laughed. "A beautiful life always requires you to build it with your own hands."
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."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.
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.”
