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

Chapter 372 Retaking the Throne
A jet-black dragon flashed across the sky.

Mingchen had no time to pay attention to the escaped Bodhisattva Huiji.

The Immortal Jade Record was burning hot. His figure flashed and landed on the ground, finally ending his long period of borrowing the technique.

"Big brother!"

A violent emotion surged through his mind, which he forcibly suppressed.

Looking at Wang Huai with concern in her eyes, the first thing she noticed was the horrifying emptiness in his chest.

"Mingchen, what brings you here?"

Wang Huai felt that the luckiest thing in his life was probably meeting this younger brother.

This younger brother gave him the opportunity to realize his dream.

From beginning to end, it made his ordinary life shine.

The two had disagreements and were rivals, but their friendship remained unchanged.

He didn't even know if he was alive or dead, but when he saw Mingchen, he couldn't help but smile.

"Brother! Why aren't you staying home?!"

Mingchen quickly pulled out a white flame and placed it on Wang Huai's chest, looking at him questioningly.

Mingchen is usually playful and frivolous, and ordinary people don't know what he's thinking.

However, this time, he seemed genuinely angry.

Wang Huai is already 'dead,' and Mingchen doesn't want him to get involved in world affairs anymore.

"Cough cough~"

Wang Huai coughed lightly and chuckled dryly, "Mingchen, I'm just trying to help you!"

"How can I stand idly by and watch the Blood-Clad Army fall to this state?"

If he could truly sit still and do nothing, then he wouldn't be Wang Huai.

Why weren't you notified me beforehand?

Wang Huai lowered his eyes and said softly to Mingchen, "Mingchen, I am the eldest brother..."

He has never been anyone's younger brother in his entire life.

Everyone respected him, and everyone called him elder brother.

Call him arrogant or conceited.

No older brother is always dependent on his younger brother.

Wang Huai stepped in to clean up his own mess; he didn't want to bother Ming Chen anymore.

Under the influence of the white flames, the flesh and blood rapidly grew and replenished, quickly healing the shocking hole in Wang Huai's chest and the messy injuries he had suffered.

However, perhaps due to excessive blood loss, Wang Huai's body appeared sickly pale.

Mingchen paused for a moment. Since things had come to this point, he didn't want to continue the topic or argue about who was right and who was wrong.

He simply asked, "How are you feeling now?"

When Wang Huai ascended to the Immortal Jade Record, he had already prepared for the worst.

Unexpectedly, upon arriving here, they discovered that Wang Huai was still alive.

On the contrary, his aura was extremely strong, and he even confronted the Bodhisattva and killed the cultivator.

Like a god of war.

Mingchen was neither a doctor nor a cultivator, so he didn't know what Wang Huai's current condition was.

"All right!"

"I'm all better now!"

Last time, when Wang Huai was cursed by Qi Yuan, it was this fire that helped him break free.

Now, even with a hole ripped into his chest, he's managed to heal it.

Wang Huai touched his chest and said to Ming Chen with some emotion, "Your skills are truly divine!"

"Mingchen!"

At the same time, Buchen also came over and greeted Mingchen.

The usually unrestrained and boisterous monk was now somewhat reserved.

He patted his chest when he arrived, indicating that he would help Wang Huai clear all obstacles.

Unexpectedly, he ended up not playing much of a role at all, only taking a beating, and even causing Wang Huai to suffer a fatal injury.

I am ashamed to face Mingchen.

Mingchen waved his hand at the guy with annoyance: "Monk, if you have nothing better to do, come with me to the Northern Frontier Battlefield."

"Row!"

The senior monk also felt that since joining Mingchen's camp, he hadn't done many serious things.

It's purely a side effect.

So he just chuckled and agreed.

As dawn broke, sunlight began to spill down.

The once magnificent Grand Marshal's Mansion was now a scene of utter devastation, with collapsed buildings, broken walls, and blood everywhere.

The body, cut in two, lay in a pool of blood to one side.

Mingchen glanced around and asked, "Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Based on the information he knew, the current situation, and Wang Huai's personality.

He already had some idea of ​​Wang Huai's purpose, so he was able to come here directly.

However, he did not recognize the injustice and felt bewildered by the appearance of the deity last night.

Mingchen felt that something was off about Wang Huai.

He wanted to ask a couple more questions.

To understand the ins and outs of the matter.

Upon hearing this, Wang Huai simply shook his head, seemingly somewhat anxious: "Mingchen, let's discuss this later."

"Time is of the essence."

After saying that, his eyes flashed and accurately swept over the fat figure trembling and crawling out of the shadows.

As footsteps approached, the shrubs that were covering the area were suddenly pushed aside, and sunlight streamed in.

"Do not……"

"Spare your life, spare your life!"

"Your Majesty, spare my life!"

"Everything I did was forced upon me by injustice."

If this is a dream, Du Yun'an really wants to wake up as soon as possible.

Several faces, obscuring the sunlight, were more terrifying than demons, shattering any remaining hope he had.

He trembled all over, crawling and scrambling, tears streaming down his face, constantly pleading with the person in front of him.

He became the Grand Marshal, wielding immense power and influence throughout the Great Qi, enjoying unparalleled prestige.

But at this moment, the Grand Marshal was as humble as an insect.

terrible!

so horrible!

Everything that happened tonight was beyond his comprehension.

Wang Huai returned from the underworld and judged his sins.

Even such powerful beings as Bai Gong were killed by Wang Huai.

The battle of magic, the Bodhisattva, the black dragon... the messy things that followed were beyond his comprehension.

His position as Grand Marshal was smaller than a speck of dust.

He was terrified; all he wanted was to survive.

Wang Huai stared coldly at the cowardly fat pig with a sullen face.

How ridiculous... This is actually the successor who has taken control of the Blood-Clad Army.

Wang Huai planted his broadsword in the ground, coldly looking down at him, and asked in a judgmental tone, "Du Yun'an, do you still remember the oath of the Blood-Clad Army?"

Du Yun'an trembled: "Swear... an oath?"

The sunlight was behind Wang Huai, so Du Yun'an couldn't see Wang Huai's face clearly.

All I could hear was his emotionless questioning, as if he were giving his life a final judgment.

His fat jiggled twice, and he quickly said, "I know...I know!"

"explain."

"I……"

Du Yun'an's face turned deathly pale, and he was sweating profusely.

what happened? !
He remembers!
The oath of the Blood-Clad Army consists of just two sentences, which every soldier of the Blood-Clad Army has recited countless times.

I'm so tired of hearing it.

How could he forget at this critical moment!
What... what is it?!

Brain, remember this!

The more nervous and fearful he was, the more his mind went blank.

He cowered in fear: "I will sacrifice my blood for peace, I will... I will mend my armor with my soul..."

"vomit……"

Du Yun'an couldn't continue speaking. His heart was pounding, he felt stars flashing before his eyes, and he was having difficulty breathing. He covered his mouth and vomited up some bluish-black substance, urine flowed freely, and he lost control of his bladder and bowels.

The intense fear terrified him.

The next instant, a flash of light appeared, and the voice abruptly stopped.

The terrified, obese head was lifted up by its hair.

There was no emotion in Wang Huai's eyes; even anger seemed to have vanished.

He simply looked indifferently at the fat pig's still-frightened eyes: "You've been expelled from the Blood-Clad Army."

……

Something big has happened in Xinhe City.

Yesterday, the earth shook violently, dark clouds filled the sky, thunder roared, and auspicious light shone, as if a god had descended to earth.

When the sun rose the next day, some people made a shocking discovery.

The Grand Marshal's Mansion, which was even more prestigious than the imperial palace, was now a scene of utter chaos and devastation.

The servants fought over the family property and fled in all directions.

Some bolder civilians also rushed in to rob the valuables.

Du Yun'an is dead!
The headless corpse was outside the main house, as if some terrifying force had descended and razed the entire main house to the ground.

This is so weird!

Fear and chaos spread throughout New River City.

All factions were shaken, and undercurrents surged.

As the sun sets, dusk paints the sky with vibrant hues.

"Du Yun'an is dead?!"

Inside the rather luxurious mansion, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man sat in a chair, rubbing his temples with a furrowed brow.

The front lines were already in dire straits, and now, at this critical juncture, Du Yun'an has died.

The whole situation is a mess.

The Great Qi is about to collapse, so it's best to make as much money as possible while we still have some resources.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in.

The shadow blocked the dim sunlight from outside the house.

A chill that seemed to penetrate to the very soul made him shiver.

He was jolted awake and suddenly raised his head.

Then, his eyes suddenly narrowed, his mouth opened wide, and he stammered, unable to speak: "You...you..."

The person I revered and feared most in my life stood at the doorway, his tall, imposing figure blocking out the sunlight, looking down at me from above, holding a hideous head in his hand.

Such a terrifying vision penetrates the soul, no less so than falling into the underworld.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

He trembled and fell to his knees, his face filled with terror.

Wang Huai's sense of oppression towards the Blood-Clad Army was palpable, reaching even to the soul.

This...how is this possible? !
Wasn't Wang Huai already dead?!

Is he a human or a ghost?!

What is he holding in his hand?!

It's Du Yun'an's head!
Was Du Yun'an killed by Wang Huai?
Wang Huai has come to seek revenge...

Wang Huai's skin was pale, and his eyes were filled with blood. He looked down at the general and said coldly, "Pang Minghui, do you still remember the oath of the Blood-Clad Army?"

Pang Minghui knelt on the ground, his mind blank, and stammered, "With...with my blood and sweat to forge armor, with my heroic soul to sacrifice for peace..."

With a flash of light, the blade ploughed a huge trench in the floor in front of him.

"Don't forget to attend court tomorrow."

He uttered a cold remark, and then vanished without a trace.

Pang Minghui, who was kneeling on the ground, swayed and raised his head blankly.

The sun gradually set behind the mountain.

He unconsciously touched his neck, feeling a chill run down his spine, as if he had just brushed with death.

The same thing had already happened in the mansions of many powerful and wealthy people throughout the day.

……

The chaos in New River City continued into the night.

However, the Great Qi Imperial Palace was unusually peaceful.

It was called a palace, but it was really just a larger hall. It wasn't as big as Du Yun'an's mansion, nor was it as rich and imposing.

The young emperor was a mascot kept in a cage; he didn't even know that Du Yun'an had died.

I couldn't sleep tonight, tossing and turning, feeling quite restless.

"What's your name?"

Suddenly, a low, hoarse voice rang out in the palace.

The young emperor trembled and suddenly sat up: "Who are you?!"

"Here comes someone!"

"Help!"

"Help!!"

His hair stood on end, and he kept shouting loudly.

However, the entire palace was quiet, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and no one answered him.

The man then asked him, "What's your name?"

The little emperor was terrified, cowering, and replied, "Woof...Wang Yuyang."

"No, no, no... not that name, I mean, your original name."

The original name?
Du Yun'an had told him that his name was Wang Yuyang, and that was his original name.

He will die!

"My name is Wang Yuyang."

The man's tone seemed somewhat regretful: "Is that so?"

He's just a child.

But once he sat in that position and accepted that crown... he could never escape it.

Is living freely in poverty really less desirable than being worshipped by everyone, yet losing your freedom and your life?
There will never be an answer to this question.

Wang Huai shook his head: "Child, I need to borrow something from you."

……

The following day, the stench of blood permeated the entire city of New River.

The entire city is in complete chaos. The country, which was already a makeshift organization, is now completely out of control.

All the civil and military officials of the newly established Qi dynasty, who had not slept all night, gathered outside the palace.

They probably all received some information and experienced some things.

As far as the eye could see, many familiar colleagues had disappeared, especially the Grand Marshal who always stood at the forefront and wielded immense power.

Those who arrived today were all pale-faced and filled with trepidation.

They looked at each other, and both could see the fear in each other's eyes.

Time flowed slowly, and the sun shone brightly high above the dome.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

The bells and drums rang out, and the messenger shouted in a loud voice, "Attend court!"

"Squeak~"

The gates slowly opened, revealing a grand imperial hall that, while not particularly magnificent, exuded an eerie atmosphere.

The place where profits were once divided in laughter and conversation is now like a den of demons.

They entered the door, trembling.

"Da da da~"

The sound of footsteps came from far to near.

A figure walked in through the side door.

It was not the diminutive little emperor of the past, but a different, imposing and robust figure.

He wasn't wearing a dragon robe or a crown; he was dressed in the most ordinary coarse cloth clothes, carrying a large sword, and strode over.

He sat imposingly on his throne, looking down at everyone present.

A kingly aura swept across the land, and a rough and unrestrained spirit swept over us.

Several people trembled, their faces filled with terror, and immediately knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty..."

Someone started it, and then... one after another.

Everyone present knelt down on the ground.

The man on the throne was the one they once respected most, and now they feared most.

Some emperors were worshipped because of their inherent noble status and power.

And some... are because of his own nature.

(End of this chapter)