Douluo Jueshi, world modulation mode

Five million gold soul coins.

Although gold soul coins are just a number to An Zhen now, with a good-quality ten-thousand-year soul bone costing hundreds of thousands or even millions of gold soul coins, the purchasing power of one gold soul coin is still quite good. A grilled fish costs only five copper soul coins, while one gold soul coin is equivalent to one hundred copper soul coins.

Regardless of appearance, one gold soul coin can buy a warm cotton coat, some coal, and a few loaves of bread that cost one copper soul coin each.

A few gold soul coins are enough for a family of three to get through the most difficult winter.

"Millions! The money you embezzled is enough to feed millions of people through the winter!"

Now, hundreds of thousands, even millions, will die. Although the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School is currently distributing supplies, those lost lives cannot be brought back to life.

brute!

This was someone's life-saving money! Anzhen just couldn't understand how these people could be so heartless, like pigs and dogs. Didn't they feel any remorse for the countless corpses they caused?

Dark eyes stared at the fat man begging for mercy; this kind of creature didn't deserve to be called human.

"Someone is coming."

A squad of soldiers in black armor entered the hall, accompanied by several skilled executioners.

"I'll have this fat pig executed by slow slicing." An Zhen pointed at the corrupt official, and the jade swan converted its soul power into life force, sending a cyan orb into his body to ensure he could fully enjoy the process.

This was merely punishment during his lifetime.

Upon hearing this, the corrupt official turned deathly pale with fright, and various filth gushed from between his legs. "Your Majesty...Your Majesty! Spare me! I'll never dare to do it again! I'll never dare to do it again!"

Several black-armored guards quickly stepped forward, pinned the man down, tied him up, and sealed his mouth with tape.

Seeing that the black-armored guards were about to drag him out of the main hall, An Zhen spoke up to stop them, "Right here in the main hall."

"promise!"

Not daring to disobey His Majesty's orders in any way, the executioners stepped forward without hesitation to begin their work.

“Your Majesty.” An elderly man with white hair trembled as he struggled to his feet. “Your Majesty, to do such a thing in the main hall is disrespectful to etiquette and law, disrespectful to the emperors of the past, and damaging to Your Majesty’s and the Empire’s prestige.”

"Oh?" An Zhen's gaze fell on this "warrior".

The omniscient authority operates.

Gain insight into the other party's information.

An Zhen was somewhat surprised, "You're quite an honest official."

"I have only done my duty as an official and as a person," the old man said.

"Back to the previous question." An Zhen looked around the magnificent hall. "I ask you, which is more damaging to the dignity of me and the empire: the corpses of millions of imperial citizens lying strewn across the fields because of one person's greed, or the torture of a beast in this very hall?"

“Naturally, it’s the former,” the old man replied.

“It is not I who disrespect the law today, but these beasts who disrespect the law,” An Zhen said coldly. “Some people are just despicable! The rewards the empire has given him have far exceeded his contributions, bringing him a life of abundance. He lives a thousand times, ten thousand times better than ordinary people.”

"He's eating the finest delicacies, yet he insists on taking advantage of the common people's hard, tasteless black bread!"

"Today I am telling them that if they are not human, then in my eyes they are beasts!"

The officials below knelt on the ground, trembling like quails.

The new emperor sat on his throne, reviewing the charges against the next person.

Suppressed cries of pain echoed through the hall.

With each shout, several officials trembled uncontrollably, as if the knife were scraping against their skin.

Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts) is a very bloody thing.

The burning of the undead fire is a thousand times more painful than this, but the visual impact is far greater.

Anzhen cannot bear to see bloody and cruel scenes.

But he had already seen far more gruesome scenes: infants freezing to death in their mothers' arms, children brutally violated by perverted nobles, and parents who abandoned all their dignity for their children...

One day later.

On his first day in office, the new emperor of Douling executed more than a dozen officials by slow slicing in the main hall, killed dozens more, dismissed more than 80% of the officials, and confiscated the property of most of the nobles in Lingdou City. This matter spread throughout the entire continent at an extremely fast pace.

Inside a Jiubaoge (a type of traditional Chinese store).

An Zhen looked sincerely at the person in front of her, "Uncle Ning, this matter is best left to you."

"Uh." Ning Yunzhi fell silent as he stared at the Douling Prime Minister's seal before him. The position of being second only to the emperor had suddenly been placed before him.

The former Prime Minister of Douling was dismissed by Anzhen. He was capable, but he couldn't meet Anzhen's expectations. The former Prime Minister was like a wall patcher, robbing Peter to pay Paul to maintain the balance of the Douling Empire, but in the process, he had to bow to the interests of the nobles and corrupt officials.

For the current empire, the old prime minister is no longer suitable for this position. An Zhen's preferred candidates are Yan Shaozhe or Ning Yunzhi.

But Senior Brother Yan's heart is set on Shrek Academy.

Professor Moon said that Dean Shrek cannot concurrently serve as Prime Minister of the Empire.

Only after An Zhen's persistent pleading did Teacher Mu En relent and allow An Zhen to recruit a group of elders from his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to work for An Zhen in the Douling Empire's court. But this was far from enough.

“Uncle Ning.” Seeing Ning Yunzhi lower his head in thought, An Zhen spoke up, “I am now the Douling Emperor, and my child will naturally be the future emperor. As long as you agree, no matter whether my child with Ning Tian is a boy or a girl, they will be the next emperor.”

"As for the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School's Sect Master, isn't the position of Young Master already held by Ning Tian? I can reveal some information to you. In the future, I have a way to help Ning Tian become a god. You should know that my teacher is a God King of the God Realm. Furthermore, the future Douluo Star will be able to accommodate True Gods permanently. If Ning Tian wishes, he can continue to hold the position of Sect Master. Regardless of your decision now, the future Sect Master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School will be the mother of the future Douling Emperor."

Upon hearing this, Ning Yunzhi was taken aback, a helpless expression appearing on his face. "Okay."

His main concern was that once he became prime minister, his sect might be tied to the Douling Empire, and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would gradually lose its neutrality. However, if what An Zhen said was true, the Douling Empire would inevitably become inseparable from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the future.

Leaving aside the immense potential of an empire, even if its current strength is waning, what more could one ask for if his daughter and son-in-law were destined to become gods?

“The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School will surely continue to shine,” An Zhen promised.

……

Dragon City.

Tianlongmen.

"Thunder Hell!"

Streaks of black lightning fell, densely packed, forming a small sea of ​​lightning, which then exploded in an instant, creating a small black swamp of lightning.

Yu Yunzhen, a level 96 offensive titled Douluo and the current sect master of the Heavenly Dragon Gate, looked at An Zhen and asked, "What does Your Majesty think of my grandson?"

The black lightning dispersed, and a tall, robust young man emerged from it—Yu Tianlong, the number one student under twenty in the Tianlong Sect.

“A first-rate genius, but a step below the prodigies,” An Zhen said. “He’s about the same as Bei Bei, the great-grandson of my teacher, Dragon God Douluo.”

"Oh?" Yu Yunzhen was slightly taken aback, but he wasn't angry. After all, the person in front of him was the number one genius of the world. "Then, Your Majesty, who do you think deserves the title of genius besides you?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Tianlong also looked at An Zhen with some dissatisfaction.

Taking a sip of the Tianlong Sect's specialty drink, An Zhen said unhurriedly, "Wu Feng comes from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, and his martial soul is the Flame Sacred Dragon. He possesses the bloodline of the first generation Fire Dragon King, one of the nine sons of the Dragon God. Before he was even twenty years old, his soul power had already begun to surge towards the Soul Saint level, and his physical body was comparable to a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast, possessing the ultimate fire attribute."

Yu Yunzhen remained silent. "Ultimate attributes, Dragon King bloodline, even my grandson cannot match him."

"Wang Dong'er, Goddess of Light Butterfly, Clear Sky Hammer, twin martial souls. She is the same age as Wu Feng, but she has already become a Soul Saint. Her seventh soul ring is the transformation of a 100,000-year-old soul beast."

"A Soul Saint!" Yu Yunzhen exclaimed in surprise, "A 100,000-year-old Soul Beast, can her physical body and spirit withstand it?"

Anzhen explained the concept of souls, saying that although there are still requirements for both the physical body and the soul, there is no need to directly confront the resentment of a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

Yu Yunzhen remained silent. "My grandson is no match for him."

“These two are from the younger generation,” An Zhen said. “And the previous generation of the younger generation, my wife Zhang Lexuan, you should have heard of her reputation. She is not yet thirty years old, but she has already begun to strive for level ninety-seven, and her cultivation will soon surpass yours.”

"Level 97?!" Yu Yunzhen had never been more surprised than he had been in all these years. "I've heard of her. She's the great-granddaughter of Elder Mu. But didn't she only break through to Soul Douluo a few years ago?"

An Zhen smiled slightly, "Opportunity is also part of strength."

"The Jade Sect has a long history and is a branch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, one of the three upper sects, ten thousand years ago. They should know something about the first generation of Shrek Seven Devils ten thousand years ago."

Why did Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda become the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? Why was Dai Mubai, the second prince who was afraid of his elder brother's sharpness, able to defeat his elder brother many years later? Including Zhu Zhuqing, why did the Shrek Seven Devils, who were originally considered geniuses, suddenly become the best among their peers?

"Sect Master Yu knows the answer."

Yu Yunzhen looked at An Zhen, "Because of that legendary immortal herb."

“That’s right!” An Zhen nodded. “Today, I’ve brought this opportunity to the Heavenly Dragon Gate. And this is just an appetizer.”

Yu Yunzhen's expression became solemn. "Your Majesty, please come in."

Half an hour later, An Zhen left.

An hour later, at the Tianlongmen sect meeting, Yu Yunzhen announced in an extremely firm manner that the sect had accepted the Douling Emperor's invitation to become a national protector sect, and that he himself would assume an important position in the Douling Empire, with sect elders and deacons also to hold some positions.

After the meeting, the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Dragon Sect looked at Yu Yunzhen with a puzzled expression, "Sect Master, did that person say anything else to you?"

Yu Yunzhen's reason was two thousand-year-old earthworm golden gourds.

But the Grand Elder knew that the immortal herb was indeed a legendary treasure, but not enough to make the entire sect risk their lives for someone else.

Yu Yunzhen shook his head slightly, "You'll know in a year or two."

Yu Yunzhen's eyes still held the shock that had not yet dissipated.

World War.

gods.

The purple divine lightning, brimming with destructive power, seemed etched into his mind, impossible to forget.

In the face of such a catastrophe, it's not shameful to cling to powerful figures.

(End of this chapter)