Everyone was baffled. Soon, someone dragged in two burlap sacks. Zhu Wanli bent down to untie them and was immediately startled.
"Wei Mieyang! Li Jue!"
The two men inside the sacks were Thousand-man Commanders of Fancheng, officials who had committed their fair share of wicked deeds on a daily basis!
Fang Zhiyi stood up with a smile on his face. "Please, everyone."
The crowd looked at these two corrupt officials who usually threw their weight around, then looked back at Fang Zhiyi in shock and uncertainty. Had they wronged him?
That was it! What he said earlier must have been out of anger! If he were truly in cahoots with the government troops, why would he capture people of the Thousand-man Commander rank and bring them here?
Besides, few of the people present were kind-hearted souls. Some of them still bore scars from the blades of government soldiers, and some even had old grudges against Wei Mieyang.
The two commanders were equally dazed. They had suddenly been knocked out, and upon waking up, found themselves here. Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, Wei Mieyang cursed, "Untouchables! How dare you tie me up! Untie me at once!"
The scene quieted down for a moment, and everyone turned to look at Zhu Wanli.
Zhu Wanli felt a bit frustrated. Fang Zhiyi's actions had forced them into a corner with only one way out! These two corrupt officials had seen their faces and definitely could not be released!
After the two men were killed, Fang Zhiyi, who had been watching the show with his arms crossed, finally clapped his hands. "Now, shall we talk about cooperation? Of course, I am entrusted by someone else."
"Cooperation?" someone in the crowd asked in confusion.
Fang Zhiyi smiled. "What is the point of all this killing? Tell me, doesn't the Dragon-Slaying Society just want to rebel?"
His blatant use of the word made everyone's eyes turn cold.
"With you bunch of nobodies, rebelling?" Fang Zhiyi shook his head. The man whose wrist he had broken earlier stared straight at him; though resentful, he did not dare make a rash move.
"As for me, I might not be highly skilled, but I have good luck. The Commander is my good brother. His idea is that he can turn a blind eye to your affairs. You won't have to spend your days plotting assassinations, and they won't have to spend their days figuring out how to encircle you. As long as everyone puts on a good show, we can all live comfortably. Does what I say make sense?"
Zhu Wanli frowned deeply. "Are you trying to trick us?"
Fang Zhiyi rolled his eyes at him. "Cut the crap. If I wanted you dead, I would have had hundreds of soldiers behind me when I walked in. Or do you think anyone here can beat me in a fight?"
Zhu Wanli's brain could not quite process this.
"Are you saying we should surrender to the imperial court?"
Fang Zhiyi sighed. "Surrender to what court? Let me put it this way: isn't the Dragon-Slaying Society the largest underground organization in Fancheng?"
Zhu Wanli nodded.
"And officially, isn't the Commander the highest-ranking official in Fancheng?"
Zhu Wanli nodded again.
"Then that settles it, doesn't it? Among the civilian factions, the Dragon-Slaying Society is the biggest; among the government factions, my brother is the biggest." He bumped his fists together and raised his eyebrows at the crowd.
"So that is how it is!" someone suddenly understood.
"Does that mean we won't have to hide anymore?"
"With the protection of the government troops, our great cause will be achieved in no time!"
Zhu Qingqing, however, poured cold water on them. "Don't celebrate too early. It is just him talking here alone. Who knows if this is a trap!"
Fang Zhiyi felt a bit helpless. This woman had a bad habit: whenever she could not take advantage of a situation, she would grow resentful. Could this be considered a personality defect?
He stood up and lightly slammed his palm on the table. Instantly, the table shattered into pieces.
"Tell me, if I wanted to deal with you, why would I need a trap?"
Sometimes, sheer strength is the most convincing argument. When evenly matched, both sides guard against each other, but when one side displays overwhelming power, the other has to acknowledge certain truths.
"In that case, can you arrange a meeting between me and Tang Zhilin?" Zhu Wanli said in a deep voice.
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "No problem!"
"Uncle! Watch out for a trap!" Zhu Qingqing did not know what kind of trap there could be, but she just could not stand Fang Zhiyi's current demeanor. What right did he have to issue orders now?
But no one paid her any attention. Zhu Qingqing glared at Fang Zhiyi with hatred, yet she was utterly helpless.
The meeting went very smoothly. Tang Zhilin sat there stiffly like a decoration, while Fang Zhiyi discussed future cooperation with Zhu Wanli. Even after Tang Zhilin left, Zhu Wanli was still somewhat amazed.
Having been a rebel for half his life, this was the first time he realized they could actually collaborate with the government troops. Not to mention, it felt good, very good!
Tang Zhilin also did not quite understand Fang Zhiyi's intentions, but figuring that they were brothers, he did not dwell on it too much. Besides, using the Dragon-Slaying Society to eliminate two guys who opposed him put him in a much better mood.
The remaining two Thousand-man Commanders were not fools. They sought him out overnight to swear their loyalty. Whether it was genuine or not, it was enough to please Tang Zhilin.
Furthermore, he now had a group of trusted subordinates, which made Tang Zhilin subconsciously believe that Fang Zhiyi would arrange everything perfectly. All he needed to do was keep climbing the ranks! When brothers are of one mind, their strength can cut through metal!
However, looking at the Talent Promotion System Fang Zhiyi handed him the next day, Tang Zhilin was still a bit baffled.
"This, Hundred-man Commanders are all promoted through accumulated military merits. If we rashly introduce a new selection method, I am afraid they won't accept it," Tang Zhilin hesitated.
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand. "Those Hundred-man Commanders of yours are all fat and useless. Plus, do you know which of them were cronies of those three dead guys? You don't." He stood up. "What you need is an army loyal to you. You climbed up too fast previously, and your foundation is unstable. If you make a single wrong move, someone will want you dead."
"Is that so?" Tang Zhilin pondered. He inexplicably felt a sense of admiration for Fang Zhiyi. He had always thought him meticulous, but he never expected him to consider such things. Still, if he did this, would there be any negative impact.
As if knowing his thoughts, Fang Zhiyi patted him on the shoulder. "Leave it to me. For this wealth and glory, I still need to give you a hand."
The next day, a new order spread through the military camp. The Commander was going to select talent based on merit. Every Hundred-man Commander position would be determined by assessments, and the current commanders were also included in the evaluation scope. In other words, everyone had a chance to climb to the position of Hundred-man Commander in one fell swoop.
For a time, the hearts of the men in the army fluctuated.
This move indeed made some of the current Hundred-man Commanders unable to sit still.
Just as Fang Zhiyi stepped forward, someone expressed their dissatisfaction.
"Lord Commander, this is against the rules!" A plump Hundred-man Commander cast a sidelong glance at Fang Zhiyi. "Even if this man is your brother, it is not his place to interfere in military affairs!"
Tang Zhilin's face was stern. For this guy to question Fang Zhiyi in front of the entire army was akin to questioning him. "Exactly who is the Commander here, you or me?"
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."
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
