Song Jiang never expected that the young man before him, who had only recently joined, would publicly stand up and oppose him when he mentioned accepting amnesty from the imperial court.
And the several men from the Erlong Mountain faction were clearly standing behind this young man.
"Brother Shao Jiang, are you saying that I shouldn't accept the court's offer of amnesty?" Song Jiang asked, his anger evident.
"Hmph!" Wu Song gave a cold snort. Although he didn't say anything, his attitude was crystal clear.
Song Jiang and Wu Yong exchanged a glance. Song Jiang's eyes were filled with doubt and reproach, while Wu Yong was clearly just as baffled.
Li Kui stood up. He had never liked that glib kid to begin with, feeling that his nonsense was simply a waste of breath. But as he took a few steps forward, the cold, gloomy gaze of the Blue-Faced Beast Yang Zhi turned toward him, and Lu Zhishen also took a step forward.
Not far away, the men originally from Peach Blossom Mountain quietly moved closer.
The wine jar in Li Kui's hand smashed onto the ground.
Seeing this, Wu Yong hastily smiled and said, "Iron Ox is drunk! Hahaha, brothers, sit down and drink, sit down and drink!"
Shao Jiang, however, curled his lip. "Drink? Drink what damn wine? Song Gongming, everyone wholeheartedly followed you wanting to deliver justice on behalf of Heaven, but all you think about all day is amnesty! Is being a lapdog for the imperial court your dream?"
"Brother Shao Jiang, you must not be insolent!" Wu Yong quickly tried to stop him.
"The objective of angering Song Jiang has been achieved. Host may continue completing the mission to receive additional rewards."
Hearing the system prompt in his mind, Shao Jiang became even more smug.
"I'm going to be insolent today! Wu Yong! You are nothing but Song Jiang's lackey! Was the death of Heavenly King Chao in the past not the result of your and Song Jiang's scheming?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.
"Nonsense!" Song Jiang's eyes widened. "Heavenly King Chao was a good man whom even I, Song Jiang, deeply respected. How could I ever commit such a villainous act!"
"You might not do it, but I'm afraid someone else did." Shao Jiang looked pointedly at Wu Yong.
Wu Yong's face immediately turned ugly.
At this point, Hua Rong and the others could no longer hold back. They stepped forward and shouted, "Shao Jiang! Stop spouting nonsense and slandering Brother Song Jiang and the military advisor!"
"What? Do you want to fight?" The several chieftains of Erlong Mountain also began to make their moves.
But at that moment, Shao Jiang spread his arms and stopped everyone.
"Instructor Lin, you don't want to stand on that side, do you?"
Lin Chong was taken aback, the wine bowl in his hand trembling slightly.
"How did your wife die, and how did you end up on Mount Liang? Have you forgotten all of that?" Shao Jiang's words struck Lin Chong's heart like a heavy hammer.
He suddenly raised the wine bowl in his hand, downed it in one gulp, and slammed it heavily onto the table.
"Just as cowardly as the rumors say!" Shao Jiang rolled his eyes at him, then turned and called out a few more names, recounting one by one how they were forced up the mountain.
Song Jiang's face grew increasingly grim, and Wu Yong also began to panic.
"And you, Lord of the Beautiful Beard Zhu Tong, right? The prefect of Cangzhou treated you well, yet you let a piece of trash like Li Kui kill the Little Magistrate, ultimately forcing you to become a bandit on this mountain. And you still think pretty highly of yourself, huh?"
Struck in a sore spot, Zhu Tong immediately glared at Li Kui not far away.
"Enough! Shao Jiang! You've only just joined our Liangshan Marsh, and now you want to sow discord among us brothers. What are your intentions!" Song Jiang finally couldn't hold back anymore.
"What are my intentions? You have the nerve to do these things, but you're afraid of people talking about them? With your kind of underhanded methods, you dare call yourselves heroes and claim to deliver justice for Heaven? Hmph!"
Seeing the swords drawn and bows bent in the hall, with several heroes already taking Shao Jiang's side under his sharp tongue, and even those who remained neutral clearly distancing themselves from Song Jiang and his men, Wu Yong's face turned ashen.
"Do you really want to have a bloodbath?"
"A bloodbath? Speaking of bloodbaths, didn't you acquire this Liangshan Marsh by using schemes to murder Wang Lun? Even the two chieftains who did the deed themselves are currently being marginalized."
Shao Jiang's words were so sharp that even Wu Yong could not formulate a reply.
"We've all had too much to drink today. I, Song Jiang, apologize to all my brothers." Song Jiang suddenly picked up a wine bowl, downed it in one gulp, and then burst into hearty laughter.
By putting on such an act, the originally tense atmosphere eased somewhat.
Shao Jiang narrowed his eyes at Song Jiang, and Song Jiang looked back at him. "Brother Shao Jiang, you must have some misunderstandings about me. Regardless, I apologize to you." Saying this, he gave Shao Jiang a deep, formal bow.
Only then did Shao Jiang realize he had underestimated this capitulator. He wasn't just capable of bending and stretching; he was capable of bending, bending, bending, and bending some more...
Seeing the other party act like this, Shao Jiang knew that continuing to be aggressive would only make him look petty, so he had no choice but to let it go.
Anyway, the seeds of discord had been sown today. If Song Jiang wanted to accept amnesty, he would have to ask if these people agreed!
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Bianjing, Fang Zhiyi looked at the gates before him with a hint of melancholy.
The servant beside him whispered a reminder, "Yanei, there's fresh merchandise arriving today!"
Fang Zhiyi turned to the lackey with a bitter face and kicked him.
The kicked man almost fell to the ground, but he quickly scrambled up and gave Fang Zhiyi a fawning smile.
"No, Little Hei, I said get me a convenient identity, and you made me a Playboy?"
Little Hei felt a bit wronged. "I couldn't help it. I just happened to run into this guy right as he was about to kick the bucket, so he was the most suitable."
"You..." Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath, turned around, and walked away. The lackey followed closely behind. "Yanei, you've finally recovered from a serious illness. Why not find some fun to wash away the bad luck? This..."
Fang Zhiyi couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge him and headed straight for Gao Qiu's manor.
"So you're saying this world is actually a world where the Water Margin and real history overlap?"
"Yes, so you cannot predict things entirely based on the plot of that novel. Not to mention, with another transmigrator present, the situation in this kind of world is often much more complex."
"Fuck," Fang Zhiyi replied curtly.
Fang Zhiyi barged straight into Grand Marshal Gao's manor. Seeing the Yanei return, the gatekeeper didn't dare say a word.
At this time, Gao Qiu was pondering how to present a gift to Emperor Huizong of Song to win his favor. Seeing Gao Lian, who was Fang Zhiyi, enter, a hint of joy appeared on his face. This boy had been severely ill and on the verge of death, but he suddenly came back to life, meaning he still had an heir.
"Gao Lian, you've just recovered and you're already running around blindly? Come take a look at the congratulatory gift your father has prepared for the Emperor. What do you think?"
Fang Zhiyi took a glance. To him, these things were little better than junk, but in this world, they could be considered treasures. So, against his true feelings, he nodded and said, "Good stuff."
Gao Qiu only took one look at him and guessed he had something on his mind. "What's wrong? What do you need your father's help with this time?"
Fang Zhiyi paused. Gao Qiu's small eyes were indeed quite sharp.
"I just feel bored. Everything is boring. I want to find a job."
"A job..." Gao Qiu processed this for a moment, then suddenly laughed. "Isn't that easy? How about I make you a Militia Commander?"
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."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.”
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.
