Fang Congyun had thought it through very clearly. No matter what, Fang Zhiyi had to die. He could not allow this useless older brother, who had caused him so much suffering, to remain safe and sound. More importantly, his throne was not yet secure; he needed to use some ruthless methods to intimidate those restless aristocratic families.
Yicheng was a perfect target.
Once the city is breached, leave no living thing behind, not even the chickens or dogs!
This was the imperial decree he issued.
Although Fang Zhiyi had tinkered with some hidden weapons, he believed they could not possibly resist an entire army.
Therefore, Fang Congyun felt very relaxed throughout the journey. He wanted to laugh just thinking about the scene of his older brother kneeling before him begging for mercy. It would be the perfect opportunity to send him to the Heavenly Prison to keep Jian Xiaoyu company. Since their previous engagement fell through, he would just pair them up again!
He smiled, looking somewhat twisted.
The vanguard had already arrived at Yicheng. He closed his eyes slightly to rest, just waiting for the moment his carriage would drive directly into the city. The terrain in the southwest was too complex, making marching a troublesome affair.
Sounds of commotion came from the distance; the battle must have begun.
Fang Congyun believed this battle held no suspense.
But an hour later, a completely charred Qi Warrior stumbled back to the central army.
What the hell is this?
Fang Congyun looked at the Qi Warrior, who had clearly lost his mind. This was a Tier Five warrior, yet he was injured this badly?
No, tell me, what do you mean the city gate stood up???
The Qi Warrior, however, suddenly seemed to lose his soul and fell forward onto the ground.
It wasn't until their central army also arrived at Yicheng that they discovered the scene here was incredibly tragic. The city walls of Yicheng were completely intact, but the Qi Warriors of the vanguard were dead or injured all over the ground.
And above the city gate stood a man with his hands behind his back.
Second brother! Long time no see!
Fang Congyun gritted his teeth in hatred. Fang Zhiyi! You really didn't die!
Look at you, who curses their own older brother to die the moment they meet? I heard you became the emperor? Do you want to make me a Prince of the First Rank or something?
Dreaming even at death's door! What you did to me and our parents is an unforgivable sin! Fang Congyun felt inexplicably furious just seeing Fang Zhiyi's face.
What a pity, Fang Zhiyi sounded somewhat disappointed.
There's no use talking. Open the gates and surrender, don't play these little tricks... He suddenly paused, looking in disbelief behind Fang Zhiyi. He now understood what the vanguard Qi Warrior had said.
Behind Fang Zhiyi was the gate tower erected on the city wall, but that tower actually began to move!
The sound of scraping metal echoed all around. The gate tower had actually stood up!
Following that, several thick, dark iron tubes aimed right at him.
An immense sense of crisis swept through Fang Congyun's entire body. He leaped up without hesitation. The next moment, a flash of white light brushed past him and exploded violently behind him. Mid-air, Fang Congyun looked back, his eyes filled with shock.
With just that one strike, his central army was blasted to pieces.
What kind of dark magic is this! Fang Zhiyi!
I can tell you don't understand science. No, really, you're the emperor now, can't you find a way to study some history? You're not even as good as your predecessor.
Predecessor? Could it be... Fang Congyun instantly realized that the missing former emperor had apparently also met his end here!
Thinking that a Grandmaster had actually died here, he suddenly felt afraid.
An even louder noise rang out. Behind the city walls, many strange objects suddenly flew straight up into the air and charged right at them.
Fang Congyun completely lost his composure. His army of Qi Warriors was utterly defenseless against these strange things. These iron-clad entities were almost entirely immune to the weapons in their hands, let alone the Qi energy they were so proud of.
Those humanoid-like things were three or four meters tall and moved with extraordinary speed, charging directly into the crowd.
This imagined massacre had become a reality, but the side being massacred was his own.
Immense terror spread through the army. These so-called troops were cobbled together from various aristocratic families to begin with, and when faced with overwhelmingly superior strength, they began to flee in defeat.
The gate tower plummeted straight down from the sky, causing the earth to tremble.
Oh oh oh oh oh! The power of science! the gate tower exclaimed in a very smug tone. However, it didn't forget its job. After pinpointing Fang Congyun's location, this bulky tower actually used the jet streams shooting from its back to close in on Fang Congyun at extreme speed.
The imperial guards protecting Fang Congyun collapsed at the first touch.
The two thick arms that grew out of the gate tower swatted them away one by one. Even the imperial guards, who were considered the absolute pinnacle of strength, couldn't withstand two hits.
Impossible, I, I am the lord of the world, I... am a Tier Nine...
Fang Congyun was already numb. By the time he reacted, he had been pinched in the gate tower's hand like a bug, and no matter how much he struggled, it was of no use.
Science is great! Science is the future! the gate tower continued to chatter endlessly. Do you know what mechanical ascension is?
Fang Congyun didn't know; he was already scared silly.
Old Ghost, you are too noisy. Fang Zhiyi's voice finally made the gate tower shut its mouth.
He also breathed a sigh of relief. These things had been continuously excavated over the years, and he could only try his best to repair them. Fortunately, with the support of the people of Yicheng, he was able to restore a power system.
Looking at it now, it was more than enough to deal with these Qi Warriors.
It was even more direct and effective than firearms.
What the hell is a flying block of iron?
The city gate tower stood up?
And there are freaks who can create explosions out of thin air?
The various aristocratic families all received the news, but they were completely baffled. What on earth was going on?
It wasn't until that mechanical army swept up from the southwest like a torrent that their understanding of the world was completely shattered.
This battle, which would later be known by future generations as the Technological Revolution, began inexplicably and ended very quickly. Even when the reclusive ancestors of the families took action, they could only survive for two more rounds at most.
Most importantly, wherever these rebels attacked, they immediately began distributing the wealth of the aristocratic families on the spot, and more commoners chose to join them.
In just one short year, this non-human rebel army had fought its way straight through Shangjing.
On that day, the noble families of Shangjing voluntarily opened the city gates to surrender, but the other side did not accept this surrender.
The maddened Jian Xiaoyu never expected that her new cellmate would be Fang Congyun. She excitedly cursed at him, but Fang Congyun just stared blankly, constantly muttering to himself. He had clearly been scared out of his wits.
A steady stream of people was being sent into the Heavenly Prison. At a glance, they were all familiar faces: the patriarch of this family, the madam of that family. Jian Xiaoyu couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of earth-shattering changes had occurred outside.
Until she saw that the Vixen Princess had also been thrown in.
There was nothing else in her eyes anymore; she only focused on humiliating this pair of adulterers as much as possible.
The guards outside informed them that they would now be subjected to a public trial, and only then did Jian Xiaoyu have the fortune of seeing the light of day again. By this time, her hair had long turned completely white, wrinkles crawled all over her face, and her eyes were filled with nothing but malice and resentment.
What she could not comprehend was that there were no powerful figures waiting outside as she had imagined. Instead, sitting high above and passing judgment upon them were the very commoners she had always despised.
Murder, pillaging, enslavement... The charges were laid out one by one. The crowd went from their initial hesitation to clamoring over one another to testify against them. In the end, Jian Xiaoyu got her wish, stepping onto the guillotine alongside her first love, Fang Congyun.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
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."
