Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 1004 The Imperial Advisor's Idea to Rebel Against the Heavenly Gang

"Let me see... what kind of person you are!"

Zhang Zhiwei muttered to himself, a faint blue light emanating from his palm and seeping into the head of the Black Tiger.

With a slight flick of his finger, as if watching a video and zooming in, he quickly reviewed his life story.

When he was twelve, he read Water Margin and on a whim, he took an axe and killed a child from his village, only to be seen by the evil Taoist Quanxing.

The evil Taoist priest found him amusing, so he helped him obtain Qi and even taught him some skills. From then on, he went on an uncontrollable rampage, committing arson, murder, robbery, rape, kidnapping, and all sorts of evil deeds...

They are utter scum, deserving of death.

However, this person did not collude with the landlords at the foot of the mountain. Not only did he not collude, he even used the banner of acting on behalf of Heaven to slaughter several landlords' estates.

Of course, he claimed to be acting on behalf of Heaven, but in reality, he indulged in debauchery, leaving no one alive—men, women, young, or old, tenants, laborers, or even chickens and dogs. After all, he loved reading Water Margin and tried to emulate the heroes in it.

"It's too good for you to be allowed to use Zhang Mazi's name, such a filthy thing."

Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself, and the blue light in his hand turned, becoming increasingly deep and dark, twisting and covering Black Tiger's thoughts, and implanting a false memory in him that he was the head of a secret branch under "Zhang Mazi" and followed Zhang Mazi to rob landlords.

Once the renovation was complete, Zhang Zhiwei stopped.

Black Tiger trembled, his eyes regained their clarity, he looked up at Zhang Zhiwei with a calm gaze, and then suddenly knelt down.

Then, Zhang Zhiwei looked at the other people in the cave.

He controlled all the henchmen and leaders, big and small, using the Nine Palaces Illusion Technique of Territory: Word Exchange and Drum Flash.

Actually, he could have overwhelmed them with his aura, but why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Who would suddenly unleash a powerful aura for no reason? It was just a matter of a thought, a simple spell that could have solved the problem.

Moreover, Zhang Zhiwei looked at the women in the cave; there were innocent people among them.

To avoid any uncontrollable crying and wailing, he also controlled these women with illusions.

Zhang Zhiwei reached out and stroked the heads of the henchmen one by one. He had prepared a memory image in advance and made multiple copies of it, which existed in the form of light spheres. When needed, he could simply pour it into their heads.

This method, though simple and quick, is extremely brutal and may cause people to become mentally unstable and confused. However, these people have already been sentenced to death by Zhang Zhiwei, and they are not important figures or background figures, so it doesn't matter if they become demented.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Zhiwei had completely transformed the thinking of these people. Apart from a couple of people with crooked eyes and mouths, most of them were successfully transformed.

Then, Zhang Zhiwei walked up to the group of disheveled women. These women all had beautiful faces, but they were all lifeless and had empty, numb eyes, clearly having been tortured badly.

"Although hardship can make people grow, it's better not to have this kind of growth!"

Zhang Zhiwei placed his hand on a woman's head, altered her memory, deleted some extremely cruel images from her mind, and then changed it to say that although she had been kidnapped to the mountain stronghold, she took advantage of the bandits' absence to plunder, and together with several other kidnapped sisters, killed several bandits guarding them and escaped from the bandit's den.

Zhang Zhiwei did not completely rewrite the story of their abduction by bandits. After all, some of them still had relatives. He could erase the content in their memories, but he could not erase the content in the memories of their relatives. It would be bad if there were contradictions in the future.

Subsequently, based on the fabricated memories he had made up for this woman, Zhang Zhiwei also fabricated memories for the other women, ensuring that their stories matched up.

It is worth mentioning that when Zhang Zhiwei was creating memories for them, he left some strong suggestions in their minds, such as "As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement," and "Under no circumstances should one lose heart or be discouraged, but should move forward with high spirits," and other positive encouragement.

After everything was done, Zhang Zhiwei let the women take a nap, and then arranged for the bandits to escort them down the mountain and place them in the woods by the roadside.

When they wake up, all they will remember is that they escaped from the demon's lair and were so exhausted that they rested for a while in the woods by the roadside.

A bright future awaited them. Although the years to come were filled with war and chaos, it was still better than being in the mountain stronghold.

After sending the women down the mountain, Zhang Zhiwei led the Black Wind Village group to their next destination, Green Wolf Gully.

Green Wolf Gully is not far from Black Wind Village. Black Heart Tiger and One-Eyed Wolf, two fellow disciples of Quanxing, had interacted once or twice, but their relationship was not harmonious. They even fought each other over money.

However, their skills were evenly matched, and neither could defeat the other, resulting in the loss of a number of their underlings.

Guided by Black Tiger, Zhang Zhiwei arrived at Green Wolf Gully.

In those days, being a bandit meant not only having to guard against the local security forces' crackdowns, but also facing surprise attacks from righteous people, so choosing a location that was easy to defend and difficult to attack was very important.

Such locations are rare in other plains areas, but in the Sichuan-Chongqing region, they are ubiquitous.

Qinglanggou is located in a rugged and desolate mountain, with jagged rocks and sparse vegetation. The mountain stronghold is directly on the steep mountain wall, with only one mountain road. The road is extremely treacherous and only about one meter wide. It is truly easy to defend and difficult to attack, and one man can hold the pass against ten thousand men.

In places like this, unless you can fly or scale walls, you can forget about getting up the mountain.

Zhang Zhiwei flew directly up there. The village of Qinglanggou was quite primitive, consisting of low wooden buildings. The largest one even had several dried and skinned human skins hanging at the door as decoration.

When Zhang Zhiwei arrived, they seemed to have just robbed a manor and made a fortune, and were celebrating their victory.

“Boss, you know what, Zhang Mazi’s name really works. In the past, when we went down the mountain to do business, we had to go through several fierce battles. Now, all we have to do is write a letter, throw a dart into their door, and they obediently hand over their money without even lifting a finger. And they don’t even haggle over the price; they give us whatever they want.” one of the henchmen said.

The one-eyed wolf was thin and bony, blind in one eye, which was covered by a black eyepatch. Its remaining eye gleamed with a cruel light.
"Making money this way is fast, but it's not enjoyable. It's not satisfying at all. I'm planning to come back again tomorrow. We just got the money this time, and I doubt that Master Zhou can come up with much more. Next time, let's just use Zhang Mazi's name to ask for women. I heard his daughter is quite good, a college student. Let's make Master Zhou hand her over so we can have some fun with her."

"Boss, that's a pretty ruthless idea of ​​yours. Will that Master Zhou do it?"

"Master Zhou definitely won't do it, so wouldn't that give us a chance to kill his whole family?"

"What if Master Zhou does it?"

"Then we'll take his daughter in, and after we're done, whether she's dead or alive, healthy or crippled, we'll send her back to him. Then we'll take his daughter-in-law. If he doesn't give her to us, we'll kill his whole family. If he does, hehe, next time we'll take his wife and his mother..."

"Hahahahaha..."

Everyone laughed.

But at that moment, Zhang Zhiwei's figure appeared in the center of the stronghold without warning. "Who goes there?!" One-Eyed Wolf reacted extremely quickly, his one eye instantly locking onto Zhang Zhiwei. His hands bent into claws, and ten to half a meter long blue light shot out from his fingertips, forming two huge claws.

He brandished his claws, like ten sharp knives, and lunged at Zhang Zhiwei, his first move a deadly strike.

However, those claws, which could easily tear apart even a large tree, shattered upon impact with Zhang Zhiwei's protective golden light, which was as thin as a cicada's wing.

The one-eyed wolf's pupils shrank suddenly. Before he could change his move, a hand grew larger and larger in front of him and slammed down on his head. Then, an irresistible force came from above his head, and he was unable to move. Only his one eye was spinning around wildly.

Zhang Zhiwei didn't want to waste any more words on this filthy thing; he directly used Blue Hand Soul Search to modify memories and thoughts.

After finishing, he slapped him so hard he rolled on the ground, but even so, after he got up, he didn't dare to complain about Zhang Zhiwei in the slightest.

Then, Zhang Zhiwei followed suit, stuffing the previously copied orbs of light into the minds of the bandits one by one. Since the bandits of Qinglanggou did not have the habit of abducting women back to their stronghold for leisurely enjoyment, this step was skipped.

Having dealt with Qinglanggou, Zhang Zhiwei turned and looked towards the south, where the air was thick with moisture.

"Next stop, Baisha River, 'Crossing the River Dragon'."

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After spending a whole day taking down several Quanxing bandit dens, they finally managed to assemble Zhang Mazi's gang, which was essentially a P2P lending platform.

While dealing with these Quanxing demons, he had an unexpected bonus: several demons who weren't on the list came to drink with their companions, and he ran into them, then arranged for them all to join Zhang Mazi's gang.

“Earning these millions of silver dollars is really not easy!” Zhang Zhiwei wiped non-existent sweat from his forehead and looked at the densely packed, menacing-looking 'Zhang Mazi's' in front of him: “They look intimidating, but in the end they are just a rabble. We still need someone who can make the final decision!”

Zhang Zhiwei tapped his brow with his finger: "'Grand Preceptor' has been biding his time for so long, it's time for you to step up."

As soon as he finished speaking, a giant lightning hand suddenly stretched out from three feet above his head with overwhelming force, rising upwards and transforming into a monkey-shaped lightning bolt floating in the air. It wore a phoenix-winged purple-gold crown, chainmail golden armor, and lotus-silk cloud-walking shoes. Five large flags were stuck behind it, gleaming with divine light, intertwined with flames and lightning, exuding extraordinary power.

This doesn't resemble a sinister and treacherous inner demon at all; it's more like the Monkey King descending upon the world.

The "Imperial Advisor" flicked her skirt in the air, circling around like someone performing a theatrical act, while muttering incoherently:
"Hey hey hey... Big-faced thief, what brings you here...?"

Before it could finish speaking, a giant hand grew larger and larger in front of it, startling it so much that it stopped its operatic singing and quickly transformed into lightning to dodge: "Stop, stop, stop! Let's talk this out! Let's talk this out!"

"Would you agree or disagree if I made you pretend to be 'Zhang Mazi' and then beat you up?" Zhang Zhiwei asked succinctly.

"Can I object?" the 'Imperial Advisor' asked timidly.

“If they object, they should be beaten up too,” Zhang Zhiwei said.

National Division:"……"

"I'm going to get beaten up either way, so I'm not going to do it."

“Pretending to be Zhang Mazi is just a pretense of fighting. If you don’t comply, then it’s a real fight, and we’ll even burn you,” Zhang Zhiwei said.

"Unreasonable!" The Imperial Advisor glared angrily, then said decisively, "Then I agree. Tell me, how do you want to do it?"

"How do I do it..."

Zhang Zhiwei reached out and grabbed Black Tiger's head, pulling him close. Black Tiger obediently knelt down. Zhang Zhiwei's hands glowed red as he kneaded Black Tiger's head like dough, flattening and rounding it, widening his eyes, raising his nose, pressing his hooked nose back, and plucking his whiskers...

A moment later, a rootless person appeared right in front of Zhang Zhiwei, except that his eyes were slightly vacant.

However, after Wugensheng advanced and became more introspective, his eyes, which were originally as bright as headlights, have dimmed and are now just like dead fish eyes. These brainwashed eyes are just right.

"What are you doing?" As Zhang Zhiwei's inner demon, the Imperial Preceptor naturally knew Wugensheng, and he immediately realized what was going on. "You want me to possess him and fight you, so you can throw the blame on Buyao Bilian?"

“What do you mean by slinging mud?” Zhang Zhiwei pointed at the Quanxing members behind him and said emphatically, “I’ve cleaned up so many sects for Brother Bilian, so what’s wrong with letting him take the blame? No, it’s him taking responsibility for his filthy followers that’s taking the blame. I’m doing him a favor and accumulating good karma.”

"Then you've truly done him a great service," the Imperial Advisor muttered under his breath.

"Um?!"

“I told him you’ve done him a great service. When he finds out, he’ll definitely thank you properly,” the Imperial Advisor said hastily.

“I don’t need his thanks, and he probably wouldn’t dare to thank me anyway. Alright, enough talk, let’s begin,” Zhang Zhiwei said, pointing at ‘Wugensheng’.

Upon hearing this, the divine light around the Imperial Preceptor receded, his entire body shrank to the size of a thumb, and he leaped into the eyes of "Wugensheng".

In an instant, lightning flashed from Wugensheng's eyes, trailing long streaks of flame. He shifted his body slightly and said:
"This body is far too fragile. It could break if I'm not careful. It's so restrictive that I can't use my full potential at all. Besides, I was born with lightning magic and I'm skilled in it. It would be so incongruous for a demon to use lightning magic."

“You don’t need to go all out, just act,” Zhang Zhiwei said.

“Even if it’s acting, you have to act it right. Don’t you know how bad your acting is?” the Imperial Advisor said.

“I think…” Zhang Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, then said, “My acting skills have always been quite commendable.”

"Come on!" The Imperial Advisor glanced at him sideways and recalled for him: "Have you forgotten that during the martial arts competition in the back mountain, you pretended to hold back and almost made that big-eared thief cry with anger?"

“…” Zhang Zhiwei: “That’s because he’s too fragile inside. How can you say it’s because my acting is bad?”

As expected of that shameless thief, he's so thick-skinned, even after being exposed he can still stubbornly deny it... The Imperial Advisor said, "I do have an idea, do you want to hear it?"

"Tell me!"

“You continue to play your Zhang Mazi naturally!” The Imperial Advisor pointed to himself: “How about I play you?”

(End of this chapter)