Eternal Night

Chapter 133 The Source of Power

There are many incomplete memories of Wu Xianxiao from the 21st century. It’s not that there are no memories, but there are many vague memories, similar to people in their thirties or forties recalling their childhood memories when they were five or six years old. They remember the general idea, but it is vague.

Initially he thought he had fallen asleep stupidly, but later he realized that he was not the original Wu Xianxiao.

After sleeping for hundreds of years, and most likely with the unknown multiplier time caused by the potential of his super brain, he has already become a new Wu Xianxiao after annihilating himself countless times.

So his historical memory of the Song Dynasty is vague, and many of his memories of the 21st century are also vague, but he still remembers one sentence.

Power is only responsible to the source of its power!

There are too many other things he doesn't know, and he can't figure them out clearly. What's the point of discussing big debates when he doesn't even have a complete memory?
If he really wanted to discuss and ponder with the great scholars of this era, he would probably be confused himself.

But there was one thing he was very clear about, that this world was materialistic, and as long as he adhered to one principle, that is, the common people and the working people in the places he had been to could not live worse than before, then all problems would be solved.

Life will always find its way out. All those who are not in line with it will be killed, and then the rest will be in line with his ideas... If the common people he expects cannot become the source of power for these carnivores, he doesn't know what to do, and he can't take all the thoughts of future generations. In this case, let his fists be the source of power in this world!

Wu Xianxiao threw a punch, and the three civil servants were instantly turned into meat paste, coating the walls and ceiling of the Golden Palace.

“Mercy, mercy…”

Several civil officials ran out of the hall, and Wu Xianxiao simply grabbed a pillar nearby and threw it out. The civil officials immediately turned into meat paste, and the pillar rolled out of the hall and rolled hundreds of meters away.

Zhao Huan collapsed on the throne. After seeing Wu Xianxiao casually killing several civil officials, he began to stride towards him. He immediately woke up after urinating and shitting, and roared loudly: "I, I...I can't do anything. The court is full of civil and military officials talking. I can't do anything. I was wrong, I was wrong. I will do whatever the immortal says!!"

The voice was hoarse and sharp, not like a man's, not like a human.

Wu Xianxiao walked up to him. There were probably more than twenty ministers in the hall, and they were all so scared that they knelt on the ground.

Wu Xianxiao glanced around and shook his head, saying, "You... can't even be a good dog. You said that the people are the common people, and you said that you should go north to recover your homeland. If you can't do this, then what's the point of keeping you?"

Zhao Huan immediately screamed: "I want to be a dog, I want to be a dog..."

Wu Xianxiao said nothing, but stretched out his hand and slapped Zhao Huan downwards. With one slap, Zhao Huan's head was hit directly into his chest cavity, and then his chest cavity was pressed down to his abdomen, and then his whole body was beaten into a pulp.

The palace maids and eunuchs around were scared to death, but Wu Xianxiao did not kill any of them. He killed ministers and the emperor, but he did not touch or kill any of the imperial guards, the Praefectus Urbi, or the palace maids and eunuchs.

At this time, the eunuchs and palace maids were so frightened that they lost their minds and screamed.

"It collapsed, it collapsed, it collapsed..."

"Bah!"

Wu Xianxiao roared loudly, and the noise in the entire hall disappeared immediately.

He stood in front of the throne, kicked it away, then turned around and shouted, "Where is the historian!?"

After shouting three times, an official came out from the side and knelt on the ground, not daring to move.

"Zhao Huan is dead, what will be recorded in history books?!"

The officials dared not remain silent and could only kneel down and say: "The emperor died in the palace..."

"Snapped!"

Wu Xianxiao jumped down and slapped the official, turning him into meat paste.

"Where is the historian!?"

He shouted three more times, but this time no one dared to answer.

Wu Xianxiao randomly picked a lucky minister, picked him up, and beat him into a pulp no matter how he screamed and begged for mercy.

"Where is the historian!?"

After shouting three times again, all the remaining ministers knelt down.

"Zhao Huan is dead, what will be recorded in history books?!"

The remaining ministers were almost unable to speak. At this time, a young civil servant shouted loudly: "A tyrannical monarch is not a monarch! The second sage once said that the people are the most important, the country is second, and the monarch is the least important! This is not a monarch, but a tyrant, a tyrant. He should be buried with civil rites. No, his head should be sent to the nine borders and his body should be exposed in the streets as a warning to all generations!"

Wu Xianxiao immediately looked at the young civil servant. Several ministers around him looked up at the young civil servant in surprise. However, anyone who dared to look up at him in surprise was immediately beheaded by Wu Xianxiao.

"Look at you! Is he wrong? Or do you think that the Emperor of Zhao Song is greater than the laws of nature?" The remaining ministers all prostrated themselves on the ground and shouted, "We dare not. The laws of nature are the greatest. This is a tyrannical monarch, not a monarch!!"

Wu Xianxiao did not kill any more people. He looked at the young official with interest and asked, "What's your name?"

The young minister trembled all over, but his heart was immediately filled with ecstasy. He knelt down and shouted loudly: "My name is Qin Hui!"

"Qin Hui!? Are you Qin Hui?"

Wu Xianxiao was surprised, and felt extremely complicated for a moment, but he did not kill Qin Hui. Instead, he turned around and walked out of the hall.

"Zong Ze, let Zhao Gou come to see me!"

"Call all the Confucian scholars from Song Dynasty to Bianliang. I want to listen to their debates!"

At this time, Zong Ze was rushing back to the imperial city with the civil and military officials who had come out to greet him. When he arrived at the square outside the main hall, he saw a bloody mess at the entrance of the main hall. His heart skipped a beat. When he heard Wu Xianxiao's roar in the distance, he could only smile bitterly.

Instead, all the civil and military officials behind him were rejoicing.

Originally, he was thinking about leaving the city and kneeling before the immortal. He didn't know what his reputation would be like among the Confucian scholars, and he would probably be scolded by the upright people. But now, everyone is thankful, and when they look at Zong Ze, it is as if they are looking at their reborn parents.

"The world has changed..."

A minister muttered softly.

Then he realized that he was not the only one muttering, almost everyone around him was muttering the same way.

The weather has changed...

What has changed is not only the Song Dynasty, but also everything that has happened since Emperor Zulong, since the abolition of all schools of thought, since the promotion of Confucianism, and since the emergence of aristocratic families...

When Zong Ze escorted Zhao Gou, who was almost frightened to death, to the bloody hall, the first words Wu Xianxiao said when he saw them surprised them.

"I was wrong."

Wu Xianxiao lowered his head and murmured.

Hearing this, Zhao Gou almost knelt down, but Zong Ze beside him held him back tightly, preventing him from kneeling.

Wu Xianxiao looked up at everyone present and said, "I thought you were all smart people. Even Zhao Huan at least had some sense. You should understand that I am someone who can kill the northern monster, dare to charge into the Jin army alone, and go to the north alone to hunt down the remnants of the Jin Dynasty. I am not someone you can fight against. If I want to, I can kill you all in a piece of cake."

"I thought you knew, but I was wrong. You know, but without direct demonstration, you will deceive yourself due to inertia, your values, interests and so on. So Chu Minghao is smart. He showed you what the destruction of the 'immortal' is before he left. The big hole on the training ground can always remind you of one thing, 'mortals, don't do stupid things'. I didn't understand it before. I thought my words were powerful, but this weapon of criticism can never replace the criticism of weapons."

"So I was wrong. I should have told you this at the beginning and made you remember it."

Wu Xianxiao ignored Zongze and asked the civil and military officials present what Zhao Gou was thinking. He pointed at Qin Hui and said, "He is very good and understands the emperor's intentions very well. Zhao Gou, if you have any questions, you can ask him more. I think he will definitely guarantee your longevity."

Qin Hui immediately knelt down beside him, his expression calm, but his heart filled with ecstasy.

When Zhao Gou heard the words "live a long life", he almost collapsed, but he immediately perked up and listened carefully to what Wu Xianxiao said next.

Wu Xianxiao scratched his head, thought for a long time and then said, "I don't know how to explain these great truths to you, because in your minds, I am probably the evil one, I am the tyrant, but it doesn't matter, soon someone will come to convince you."

The ministers present, including Zong Ze, did not believe it in their hearts.

Wu Xianxiao shook his head again. He hammered his head and said, "I always felt that I should be able to speak eloquently in the past. How come I can't say anything now? But I still have a few words to tell you. They are also the few words I can remember clearly."

"First, power is only responsible for the source of power, so you can treat the common people as straw dogs, because your power comes from the upper class, from your private soldiers, from your knowledge, status, right to speak, and right to interpret scriptures, etc. But now, your power has changed. It comes from my fist. I can't explain it clearly, but you should gradually understand."

"Second, people will not be suffocated to death by urine. Life will always find a way out. I believe in your intelligence. Otherwise, you would not be standing in this hall and talking about democracy. So I am sure that if you may be killed by me at any time, or if you have already been slaughtered by me in groups, you should quickly know what to do, what you can do, and what you must do."

After saying this, Wu Xianxiao patted the flesh on his body, turned around and walked straight out of the hall. Everyone immediately made way for him. They didn't even dare to look at Wu Xianxiao himself, and just stood aside with their heads down.

Halfway through the walk, Wu Xianxiao suddenly stopped and said again: "Zong Ze, you must follow my instructions. Within three days, I want to see all the Confucian schools in the Song Dynasty gather in Bianliang..."

“I want to try and see if it’s really as it’s said on those platforms and forums.”

"There are great scholars who interpret the scriptures for me, and their voices resound throughout the world!"

(End of this chapter)