"A man of the wilderness, naless and surnaless, calls himself Cyan Wolf, nad after beasts, obliterates the human decency, disregards the Royal law..."
"This rogue falsely claims destiny, fabricates spells and books, deceives the populace, enrages the ruler. He further distorts the literature, treating calamities as auspicious, mocks the commonfolk, glorifies disasters..."
"Several prefectures have been ravaged by his havoc, people are displaced and destitute, his cris are innurable, known all over the world, witnessed by everyone..."
"He deserves execution!"
"He deserves to be killed!"
Lord Nie cos from a civil servant background, has an elegant deanor.
Yet today, he is glaring furiously, his face flushed red, arms flailing wildly, abandoning his usual composure.
"Hence, Your Majesty shows compassion, orders a penal reduction, the army is dispatched to annihilate the rebels, with King Kang overseeing, you all are to contribute..."
"Instruct the people to settle into their places..."
Below the stage.
Everyone bows their heads and listens respectfully, yet their expressions are varied.
Fang Zheng does not know about others, he only knows that Lord Nie rambled on a lot, but the main point was one sentence.
The Cyan Wolf Gang has done evil and should be killed, if you have money, give money; if you have strength, give strength!
As for giving nothing...
The Imperial Court’s authority is like a knife, it may be difficult to execute rebels and bandits, but killing those at the execution ground is easy.
"Whoever obtains the head of the Cyan Wolf shall be granted the title of Thousand Households Marquis, rewarded with ten thousand taels of silver."
Lord Nie’s voice continues:
"And widely favor kindness and trust, bestow symbolic rewards, announce to the world, make a na across regions, allowed to enter the capital to et the Emperor!"
"Receive the favor of the Emperor!"
This indeed offers a substantial benefit.
However, killing the Cyan Wolf Gang Leader yields only the title of Thousand Households Marquis and ten thousand taels of silver, which seems stingy.
The current title of Thousand Households Marquis is far less valuable than decades ago.
As for announcing to the world and making a na across regions, it might not be a good thing, as they say, the gun strikes the bird that sticks out.
At this ti,
as long as there’s no rebellion, the louder the fa, the worse the fate!
"Gentlen."
After saying so much, Lord Nie’s throat is dry and hoarse, he lightly coughs and waves his hand:
"With the conquest imminent, please deliberate on your respective finances and soldiers, this is a significant matter for the Imperial Court, and must not be neglected."
"Today, let’s wrap it up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of whispers rose from below the stage.
"Father-in-law!"
"Fang Zheng."
Linghu An walks to a deserted corner and asks quietly:
"What do you plan to do?"
"I, Fang, am not skilled at fighting others, rearing private soldiers, just seeking to live a stable life." Fang Zheng opens:
"Let’s see how much money can resolve this matter this ti."
"Alright then."
Linghu An nods:
"This battle is dangerous, it’s better to resolve with money if possible, money should be spent where it’s most needed."
"Father-in-law," Fang Zheng says:
"Otherwise, why don’t you return to Gu’an County, Qiuchan hasn’t seen you and mother-in-law for so days."
"Return?" Linghu An shakes his head:
"I am different from you."
"My path lies in fighting and seeking within officialdom, previously achieving the Realm of No Leakage is already gratifying."
"And now..."
He raises his eyes and scans around, his gaze flickers:
"Just as the world is turbulent, I still have a chance to advance further, since that’s the case, why not take a risk?"
"Even if I die, I wouldn’t regret it."
Fang Zheng remains silent.
Linghu An’s cultivation thod is quite unique, the more intrigue and higher the power, the faster his cultivation base increases.
Therefore,
he moved from Gu’an County to Zhaonan Prefecture, indeed achieved the Realm of No Leakage, and now the Realm of No Leakage no longer satisfies him.
"War is perilous."
With Linghu An’s determination set, Fang Zheng can only sigh, cupping his hands:
"Father-in-law, take care!"
"I know." Linghu An nods, then speaks softly:
"When you leave, bring a few people from the Ling family, this journey is dangerous, if anything happens to ..."
"Father-in-law!"
Fang Zheng interrupts him, says:
"Nothing will happen to you, it’s better not to speak ominous words."
"Haha..." Linghu An laughs heartily:
"I hope so!"
......
Fang Zheng stands before the grand hall, the Celestial Secret Compass in his Sea of Consciousness slowly turns, descending strands of Spiritual Light.
Spiritual Light penetrates his limbs, bones, acupoint channels, concealing all anomalies on his body.
Master Jiuyuan is a Master.
Moreover, a Master who is proficient in the art of divination.
Regarding concealing aura from being seen through by others, he indeed has a unique skill.
Fang Zheng has obtained his inheritance, with the Celestial Secret Compass concealing him, even Martial Sect or Master, cannot discern his true cultivation base.
"Fang Zheng!"
"Present!"
"The Prince is available; you may co in." The person calling has an effeminate voice, reeks of heavy rouge; clearly, a eunuch.
To be honest.
This is Fang Zheng’s first encounter with a eunuch, instinctively glancing a few more tis, imdiately sensed by the other party.
A master!
The Royal Family indeed hides elites.
Fang Zheng sighs, steps into the hall.
In the grand hall, a young man with an elegant appearance reclines on a central stone chair, displaying contemplation.
He wears a plain long gown, his hair casually draped, resembling a carefree young gentleman.
Yet in Fang Zheng’s perception, the other party’s aura is deep like an ocean, entering the hall feels like stepping into an entirely different world.
Every move of his, even a single thought, cannot escape the other’s control.
Frightening!
Terrifying!
Is this the majesty of a Martial Arts Grandmaster?
King Kang’s age should be above three cycles of six decades, even two hundred years old, yet his appearance is as youthful.
Only those eyes, deep and unfathomable, no longer carry youthful innocence.
"Elental Thunder Skill!"
Eyeing Fang Zheng, sensing the plasma-like True Qi within him, King Kang slowly speaks:
"Quite rare."
"Your Majesty’s Dharma Eye." Fang Zheng cups his hands:
"The cultivation thod I practice is indeed the Elental Thunder Skill; unfortunately, the inheritance is incomplete, if Your Majesty is interested, I am willing to present it."
Of course.
It’s an incomplete version.
"Hmm..." King Kang’s eyes flicker slightly, then he gently shakes his head:
"Let it be!"
"No need for others to say I forcibly took soone else’s cultivation thod, besides, although Elental Thunder Skill is good, it requires soone to master it."
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