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Chapter 553 The Final Battle, Basong!
Chen Jiu Si nodded slightly after hearing Gema Tai's words and said, "Yes, that is a shortcut."

Thinking it over, Chen Jie immediately looked at Fang Zheng and said, "Fang Zheng, I'm leaving this to you. Go and gather all the slaves here."

Upon hearing this, Fang Zheng immediately agreed, and soon after, Fang Zheng led his men to take action.

Soon, they gathered all the slaves from the Xingshan Camp quarry.

At this moment, someone in the slave procession said to an old man, "Old Prime Minister, what's going on?"

The old man looked at the gruesome bodies of the overseers around him and said, "What's so hard to understand? The Divine Dragon Cult has retaliated."

"Shenlong Cult?"

The foreman looked at the old man with some surprise, and the old man immediately said, "That's right, it was the Divine Dragon Cult. Back then, instead of killing the members of the Divine Dragon Cult, they imprisoned them all in the quarry. It seems like a brilliant move, but it was actually incredibly stupid. Only a fool like Basong who only knows how to use force would do such a thing."

"The Divine Dragon Sect, that's a sect of Han Chinese. When have Han Chinese ever willingly been ruled by foreign races? They look at us like they look at monkeys on an island. Do you know what they call us?"

"what?"

"Barbarians from overseas."

"Barbarians, what contemptuous words! They treat us like monkeys. How difficult it will be to subdue them!"

After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent. At this moment, the slaves looked at the Dragon Cult members walking towards them, their eyes filled with panic. In their eyes, they were just monkeys. How would they target them?
Thinking this, everyone nervously watched the Divine Dragon Cult members who were gathering around. Soon, they had all gathered around. Fang Zheng glanced at everyone, and then waved his hand and said, "Distribute the food."

Upon hearing this, the Shenlong cult members who were eating flatbread immediately began to distribute the extra food they had prepared to these Siamese slaves.

"Everyone, please eat while I talk to you about something!"

Fang Zheng looked at everyone and said this. Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment, and then they all looked at the old prime minister.

Upon hearing this, the old prime minister said, "Eat first."

Upon hearing this, the person who received the food immediately began to wolf it down. At this moment, a piece of bread was handed to the old prime minister. Although the old prime minister was very hungry, he still maintained the demeanor of a nobleman. He then took the bread and tore it into pieces to eat.

She ate with remarkable elegance, one bite at a time.

At this moment, Fang Zheng also looked at the old man. He had seen this old man a few times before. Each time, the old man was accompanied by several bodyguards. He seemed to be an important person.

At this moment, Chen Jie, who was not far away, looked over and asked Gematai, "Gematai, do you know that old man?"

Upon hearing this, Gematai glanced at the old man and then said, "I know him. He was the late emperor's chief minister, the Grand Chancellor."

Chen Jie said, "Oh, it's actually the Prime Minister, such a politically influential figure. Why didn't your pseudo-emperor kill him before taking office?"

Upon hearing this, Gematai said, “The old prime minister’s protégés and former officials are all over the country. Killing him would be too costly. However, he refuses to submit to the false emperor. The false emperor has no choice but to exile him here and let him fend for himself. In this way, he can avoid the infamy of killing a key minister of the country and eliminate dissidents to control the court. Why wouldn’t he do it?”

"Hmm, that makes sense. But this does make things easier for us. Why don't you go see him in a bit?"

"Yes, I obey!"

At this point, Gematai began to act as if he were a subordinate. Seeing Gematai's behavior, Chen Jie laughed. Chen Jie enjoyed dealing with intelligent people, and Gematai was clearly an intelligent person.

Chen Jie glanced down and saw Fang Zheng addressing the group of Siamese: "Gentlemen, I presume none of you who are staying here are from Basong?"

"It's even less likely that he's a member of the false emperor's faction, right?"

Upon hearing this, the group of Siamese people fell silent, exchanged glances, and remained quiet.

Fang Zheng said, "Everyone, don't be nervous. I'm sure you all know me. Let me introduce myself. My surname is Fang, and I am the son of Fang Guozhen, the leader of the Divine Dragon Sect."

Ah!
Upon hearing this, everyone in the room was stunned and looked at Fang Zheng. They hadn't expected that the person in front of them was actually the son of the Dragon King of the Sea.

Fang Zheng's words surprised everyone present.

Fang Zheng continued, “Our Divine Dragon Sect has always maintained a very good relationship with your Siamese royal family, especially your old emperor, with whom we had an extremely close relationship. Unfortunately, not long ago, we were caught up in the ascension of your false emperor and were framed by your national teacher, Basong, which led to my father being trapped in the demon-subduing formation in the back mountain of the royal family by your national teacher.”

"Then we were also framed by your Grand Preceptor, which ultimately led to us being stranded here as laborers."

"Today we have captured the quarry, and tomorrow we are preparing to set things right. I know you have also been bullied by Basong and the false emperor, so I plan to take you with me to avenge your grievances. What are your thoughts on this?"

After these words were spoken, the Siamese slaves in the room were all stunned. They then exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock and hesitation. In the end, many of them turned their gazes to the Prime Minister.

At this moment, the old prime minister remained motionless, his face ashen. Fang Zheng also looked at the old prime minister, as he had learned these past few days that this group of Siamese slaves was led by this old man.

Having figured this out, Fang Zheng looked at the old prime minister and asked, "What does the old prime minister think of my thoughts?"

Upon hearing this, the old prime minister glanced at Fang Zheng and said, "Hehehe, Young Master Fang, your Divine Dragon Sect is already the number one power in Southeast Asia. Why bother getting involved in the mess in Siam? Let us Siamese handle the affairs of Siam ourselves!"

Ah!
Upon hearing this, Fang Zheng frowned. This old man was really asking for trouble.

At this moment, Lei Ming behind them also started making a scene, angrily saying, "You old man, you really don't know what's good for you! We're helping your Siamese Kingdom through its difficulties, how can you not appreciate it!"

Upon hearing this, the old prime minister said, "The affairs of Siam are the business of the Siamese people, so there's no need for you people of the Divine Dragon Sect to worry about them."

"Hey, you old codger, you think you can get all arrogant just because I gave you a little face!"

Lei Ming was immediately enraged by the old prime minister and shouted angrily. Hearing this, the old prime minister glanced at Lei Ming and said, "If one day we Siamese were to interfere in the internal affairs of your Divine Dragon Sect, would you agree?"

"What right do you Siamese have to interfere with my Dragon Cult... You, well, you old codger, you've been waiting for me here, haven't you!"

The old prime minister then spoke up: "You Chinese have an old saying, 'Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you.' Since you yourselves do not want to do it, why force us to do it?"

"me……"

These two sentences infuriated Lei Ming, and just then he suddenly heard a clapping sound.

clap clap clap...

The old prime minister was startled when he heard the sound, and everyone else looked in the direction of the slap. Then they saw Chen Jiu Si walking over slowly with a smile on his face, saying, "Haha... the old prime minister really has a silver tongue!"

When the old prime minister heard Chen Jie's words, he turned his head and saw that Chen Jie had an extraordinary demeanor, and everyone around him showed him enough respect. Even Fang Zheng, the young leader of the Divine Dragon Sect, was very respectful.

I couldn't help but take it a little more seriously.

At this moment, Chen Jie looked at the old prime minister and said, "Old prime minister, your words are indeed wise and mature for governing a country. Relying on external forces will ultimately lead to defeat."

After hearing Chen Jie's words, the old prime minister turned to look at him and clasped his hands slightly, saying, "I have not yet asked for your guidance."

Chen Jie laughed and said, "Just a passerby."

The old prime minister hesitated for a moment, then looked at Chen Jie's words and asked, "Do you think I'm right?"

Chen Jie said, "Yes, absolutely right. A country's strength can never rely on external forces, otherwise it will not survive for long."

The old prime minister paused slightly: "Then what brings you here?"

Chen Jie said, "Originally, we wanted to get the old prime minister to do something for your Siam and rescue our leader, Fang. But now it seems that since you don't like outsiders' help, we won't cause any more trouble here. You can do whatever you want."

After saying this, Chen Jie looked at Fang Zheng and said, "Alright, let's leave them alone. Since they don't want to avenge their late king or support their late king's son to ascend the throne, why should we worry about them? Let's just rescue the Dragon King directly and leave the rest alone. After all, the Siamese regime is now in the hands of the old king's lineage, which is their business, not ours."

Fang Zheng replied, "Yes, Uncle, I understand, damn it!"

After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the group of people prepared to leave. Chen Jie also turned to leave, but at that moment, the old prime minister suddenly shouted, "Wait!"

Chen Jie stopped and turned to look at the old prime minister, asking, "Does the old prime minister have any further instructions?"

"You...you saw the late emperor's sons?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jie said, "You mean Zhao Fachai? I know him. He's the one who invited me to Siam. But now it seems you don't really need me!"

"this!"

Where is he now?

Upon hearing this, the old prime minister was immediately excited. The reason he was willing to wait to die in this quarry was that he could not find any of the late emperor's children. The late emperor had been dethroned, and normally his children should be enthroned to ensure the purity of the royal bloodline.

However, the sudden disappearance of the late king's children completely panicked the old prime minister. Since the late king's children could not be found, he could not oppose the legitimacy of the current Siamese pseudo-emperor, because although the pseudo-emperor had usurped the throne, he was still the legitimate heir of the royal family.

He was the late emperor's younger brother. If the late emperor's children were no longer alive, then he would be the person with the purest royal bloodline. In order to ensure the purity of the royal bloodline, the old prime minister was willing to sacrifice himself to eliminate the idea of ​​others rebelling against the court. However, this was on the premise that the late emperor's bloodline had to be cut off. If the late emperor's bloodline had not been cut off, Prince Zhaofachai, who had the late emperor's bloodline, would not have died.

Everything was different then; he was willing to give everything for the legitimacy of the late emperor's bloodline.

At this moment, the old prime minister was excited. Chen Jie did not answer, but waved his hand. At this moment, a person appeared directly in the distance.

As soon as this person appeared, the old prime minister became excited: "It is Gematai, the prince's bodyguard commander."

Just then, Gematai arrived. Upon seeing the old prime minister, he immediately clasped his hands in a salute and said, "Greetings, old prime minister!" The old prime minister was immediately excited upon seeing Gematai and exclaimed, "Gmatai, is that you?"

Gematai immediately exclaimed, "It's me, it's me!"

The old prime minister was immediately excited: "Gematai, it really is you! That's wonderful! By the way, Prince, is the prince with you?!"

The old prime minister looked at Gematai and asked, and upon hearing this, Gematai's expression immediately changed.

"What, what's wrong?"

The old prime minister noticed that something was wrong with Gematai and immediately asked what was wrong. Seeing Gematai's condition, the old prime minister panicked and asked, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"What happened to the prince?"

The old prime minister then looked at Gematai and questioned him.

Gematai looked at the old prime minister and sighed again: "Alas..."

The old prime minister grew even more anxious, staring at Gematai with wide eyes and saying, "What exactly happened? Are you trying to drive me crazy? Tell me quickly!"

Gematai then pondered for a moment and said, "The old prime minister said that the prince has returned to Siam!"

"Did you go back to Siam? Good, good, it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"

The old prime minister said excitedly, but then Gematai spoke up again: "However, there has been a small problem in the middle."

The old prime minister was stunned upon hearing this and looked at Gematai, asking, "What's the problem?"

Gematai looked conflicted and then said, "Sigh, I'll just tell you anyway. His Highness has been captured by the false emperor, and a sacrificial ceremony to Heaven will be held at the palace tomorrow night!"

"What kind of sacrificial ceremony is this?!"

When the old prime minister asked, Gematai replied, "A sacrificial ceremony to heaven using His Highness's heart as an offering!"

"what!"

Upon hearing this, the old prime minister's eyes widened in fury, becoming bloodshot: "How dare he!"

Seeing the old prime minister's state, Gematai immediately said, "Prime Minister, don't worry, it hasn't started yet, we should still have time to rescue him!"

Upon hearing this, the old prime minister was furious. He pointed at Gematai and said, "What use are you bunch of warriors? You can't even keep an eye on the prince properly. You're all useless, utterly useless!"

The old prime minister was truly furious, and he was roaring wildly, showing how enraged he was.

Seeing him like this, Gematai remained silent, letting the old prime minister insult him without retaliating. After a long time, the old prime minister finally calmed down, took a deep breath, and straightened his robes.

Although his prison uniform was worn and tattered, it gave him the air of a nobleman's formal attire. He then stepped forward and bowed deeply to Chen Jie.

Chen Jie was taken aback and looked at him, asking, "What is the purpose of this, Prime Minister?"

Upon hearing this, the old prime minister immediately said, "This gift serves two purposes: first, to apologize, and second, to plead with you to save our young prince."

Upon hearing the old prime minister's words, Chen Jie said, "The old prime minister has said that the affairs of Siam are none of our Han people's business!"

"Times have changed. I was being presumptuous just now."

Chen Jie looked at the old prime minister in front of him and for some reason saw the image of a corrupt Han scholar in this old man.

Chen Jie said, "Alright, since the old prime minister has admitted his mistake, I can't keep pressing the issue. So we should now devise a plan on how to storm the palace and rescue your prince before tomorrow night."

The old prime minister replied, "Very well. As for how to plan, I presume you have already made up your mind. Just tell me what you need me to do, and I will definitely help you."

Chen Jie said, "It's quite simple. To storm the palace, we'll probably need someone to help us from the inside out. Otherwise, it will be difficult for us to enter the city successfully. Secondly, after we take the palace, we need to figure out how to appease the important officials in the court."

Upon hearing this, the old prime minister said, "That's easy. Although I have been away from court for several months, many of my former students and officials are still in the court. With just one word from me, the court can be at peace, and the throne can be returned to Your Highness."

"As for the city gates, that's simple. The deputy commander of the city's garrison is my former subordinate. With just a document from me, I can get him to open the city gates and let our army in."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jie said, "Haha, good, good, then I'll have to trouble you, sir."

The old prime minister said, "How dare I complain about hardship? I am doing this for the Siamese royal family, how dare I complain about hardship?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jie laughed heartily and said, "Good, good."

The two exchanged a glance, reaching a preliminary consensus. The rest was simple: seal off the quarry, let everyone rest, and head to the capital the next day after they had rested.

Having made the arrangements, Chen Jie had nothing else to do. He instructed Fang Zheng to prepare several large pots, then Chen Jie put in the millet grass and several other medicinal herbs, boiled them into a decoction, and had everyone drink a cup. This way, the remaining toxins in their bodies would be metabolized little by little. Although it might take ten days to half a month, it was the best formula given the lack of medicinal herbs.

After finishing all this, Chen Jie could finally rest.

Inside the room, Chen Jie sat cross-legged and adjusted his state, trying to get himself into the best possible condition. Tomorrow might be the decisive battle, and Chen Jie could not allow his condition to be flawed in the slightest.

During his seclusion, the Everlasting Spring Technique circulated throughout his body, and the powerful life force flowed through his entire being, beginning to repair the injuries within his body and mending all the wounds as quickly as possible.

Once everything was almost repaired, Chen Jie's condition improved to a new level, allowing him to fully unleash the power of a second-stage Fusion God.

At this moment, Chen Jie began to calculate his chances of winning the next day.

Tomorrow will be a surprise attack. Each of our five thousand Divine Dragon Cult members is a skilled fighter. With the capital's gates open, this force can almost drive straight in.

However, the biggest obstacle in the capital is Basong, and the biggest problem in dealing with Basong is his immortality. He still has two substitute straw men to deal with, which means he has two lives to revive.

Including his own life, that means he would have to kill him at least three times.

Thinking about it, Chen Jie had a headache. He felt that if he tried his best, he might be able to kill Basong once, but what would he do if he resurrected after that?

In fact, Chen Jie also had a way, which was the blood of immortals. Chen Jie still had two drops of immortal blood in his body. With this blood, Chen Jie could raise his power to be close to that of a terrestrial immortal. At that time, he could definitely kill Basong again. But what was the use of killing him again? He couldn't kill him directly!
The other party still has one life left, which is quite a headache.

Therefore, whether or not they can find a way to kill Basong's other two lives is a more crucial question.

But where will Basong's other two lives go?

Chen Jie frowned; he had a slight guess.

If he were Basong, where would he entrust these two lives? One would be the person he trusts most, and the other would be the person he is safest with.

So who is the safest place in all of Siam?

Chen Jie narrowed his eyes slightly. The emperor, yes, who in this world is safer than the emperor?
Would Nabasong place his last life on the emperor?
With this in mind, Chen Jie had already made up his mind. Tomorrow he would first go to the palace to investigate and see if he could find the false emperor and see if he was the host of Basong's scapegoat.

If he really couldn't find the host for the scapegoat straw man, should he take a gamble and enter the demon-slaying formation set up behind the palace to try and rescue his third brother, Fang Guozhen, as long as Fang Guozhen could be rescued?

So let alone one Basong, even if you add another Basong, they can handle it; it's no big deal.

Having figured out the cause and effect, Chen Jie was invigorated and had a clear objective for his next action. He no longer seemed clueless.

What people fear most is having no plan, because without a plan, people become chaotic, and when they are chaotic, they act like headless flies.

Therefore, Chen Jie still had his own plan. Next, he would enter the palace and see if he could kill the emperor. If he could kill the emperor, things would be easier for Fang Zheng. He could directly leave the palace leaderless and then take over the palace with a much higher success rate.

Having figured these things out, Chen Jie immediately felt relieved.

The night passed quickly, and the next day, the entire Divine Dragon Sect members split into smaller groups and headed into the city. Five thousand people arrived at the city gate in succession, not until evening.

By this time, the old prime minister had already made contact with the guards inside. As soon as the army arrived, the gates of the capital were opened, and the army entered the city directly, heading straight for the palace.

However, the soldiers and disciples of the Holy Church were also very vigilant. They were discovered when they were two streets away from the palace, and then a large-scale battle broke out.

"Kill! Follow me! Kill our way into the palace and capture the dog emperor alive!"

Fang Zheng roared and brandished his long sword, and the people behind him followed him as they charged forward.

Beside him were Fang Susu, Zhang Cuishan, Du Xiong, Hei Ligu, Gematai, and a group of experts. The group headed straight for the palace. On the way, Chen Jie said to Gematai, "If you capture the emperor, check if there is a scarecrow pattern on the back of his neck. If there is, kill him immediately!"

"Yes!"

Gematai immediately agreed. Chen Jie gave the order and then rushed into the direction of the palace by himself. The palace guards were distracted by the riots outside and did not notice that someone was floating across the rooftops in the darkness, heading straight for the main hall of the Siamese Royal Palace.

At this moment, in the main hall of the Siamese royal palace, Chao Fa Chai was tied to a wooden frame, while on the other side, a man sat on the throne looking at Chao Fa Chai, with a short knife in front of him.

In a little while, he will use this knife to dig out Zhao Fachai's heart and offer it as a sacrifice to the heavens.

(End of this chapter)