"Zhu Tong, we are brothers! What are you doing? Fine, I get it now, you're betraying us, aren't you? You..." Li Kui was cursing when he saw Song Jiang slowly stepping out from behind a pillar.
"Brother Song Jiang! Hurry and save your Iron Ox!" Li Kui hollered.
But to his disappointment, Song Jiang, the man he wholeheartedly supported, was full of hesitation.
"My Lord, Li Kui, he..."
"The others are negotiable. You all killed either for revenge or to stand up for justice. But this black brute... the things he has done are truly unforgivable."
With that said, a few more former Liangshan chieftains were escorted in, begging for mercy the moment they entered.
God of Death and Short-legged Tiger kowtowed repeatedly toward Song Jiang, but as he listened to that official read out their crimes, Song Jiang eventually turned his face away.
Wu Song, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up, "Well said!" He turned to look at Fang Zhiyi. "I originally thought you were just like those other corrupt imperial dogs, but looking at it now, you actually know right from wrong."
Wu Song had always looked down on lecherous scoundrels like Wang Ying, but since they were all on Liangshan together, it had been hard to say anything.
Fang Zhiyi smiled faintly. "I do this for the common people of the world, not for my personal preferences... Since that is the case, I ask Song Jiang to... supervise the execution. Don't let your banner of 'Carrying out Justice on Behalf of Heaven' hang in vain; execute them right beneath it."
Song Jiang hadn't expected Fang Zhiyi to assign this task to him. His face instantly grew even uglier, but thinking of his own future, he ultimately hardened his heart.
Many people found this bone-chilling.
But it wasn't over yet. Soon after, many more people were escorted up, leaving everyone stunned. The captives ranged from lowly servants to prefects. Only at this moment did they deeply realize the terrifying power of the Imperial City Department.
Even a prefect with ties to the imperial concubines was arrested just like that?
Fang Zhiyi's motive was simple. Since they had surrendered, he naturally had to uphold justice for them, and at the same time, intimidate these bandit-like fellows.
On the contrary, Wu Song and a few others felt their blood boil with excitement. Wu Song, who was originally defiant and resentful, now looked at Fang Zhiyi with newfound respect.
"Now that Chong Shidao has gone to pacify Fang La, we still have a lot to do... Under this damn Emperor's rule, there are bandit camps everywhere. I need someone to lead an army and offer them amnesty one by one." Fang Zhiyi looked around, his gaze skipping over the eager She Kecun to land on Huyan Zhuo.
Huyan Zhuo tactfully replied, "This old man is willing to take on this task!"
"Remember, talk first. If negotiations fail, then fight. These are all future reinforcements."
"Yes!" Huyan Zhuo answered, then added, "For such an operation, we should probably request official documents from the imperial court..."
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him, reached into his own robe, and the crowd watched helplessly as he pulled out a stack of blank imperial edicts. Then he turned and rummaged through his subordinate's pockets, astonishingly pulling out the Imperial Seal as well.
"What do you need? Just say it, I'll write it right now."
"Wait, My Lord, this isn't right, is it?"
"Hey, it's just a formality. What's right or wrong? Don't you see the Emperor's signature?" Fang Zhiyi suddenly grinned. "He lost over eighty imperial edicts to me in a game of Fight the Landlord."
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"System! How on earth did you scout the situation? You didn't even know someone was planning a rebellion!"
"Host, please calm down. Transmigration itself carries risks. The system cannot be omniscient and omnipotent; at most, it serves an auxiliary role. Everything still depends on the Host's intelligence."
"Are you calling me a retard?"
"No, Host."
"You fucking XXXXXXXXXX"
Not far away, Lu Zhishen glanced back in this direction, his brows tightly furrowed.
"Brother, what do we do now? Our Liangshan is actually finished in a single day!" Zhang Qing said with a miserable face.
Lu Zhishen felt irritable. "How would I know? Sigh!"
Shao Jiang finally experienced human suffering. After losing the banner of Liangshan, he was practically a stray dog. If it weren't for Lu Zhishen and the others, he probably would have starved to death.
And because he was in such a situation, Shao Jiang's side as an ordinary person was finally exposed: taking more than his fair share of food and bossing people around. This made Zhang Qing and the others extremely dissatisfied with him.
Fortunately, Zhang Qing still knew a few leaders of small mountain strongholds. They had originally agreed to go and seek refuge with them, but no sooner had they arrived than the imperial extermination army showed up. Over time, Shao Jiang's group practically became a jinx.
Now the imperial court was powerful. Fang La had been beaten into steady retreat by Chong Shidao's army and was eventually captured. Even many local tyrants were beheaded by Chong Shidao, and their private armies were absorbed. Now there were arrest warrants for Shao Jiang and the others everywhere. Their days were indescribably miserable.
Shao Jiang finally realized something: the reason the imperial court in the Water Margin was incompetent and foolish was because the few at the top were corrupt and greedy for pleasure. But if the imperial court set its mind to wiping them out, it would be as easy as eating and drinking. How could a mere bandit stronghold resist the regular army sent by the court? Especially one that was fully provisioned and paid!
His opponent was the entire Great Song, not those mountain strongholds of similar size.
Seeing that there was no hope for his mission, Shao Jiang completely gave up, constantly complaining under his breath. However, the system provided him with an alternative plan.
"If the Host wishes to complete the mission and obtain the final reward... you can defect to the Jin Dynasty or the Liao Dynasty."
Shao Jiang was stunned, but thinking about it carefully, it made sense. Right now, the entire Song Dynasty was hunting them down. A few days ago, even the minor lackeys following them had fled in the night. Who knew what the future held?
He turned and immediately shared his idea with Lu Zhishen and the others.
Hearing that he wanted to defect to the Jin Dynasty, Lu Zhishen was visibly shocked. He had thought that no matter what, Shao Jiang was still his brother, so he had never abandoned him, but now...
Shao Jiang, however, looked smug, because the system had told him it could provide blueprints for manufacturing firearms. This way, as long as he went to the Jin Dynasty, he could still achieve immense wealth and status!
Looking at the uncertain expressions on the faces of the men before him, Shao Jiang patted his chest and said, "Brothers, you've suffered so much with me. Don't worry, once we go to Jin, I will make sure every one of you enjoys wealth and glory! Don't forget, I, Shao Jiang, have plenty of tricks up my sleeve!"
But that very night, when Shao Jiang woke up freezing and was about to call Zhang Qing to close the door, he turned his head only to see that Lu Zhishen and the others were already gone.
Right next to his makeshift pillow, there was shockingly a deep gash left by a blade! Someone must have wanted to chop him down with a single strike but was stopped by the others!
A wave of lingering fear washed over Shao Jiang, but then he gritted his teeth and began to curse loudly, "A bunch of ungrateful bastards! The Song Dynasty won't last much longer! Do you think you can rebel just by being bandits? Bah! Without me, you are nothing!"
Aside from a few barks from a dog, no one answered him.
Fortunately, the system thoughtfully provided him with a route, which gave Shao Jiang some confidence.
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.
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.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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."
