Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 53 Blood Pool Formation

Nanjing.

Yang Feng, who had just thrown the princess out, received good news.

"Grandpa, the ten thousand royal family members you requested have been gathered."

Han Zanzhou said.

"So fast?"

Yang Feng said with some surprise.

"Governor He Tengjiao of Huguang sent people to bring over 2,000 royal family members who had fled south from various vassal states to Huguang."

Han Zanzhou quickly explained.

"So he said he couldn't confirm whether I was the Taizu Gaohuangdi, yet he sent all the royal family members from Huguang here? He wants me to support them. He's really calculating, and this doesn't mean he's loyal. I want to see how long he can keep his two-faced behavior."

Yang Feng sneered.

It's understandable. After all, having so many imperial clan members in Huguang is still a problem. While they certainly can't afford to extort money from He Tengjiao anymore, given the current situation, it's unlikely they won't resort to extortion, just like the Yellow Belt and Red Belt gangs of the late Qing Dynasty. Historically, they certainly wouldn't have dared to do so; they'd have preferred to remain hidden. But don't we have the Emperor Taizu now? The Ming Dynasty hasn't fallen, and the world still belongs to the Zhu family. So, it's your honor to have a meal with you. It's fine if you don't pay me, but you're asking me for money?
Tricky people!

So for He Tengjiao, the best way is to send him to Nanjing as soon as possible.

As for the fact that he still can't confirm Taizu...

That's two different things.

"Issue an order that all members of the imperial clan, regardless of gender, must come to the Xiaoling Mausoleum.

Ordinary people can also go there.”

After Yang Feng finished speaking, he looked at the princess who was still at a loss.

"The slaves obey the order."

After Han Zanzhou finished speaking, he quickly took people to help the princess change clothes.

"You want to leave?"

Han Xin asked Yang Feng in a low voice.

“You haven’t had enough fun yet, why leave? He didn’t say you have to leave after you’re done.

Are there any new rebellions these days?"

Yang Feng said.

"No."

Han Xin suddenly laughed after he finished speaking.

"Speaking of it, these gentry are just as you said, all talk and fire. They usually shout loudly and spread all kinds of rumors deliberately. They want to fight to the death, saying that a single prefecture in Jiangnan can mobilize a million soldiers, and that they want to invite vassal troops from Macau. But in the end, when it comes to fighting, they all become turtles.

It is said that Xie Sanbin started his rebellion because he was deceived by others.

Local prominent families in Hangzhou, Jiaxing, and even Suzhou and Songjiang promised to join the uprising, but in the end, he was the only one who did so.

No one else followed.

Now he is in a difficult situation.”

He continued.

"Ha, this is a routine operation for the gentry of the Ming Dynasty. It would be a miracle if they really worked together."

Yang Feng said.

I have to say that Xie Sanbin is still too impulsive.

Of course, it may also be because his family has too much land. After all, he is the richest man in Yin County and even Ningbo Prefecture. Asking him to hand over half of the land can easily make him impulsive.

However, Emperor Taizu Gaodi no longer needed to worry about such trivial matters. The imperial army had already arrived to suppress the rebellion and should have passed Huizhou by now. They would sail through Huizhou and then drift downstream, then land in Jinhua and attack eastern Zhejiang. Currently, Xie Sanbin's group only controlled Ningbo and Shaoxing. As long as there were no logistical problems, the four guards' 20,000-strong army would be able to solve the problem. This was a 20,000-man army that had evolved to the level of a crow. It was said that the British army did not need so many men to capture Ningbo during the First Crow period.

Twenty thousand is equivalent to the number of British soldiers at that time...

It really compliments them a lot.

Ten thousand is more than enough.

Yang Feng even suspected that even a thousand would be possible.

Xiaoling.

Princess Kunxing, who had changed into the princess's court dress, knelt obediently on the ground.

Because she was weak, she had to rely on two girls from the royal family to support her on both sides.

Behind them were ten thousand members of the imperial family, men, women, young and old, kneeling in a dense crowd. It looked quite spectacular, but Prince Huai and his companions were not there. They were busy with their imperial cause. Prince Huai had returned to Jiangxi to recruit troops, and it was said that he had already used silver to recruit all of Jin Shenghuan's former subordinates...

They were indeed government troops.

But Yang Feng only forbad these princes to use the imperial camp.

That is, the guards in the capital, or those who are now queuing up to be shot.

They can mobilize local troops.

Of course, military expenses are borne by oneself.

These troops can be used if the local troops are willing, but the military pay, food, and ammunition must all be paid for by themselves, so the King of Huai’s own financial resources are definitely not enough, and he still needs the sponsorship of local gentry.

Prince Yi was also spending money and had already gained the support of gentry in Fuzhou, Ji'an and other prefectures. He also formed a group of followers around him, all of whom were prominent families in Fuzhou, such as Jie Chongxi, Zeng Hengying, etc. They were recruiting mountain people in southern Jiangxi and western Fujian, and even had an army.

As for the King of Nanyang or Longwu, he went south at this time.

He should have gone to find Zheng Zhilong.

He had no money, so he had to seek sponsorship. He had a good relationship with Huang Daozhou and others before, and the Fujian gentry would not miss this opportunity. After all, sponsorship at this time meant future power. The King of Nanyang had no money and no people, so he could only exchange more future power. If successful, the Fujian gentry would be able to obtain the greatest benefits.

Zheng Zhilong would be tempted.

Longwu will give him what he wants.

For now, the three of them have already started working hard for the throne.

But there will surely be more to come.

The gentry have realized that this model is beneficial to them.

After all, becoming emperor requires patronage, and since they can only get the money, they can easily seize the opportunity to support those who align with their own interests. Regional divisions are particularly pronounced on this issue. Jiangxi alone is already divided into two factions: the prefectures surrounding Poyang Lake support the Prince of Huai, while the prefectures in southern Jiangxi support the Prince of Yi. The prefectures in southern Zhili and Zhejiang are unlikely to watch the Jiangxi people emerge as the ultimate winners and will undoubtedly seek their own. This is why no one responded to Xie Sanbin's proposal. Firstly, Yang Feng only wanted half of their land, and even this half could be divided up by splitting up the clan to mitigate losses. Instead, investing in a clan member fighting for the throne and then gradually destroying their system, as they did with Zhu Yuanzhang, would be a much wiser option than responding to Xie Sanbin's proposal.

They are all smart people.

We all know that when facing an enemy that we cannot resist for the time being, we can just be patient.

This is how they dealt with Lao Zhu back then, and they were very familiar with it.

Trying your best will definitely not work.

But patience can.

and so……

Yang Feng will have to continue to cause harm.

In the surrounding mountains and forests, millions of soldiers and civilians were also watching curiously. This was an order from Emperor Taizu Gao, and it was obvious that something big was going to happen. However, Emperor Taizu Gao had not yet appeared, so they were all discussing...

A whistling sound suddenly resounded through the sky.

Everyone looked up in astonishment and looked at the blue sky.

The next moment, a black shadow flashed across their vision in the sky.

Then the ground shook violently. As the royal family members in the front, including Princess Kunxing, instinctively screamed, a dark pillar, as thick as a bucket and over five meters long, with a steely sheen, suddenly rose before them, like a golden cudgel, a powerful force that stabilized the sea. But before they could recover, another dark shadow crashed down from the top of the pillar, hitting it squarely. The resounding sound of metal clashing, sparks flying, made everyone cover their ears and scream again.

The pillar also sank suddenly.

And another pillar that hit the top of the pillar slowly fell down.

The figure of Emperor Taizu Gao appeared, and he poked the falling pillar with the Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand, and the pillar disappeared.

As for the lower one exposed on the ground, its height was shortened by nearly ten feet.

Emperor Taizu Gao suddenly ascended, instantly disappearing from view. The next moment, the same roaring sound echoed again. The pillar he had taken away landed precisely on top of the first pillar, sending sparks flying and the resounding sound of metal clashing spreading outward like a shockwave. The upper pillar then collapsed, but at the same moment, Emperor Taizu Gao appeared and took it away. He ascended again, and the pillar crashed down with another roaring sound...

After five collisions, the height of the pillar below was only a little over four meters above the ground.

then……

Another identical pillar came roaring down.

The high speed of falling from the sky at a height of several thousand meters and its terrifying weight of dozens of tons made it like a nail, instantly nailing into the ground not far from the first pillar.

Then, just like the first one, start by using the same pillar as a hammer to hit it.

Until the two pillars are almost the same height.

But that wasn't the end, because the third pillar fell right after.

There is a fourth one.

"That's it."

As the people worshipped him, Yang Feng stood on a pillar and admired him with satisfaction.

Four round steel bars, each 600 mm in diameter, were hammered into the mountain as ground spikes, forming a square frame. Their purpose was simple: to stabilize the massive stone tablet within the Yangshan Stele. This object was incredibly difficult to maintain upright, and Zhu Di himself probably never imagined it could stand. His intention in undertaking this doomed project was to demonstrate his filial piety to his father.

It doesn't matter whether it can stand up or not, as long as he does it.

He is very filial.

Build a glazed tower for his mother and a giant stone tablet for his father.

But unfortunately, he never lived long enough to see it completed!

Then it has nothing to do with him.

In fact, even if Yang Feng wanted to erect this monument now, it would be very difficult. Although the weight and transportation are no longer a problem, the problem is how to keep it stable after it is erected.

There was an earthquake in Nanjing.

If a weight of this level is erected, it will fall down with the slightest earthquake.

The monument itself weighs more than 8,000 tons, and it is a rectangular block. If it stands upright, it may even fall down if the wind is strong. Nanjing also has typhoons. Such things should either not be erected, or if they are erected, they must be guaranteed not to fall down, otherwise the symbolic significance will be too serious. Even these four ground nails are not enough, and concrete must be placed on it.

Yang Feng stood on the round steel, looking at the royal family members who were kneeling in front of him, and then Lao Zhu's double spears suddenly appeared in his hands.

"How do I unlock it?"

He asked the so-called God.

"Get a basin, have each of them bleed a little, and then pour it on together."

said the latter.

"Just play!"

Yang Feng said quietly.

This bastard clearly has a bad taste.

then……

"Is one pot enough? I think with so many people, we can definitely put a whole tank."

He said.

"Then you can just put a pool of blood!"

The so-called God said.

Yang Feng raised both spears with satisfaction and held them across the front.

"This was used by me in the past, a gift from the Lord of Heaven. I used it to sweep away the heroes and drive out the Tartars, thus gaining control of the world. However, it has been left in the dust for nearly three hundred years, and the incompetence of future generations has caused the country to be covered in dust and the world to almost collapse. The sacred artifacts have lost their luster, and the magic treasures have become ordinary things. Today, I call you together, hoping to use my blood to wash away the dust and restore its glory. You must immediately line up and donate blood for me.

The age limit is eighteen, and everyone over eighteen, regardless of gender, must offer one bowl.

Those under 18 years of age receive one cup.

He said.

Those royal family members looked at him stupidly.

"Why, you don't want to? Then expel him from the Imperial Register, confiscate all his property, and hang him for disloyalty!"

Yang Feng shouted.

Princess Kunxing crawled forward silently on her knees and stretched out her plump arms.

"Quick, prepare the dishes and go get some imperial doctors to serve."

Han Zanzhou shouted quickly.

"Then have the carpenter make a two-meter-long trough to hold the blood."

Yang Feng said.

The royal family members looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and had no choice but to stretch out their arms and wait to bleed, to contribute to Emperor Taizu Gao's blood pool formation.

Soon bowls and wine cups were brought, and the imperial physician also arrived.

As for disinfection...

Why disinfect? ​​If they died, they'd sacrificed their lives for the Emperor Taizu Gao. It was an honor. As descendants of the Emperor Taizu Gao, they'd enjoyed so much wealth and prosperity. What did it matter if the Emperor Taizu Gao needed a little blood? Even if they were asked to sacrifice their lives, it was reasonable. Actually, the imperial physicians knew that boiling water disinfection was already widespread. Even in the past, they'd made do with things like peppercorns and salt water, not the Europeans who resorted to drastic measures like axes and saws. Soon, the bloodshed began. Each physician, armed with a knife drawn from boiling water, pulled open the arms of each imperial clan member and dripped blood into a bowl. Fortunately, Han Zanzhou didn't have a large bowl.

He just found some small Jiangnan-style bowls that wealthy families usually use. If he really found a large Northwest-style bowl, it would probably not be enough to hold all the blood of the royal family members even if he drained it.

As for Princess Kunxing and others who are under 18 years old, it doesn’t matter. It’s just a small wine cup.

Because there were so many members of the royal family, this large-scale blood donation took nearly an hour to complete.

Even many members of the royal family fainted.

At the same time, the wooden trough was quickly made.

The blood of the royal family was then poured into it, and a miniature blood pool was completed.

Yang Feng stood in front of the blood pool formation, with a solemn posture, muttering to himself, as if he was a demon casting a spell, and all the people around him knelt down and kowtowed to the ground, as if they had returned to the Shang Dynasty in a dream.

"The artifact wakes up!"

He suddenly shouted.

Then he released his hands.

The two spears simultaneously fell into the pool of blood, instantly being submerged in the blood of ten thousand clan members. The next moment, the pool shone with light, and two spears radiating holy light slowly rose from the pool...

"The artifact has awakened!"

Han Zanzhou, who secretly looked up at the scene, screamed excitedly.

Then everyone looked up, stunned at the two spears suspended above the pool of blood, enveloped in holy light. Then, a sound like a dragon's roar echoed, and the two spears simultaneously transformed into golden dragons, soaring into the sky and circling above the Xiaoling Mausoleum...

(End of this chapter)