When Cai Jing, Tong Guan, and the others discovered that Fang Zhiyi was not only unpunished but had even begun to expand his forces on a massive scale, they immediately panicked. However, when they tried to do something about it, Gao Qiu stood in their way.
Taking advantage of the open and secret struggles among the court officials, Fang Zhiyi simultaneously demonstrated his loyalty to Emperor Huizong of Song and began to change the original functions of the Imperial City Division. Previously, the Imperial City Division of the Northern Song Dynasty merely handled trivial matters like intelligence gathering and guarding the imperial city. But now, Fang Zhiyi had transformed the entire division into a full-fledged secret police agency.
Drawing upon his past experiences, he granted his subordinates the authority to surveil and arrest officials at will.
All at once, the entire Imperial City Division became like a massive machine, its stagnant gears slowly beginning to turn.
"The commander has ordered! Anyone who sees the waist tag of the Imperial City Division must not resist! Those who resist will be punished for treason!"
"Everyone in the Imperial City Division has the special privilege to execute first and report later! Authorized by imperial power!"
Teams of men and horses began to actively patrol the streets and alleys.
Some officials belonging to the factions of Tong Guan and Cai Jing were drinking and watching beautiful women dance one day, only to be suddenly dragged away for interrogation by Imperial City Division agents who broke down their doors the next.
For a time, everyone in Bianjing felt their lives were in danger, and even the usual discussions about the political situation decreased significantly.
The hundreds of officials in the court were as silent as cicadas in winter. They could not help but harbor deep resentment toward Gao Qiu. How did his playboy of an adopted son suddenly get an official position? Getting a position was one thing, but now he was acting like a madman!
Cai Jing and his cohorts naturally sensed the danger, but they were stretched too thin. They had to guard against Fang Zhiyi while simultaneously wrestling with Gao Qiu. The other officials found the spectacle quite fascinating; it was a rare sight to see these three scoundrels biting at each other.
Emperor Huizong of Song, who initially had some misgivings, found that ever since Fang Zhiyi began his operations, he reported his achievements and news almost daily. Furthermore, the voices that used to criticize the emperor had all vanished.
For Emperor Huizong of Song, this was a great thing.
In his heart, he once again awarded Fang Zhiyi the title of a loyal subject. It was only now that he felt a real sense of control. In the past, he had to rely on those old fools to know anything, but not anymore! If he wanted to see Li Shishi in the afternoon, he only needed to say the word, and an hour later, Li Shishi would definitely be brought to the palace to meet him!
"A truly loyal subject!" In the eyes of Emperor Huizong of Song, Fang Zhiyi was absolutely his most trusted confidant.
Now, when he looked at Cai Jing and the others, he could not hide his disgust.
You keep saying it is for my own good, but in reality, you are forming factions for selfish gain, aren't you? You are deceiving me, aren't you? Now I have the Imperial City Division! You mean nothing!
Even Gao Qiu was driven out by him.
Seeing that Emperor Huizong of Song was starting to rely on the convenience of the Imperial City Division, Fang Zhiyi knew the time was ripe.
He began to mix some fabricated news into his reports, just enough to be believable without going overboard. For example, he reported that Cai Jing was cursing the emperor at home for being incompetent and only knowing how to seek out prostitutes, or that Tong Guan had planted his own spies around the emperor.
No matter how incompetent Emperor Huizong of Song was, he was still an emperor. Especially after experiencing this feeling of total control, the aura of a supreme ruler could no longer be concealed.
"Bastards! My beloved subject! To think they would curse me like this behind my back!" He paced back and forth in his bedchamber in anger. Fang Zhiyi stood to the side with his hands behind his back. A moment later, he took out another secret memorial, a look of determination on his face.
Emperor Huizong of Song paused, looked at Fang Zhiyi, and took the secret memorial.
"Grand Marshal Gao Qiu has withheld approximately one hundred thousand shi of military rations destined for the border..."
Emperor Huizong of Song frowned and turned to look at Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi looked conflicted, but eventually said, "The Imperial City Division is loyal to Your Majesty. We will not conceal any information from Your Majesty."
After a long silence, Emperor Huizong of Song patted Fang Zhiyi on the shoulder. "A loyal subject! My beloved subject, it is only today that my eyes can finally see clearly. You are the true loyal subject!"
"Holy crap, so you saved Gao Qiu just to sacrifice him at this moment? Brilliant move!" Little Hei was dumbfounded.
Having further secured the emperor's trust, and with the former favored officials now falling out of favor, Fang Zhiyi's methods became increasingly ruthless.
He began to make his move against Tong Guan, Cai Jing, and the others. Secret agents frequently slipped in and out of their estates. He did not even need to fabricate crimes for these guys; a simple investigation turned up a massive pile of them.
When Fang Zhiyi deliberately chose a time when the emperor was in a bad mood to present these findings, as expected, Emperor Huizong of Song's furious curses rang out.
"Investigate thoroughly! Punish them severely! These bastards! Punish them all severely!"
Tong Guan never imagined that while he was still hesitating about how to deal with Fang Zhiyi, bad news would arrive one after another.
"Disaster! Disaster! Lord Privy Councillor! All of your eunuchs in the palace have been arrested by the Imperial City Division!"
"My Lord, my Lord! Several generals have been secretly brought back to Bianjing, and they are all locked up now!"
"What?" Before Tong Guan could recover from the shock, a squad of grim-faced Imperial City Division agents suddenly charged through the door. When a servant tried to stop them, the leader drew his sword and slashed him down. The screams left Tong Guan stunned.
Have they gone mad?
"Tong Guan! Come with us."
"What are you doing! I am the Privy Councillor!"
"You can be whatever you want, but save your words until we get back!"
A similar scene was playing out at Cai Jing's estate, where Cai Jing was practically dragged out.
"Striking their weaknesses with the speed of lightning... you must have been planning this for a long time, haven't you? Even the military has people from the Imperial City Division?" Gao Qiu sat in his grand armchair, looking at Fang Zhiyi, who was seated opposite him.
Fang Zhiyi stared straight at him.
Gao Qiu suddenly laughed in self-deprecation. "You are not my son. My son was never as ruthless as you... Previously, someone said that Gao Lian had provoked ghosts and gods, and I didn't believe it. Now it seems... hehehe." He picked up the tea in his hand and drank it all in one gulp.
Fang Zhiyi remained silent.
It was not surprising that Gao Qiu could tell he was not the original person. After all, no one would willingly believe such a bizarre thing. Perhaps it was only at this moment, when Fang Zhiyi completely bared his fangs, that Gao Qiu became certain the adopted son before him had long been replaced by someone else inside.
"Come on then. I'm guessing my subordinates have already been detained by your people, yes or no?"
Fang Zhiyi chuckled. "Don't worry. After all, you've helped me so much; I won't do anything to you. Men, please invite Grand Marshal Gao... back to the Imperial City Division for a chat!"
Gao Qiu stood up, let out a slightly sorrowful sigh, and then suddenly stood still. "Just how far do you intend to go? Right now, you are the emperor's favored subject, but acting like this, I fear that one day, you will end up with the same fate as me!"
Fang Zhiyi began to laugh, but did not answer him.
Seeing Fang Zhiyi's smiling face, Gao Qiu suddenly froze. A moment later, he pointed his finger at Fang Zhiyi, his fingertip trembling slightly. "You... you... could it be that you want to..."
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.
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."
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
