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Chapter 58 [Control of a County]

The local tyrants in Yanhan have their own unique way of survival.

They can tolerate the tyranny of officials above them, but they cannot tolerate the rise of local forces that threaten their own existence.

The four great families all extended olive branches to Zhang Shou, hoping to marry him and his brother, so that the next generation heir of Zhangjiabao would become their common child and form a close blood alliance.

But Zhang Shou refused this kindness.

So when the river god sacrifice was forcibly interpreted by magic as an immortal collecting livestock and the immortal magic was passed on to Zhang Shou, the several clan leaders present immediately realized that Zhang Shou was building up momentum for himself.

So, the county magistrate only briefly proposed to eliminate Zhangjiabao, and he quickly gained their support...

Huang Shiren analyzed what happened today to his children bit by bit.

The open and covert struggles between these organizations are part of the education of the powerful.

They taught by example all the way, and just when they saw the east gate of Pingxiang County from afar, a strong smell of smoke suddenly filled the air.

Hu~
Huang Shiren pulled his horse to a stop, and the elite cavalry behind him also stopped in obedience to his orders.

You can see that there is a dark and thick smoke surging on the street ahead, and some tall and strong figures are faintly standing in the smoke.

After getting her father's approval, Huang's daughter rode her horse forward a few steps and shouted loudly.

"Who is so blind as to dare to block the way for our Huang family?"

No one answered in the fog.

At this time, a breeze blew through the street, and the smoke followed the wind direction and spread towards the Huang family's cavalry at a speed visible to the naked eye, obscuring the bright moon in the sky above their heads and trapping the Huang family's cavalry in it.

"Don't panic, listen to my orders."

This cavalry was truly elite. Under Huang Shiren's command, the knights suppressed their coughs and soothed their horses. Although there were constant sounds of anxious horse neighing and horse hooves, no major chaos occurred.

Perhaps in order to test the fighting ability of the Yellow Turban warriors, Chen Sheng did not choose to force the thick smoke into the lungs of this team of people this time.

Jingle Bell!
The clear sound of the bells is particularly ethereal in the night.

Each of them was at least eight feet tall, wearing a yellow robe, with bulging muscles, a yellow scarf on the head, and a pale golden complexion. They walked through the smoke and soon appeared in Huang Shiren's sight, which was filled with energy and blood.

When Huang Shiren saw them, these Yellow Turban strongmen were running forward wildly, and they were running faster and faster, as fast as galloping horses.

Combined with his tall and strong physique, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.

“Charge! Charge!

Don't be afraid of falling, and don't worry about stepping on your own people.

Charge straight ahead and crush everything that stands in your way with your iron hooves."

As the slogans sounded, the cavalry immediately accelerated and rushed forward.

After a brief acceleration, the two sides collided like two torrents.

Rumble!
At the moment of the collision, some shorter Yellow Turban warriors were directly knocked back by their horses;

Some were cut by the cavalry's blades, which were infused with energy and blood. From the deep wounds on their bodies, pale golden mucus flowed out.

There were also Yellow Turban strongmen who managed to avoid the charge, and by grabbing the horse's neck with both arms, they threw it to the side, throwing the cavalryman and horse to the ground;
People neighed, horses neighed, blood splattered, and the long street instantly fell into chaos.

Huang Shiren led the charge and after knocking down three Yellow Turban strongmen in a row, he finally encountered a nine-foot-tall acquaintance.

When he saw the other person's face clearly in the thick smoke, he was stunned with shock.

"Zhao Gou? How did you become like this?"

But Zhao Gou, who was transformed into a Yellow Turban strongman, would not make friends with him and swung his fist to hit him on the head.

Zhao Gou's movements were powerful and forceful, but they seemed a little slow in the eyes of the experts. Huang Shiren's arms immediately turned into a series of afterimages, attacking him with speed against slowness.

The wind was howling, and blood and energy were gushing out. The horse under Huang Shiren was killed by the overflowing energy in just a few moves.

He flew down to the ground and continued fighting with Zhao Gou, crushing the stone pavement beneath his feet into pieces. His fists seemed to transform into dozens of shadowy fists, pouring blows of force into his old friend's chest, enough to split stone and crack stone. Zhao Gou's chest was ripped open, but his golden ribs remained intact.

The two men fought for dozens of punches before Huang Shiren finally saw an obvious flaw.

He decisively turned around and went behind, nimbly climbing onto the clumsy Zhao Gou's back, pouring the surging energy and blood into his palms, and raised his hand to hit the back of his head.

"whee--"

A pale ghost face suddenly appeared on the back of Zhao Gou's smooth light golden head, and it bit the hand that was offered to it.

Caught off guard, Huang Shiren's entire arm felt cold, and he instantly lost 20% of his energy and blood.

After being hit by one move, Zhao Gou's attack followed.

He stretched out his hand, pulled Huang Shiren off his back, threw him to the ground and punched him dozens of times, leaving him seriously injured and vomiting blood.

After the regrettable defeat, Huang Shiren collapsed on the ground and looked around.

He saw that hundreds of his own troops, all masters who had cultivated their qi and blood, had been defeated by the brutal charge of the Yellow Turban warriors, and few of them were still standing.

His two sons and daughters were each subdued by a nine-foot-tall Yellow Turban warrior.

He smiled sadly and said hoarsely.

"Zhang Shou, is that you?
What on earth are these yellow people? Is there really such a thing as magic in this world?

There was still no one answering on the street. Only three golden tight rings of curse fell from the sky and merged into the heads of the Huang family's father and son and disappeared.

From now on, their life and death will no longer be in their own hands.

For Chen Sheng, who wanted to control Pingxiang County, these living local tyrants were far more useful than dead ones.

Rumble!
The battle here had just ended when the sound of horse hooves came from afar.

Chen Sheng, who was monitoring the entire city through the water mirror technique, saw that the Wang family and the Li family, who had originally planned to leave the city from another direction, had heard the shouting and killing in the city and were rushing over to investigate the situation.

"Among the four great families in Pingyang County, the Huang family is the strongest. If you wait until the Huang family is defeated before you arrive, you will be too late."

Amidst Chen Sheng's hearty laughter, the Yellow Turban warriors, who had suffered few casualties, immediately rearranged their formation and continued to charge forward in the thick fog.

……

Two hours later.

"The Great and Good Master has received teachings from immortals. His magical powers are boundless and his divine might is unparalleled. As mortals like us, we cannot help but be impressed the moment we see him.

From now on, I will serve you as my lord, always at your service and render you the service of a dog or horse."

Outside the gate of the county government office, the county magistrate and the witch had already put on their clothes, and together with eight cultivators at the peak of the Refining Essence Realm from the other three families, and their followers who were still able to stand, they bowed respectfully.

It has to be said that these martial artists still have some courage and backbone. They endured the torture of the tight headband for a full hour before they were tortured by the pain of being bound in their bodies and minds and lost their spirit.

Chen Sheng stood on the steps of the county government gate, looking at the people below who were unwilling to give up and had low morale, and he was full of high spirits.

After three years of lying dormant, the day finally came when he began to show his talent.

Previously, the Yellow Turban strongmen held back when fighting against these defeated troops, resulting in not many deaths or serious injuries among their troops. With their martial arts skills, they could recover their combat effectiveness in a few months.

With the manpower of the government and the wealthy families, he can then do drastic things in Pingxiang County.

For example, opening warehouses to release grain and provide relief to the people;

For example, spreading doctrine and gathering faith;
For example, recruiting disciples and secretly establishing an organization;
For example, dredging the river to cover up the lie about the capture of the river god;

After all, in the worldview of immortals and gods, after the immortals captured the god of the Fuyang River, the river should not flood again.

"Although I have gathered all these people to serve my selfish desires in cultivation, since I have established the Way of Peace, I must bring peace to the world for all eternity."

(End of this chapter)