He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Since the other party had no intention of attacking, he didn't want to touch her for the time being.

It's not because we can't beat them.

Because of--

He looked down at the mountain of memorials piled on his desk.

The battle on the grasslands had just ended. Although the 400,000 wolf cavalrymen were wiped out, the border states suffered heavy losses and needed to be appeased, rebuilt, and redeployed.

Although the demon in the North is dead, the ruins of forty-seven cities remain, 330,000 families are still waiting for the court's compensation, and those who survived by chance are still waiting for an explanation.

With the national treasury empty and public resentment boiling, officials across the country are filled with anxiety. Although the old ministers who are sitting on the fence in the court have temporarily behaved themselves, who knows what they are thinking?

And the common people.

Those people who work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

They knew nothing of reincarnators, nothing of the Heavenly Wolf Khan, nothing of demons.

All they knew was that the crops in the fields needed to be harvested, the children at home needed to be fed, and whether this year's taxes could be reduced or exempted.

These are the things he, as an emperor, should truly be doing.

Yun Yi took a deep breath, picked up a memorial, and began to review it.

Road construction.

Disaster relief.

duty free.

Compensation and relief.

One by one, densely packed, it was enough to make one's scalp tingle.

But he didn't stop.

Approving applications from day to night, and from night to late at night.

Candles burned one after another, and cups of tea grew cold one after another.

He didn't put down his pen until the first light of dawn appeared in the east, and rubbed his sore eyes.

【Ding--】

[National fortune fluctuation detected: The overall national fortune of the Great Yan Dynasty increased by 2%.]

Yun Yi was slightly taken aback.

Then he laughed.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a hint of relief and ease.

+2%.

Although it wasn't much, it at least showed that his efforts over the past few days hadn't been in vain.

The people began to settle down, and public support began to return.

He stood up, walked to the window, and opened it.

The morning breeze blew in, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees.

In the distance, the sun was rising above the horizon, turning the entire imperial city golden.

"His Majesty."

A eunuch's voice came from behind, "You haven't slept all night, wouldn't you like to rest for a while?"

Yun Yi shook his head.

"Need not."

He looked at the gradually brightening sky and said softly:

"It's dawn."

……

Kyoto.

Post station.

Zhou Zhen stood by the window, his brows furrowed.

He had already received news of the withdrawal of troops from Jiangnan.

"Is that so-called Heavenly Rain King really that cowardly?"

He muttered to himself, his tone tinged with frustration.

At this critical moment, they actually chose to back down.

His original plan was to wait until the woman from Jiangnan and the young emperor started fighting, then take advantage of the chaos to assassinate the woman.

First, try to gain some goodwill.

To demonstrate one's strength.

But now, the woman has retreated, and his plans are completely ruined.

"never mind."

Zhou Zhen took a deep breath and turned around.

Although the plan was disrupted, it was not a big deal.

He has a backup plan.

Since the woman wouldn't fight, he would take matters into his own hands.

Go find that young emperor and have a face-to-face talk.

Whether or not an agreement is reached is not a big deal.

Zhou Zhen is confident.

He was a legendary assassin.

A legendary assassin who has lived for over two hundred years.

A legendary assassin who dared to assassinate a god.

Even without magic, his eyesight, experience, and intuition are still top-notch.

No matter how strong that young emperor is, he's still just a thirteen-year-old child.

No matter how strong the opponent is.

If you want to run, how can you not run away?

Zhou Zhen strode toward the door.

He had just lifted his foot when he suddenly stopped.

A chill ran down my spine.

A bone-chilling cold.

That was the intuition he had honed over two hundred years, sculpted from countless brushes with death—

Someone is watching him.

Moreover, it's very strong.

Zhou Zhen's pupils suddenly contracted.

He didn't turn around.

He simply tightened his grip on the dagger hidden in his sleeve.

That was the only weapon he could use, coated with deadly poison, capable of killing instantly upon contact with blood.

"Who?"

His voice was very soft, so soft it was as if he were talking to himself.

There was no answer from behind.

There was only a low chuckle.

The laughter was hoarse, as hoarse as two stones rubbing against each other.

Zhou Zhen finally turned around.

Then he froze.

There was someone else in the corner of the room.

No, it's not a person.

It was a... bloody, mangled mess.

It was barely recognizable as a human, its body wrapped in a tattered robe, half of its face rotten, revealing stark white bones.

Only one eye gleamed with a ghostly red light in the dim light.

That eye was staring intently at him.

"you……"

Zhou Zhen's voice was a little dry. "Who are you?"

The mass of flesh twitched, and a strange smile appeared on its lips.

"I?"

The voice was so hoarse it sounded like it came from hell.

"It seems you all call me a demon."

Zhou Zhen's pupils suddenly contracted.

demon?

That demon who slaughtered forty-seven cities?

Wasn't he dead?!

"You...you're not dead?"

Mo Wendao smiled.

The smile was eerie; the muscles on his half-rotten face twitched, sending chills down one's spine.

"die?"

He shook his head.

"Almost."

"That young emperor's ten personal guards are indeed formidable."

"My questions about the mysteries of change and my understanding of the mysteries of change have all been shattered."

"The final cataclysmic event—I traded it for my life."

He paused, a hint of lingering fear flashing in his single eye.

"For a moment, I really thought I was going to die."

"But at that moment, I broke through."

"Foundation Building".

"The vitality of the Foundation Establishment stage allowed me to survive."

Zhou Zhen frowned deeply.

Foundation building stage?

He didn't know what this was, but he guessed it must be the realm of the other world.

He was able to slaughter so many people even before he broke through.

How powerful would it be if it broke through now?

"But now you..."

He stared at Mo Wendao's inhuman, ghostly appearance.

Mo Wen looked down at himself and smiled.

"weak."

"Very weak."

"The life force of 400,000 people has been completely exhausted."

"Right now, I can't even lift a slightly larger rock."

Zhou Zhen's eyes lit up slightly.

weak?

Wouldn't that mean...?

He was about to make a move when he discovered that he couldn't move his body.

An invisible force was pressing down on him.

"What...what did you do?"

Mo Wen looked at him, his single eye full of mockery.

"You think I'd tell you the truth?"

"Weakness is true."

"Even in my weakened state, I am still at the Foundation Establishment stage."

He stood up and staggered to Zhou Zhen.

His broken body looked like he was being tortured with every step, yet he was still smiling.

"You're a reincarnator too, aren't you?"

"At the age of thirteen, he possesses skills far exceeding those of ordinary people."

"In this world, only those who have undergone reincarnation can do this."

Zhou Zhen remained silent.

He just stared intently at Mo Wendao, his eyes full of vigilance.

"take it easy."

Mo Wendao stretched out his hand, which was also badly rotten, revealing bare white bones, and gently placed it on Zhou Zhen's shoulder.

Zhou Zhen froze.

A chilling sensation came from that hand, as if it were freezing his entire body.

"I need you."