As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 231 Blood Demons Rampage

Having obtained the answer he wanted, Wang Huai repeatedly asked Bu Chen, "Master, where is he now?"

Upon hearing this, Bu Chen simply shook his head, pointed to the chaotic city in the distance, and said, "I cannot say either. Your Majesty, instead of getting bogged down in vague matters, why not focus on the present?"

He might be starting to realize now what this monarch is missing.

"Forehead……"

Wang Huai paused upon hearing this.

Not getting angry is like a bucket of cold water being poured over your head.

He came to his senses and realized that Mingchen's failure to show himself meant he didn't want to see him.

We'll be rivals as soon as we meet.

"Ugh……"

He shook his head and sighed softly.

The other party's rescue of him this time was probably only out of personal friendship between them and had nothing to do with official business.

He now needs to accept the fact that with the fall of Yueyang and the destruction of the Chen Kingdom, he and Mingchen no longer have a common enemy; they will now be adversaries.

Mingchen will no longer help him.

"I understand!"

He is the monarch of a country; he is the monarch alone.

We can no longer think about the idea of ​​two kings ruling the world separately.

Wang Huai turned to look at what was in front of him and asked the monk, "I will never forget your life-saving grace."

"How is the master's condition?"

"I'll summon the army doctor to examine you!"

Logically and emotionally, since the monk came to help and was injured, he naturally needed to take good care of him.

Moreover, this monk is exceptionally skilled in combat and is quite a talent.

Wang Huai treated him with courtesy; if he could be won over, all the better.

The monk waved his hand dismissively, saying, "Thank you, Your Majesty. It's just a minor injury, nothing to brag about. I'll be fine after a short rest."

He did not seek any favor from the emperor or ask for any reward, but simply said, "Your Majesty only needs to have the soldiers clear the way and let this humble monk leave."

"it is good……"

Buchen was someone Mingchen invited.

Seeing that he was determined to leave, Wang Huai didn't say anything more, but simply waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to let him go.

The monk clasped his hands together and bowed to Wang Huai, then turned around and disappeared into the twilight.

"..."

Wang Huai stood there, quietly watching the other person leave.

His face was shrouded in darkness, and no one could see his expression.

It's past midnight. Soldiers on the front lines, civilians in the city, soldiers attacking and defending the city... no one can sleep tonight.

Wang Huai slowly turned around, his eyes sparkling, gazing at the majestic city in the distance.

He knew that everything would be different after tomorrow.

……

"Cough cough!"

"You bastard Mingchen, you tricked this humble monk into fighting like this!"

"You don't even know to welcome this humble monk!"

As dawn broke, fragmented sunlight rose from the east, illuminating the layers of clouds on the horizon.

As dawn breaks and the clouds part to reveal the light, all evil spirits and malevolent forces will eventually vanish.

Suddenly, a roar echoed from the silent mountaintop.

The monk was somewhat injured, but he spoke with a carefree air when he left Wang Huai. However, it was quite difficult for him to climb the mountain step by step.

Reaching the mountaintop and seeing the sunlight, he leaned on his knife and shouted irritably.

This guy tricked him into fighting such a troublesome battle, and he should at least come and greet him afterwards!
"Master?"

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

After all, I've been here for over a month.

A small wooden cabin has been added to the top of the mountain.

The monk's voice was very distinctive, and as soon as he finished speaking, a little bald man ran out of the small wooden house.

Seeing that Bu Chen was not in good condition, he quickly came over and gently patted his master's back with a concerned expression.

Adults naturally wouldn't involve children in their affairs, and Bu Chen didn't tell the young monk about going out to fight.

Meanwhile, on the other side, a small, charred tree emitted a soft glow as a person emerged.

"Ok?"

"Master's magical power is so high, comparable to that of gods and Buddhas. I suppose I don't need to do anything!"

"I'm so sorry! I deserve to die. I never imagined that my master was so badly injured that he couldn't come back!"

"If I had known this would happen, I would have sent White Wolf to pick you up. No... I should have gone to pick you up myself."

The handsome young man stepped forward and said with concern.

Well... the performance was a bit over the top.

The cabin was for the monk and his apprentice; Mingchen clearly had a better place to stay.

Fuyao'er's Wutong Divine Tree can be said to be an essential artifact for home and travel. It is a mobile villa that can be used anytime, anywhere. You can bring whatever you want, as it has everything you need.

When confessing one's love for the first time, the scene should naturally be more elaborate, which is why Fuyao made such a grand spectacle on the grassland.

Normally, she can control the sycamore tree to turn it into a charred sapling without attracting attention.

The monk was not attached to material things, but seeing Mingchen coming and going from this treasure, he was somewhat envious.

Not angry: ...

"you!"

How infuriating!

The monk, being such a proud man, could not bear to hear such words, and he became so angry that he puffed out his beard and glared at them.

He didn't feel much injury during the fight, but now, after hearing Mingchen's few words, he felt his blood rushing to his head and he had an urge to vomit blood.

This person is really infuriating!

Mingchen did send Bailang to pick him up, but the monk refused.

First, one must be strong; being carried back by the white wolf always makes one feel ashamed.

Secondly, because the white wolf is a demon, although he had previously abandoned his preconceived notions and was willing to treat it with a normal mindset, it did not mean that he could be carried by the white wolf with a clear conscience.

Now that he's up the mountain, and he's complaining about this, it's no wonder Mingchen is being sarcastic towards him.

However, Mingchen was just being sarcastic, even though he said that.

The little bird flew to the monk's side, and with a casual flap of its wings, some orange-yellow flames landed on him.

The bright flames were not hot at all, nor did they scorch.

The magical power flowed, and some energy was transmitted through the flames into the monk's body, flowing into his limbs and bones.

The monk was startled, feeling a warm sensation all over his body, and his pain was somewhat relieved.

"Thanks."

The monk never imagined he would be healed by a demon. His expression softened, and he nodded to the little bird.

This monk is quite tough, and Mingchen nodded in approval.

If Fuyao can handle it, there's no need to use his Nirvana Flame.

Jokes are jokes.

In any case, he had asked someone for help, so Mingchen cupped his hands in thanks and said, "Thank you, Master, for saving Wang Huai."

The monk simply waved his hand.

He looked at Mingchen intently and asked, "Mingchen, tell me, what is your relationship with the Blood-Clad Army?"

Originally, the monk thought that Mingchen was a talented minister who assisted Xiao Xinyue, possessing wisdom and extraordinary talent.

Now it seems that this person is much more terrifying than he imagined.

He is not someone who conforms to the situation; he is someone who stirs up storms and changes the world.

Mingchen shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Wang Huai is my sworn brother."

“I did participate in the Blood-Clad Army uprising, and I wrote the poem about blood staining armor.”

Not angry: ...

He is both Xiao Xinyue's Marquis of Jing'an and the sworn brother of the King of Qi.

So, you think you've got the world in your hands?!
I thought you were a savior, but it turns out you're the real tyrant of a chaotic world!
The devil is right beside me?
"Master, don't overthink it."

Mingchen guessed what the monk was thinking, but shook his head and sighed softly: "A monarch cannot be manipulated. My brother is still my brother, but the Blood-Clad Army is no longer the original Blood-Clad Army. If I assist the new monarch, it is inevitable that brothers will quarrel in the future."

"..."

The monk fell silent for a moment upon hearing this.

Now he seemed to understand why Mingchen also possessed great supernatural powers, but instead of showing himself, he sent him to the battlefield to rescue Wang Huai.

"The war is over..."

"With our common enemy defeated, the next step is our struggle against each other."

Mingchen lowered his eyes slightly and looked into the distance.

The shouts of battle had gradually subsided.

In a single day, hundreds of thousands of people were forever buried on this land.

When the sunlight pierced through the clouds and scattered across the brutal battlefield, all that could be seen was a scene of corpses strewn everywhere and rivers of blood.

The city walls were mottled, blood splattered, and the fluttering Chen Kingdom flag had been replaced by the Blood Demon Flag of the Blood-Clad Army.

The army marched in perfect order toward the place that rebels throughout history had always longed for.

Time pushes people forward, and the Blood-Clad Army he created has finally come to its current end.

Blood Demons Rampage the Nation

[They rose in rebellion, destroyed the dynasty, and occupied Kyoto]

Blood Devotion: Godslayer, Oath of Armies

……

The light rain that fell at night stopped after a while.

But the air quality in the whole city seemed to have improved.

The city gates, which had been closed for three months, were reopened, but it was not what the people had hoped for.

The streets were eerily quiet.

People huddled in every corner, their doors tightly shut, yet they secretly peered through cracks and holes in the same direction.

"Woooooo~"

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound of bugles accompanied the booming of military drums.

"Da da da."

Horses trampled onto the bluestone floor of the capital.

The mighty army entered the city, with each soldier maintaining a proper distance, holding a spear, and standing still on the street.

It was impossible for hundreds of thousands of troops to squeeze into the city. Wang Huai only brought some generals and ministers, along with eight thousand elite soldiers, into the city. The rest of the troops stayed outside the city to guard and clean up the battlefield.

Even the most disciplined soldiers couldn't help but look around at this moment.

Their eyes lit up, and their faces were full of anticipation.

Many of them were born into humble circumstances and had never even seen what the capital city looked like in their lives; they couldn't even imagine it.

No one knew that they would enter the capital city gates in such a manner today.

Within the majestic city walls lies a bustling world, with rows of houses and a magnificent, golden palace in the distance.

The capital city is overflowing with treasures; the capital city is overflowing with wealth and glory.

Now, they've broken in!
These treasures, these riches and honors, will ultimately belong to them.

Thinking of this, they unconsciously shifted their gaze toward the center of the street.

A crimson cloak fluttered in the wind as the monarch rode a jet-black steed, a large sword at his side, his body swaying with the horse's movements. Surrounded by the gazes of his soldiers, he slowly made his way down the street.

Majestic and domineering, proud and fierce. The leader of the Blood-Clad Army, the monarch of the Great Qi, Wang Huai.

They entered Yueyang City in a righteous and honorable manner, and destroyed the State of Chen.

Dynastic change, the world changes hands.

After that, the city should be renamed Wang.

"Da da da!"

The sound of warhorses galloping forward echoed in his ears. Wang Huai rode forward, looking at this majestic capital city that had stood for hundreds of years, receiving the gazes of everyone who looked at him with either awe or fear.

For a moment, I didn't know how to describe my feelings.

He is done!
They were once the lowest and most ordinary poor people who almost starved to death, but they rose up in rebellion, united the heroes, smashed the gates of the old country, and conquered this vast territory.

Glory, pride, excitement, confusion, nervousness... all sorts of emotions swirled in my chest.

Suddenly, the warhorse stopped in its tracks.

The surrounding soldiers were taken aback and looked at their leader with some surprise.

Wang Huai stopped, so naturally, they couldn't continue.

Wang Huai didn't care about the gazes of others; he just stared fixedly ahead.

A palace that's been around for hundreds of years!
How magnificent, how majestic, how noble!

But it's far more beautiful than the palace in Xiaoyao City, which was pieced together from scorched earth and rubble.

This is more like a royal palace!
He tilted his head, his eyes somewhat vacant, his lips moving as he murmured softly, "I am the emperor of this world!"

In the future... he will be the emperor of this world.

The Emperor... the Emperor...

A captivating vocabulary.

Even today, he has not forgotten his original aspiration.

He wanted to sever the corrupt system of the old dynasty, eliminate all corrupt officials, overthrow the old dynasty, and establish a clean country.

But this does not conflict with his ambition to rule the world.

Hearing what Wang Huai said...

Some of the quick-witted generals nearby immediately shouted, "Long live the Emperor!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Long live your Majesty!!"

"..."

One was followed by two or three, and in no time the sound spread and echoed throughout the street.

Amidst the congratulations and entourage, Wang Huai felt as if the road to the palace was a stairway to heaven. With each step forward, an invisible aura surged around him, his thoughts rose higher and higher, and all his pride and arrogance were contained within his heart.

He knew very well that he had changed since he stepped through the city gates.

The group moved slowly forward and finally arrived at the palace gate.

The palace was not as sacred and magnificent as it appeared from afar; upon entering, one could see a disturbance.

Some palace maids and eunuchs fled in a sorry state, and there were no guards, so the entire palace was in chaos.

Upon seeing this scene, Wang Huai merely lowered his eyes slightly, his expression darkening, and uttered only one word.

"kill!"

As the cold words fell, the surrounding soldiers couldn't help but shiver.

The next moment, the soldiers filed out, adding to the bloody chaos of the imperial city.

Previously, Dong Zhenghong's entry into the palace caused a riot, and this time, Wang Huai's entry into the palace has caused even more chaos!

Not only in the palace, but Wang Huai will also unleash a bloodbath in Yueyang.

All the powerful and influential families with centuries-old lineages, the deeply entrenched upper class, were killed, robbed, and uprooted.

They used their corpses as nourishment to nurture a vibrant new dynasty.

Those who rise up by relying on powerful families or those who obtain royal power by relying on the powerful and wealthy might be wary of them.

But the Blood-Clad Army were people who rose from the grassroots, most of whom were civilians conscripted from all over the country, so they were fearless.

They felt only deep-seated resentment towards those in power who oppressed them.

The corrupt and powerful figures of the old dynasty will always be an obstacle to the establishment of a new dynasty. Even Xiao Xinyue, who still has the status of a princess, is destined to be bound by certain constraints.

But the Blood-Clad Army is different!

This was the mission that Mingchen set for the Blood-Clad Army when it was founded, and it is their most fundamental contradiction.

Even though the Blood-Clad Army is gradually becoming out of control, this mission will not change.

Wang Huai and his party continued forward, climbing many steps until they reached the last spacious hall.

This is the Hall of Supreme Harmony, where officials held court and discussed matters.

This single room, however, controls the operation of the entire country.

At this time, the country was destroyed and the city was shattered, so it was naturally deserted and no civil or military officials came to court.

The main hall was empty. The first thing Wang Huai saw was that noble seat. The simple seat stirred the hearts of heroes from all over the world.

This is the dragon throne that only the supreme ruler can sit on.

However, immediately afterward, a cold wind blew, and a foul odor wafted over.

Raising an eyebrow slightly, he saw an old man in a dragon robe hanging in mid-air on the throne.

A three-foot-long white silk ribbon tightened around his neck, the water stains on his crotch were still wet, his face was purple, there were several scratches on his old face, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to bulge out.

It was clearly a person, but at this moment, its appearance was indeed more terrifying than that of a vengeful ghost.

Dong Zhenghong.

The old man didn't run away; he actually hanged himself right there.

Having been an emperor, one probably couldn't bear the thought of fleeing in disgrace and living a life of humiliation.

When one is utterly despondent, one's spirit has already gone mad.

The usurper, having exhausted all his efforts to seize the throne from the Xiao family, reigned as emperor for a year, worshipping ghosts and gods in hopes of finding a glimmer of hope.

In the end, it all ended up like this.

For some reason, seeing Dong Zhenghong's ferocious and terrifying face, Wang Huai felt a chill run down his spine, and he firmly memorized that face.

He shook his head, clearing his mind, and simply said to his subordinate, "Get him down."

This thing is really an eyesore here.

"Yes!"

"Brother!"

Just then, a sudden sound rang in my ears.

Wang Huai was startled and looked sharply in the direction from which the sound came.

His younger brother, who shared the same parents and was on the verge of starvation, suddenly appeared before him.

When the Blood-Clad Army rose up and seized power in the south, he was unwilling to live a life of ease. He ventured alone into the capital and infiltrated the imperial court.

This is his younger brother, and even Mingchen holds a place in Wang Huai's heart that he cannot compare to.

He quickly stepped forward and hugged the thin scholar tightly: "Brother Liu!"

Blood-stained clothes breach Yueyang, and the brothers are reunited.

The journey has been arduous, filled with blood, tears, and confusion, and many important people have left us.

But at this moment, Wang Huai is joyful.

……

Wang Huai has entered Yueyang. After years of planning, his long-cherished wish has finally been fulfilled.

Mingchen also let out a soft breath.

Wang Huai did something extraordinary: he ruthlessly destroyed everything and changed the course of the world.

Similarly, the gift they gave him didn't seem simple either, but with the monk here, Mingchen had no time to investigate.

Once the battle was over, the matter was considered closed.

The monk didn't seem to want to talk to Mingchen about ghosts and gods, and only briefly mentioned the Blood-Clad Army.

After packing his bags, he asked Mingchen, "Mingchen, what are you planning to do next?"

The Blood-Clad Army breached Yueyang City, and the Chen Kingdom was destroyed.

The play was completed in just one day.

However, the preparation for a play takes too long.

Mingchen and Buchen stayed on this mountain for a month just to watch this show.

Neither of them were reclusive individuals, and everything had settled down.

Buchen knew very well that it was about time for him to leave.

"Are you going back to Ji Qu?"

Having spent this time together, he had achieved his goal and had a pretty good idea of ​​what kind of person Mingchen was.

Intelligent and quick-witted, shrewd and calculating, cynical and ambitious, seemingly eccentric but not inherently evil.

Although it was somewhat different from what he had imagined, it was indeed trustworthy.

They get along well and can be considered friends.

But he is not Mingchen's follower, nor does he need to stay with him all the time; he wants to walk his own path of cultivation.

He now wants to go and see what the new dynasty that Mingchen supports is like, and then decide on the path he will take next.

If Mingchen returns to Jiqu, they can travel together; if he doesn't, then forget it.

Mingchen shook his head: "No."

Upon hearing this, the monk patted the little monk's bald head and said, "Then let's part ways here."

Monks are elegant and decisive people.

A gentleman's friendship is characterized by direct interaction and clean separation.

"Hey!"

Upon hearing this, Mingchen showed no reluctance whatsoever. Instead, he curled his lip in disdain and said, "I should be the one saying that!"

Letting the monk speak first would make it seem like he was reluctant to part with the other person.

Mingchen had long wanted to kick out this burly, lazy, and unlucky fellow.

It prevented him from flirting with Fuyao and Long Lian.

Now that the mission of saving Wang Huai's life is complete, the monk can get lost.

Going to the North to see the beautiful sea girl, with this guy by my side would be a bit of an eyesore.

Not angry: ...

So, this person is really infuriating!
Mingchen casually tossed a jade token to the monk and said with a smile, "If you get into trouble in Jiqu, use this."

"Of course, if you really do something evil, well, I can still protect you."

Not angry: ...

The soft jade was warm to the touch, and the two characters 'Jing'an' were engraved on it in bold, elegant strokes.

Ji Qu is Ming Chen's territory. If his name doesn't work, then he's just wasting his time.

The head monk glared at him and roared, "This humble monk never commits any evil deeds!!!"

Ji Qu and those who respect him should really see what kind of scoundrel this Marquis of Jing'an is.

However, he still carefully put the jade pendant away.

He waved his hand dismissively, turned away, and simply said, "I'm leaving!"

The young monk was gentle and polite. Carrying his bag, he put his hands together and bowed to Mingchen, saying, "Thank you for taking care of me these past few days, benefactor."

"This humble monk takes his leave."

"Farewell! Little monk, please teach your master manners more often!"

"Mingchen!!! You have absolutely no right to say that!"

The two figures, one large and one small, gradually disappeared into the distance. Mingchen withdrew his gaze and glanced at the ancient capital that had undergone tremendous changes not far away.

She then turned her gaze away and gently patted the child's head: "Shy Butterfly, it's time for us to go."

"Ah."

The play has come to an end.

Next, he was going to the North to see the other two leaders who ruled over the land.

(End of this chapter)