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Chapter 383 His crime deserves death! He is sentenced to death! (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)
Wu Xian found it amusing and casually slapped the coward away, sending him flying through the air. Then he pressed Zhang Feng down, forcing him to kneel heavily on the ground. The sound of his knees cracking and a shrill scream could be heard from a distance.

"Everyone!"

Wu Xian amplified his voice with his qi, making it clear to everyone in the market.

"This man is named Zhang Feng. He holds the official position of Vice Minister of War. Because he wants to overthrow Prince Yu and become Minister of War himself, he plans to kidnap Princess Pingyang and frame her for eloping with someone. He will then use this as a pretext to criticize Prince Yu in the court."

Fortunately, this silver gong discovered the matter and rescued the princess in time. He initially intended to arrest the man, but unexpectedly discovered that he had also abused his position to replace superior weaponry with large quantities of inferior weapons, which he then sold to bandits and outlaws throughout the Great Feng Dynasty, profiting hundreds of thousands of taels of silver in the process.

Everyone was shocked to hear this, especially the students, whose eyes were filled with surprise, followed by anger and disdain as they looked at Zhang Feng.

Unlike Sun Zhongming's crimes, the act of reselling military equipment and supplying inferior weapons to the Dafeng army was tantamount to treason and was a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of his family.

"This man deserves to die! He is utterly unworthy of being a scholar!"

"How dare you smuggle weapons? How could someone as new to the Eastern Dawn be allowed to become an official? Heaven must be blind!"

"This matter should be reported to the imperial court, and His Majesty should execute his entire clan!"

……

In an instant, the crowd was filled with righteous indignation. Even the most ignorant people could tell that this man was a traitorous opportunist. They immediately began to curse him, and some even threw vegetable leaves and rotten eggs at him, creating a scene reminiscent of a TV drama.

Zhang Feng knelt on the ground, his forehead covered in cold sweat from the pain. Hearing the crowd's curses at him, he felt ashamed and angry, but couldn't help but sneer.

Arms trafficking? Traitor?

A bunch of idiots who have no idea that the mastermind behind all this is the current emperor of the Great Feng Dynasty. The emperor they serve is utterly ridiculous.

As Zhang Feng was thinking this, he suddenly noticed that the surrounding environment had become suddenly quiet. Just as he was wondering about this, he subconsciously looked up and saw that the common people, students, and even the night watchmen all had expressions of disbelief and fear on their faces.

What's going on? Why are they making those faces...?

"What did you say?!"

Just then, Wu Xian suddenly let out an exaggerated shout, revealing the same look of terror as everyone else, and then pointed at Zhang Feng and said, "You mean, the reason you're reselling military equipment is all at His Majesty's behest?!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible, you must be lying!"

After saying that, Wu Xian reached into his pocket and actually took out a blue book from the fragment of the Earth Book. After flipping through a few pages, he tore off a piece of paper and said loudly to everyone.

"Everyone, take a good look. These are pages of a spellbook personally crafted by a great Confucian scholar from Yunlu Academy. They can make people tell the truth, and they are perfect for testing whether what this person just said is true!"

"Muzhi! No!!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Yan, who was standing to the side, realized what was happening and dared not watch the show any longer, and wanted to step forward to stop it.

This is no longer just about executing corrupt officials. If Zhang Feng is telling the truth, it means that Emperor Yuanjing, the ruler of Dafeng, is secretly betraying the interests of the Dafeng Dynasty. Once this becomes widely known, the entire Dafeng will be plunged into violent turmoil, and the world will be in chaos!

Jiang Luzhong also realized this and unleashed his own power to attack.

The two fourth-rank martial artists were incredibly fast. Almost the instant the spell paper burned, they transformed into two golden beams and shot out, arriving in front of Wu Xian in the blink of an eye.

Wu Xian simply smiled, and a ring appeared on his left hand. With a gentle swipe, two spark circles formed, blocking Yang Jiang and the other person's path.

The two Golden Roosters had never seen teleportation magic in the Marvel universe before. Before they could react, they had already fallen into the circle and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Wu Xian clenched his left fist, and the teleportation portal disappeared instantly. If nothing unexpected happened, it would take the two of them at least one or two hours to return to the capital, even if they went all out. By then, things here should have already ended.

Thinking this, the spell slip of paper that read "A gentleman should be honest" had burned to ashes. Under the effect of the spell, Zhang Feng's expression changed. After enduring for a moment, he still spoke loudly:
"That's right! It was His Majesty who secretly instructed me to resell weapons, specifically to supply those disaster-stricken refugee areas, so that those bandits could create more chaos and bloodshed!"

After saying this, Zhang Feng collapsed, then, as if in despair, began to laugh wildly, pointing at the students around him who were glaring at him angrily, and loudly mocking them:
"A bunch of idiots! Our Emperor doesn't care about the lives of you lowly ants at all, yet you still want to be loyal to him."

Haha! Loyalty my ass! With a ruler like this, the Great Feng Dynasty is doomed sooner or later! Hahahaha—uh!!

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Zhang Feng, his face flushed, clutched his throat. Wu Xian had used his qi to lift him into the air, and he was floating up, his legs kicking wildly, like a fish about to die from dehydration.

"The trafficking of arms and the persecution of countless people have led to displacement, loss of families, and death; their crimes deserve the death penalty..."

Wu Xian spoke in an icy tone, his fingers tightening suddenly: "I now sentence you to death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Feng's eyes bulged out, and his whole body, like a balloon that was inflating wildly, burst open with a muffled "bang," sending a shower of blood raining down in mid-air.

The scene was completely silent, and everyone stared at it in bewilderment.

This... he killed him?
The Vice Minister of War, a third-rank official of the imperial court, was killed just like that, and his body was smashed to pieces, leaving not a single hair behind!
Thinking of this, everyone, including the night watchmen who followed Yang Yan and Jiang Luzhong, looked at Wu Xian with a hint of fear, but at the same time, an indescribable sense of pleasure welled up in their hearts, and they wanted to cheer.

Ignoring the strange looks from the crowd, Wu Xian channeled his energy into the half-dead, shattered-bones-covered Pingyuan Earl, reviving him from his unconsciousness. Then, he took out another slip of paper inscribed with "A gentleman should be honest" and demanded, "Pingyuan Earl, in recent years, there have been many cases of missing children and women in the capital. Are you involved?"

These words, like a pebble dropped into a calm lake, rippled outwards, and the surrounding silence was broken into noise once more.

If the students of the Imperial Academy and Yunlu Academy had previously reacted most strongly to Zhang Feng's crimes, now it is the ordinary people whose pupils have dilated and who are too excited to contain themselves.

In the past decade, almost every so often, cases of missing children or respectable women have occurred in the capital. However, neither the Jingzhao Prefecture, the Dali Temple, nor the night watchmen have been able to investigate the truth or find the whereabouts of these missing persons.

At the same time, countless families were broken as a result, and countless people who lost their wives and children were heartbroken and even became mentally unstable.

But now Wu Xian tells them that the real culprit has been found, and it is the high-ranking official in front of them, known as the Earl of Pingyuan.

At this moment, the Earl of Pingyuan was already affected by the magic and said with difficulty, "That's right, I did it. I was ordered by His Majesty to run a human slave trade in the capital. My purpose was to collect young children and test their cultivation talents."

Those with good aptitude were secretly sent to the palace, while those with poor aptitude had their limbs cut off or were disfigured, forcing them to beg for food and earn money. As for the women, most of them were sold to brothels and theaters far from the capital…”

As the Earl of Pingyuan spoke, the surrounding people began to cry and roar in anger.

Many of them had lost their children, and upon hearing Pingyuanbo's words, they could no longer restrain themselves. If Wu Xian hadn't blocked them with his aura, they probably would have rushed forward and devoured Pingyuanbo alive.

Even those ordinary people who hadn't lost their children, and the night watchmen, were now cold-handed and pale-faced, as if they had put themselves in the shoes of those unfortunate people, and then...

It broke our hearts!

On the other side, Wu Xian's eyes also burned with hidden anger.

He knew about this plot and had wanted to expose it over the years, but Wei Yuan stopped him, telling him he couldn't do it, otherwise he would be breaking ties with the emperor, which would not only put his life in danger, but also throw the entire Da Feng into complete chaos.

At that time, Wu Xian was weak and knew that he could not change anything on his own. So he could only secretly take in the children who had been mutilated and tortured on the streets and use the money he got from his inventions to take care of their lives.

but now……

I've already cheated, what else is there to tolerate?

Everything else is one thing, but human traffickers must die!

"What about those children who were sent to the palace? How are they doing now?"

Wu Xian asked again, his tone even colder than before.

The Earl of Pingyuan answered frankly, "I don't know either, but I heard that His Majesty needs to absorb the essence and blood of those children to refine them into elixirs for his cultivation... Ah!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Xian kicked him away, sending him flying among the crowd, and said coldly:
"The Earl of Pingyuan is a trafficker and an accomplice to evil, and his crime deserves to be torn to pieces... Gentlemen, he is now in your hands!"

The air was quiet for a moment, then a rather haggard-looking woman suddenly screamed and pounced on Pingyuanbo, biting his face and tearing off a piece of flesh.

"Give me back my son's life!!"

The roar seemed to flip a switch, and one by one, people with bloodshot eyes pushed out of the crowd and rushed to the Duke of Pingyuan. Like the woman, they began to tear at the Duke of Pingyuan with their hands and teeth.

Accompanied by those screams, the scene was both incredibly bloody and heartbreaking.

Everyone turned their heads away, unable to bear to look. Some of the more sentimental people even had tears in their eyes, and their eyes and hearts were filled with even more anger.

"Lord Sun, it's your turn."

At the same time, Wu Xian walked up to Sun Zhongming, who was already dumbfounded, looked down at him, and then grinned, revealing a kind smile.

"I! I didn't! I haven't harmed anyone. I only helped His Majesty lend money at exorbitant interest rates. I really haven't harmed anyone!!"

Sun Zhongming wept bitterly, then began to frantically kowtow, begging Wu Xian to spare him.

"I know you didn't, but do you think the people below will believe you?"

Wu Xian smiled slightly, raised his hand and placed it on his head, the blue halo flickering slightly.

"Now, tell me everything you know about the people who helped Yuan Jing, without omitting a single one!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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