Zhe Kecun turned to look at him in confusion. Sure enough, this guy talked a good game, but in the end, was he still going to play the role of an army supervisor?
Suppressing his anger, he asked, What instructions do you have, my lord?
Fang Zhiyi reached out and patted his armor. I wouldn't call it instructions. You are the professional when it comes to war; I'm not qualified to command for you...
Zhe Kecun was taken aback.
However, Fang Zhiyi pointed to the gradually approaching Liangshan troops below. But for some battles, we should save our resources where we can.
Zhe Kecun abruptly turned his head. Seeing the rebel army drawing near, he gritted his teeth. If they didn't fire the arrows now, it would be too late!
Yet, the hand Fang Zhiyi had resting on his shoulder armor did not let go.
Three, two, one...
Zhe Kecun had no idea what he was counting down to, but after the countdown finished, nothing changed.
Fang Zhiyi felt a bit awkward.
Little Hei muttered, Tried to show off, and it blew up in your face, didn't it?
Zhe Kecun couldn't care less anymore. He raised his hand to order the archers to fire, but suddenly, an unexpected change occurred below.
A rebel leader abruptly yanked his reins. Brothers! That Shao Jiang makes us charge into the enemy lines while he enjoys himself in the back! I, Qin Ming, have now received the Emperor's edict to surrender to the imperial court! Those willing to surrender with me, follow me and fight our way back! Those who refuse will be executed on the spot!
His trusted subordinates also quickly sprang into action.
Those who surrender will live! Those who resist will die!
Another wing of the army also came to a sudden halt; their commander was none other than Double Whips Huyan Zhuo.
Shao Jiang, who had been waiting for his men to siege the city, was stunned. Watching the troops that were supposed to charge forward suddenly stop and start shouting something, he abruptly stood up. Are they rebelling? Lu Junyi? Where is Lu Junyi?
As soon as he spoke, a commotion erupted in the central army camp. The sounds of battle cries and screams echoed endlessly.
A figure darted over nimbly, the injuries on his body causing him to roll on the ground a few times. Shi Qian's face was filled with terror. Brother Shao Jiang! This is bad! That bastard Lu Junyi has rebelled! He surrendered to the imperial court!
What? Shao Jiang's mind raced. System, what's going on?
The System didn't quite understand either. Just as it was about to investigate, someone else barged in. Shao Jiang turned and saw Zhang Qing and Sun Erniang from his own faction. The two had clearly just escaped and looked extremely battered.
Brother! Something's happened! That dark-skinned bastard Song Jiang led the chieftains who went down the mountain with him earlier, along with government troops, to sneak attack the stronghold! The outer perimeter of the stronghold has already fallen. Chieftain Huang is struggling to hold them off. Please return quickly to provide backup, Brother!
Song Jiang and his men know the stronghold like the back of their hands. All our traps and mechanisms are completely useless!
As they spoke, they finally realized that something was wrong with their surroundings too. In order to win this battle, Shao Jiang had brought out the vast majority of Liangshan's forces. So what were these battle cries all around them?
Shao Jiang's head throbbed with a splitting headache.
Song Jiang! It must be Song Jiang! Not only was he defiant, but he had also allied with Lu Junyi and the others! How did he not notice this earlier?
System! Redeem an item that guarantees victory for me!
Host... there is no such item. The items provided by the System can only target individuals...
You useless trash! Thinking that all his painstaking preparations were about to go down the drain, Shao Jiang completely lost his mind.
Why don't we go back first? the System suggested. I warned you before that this world is a bit different from the novel, but you wouldn't listen...
Shut up! I am a transmigrator! A transmigrator who can crush them with overwhelming superiority! I know all the plot points, so why is this happening?
He was still complaining, but a voice drifted over from afar.
Rebel leader Shao Jiang! Surrender without a fight!
Lu Junyi had already carved out a bloody path. Beside him, Lu Zhishen lifted his monk's spade and was about to step forward. Shao Jiang's rationality returned a fraction.
Major! Cover my retreat! Let's return to the stronghold first and then figure out a plan!
Lu Zhishen turned to look at him and let out a heavy sigh. But right at that moment, a man who had remained silent all along suddenly made a move. The spear in his hand thrust straight at Shao Jiang. Fortunately, Lu Zhishen reacted quickly, raising his monk's spade to deflect the spear that carried the force of a thunderbolt.
Instructor Lin! What are you doing!
Lin Chong's expression was conflicted, but he kept his eyes fixed on Shao Jiang. The imperial court also brought me a message... As long as I take this boy's head, the Emperor himself will seek justice for me!
Foolish! Lu Zhishen shouted loudly. Do you not know what kind of person Gao Qiu is? You still believe them?
The spear in Lin Chong's hand hung in mid-air, his face filled with agony.
If it came to hatred, he hated more than anyone, but his hatred was directed at Gao Qiu and his ilk. He previously had the chance to kill his enemy with his own hands, but was stopped by Song Jiang. Whenever he thought of this, he was consumed by pain.
But the envoy named Qin Hui had said... Gao Qiu had already been imprisoned, and the Emperor was even willing to seek justice for him, Lin Chong... But looking up at the tower-like Lu Zhishen in front of him, Lin Chong finally threw down his spear. Hurry up and leave. By not striking, I consider this fulfilling our brotherhood!
Standing on the city gate, Zhe Kecun looked bewildered. What was going on? He had just finished his pre-battle mobilization, and then this ferocious rebel army suddenly turned around and charged at their own central camp?
And looking at it, the central command tent of the Liangshan rebels was about to be breached.
He turned his head in confusion to look at Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi finally removed his hand from his shoulder and pointed to his own head. You need to use your brain to fight a war. Although these people are rebels, if they are used on the front lines against the Jin dynasty in the future, they will be a force that cannot be ignored...
A sense of respect gradually rose in Zhe Kecun's eyes.
But before he could think of the right words to flatter him, Fang Zhiyi kicked him in the rear. Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and lead the troops out to attack! Can't you see they've started fleeing for their lives?
Hurry and leave, Little Hei reminded. That little gadget is coming over.
Fang Zhiyi knew it was talking about that System, so he immediately turned and headed down the city tower, no longer caring about the battle outside. They had definitely won this fight. Originally, he had prepared for two scenarios. If that idiot Qin Hui failed to fool them and got his head chopped off instead, it wouldn't matter much; Zhe Kecun wouldn't have a big problem dealing with an army made of these rebels. He just didn't expect Qin Hui to perform exceptionally well...
He purposely took a small path, while that System merely circled the city tower once before leaving.
Just as Fang Zhiyi was about to let out a long sigh of relief, a person suddenly appeared in front of him.
With long hair scattered over his shoulders, dressed in a Taoist priest's attire, and carrying a sword on his back, he was looking at Fang Zhiyi with a burning gaze.
With just one glance, Fang Zhiyi sensed how dangerous this person was, and immediately took a step back. Gongsun Sheng?
Gongsun Sheng paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. I didn't expect my name to be remembered so clearly by Gao Yanei. How was the Yanei able to recognize this poor Taoist?
Being able to run right up to me when we are surrounded so tightly... I really can't think of anyone else but you.
Seeing Fang Zhiyi's face full of vigilance, Gongsun Sheng smiled instead. Rest assured, Yanei, this poor Taoist's curiosity was simply piqued, and I just wanted to take a look at you...
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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."
