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?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.
