The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

As far as the eye could see, the walls were covered with countless names and titles: Minister of War, Vice Minister of Justice, Commandant of the Southern City, Military Commander of the Eastern City...

Each one of them was an official of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and behind each name and position was a record of their collusion with barbarian states.

Many of these officials had heard of this: they swore oaths to serve the country and its people in court, but in private they had already colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country.

They are even more hateful than the barbarian spies lurking in the capital.

"Master, let's go to each of the listed families one by one. Otherwise, if we go to the Northern Border the day after tomorrow, with so many officials causing trouble behind the scenes, it will be a huge hidden danger. We might even repeat the mistake of the 300,000-strong Zhenbei Army being wiped out back then."

Ren Pingsheng was an impatient man; when his temper flared up, he would kill someone.

Beside them, Master Ta and Li Yourong nodded emphatically, their weapons already in hand.

Qin Changye stopped them, stared at the booklet for a moment, and seemed to have noticed something amiss.

He quickly determined that this was not ordinary paper, but a specially treated animal hide paper.

He flipped the booklet over, ran his finger lightly across the cover, and instantly confirmed his guess.

There's something wrong with this paper!

The text written on it is even more problematic!

Qin Changye looked at Ren Pingsheng: "Use your alchemical fire to burn this booklet."

Ren Pingsheng was stunned.

Burning this booklet would leave no evidence to convict these officials.

However, when he met Qin Changye's determined gaze, he quickly ignited a ball of pill fire in his hand, enveloping the entire booklet.

The flames landed on the booklet, but the pages did not burn to ashes. Instead, the dense black writing on them disappeared completely under the scorching heat of the flames.

Then, new writing gradually appeared.

Different names, different official positions, different acts of collusion with barbarian kingdoms...

So this was the real list of traitors.

Those previous names were just a disguise, used to conceal the real big fish.

In fact, those names were scapegoats chosen by the barbarian kingdom because they couldn't bribe them!

When Ren Pingsheng and the others realized what had happened, they broke out in a cold sweat. In their rashness, they had almost killed these truly loyal and virtuous people of the Great Zhou.

Fortunately, Qin Changye had a keen eye and noticed something was wrong, stopping them. Otherwise, once the truth came out, they would never forgive themselves for the rest of their lives.

"We've memorized all the names in the register. We'll go to them one by one, regardless of whether they're third-rank, second-rank, or first-rank officials, whether they're viscounts, marquises, or kings. Anyone who betrays the country must pay the price!"

In the past two days, almost all of the barbarian liaison offices in the capital of the Great Zhou have been eliminated, and most of the spies have been killed.

The next step was to deal with these traitors who colluded with the enemy.

Just when I was worried about not being able to get rid of all these traitors, Tie Shunu took the initiative to deliver the list to my doorstep, just like a pillow coming to my head when I was sleepy.

The first person to investigate is this year's top scholar, who is also the greatest talent of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Liu Chengfeng.

This talented poet, who loved writing poetry, also founded an organization called "Taipingmen" and is currently holding a poetry gathering themed "Taiping" at Wangyue Tower, the highest tower in the imperial city.

When Qin Changye and his group arrived at Wangyue Tower, the poetry gathering had already begun in grand style.

The hall was filled with scholars and literati, clinking glasses and engaging in lively discussions.

Some people praised Liu Gongzi's poetry, saying it had reached a state of perfection and that given time, he would surely become a literary master of his generation.

Some even boasted that if there were ten measures of literary talent in the world, Young Master Liu would possess nine of them.

Moon Maiden, the top courtesan of Wangyue Tower, also came out.

She was the most famous courtesan in the capital, and a single song from her was worth a fortune. Yet, she was sitting for free at the corner zither stand, her jade-like hands gently caressing the strings, her eyes occasionally glancing at the empty seat in the main room, her face flushed with the blush of a young girl.

This also attracted many scions of prominent families who pretended to be scholars to attend the poetry gathering, their real purpose being to see her.

Among the crowd were two women dressed as men.

One of them had a face so exquisite it was like a painting, and even though she was wearing loose men's clothing, it couldn't hide her slender and graceful figure.

The other, presumably her personal maid, muttered in a low voice, "Miss, these men have probably never seen a real beauty. Compared to you, what kind of peerless beauty is Yue'er?"

The young lady gently waved her folding fan, her gaze fixed on the empty seat in the main room. A confident smile played on her lips: "Her beauty is certainly not as good as mine. Besides, she's just a courtesan, and her background is incomparable to mine. Brother Liu isn't stupid; he naturally knows how to choose."

Finally, amidst much anticipation, Liu Chengfeng made his appearance.

He was dressed in pure white, with a handsome face and a faint smile on his lips, making him quite appealing.

A chorus of admiration rose from the audience: "Young Master Liu, your literary talent is unparalleled. I'm sure you'll present another new work at tonight's poetry gathering?"

Liu Chengfeng nodded slightly, his smile gentle and humble: "You flatter me. In fact, when it comes to literary talent, compared with Tie Moxiang, the third young lady of the Tie family in the Northern Territory, my meager literary talent is really not worth mentioning."

Upon hearing this, the crowd below the stage all changed color.

Even someone as talented as Liu Chengfeng had someone who felt inferior to him?

The third young lady of the Tie family, Tie Moxiang, possesses an astonishingly extraordinary literary talent.

Furthermore, now that the northern border has suffered a major defeat and the barbarian Iron Family Army is eyeing the country covetously, isn't it a bit inappropriate for Liu Chengfeng to praise a barbarian in public?

Liu Chengfeng, however, did not take it to heart and still had a calm and breezy smile on his face: "In my eyes, literary talent has no borders. I truly admire Miss Tie San's poetic talent. If you do not believe me, here are a few of Miss Tie San's recent works for you to read and appreciate."

Several sheets of Xuan paper were passed down from the stage.

The poems written on paper are indeed well-structured and have a refined artistic conception.

"Please look at this sentence: 'Only when the weapons are laid down can there be peace; when the weapons are put down, we will sing to you.' The meaning is very simple: only when the Great Zhou lays down its weapons will the war naturally end, and only then can the world truly be at peace."

"And this line, 'With the world at peace and no war, they submit and enjoy tranquility,' also means that the Great Zhou should take the initiative to submit, withdraw its sharpness, and submit to the emperor in order to enjoy lasting peace and happiness."

"The last line is even more brilliant: 'Do not rely on military force to block the spring breeze; only by submitting can the nine regions be at peace.' The meaning is self-evident: the Great Zhou should not rely on military force to resist the annexation by the barbarian states in order to jointly safeguard the prosperous and harmonious world."

……

Liu Chengfeng spoke eloquently.

The audience nodded repeatedly, and exclamations of praise rose and fell.

The Moon Maiden looked on with wide eyes, her adoration almost overflowing.

"That's all bullshit!"

Suddenly, an untimely voice rang out, shattering the harmonious atmosphere of the poetry gathering.

The door was pushed open, and Qin Changye, along with Xiu'er and the others, barged in with great fanfare.