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Chapter 648 Beat Them All Up (8K, 611 added)
The Eternal Death Prison, Level Seven.

Jiang He shattered the Yin-Yang Dragon-Tiger Crossing-the-Calamity Golden Pill. In the instant that the energy surged and was quickly imprisoned, he activated the All-Encompassing Demon Eye.

Sensing the gaze, a humanoid creature emitting a faint light suddenly looked up from the cell next door. The darkness that permeated the entire death row was like a vast ocean, continuously extinguishing the flames on its body.

“Young man, I am the Lord of November, the King of Light.”

"Quiet."

King of Light: "..."

The social order collapsed.

"I have a way to get you out of here."

The King of Light made a promise and continued, "Half a year ago, I had a secret battle with the Holy Emperor. I had just recovered my Sky-level combat power and was no match for him, but he became even more corrupt as a result. If you do me a favor, I will tell you how to get out."

Jiang He ignored him, giving off the air of a scammer saying, "I am Qin Shi Huang, send me money."

"young people……"

Jiang He calmly said, "As long as you do one thing for me, I'll take you out."

King of Light: "..."

You're just learning and applying what you've learned, aren't you?

Realizing the person next door was too strange, the King of Light stopped speaking; he couldn't quite figure out what kind of person this guy was up to.

A moment later, footsteps sounded outside the cell door, and a Saint-level deputy warden came over carrying a torch, followed by a recorder.

"Rhein Augustus".

The deputy warden sat down outside the observation window, clasped his hands together on the table, and said, "Your sentence is three hundred years. If you cooperate, your detention time will be shortened. The murder charge in the prison has not yet been established. Based on my professional judgment, you have a slight chance of getting out alive."

The recorder asked, "Do you have any special bloodline?"

Jiang He sat on the ground, waiting for someone from the palace to invite him to leave. Upon hearing this, he casually replied, "Impure dragon bloodline."

There was a moment of silence outside the door. The deputy warden said in a low voice, "Lies are meaningless. What I want to know is how you went from a down-on-his-luck baron to becoming an invincible saint in just two or three months, and also possessing the foundation of an alchemy master and a spear master."

“I have the right to shorten your sentence by seventy years.”

In the dark cell, Jiang He raised an eyebrow and said, "Because I'm a genius."

The deputy warden's face darkened with anger.

The next moment, Jiang He continued, "But I believe that a person's talent is limited."

"There exists a mysterious, essential force in this world, contained within everyone's body, which I call energy."

The deputy warden focused his attention slightly and listened intently.

"There are two aspects to measuring a genius: the duration of their energy output and the efficiency of that output."

Jiang He was so bored that she was trimming her nails without looking up and said, "In the process of learning alchemy, I have seen some people who are not very focused and often play around, but they can always achieve outstanding results. People usually call these kinds of people geniuses."

"But there is another type of person who can achieve the same success through long-term hard work. However, there are also many examples of people who, no matter how hard they try, can never catch up with geniuses."

"The former is more efficient in terms of energy output, so it doesn't matter if it lasts a little shorter."

"The latter maintains output, but if the efficiency is insufficient, the total output will remain thin, making it difficult to catch up."

The deputy warden said grimly, "What exactly are you trying to say!"

Jiang He calmly said, "Energy is the essence of everything. True geniuses often balance continuity and efficiency. The more you focus on others and trivial matters, the more energy you will lose."

The recorder stopped writing and looked up.

"When a person starts to focus on external things, his energy begins to flow. When ten thousand people focus on one person at the same time, the concentration of energy becomes power, and the person who obtains this energy is more likely to become a social celebrity and become extremely popular."

“A continuous flow of energy, once it has inertia, will solidify and thus shape power, such as the earl’s voting power in the noble assembly. When the earls all pay attention to and approve of a person, they can be promoted to duke and deposed marquis.”

"Those who receive energy are responsible for the source of that energy, and there are two opposing types of energy, good and bad."

“If social celebrities and powerful people are not responsible for the source of their energy, then the energy will decay, people will hate them, abandon them, and stop paying attention to them, and they will lose their power.”

The deputy warden stood up, slammed his fist on the table, and roared, "Nonsense!"

Jiang He said to himself, "That's why beings that attract the attention of countless living beings can ascend to the sky, gain power, and become gods. Faith is also a branch of energy."

A moment of silence.

The deputy warden sat back down, pondered for a moment, and then said, "So what's the point of all this?"

“I can give you my energy.”

"Because energy is fluid."

"Therefore you can become a genius, like me."

In that instant, the deputy warden heard his own heartbeat. The master of spearmanship, the master of alchemy, and the combat power of the invincible holy domain—these were all things that could be bestowed in the Marquis of Rhine's theory. It was simply unbelievable.

At the same time, a cold voice came from the darkness.

"shake hands."

A fair, jade-like hand emerged from the observation port, like an invitation from hell.

The deputy warden began to struggle violently with his emotions.

"You want to escape from prison?"

no answer.

With the Dragon of Calamity and more than twenty holy dragons, even the King of Light could not escape, making escape impractical.

Driven by excitement and struggle, the deputy warden trembled as he reached out his hand. The instant he grasped it, a vast amount of energy actually flowed over him. He felt his incomplete dragon bloodline boiling wildly, and the fate that had led him to this place due to his incomplete bloodline was being violently shattered. The deputy warden suddenly remembered that he was also a member of the royal family, and only members of the royal family were qualified to guard this important prison that was so close at hand.

But the flow of energy came to an abrupt halt.

"What are you doing!" the deputy warden shouted angrily.

The voice in the darkness said, "I have said that once the flow of energy has inertia, it will solidify. Solidification takes time, just as power cannot penetrate people's hearts overnight."

"How could that be?" The deputy warden's face showed a hint of pleading as he said, "You are an alchemist who has witnessed the truth; there must be another way!"

"Of course, court documents, letters of commission from adventurers' guilds, military orders to start a war, and so on are all means to speed up the process of solidification. I also have contracts that merchants often use."

The next moment, a piece of parchment was handed out through the observation port.

—A Pact of Delusion: A Loan Shark for the Soul.

The deputy warden was overjoyed at the sight, completely unaware that the bloodline activated by the Great Sin's Wrath was cooling down and that the Mythical Charisma was interfering with his sanity. He suddenly grabbed the parchment.

call!
A rough, large hand gripped the deputy warden's wrist, stopping the final descent into depravity. To approach and even converse with a being of mythical charm was an immense danger.

"Do not gaze into the abyss." The warden stared intently into his subordinate's eyes.

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, the deputy warden slumped to the ground.

The warden tore the parchment to shreds with his bare hands; it was unexpectedly fragile. “You are free, Marquis of Rhine, by imperial pardon.”

There was no answer from inside the prison.

It's pointless; Jiang He has always been too lazy to talk.

The cell door opened, and a dark figure stepped out. In the torchlight, his beautiful and handsome face was faintly visible.

“Marquis,” the warden picked up the recorder’s notebook and asked, “is your theory of energy true or false?”

Jiang He remained silent. For an alchemy master, making up stories on the spot was something they could do thousands of times a day, if they wanted to.

But the parchment is real.

Just as the two were walking up the stairs, the energy restriction on the criminals disappeared.

Upon arriving at the ground of the Eternal Death Cell, a large group of guard knights had been waiting for some time. Jiang He said calmly, "Mind if I snap my fingers?" The warden was puzzled and replied, "You are free."

Snapped!
In the dim light of the seventh floor of the death row.

The recorder was busy organizing the notes when he turned around and saw the deputy warden lying on the ground like a madman. Allure returned to his eyes, and the torn parchment was slowly being put back together.

"Please stop..."

puff!

The deputy warden smashed the recorder's neck, then bit off his finger to leave a brand on the Soul Loan shark.

"I will become a genius, like a god!"

In the next cell, the King of Light sighed.

He had a feeling that the guy was coming for him.

……

On the ground, the Royal Guard Knights, riding griffins, escorted Jiang He to the Golden Castle. The president of the Alchemy Guild personally accompanied him to his bedchamber to create the healing potion the prime minister had promised.

Behind the layers of curtains, Jiang He met the nearly decaying emperor and began to prepare a supernatural factor medicine that was only one step away from completion.

The Prime Minister, the Queen, the First Prince, and others were present, along with the Duke of Vigrid of the Medici family and members of the Imperial Council. The Emperor's illness was the primary factor influencing countless decisions, though ostensibly everyone was gathered there out of concern.

The medicine was completely prepared in a quarter of an hour.

The alchemy guild master examined it for a long time before falling silent.

He couldn't see anything wrong with it; if he could, he would be more than just an alchemist.

As for the medicine itself, it does indeed have a curative effect.

“I cannot guarantee that,” said the Alchemist Guild Master.

These words drew everyone's attention, as it was tantamount to acknowledging Rhein Augustus's near-master alchemy skills.

"Let's try the medicine, otherwise I won't drink it," the emperor said with a hearty laugh.

Several maids with special abilities came to taste the potion, and the archbishop of the Church of Destiny even made a prediction on the spot about whether there would be any danger after drinking it.

Jiang He was not worried about the outcome of the prophecy. This extraordinary factor drug was full of legendary-level sin poisons, but he would be safe as long as he did not detonate it. Because he was not prophesied by the Sin Hunter, the drug would remain harmless unless the authority of fate prophesied the existence of sin poisons of the same rank.

As expected, the Bishop of Fate shook his head.

Behind him stood the dwarf chieftain, the hero Sin, and the elven queen. The hero squad had come over mainly to show that the dwarves and elves were peacemakers and had not participated in the alliance war.

But when the brave Xin saw Jiang He, an indescribable disgust welled up in his heart. He knew that it was immoral to hate someone for no reason, but he still couldn't help it.

"Freya, please check on my condition."

"Freya?"

The brave warrior Xin turned around and found the aloof Elf Queen lost in thought. Her platinum hair, her sun elf bloodline, her power of destiny, and her hidden mythical charm all deeply attracted her attention.

Brave Xin: "..."

Something is wrong!
Before the emperor's bedside, the extraordinary medicine, after undergoing rigorous inspection, was finally presented to him.

Jiang He approached the alchemical matrix that had been inscribed out of thin air, and as the emperor took the medicine, the final time loop quietly began to operate.

In an instant, a mysterious radiance was released from the emperor's body. Everyone, including the empress and the prince, was astonished. The effect was too immediate. A tuft of black hair had already grown from the emperor's head, and his lost teeth were regrowing.

A full six months' lifespan.

Time rewinds to when the Emperor and the Lord of Light had just ended their great battle and were falling from their fighting state.

“Now that my father has recovered, I should rightfully relinquish the power of regency,” said the First Prince.

"Please, Father, preside over my wedding with Miss Medici," the third prince requested.

Everyone spoke up, and the vortex of power returned to the emperor. Duke Vigrid glanced at Jiang He, and the members of the hero team looked at each other. In this case, compared to the Spring of Spirits, which could only barely prolong life and provide healing, it had no advantage whatsoever.

"Is there anything else?" the emperor asked.

“It requires materials and time,” Jiang He said. “It costs one million gold coins to make one, and takes a month to refine. The one I just saw was originally intended for my personal collection.”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone turned around.

The empire's annual fiscal revenue, after deducting surpluses from all sources, barely allows it to produce a million gold coins.

The emperor looked around and said, "I hope you won't have to face my madness and start preparing gold coins."

The unquestionable imperial power and strength forced everyone to bow their heads.

The emperor looked at Jiang He and said, "I look forward to your performance in the sacred tournament."

There is no reward; a pardon is the reward itself.

The group left the palace one by one.

The Prime Minister handed over the list of participants for the sacred tournament to Jiang He. Given their previous actions, there was no need to hide their relationship.

"Marquis Rhine, please wait a moment."

Duke Wiglide called out to Jiang He.

Do you have time to have dinner together tonight?

With the charge of killing the chief cardinal and grand secretary, the Church of Heaven could no longer tolerate Jiang He. The only drawback of the pardon was that it effectively sealed off the charge.

“Sure,” Jiang He replied. He happened to have nowhere to stay, but as the leader of the Ten Gods Cult, Vigrid was undoubtedly one of the prime suspects in framing him.

There is no evidence.

For things like this, you just need to test the waters.

The brave team whispered among themselves on the long steps.

The first and third princes mocked each other.

The royal guards watched these important figures depart, day after day.

But in that instant, everyone's eyes widened.

Jiang He threw an uppercut without warning, which landed precisely on Duke Vigrid's cheek. The force knocked him to the ground. Aura can be deceiving, and fate can leave no trace, but physical strength is a matter of life and death.

The punch, though extremely subtle, was powerful enough to shatter a Saint's head. It only caused Duke Vigrid's cheek to swell and turn red, rendering the Time Ring, which was meant to salvage the situation, useless.

"I'm glad you're a scoundrel who'd use your daughter as bait. With a bottom line like that, I'm afraid we can talk about anything," Jiang He said earnestly, squatting down beside Duke Vigrid.

Not only Grand Secretaries, but also Chief Justices could potentially advance further after the Prime Minister's death.

Mirai Kamishiro dies due to the actions of the Father of God. As the emperor's promised fiancé, the third prince will be locked up in the Ten Gods Cult. As for his marriage partner, she may be replaced by the eldest daughter of the Medici, whose husband could die unexpectedly at any time.

The death of the prime minister will sound the horn of a new offensive. This time, the vast majority of nobles will not stand on the side of the Heavenly Father Church, and the Grand Judge, as the leader of the Ten Gods Church, has undoubtedly secured the position of the new prime minister.

With a complete advantage, if only one of his bloodline offspring is sacrificed, after the emperor's death, Duke Vigrid will display his peak heroic strength and will very likely secure victory.

"What are you doing!" The captain of the guard rushed over.

Duke Wiglide rose calmly.

"It's nothing, just a little dirt on the hem of my clothes."

He looked at Jiang He and whispered, "Did I give myself away?"

Jiang He said indifferently, "I'm going to beat up all the suspects."

Viglid: "..."

Are you mentally sound?
(End of this chapter)