Liu Xuande would never be a succubus of the Eastern Han Dynasty!

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As we hurried along, the sun slowly set.

When the horse's hooves stepped on the last intact blue brick of the official road, Liu Bei immediately smelled the salty smell coming from the wind.

That was not the smell of the tide, but the rotten smell of blood and salt crystals fermenting together.

He looked up, his face dark and horrible.

The outline of the city wall collapsed in the twilight like the corpse of a giant beast, and the wreckage of more than a dozen Mohist floating ships was inserted obliquely in the gap of the city wall.

These mechanical creations that were supposed to float on the sea now looked like iron dragonflies with broken wings. Broken casings hung on the bronze turbine blades, and half of a child's arm bone was stuck between the gears.

The largest figurehead still bore the portrait of the founder of Mohism, but its right eye had been replaced by a rotating armillary sphere, which now oozed black-red motor oil, winding its way like tears of blood across the bronze plates on the hull engraved with the inscription "Non-aggression."

"Yu!"

Even the horses were unwilling to move forward, and kept making low noises from their mouths, as if they couldn't bear to see this scene.

"Be good, wait for me here."

Liu Bei took a deep breath, then dismounted and walked alone towards the ruins that could barely be called a 'city'.

The city is more like a Shura dojo.

The brine pools in the salt fields glowed an eerie indigo blue. The corpses of three hundred salt workers were linked together with iron chains to form a Bagua formation, and the Mozhe Gui symbol was nailed into the center of each corpse's eyebrows.

Their ankles had been soaked in brine, their flesh had long since corroded away, but crystal salt grains were clinging to their white bones, like some kind of evil sacrificial crystals.

The solidified blood plasma on the market stone slabs was half a finger thick, and when Liu Bei walked on them, his shoes made a sticky "crunching" sound.

The sign of the tavern was still burning, sparks fell into the wine jars, and exploded into blue flames, reflecting the ten female corpses hanging from the beams.

They were hung like puppets by spring silk strings, with blood-soaked salt bags tied to their fingertips. They struck the clay ocarinas in the draft, and unexpectedly produced intermittent tunes from the "Bin Feng" opera.

But the most eye-catching thing is the salt drying field in front of the salt official office.

Three hundred heads were piled up to look like an observatory, and mercury was poured into the seven orifices of each face, emitting a dead silver light in the setting sun.

A mechanical umbrella was inserted on the top of the platform. The ribs of the umbrella were made of human ribs. Spread out under the umbrella was a map of the salt fields. The word "universal love" with wet ink was pressed on the location of the mudflat with the highest salt production.

"Boom-"

Liu Bei's scabbard hit an overturned baby carriage.

The swaddling clothes in the car had long been pecked away by vultures, leaving only half a wheat cake scattered next to the tiger-head shoes.

He bent down to pick it up, but found fine teeth marks on the cake - the baby had actually been gnawing on the poisoned cake that his mother had hidden in advance in his last moments of life.

Bang!

The Gan Jiang and Mo Ye swords fell to the ground.

Liu Bei knelt on the ground covered with salt crystals and blood scabs, his fingertips touching the bamboo slips in the arms of a corpse.

When it was unfolded, the broken salt fell out, revealing the county magistrate's final words:

"The Mohists, armed with strange and ingenious techniques, attacked the city, seemingly intent on slaughtering all the inhabitants. I would rather break my salt permit than..."

The last word "降" was soaked in blood, turning into a new brown spot in the salt field.

The sea breeze suddenly brought the sound of a mechanism turning.

"Gnaw—"

Liu Bei suddenly looked up and saw that the right eye of the armillary sphere on the tallest floating ship began to rotate, and a scroll of silk book slowly emerged from between the gears.

Under the blood-red glow, the ink words on the silk were grim: "This place is a gift of killing, and we respectfully await Xuande to join us in the path of universal love."

As the setting sun sank into the sea level, the lines of the Chixiao fragments spread from Liu Bei's neck to his eyes.

He picked up his sword and cut off the armillary sphere, roaring amid the rain of falling gears, and the sound startled the last egret deep in the salt field.

At last.

The night obscured Liu Bei's appearance, leaving only his peach blossom eyes shining with a blood-red luster.

"How can you repay kindness with evil? An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

Mohist Chapter: Chapter 52: Are you the great master of Mohism?

The moonlight is like iron.

Twelve floating boats and more than a hundred large ships cut through the twilight of the East China Sea, and bronze turbines stirred up blood-red waves.

The great Mohist leader stood at the bow of the flagship "Jian'ai", and gently stroked the figurehead with his iron hand - it was a bronze sculpture of the face of the founder of Mohism. At this moment, the armillary sphere embedded in his right eye was slowly rotating, projecting the tragic situation in Haiyan County into a star map.

Her four pupils were filled with genuine joy at this moment.

"For thousands of years, we have been like rats crossing the street. When have we ever been so proud? Now the flames of war and blood have ignited the lamp of universal love. Next, we only need to ignite the lamp of non-aggression. My dear teacher, you will be able to return..."

"Then, under your leadership, the Mohists will surely rise from the bottom of the sea again and bring peace to the world!"

"Even if the process is stained with blood, it is a necessary sacrifice... Only by first abandoning humanity can one overcome death and be reborn. Western Immortal, thank you for helping me find the true 'Tao'... In the future, I will surely grant you the Great Harmony as well."

The giant laughed wildly and spread his arms, pointing his iron finger at the piles of salt bags in the cabin. Each bag of salt was soaked in blood and glowed a strange pink in the twilight.

The pirates were using iron hooks to drag the last batch of spoils onto the deck: wooden boxes filled with salt permits, a bronze seal engraved with "Sea Salt Office", and even a pearl necklace torn from the neck of the county magistrate's wife.

“Non-attack? Ha!”

The great man kicked aside the corpse of the salt worker blocking his way. "I was previously held back by my own moral principles. Now I understand... if I don't conquer these rotten cities, how can I achieve true universal love?"

Her iron hand crushed a salt crystal, and the powder drifted away with the wind, landing on the captive huddled on the deck - the last survivor of Haiyan County, who was being awakened by the pirates by pouring salt water on him, preparing for the "initiation ceremony".

From deep within the cabin came the hum of gears.

The Mohist disciples were using mechanical techniques to transform the captives, removing all of their spines and replacing them with bronze, and implanting fragments of the armillary sphere in their eye sockets.

Later, this group of captives will also become the invincible "Mohists".

“Let them be the first voters in the world of great harmony!”

The double pupils of the Mohist master were filled with blood, and there was no longer the gentleness and intelligence that Mo Tong had seen in the past, only endless madness remained.

“…This woman… oh, I’m afraid she’s gone crazy.”

"But who cares? Just take what's good for you!"

The pirate leader Wu Bo was shirtless, with a shark tooth necklace stained with blood. He was directing his men to pile up the salt bags into a pyramid shape, with a black flag embroidered with "Universal Love and Non-Aggression" inserted on the top.

Every time a bag of salt was piled up, a pirate would cut the captive's wrists and let the blood soak into the salt grains.

"This is real salt!" Wu Bo laughed wildly as he held up a handful of blood salt. "It's purer and more powerful than the official salt!"

He sprinkled salt grains on the deck, and the pirates rushed to lick it, their pupils dilated with excitement.

When night fell completely, the floating fleet had already sailed into the deep sea.

Just at this moment, the pirate in charge of lookout suddenly frowned and looked behind him vigilantly - there seemed to be a blurry figure approaching at a very fast speed.

Wait, this guy is actually walking on water? You must be kidding!

The pirate thought he had gone crazy as well, and was about to get some wine to sober himself up when he discovered that the 'phantom' was clearly a hundred miles away one second, but appeared right before his eyes the next.

Under the light of the moon and torches, there was a handsome face that looked like an immortal.

"???"

Just as the pirate was showing surprise on his face, he was pierced through the forehead by the sword.

"puff--"

"what happened?!"

Several drunken pirates saw him fall and were about to go forward to check the situation when they saw a flash of sword.

Quietly.

Blood soaked the deck.

"..."

Liu Bei neither put away his sword nor spoke, he just stopped time and then killed people.

But the strange phenomenon here also attracted the attention of those on the watchtower.

Several pirates had to hastily light torches, and when they were about to bend down to get bows and arrows, they were suddenly beheaded by a long sword.

As the sword flashed, one pirate after another became a corpse, and they didn't even see who did it.

Some of the clever pirates knelt down and kowtowed to the front: "Immortal, Immortal, I was forced to do this, please forgive me!"

"Among the people you massacred, there must have been some who begged for mercy, yet you still did it."

“…If you repay evil with kindness, how can you repay kindness?”

Liu Bei raised his sword and killed all the pirates, whether they were fleeing or begging for mercy.

In just a moment after he boarded the ship, all the pirates on the ship were killed.

The entire ship came to a standstill.

"what happened?"

Although Wu Bo, the pirate leader, was celebrating at the moment, he still keenly noticed that something was wrong here.

"You guys, go check out that ship."

"Ah, but Boss, we haven't had enough fun yet..."

"If you keep talking nonsense to me, I'll chop you off!"

"Good good."

Several pirates had no choice but to climb onto the ship's observation deck and look around. Then their expressions suddenly froze, and they sobered up instantly.

In their field of vision, a figure emitting red light kept shuttling between the hulls, and as he left, the ships all stopped.

He shifted his gaze and looked towards the deck, only to find that it was filled with the corpses of his companions.

What was even more terrifying was that the figure suddenly stopped, and its blood-red eyes seemed to be staring at them.

"Enemy attack!"

"There are enemies!"

The pirates only had time to shout out a warning before a long sword thrown from a distance pierced their heads the next second.

"thump--"

Wu Bo naturally heard the voice from this side. He hurried forward and bowed to the Mohist master, saying:

"Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you, but it seems that there are thieves on board. Look..."

"What catches your eyes."

The Mohist master turned around, his eyes flashing with a strange light. He sniffed the air and said softly:

"This is the aura of the Scarlet Sky Fragment... Haha, I never thought, Liu Xuande, you would actually dare to come here alone!"

"call out--"

The moment he finished speaking, the pirate leader Wu Bo behind him fell to the ground powerlessly.

Liu Bei landed on the deck with one foot, slowly pulled the sword out of Wu Bo's body, and looked up at the Mohist leader with eyes filled with calm anger.

"You are the leader of the Mohists?"

Mohist Chapter: Chapter 53: I'm too lazy to reason with you, you don't deserve to hear it

On the huge dock, only Liu Bei and the Mohist leader stood facing each other.

The many pirates who were originally gathered together happily behind him were now lying in a pool of blood, unable to make a sound.

In addition, more than a hundred ships seemed to have come to their senses belatedly and were now surrounding this place.

There was a solemn atmosphere in the air.

"Liu Xuande, this should be considered our first meeting... I am the only great scholar of the Mohist school in thousands of years. Therefore, I have abandoned my surname and given name and call myself the Great Scholar of the Mohist School."

The Mohist master smiled gently. "Liu Xuande, your appearance and talent are both exceptional. Why don't you forsake the suffering of flesh and blood and become a disciple of our Mohist sect? You will surely have a place in the future world of great harmony."

“… a lot of nonsense.”