Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 392 Zhu Chongba in Despair
When a weary carrier hawk landed deep within the imperial palace of the Yuan Dynasty's capital, Dadu.

A torrent, worthy of being recorded in history and changing the world's landscape, has already swept through the proud city of Zizhou!
The porridge distribution, which began half a month in advance, had already attracted 300,000 to 400,000 refugees displaced by war and tyranny to the outskirts of the city.

On this day, when the bare-chested warriors of the White Lotus Sect carried the Peacock King statue, which was over ten meters tall, slowly walked down the main street of Haozhou City.

The streets were already packed with a dense crowd of people.

"Maha Peacock Mother Vidyaraja possesses great power, capable of extinguishing all poisons, fears, calamities, and afflictions, and embracing and nurturing all sentient beings."

"Believe in my Bright King, and you will attain great liberation! All poisons will be eradicated!"

The White Lotus Sect disciples, who chanted Buddhist mantras, would give a bowl of fragrant white rice—the kind that could support chopsticks—to the refugees queuing in front of them for every line they loudly recited.

These displaced people who gathered here, how could they possibly understand this Buddha or that Bodhisattva?
But they knew that this Peacock King really did provide meals! And he would feed them to their hearts' content!

So one by one, they followed suit and began to recite it aloud.

But gradually, as the huge statue of the Wisdom King slowly walked through the crowd.

The chanting gradually became hoarse and distorted, eventually turning into a roar!

The voices of hundreds of thousands of people, filled with hatred, converged, making the chanting of the Buddha's name, the Peacock King, resound throughout the entire city of Haozhou!
……

At a restaurant not far away.

A scholar in a blue robe stood by the railing, looking down at the bustling scene below, his eyes filled with malice.

"Mo Yu's methods are in no way inferior to Han Shantong's a few years ago!"

"Cough cough."

The imposing man sitting opposite him coughed a few times, and a trickle of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He casually wiped it away without a care, and said in a deep voice:
"He's far more powerful than the cult leader! At least, the one-eyed stone man the cult leader dug out of the Yellow River back then didn't have the ability to incite hatred in people's hearts, or even induce them to activate their demonic powers on their own..."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the middle-aged scholar Liu Bowen, who had a goatee, was holding a steamed bun, and was chewing on a bowl of tea.

"You know more about Buddhist and Taoist magic than we do. What's your opinion?"

Liu Bowen did not reply immediately.

He took a bowl of white rice from the porridge dispenser below from the guard.

He thanked her politely, then shoveled two pieces of food into his mouth, savoring the soft texture, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:
"This rice is completely free of sand, and the grains are plump. The taste is amazing. Although I have never eaten tribute rice, I feel that even tribute rice is no better than this."

Li Shanchang glanced at the glutton, his face turning quite gloomy:

"I have checked. For the past two weeks, the rice provided by the White Lotus Sect has been of this quality every day! And it has been served twice a day without fail!"

A rough estimate suggests that the grain they consumed was enough for an army of 100,000 to fight for more than three months…

He paused, his brow furrowing even deeper, his tone filled with confusion and unease:

"What's most strange is that I can't find out how such a large amount of grain was transported into the city!"
In fact, no other official or private granary in the entire province possessed such a large quantity and quality of fine grain!

Speaking of grain alone, the Yuan court certainly had some in its granaries.

However, it was all old grain.

Moreover, every warehouse has some shady dealings involved.

Moldy grain and substandard grain are among the least serious problems.
Adding sand and lime to rice to increase its weight and replace a small portion of it for resale is a fairly standard and basic operation.

As for those who simply go bankrupt, forge accounting records, and wait for a fire to burn down their warehouses, that does happen.

Zhu Yuanzhang took the half-bowl of rice that Liu Bowen had left over from his hand, and without any hesitation, casually ate a couple of bites.

Immediately, my whole body went numb.

"Back then, if someone had given us a bowl of this, our parents and brothers wouldn't have starved to death, we wouldn't have had to beg for food, and we certainly wouldn't have rebelled against those damned Mongol Yuan!"

Six months ago, he and Mo Yu fought to the death, resulting in mutual destruction.

He then endured his injuries and risked losing one or two decades of his lifespan to launch a fierce attack on Chuzhou City, finally establishing a foothold for himself, but this also left him with chronic illnesses.

In the past six months, while recovering from his injuries, Zhu Yuanzhang has been diligently building up his wealth by adhering to the strategic policy of "building high walls, amassing troops and grain, and waiting for the opportune moment."

With great difficulty, they managed to amass 60,000 soldiers ready for battle, along with enough food to sustain the army for a year's worth of fighting.

The results of it?
The amount of food consumed by Mo Yuguang, the hero of the group, in just half a month to organize this Dharma assembly was more than the amount he had painstakingly stored up for more than half a year!
Moreover, this Dharma assembly will add at least 100,000 new Inner Force Realm warriors to his command!
Although, they are all just beginning to enter this realm.

But simply having a bit more strength than ordinary soldiers, coupled with a long spear, and forming a battle formation, allows them to thrust a few more times than the enemy...

This alone is enough to annihilate the vast majority of so-called "elite" conventional armies in the world today!

Moreover, this demonic art is based on "hatred"!

Even a fool could guess how these people would react when facing the Yuan army.

They possess innate ferocity and relentless fighting spirit, their physical attributes surpass those of their enemies, they have a large troop strength, and recruiting and mass-producing troops is incredibly easy...

If this hand of cards were given to Zhu Yuanzhang, he was confident that he could sweep across the entire country and bring peace to the land within three months!
Even so, it's still slow!
What's the point of fighting?! Just lie down and admit defeat!

Zhu Yuanzhang seemed somewhat dejected, yet his tone betrayed a deep sense of resentment:

"Before, I never believed in fate. But now, I've finally experienced firsthand what it means to have... an unstoppable, irresistible destiny!"

He put down the bowl, which was empty of every last grain of rice, and turned to look at Liu Bowen:

"Old Liu, didn't you say that we, and he, are both people destined by fate? But why do I feel like this destiny we're carrying is just a sham?!"

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Using his divine observation technique, Liu Bowen glanced at the horizon and saw the crimson dragon aura formed by the convergence of the fortunes of hundreds of thousands of people. He didn't say a word, but silently took another bite of the steamed bun in his hand.

In his view, his lord Zhu Yuanzhang had done enough.

If you put him in any dynasty in the past, he would be able to compete with those founding emperors who have left their mark on history.

But this time, his opponent... is just too outrageous...

A rich, almost black imperial purple aura.

A continuous stream of high-quality grains, seemingly appearing out of thin air.

In less than a year since he entered the martial arts world, he has grown from a greenhorn into someone capable of directly crushing the Blood Hand Master Li Gong, a grandmaster of the demonic sect who was left over from the previous era.

His strength is comparable to that of the third most powerful being in the world...

What else can he say?
Even if you bring in the Grand Magus Liu Xiu and have him summon another meteor shower, it won't solve the problem!
"My lord, do not underestimate yourselves! We may still have a chance..."

Li Shanchang's eyes were sinister as he spoke in a low voice:

"Although the Yuan Dynasty is corrupt, its century-old foundation is still strong! They will certainly not sit idly by and wait for their doom! That Demon Master Pang Ban will also not stand idly by!" "This Mo Yu seems to have an overwhelming momentum and be invincible."

But by doing this, he was essentially pushing all the major and minor powers, powerful families and clans in the world to his opposite side...

"Moreover, he is too young and has risen to prominence too quickly!"
He had no complete and functioning power structure under his command, nor any successor to whom he could entrust his affairs!
Just like Han Shantong back then, all the key points depend on him alone!
The moment he dies, all the immense prestige he has built will crumble in an instant!

"At that time, all he has done will be nothing more than making wedding dresses for others!"

"Little Ming King Han Lin'er is brave but reckless, nothing to fear!"

"My lord, if Mo Yu really did something wrong in the struggle against the Yuan court..."

We might be able to devise a plan to steal this winning hand from him and put it into our own!

During the Dharma assembly, soldiers were recruited on the spot.

The refugees, whose hearts had just been filled with endless hatred, were in an uproar when they heard that they could immediately go to Xuzhou to fight against the Yuan dogs and powerful families after joining the army!
Thousands of lower-ranking officers and soldiers of the White Lotus Sect, each carrying a hundred or so sharp spears and bags of rations enough for three days, were selecting the soldiers they wanted from among the crowd.

After half a month of rest, eating only two meals of rice a day, these refugees have recovered some of their strength.

Under the influence of Qiu Jue, many strong young men, especially those with robust physiques, directly ignited their life force and broke through to the Inner Strength Realm in one fell swoop!

Therefore, the process of selecting personnel for these officers was extremely simple.

We only recruit those who have already entered the Inner Strength Realm!

Those below the Inner Strength Realm are not accepted!
This combination of punches failed to advance him to the Inner Strength Realm.

Either the hatred in one's heart is not deep enough, or one dares not ignite it with one's life;
Alternatively, it could be due to severe physical depletion and poor basic physical condition.

In the end, the vengeful army of over 100,000 men, each with both willpower and numbers, followed the statue of Peacock King in a grand and imposing manner.

Heading down the Yellow River towards Xuzhou!

During this period, all the Yuan court strongholds and fortified villages of powerful families that they encountered were captured by this army in turn, in units of thousands of men!
When these former refugees witnessed firsthand the transformation of those landlords and noblemen who were once unapproachable and held the power of life and death in their eyes.

Pierced by the spear in one's own hand, one will also cry out in pain, be injured, bleed, and... die!

The invisible mountain that had been pressing down on their backs all along began to shake violently!

During this period, there were also some soldiers who were blinded by wealth, lust, or hatred, whose minds collapsed and who wanted to rape and plunder.

This is a flaw that inevitably exists in any rebel army that has not undergone professional discipline training, and it has nothing to do with their combat effectiveness.

Mo Yu, the hero of the group, had naturally taken precautions against this.

The command he gave was extremely simple—

Simple killing is not a crime!

[Any acts of torture, murder, or other excessive behavior will be dealt with according to military law!]

There were no lengthy and earnest teachings, nor any profound principles to explain.

When enemy heads and friendly heads rolled to the ground, blood flowed into streams, and corpses piled up like mountains...

Everyone then clearly understood what they should and should not do!
Three days later.

When this large army finally arrived in Xuzhou, its forces had been significantly reduced in size.

The overwhelming and chilling aura seemed to grow even more oppressive and ferocious under the disciplined military formation!

The beasts who once ravaged this land, committing countless atrocities in their quest for greater profits, now faced a forest of spears in the hands of these 100,000 vengeful Asuras.

Finally, it let out a trembling, fearful, and unwilling roar.
“You…you lowly people! My Chen family is…”

"Ugh—!"

A family with a thousand-year history? A prestigious family for generations?
Ha, talk to my gunblade!

When these powerful clans realized that this army of vengeance was too strong and too powerful to resist.

They maintained their unchanging style for thousands of years and began to slide on their knees without hesitation.

They joined forces and sent apologies to Han Lin'er, expressing their willingness to surrender with trepidation.

"We too are willing to believe in the Wise King!"

"We too can rebel against the Yuan!"

"We are willing to submit to Little Ming King and join all the righteous warriors to kill all the Yuan dogs!"

Han Lin'er looked at the envoys from the noble families who had come to seek peace, and behind them, an endless procession of cars made up of gold, silver, jewels, and beautiful women.

He glanced again at the 100,000 vengeful demons behind him, their faces covered in dust, their bloodshot eyes fixed on him.

"Ugh"

Han Lin'er sighed softly.

She turned her head and looked at the black-robed figure who was still sitting cross-legged on the statue of the Wisdom King, meditating with his eyes closed.

Even at this point, this guy showed absolutely no reaction, as if he didn't care at all what choice she would make.

This made Han Lin'er pout in dissatisfaction.

When this army, based on revenge, gathered together...

Even though Han Lin'er was the leader of the White Lotus Sect and the nominal supreme commander of this army, she could not make any choice to defy this overwhelming trend.

However, she wasn't lamenting that she couldn't compromise with those powerful families; rather, she was sighing:
"Sir...you clearly did not impose any restrictions on me."

But many times, I feel... like a puppet in your hands, forever limited to choosing only the one path you left for me..."

The envoy from the noble family standing in front of her lit up upon hearing this!
He thought he had seen a crack appearing within the White Lotus Sect!

Just as he was about to use his silver tongue to try and widen the rift,

A cold light flashed!
His head, forever frozen in astonishment, detached from his body and rolled into the dust.

"Sir, sir, please at least try to persuade me. I am, after all, the leader of the cult, you know?"

Han Lin'er stretched out her right foot, clad in combat boots, and stepped on the head that remained unseeing in death.

She grinned, a smile that was both radiant and sinister:

"Although the path you chose for me, I... don't dislike it! Or rather, it's the path I most want to take."

"Beat the drums! March forward!!!"

(End of this chapter)