The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Emperor Zhaode, Chai Heng, has been in a very good mood lately.

After months of using both soft and hard tactics and exchanging favors, he finally managed to subdue Zhong Shidao, a veteran general of the Western Army. Zhong Shidao submitted a memorial stating that he would definitely send troops to the Northeast within the month, which not only solved a major threat but also relieved his urgent problem.

The Great Zhou army has always been led by the Western Army, and Zhong Shidao is a famous general of the Great Zhou who has served in the army for five generations and commanded troops for many years. With him leading the army, it will be just around the corner to quell the rebellion of the Northeast King!

Lately, even the court officials have become increasingly respectful to him!

He finally felt that the dragon throne beneath him was secure...

"Your Majesty, it's time to take the elixir."

Inside the spacious Chuigong Hall, the Grand Eunuch Guo Defu, with his head bowed and eyes lowered, presented an open brocade box to Emperor Zhaode.

Emperor Zhaode, who was barefoot and wielding his brush, put down his large wolf-hair brush upon hearing the sound. He took out a golden pill the size of a thumb from the brocade box, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it whole. Then, he took the tea bowl handed to him by Guo Defu, tilted his head back, and drank a large mouthful of tea to swallow the golden pill.

He let out a satisfied sigh, a flush rising on his pale face, and then picked up his wolf-hair brush again, pulled out a sheet of Xuan paper, and spontaneously splashed ink.

Before long, a magnificent and imposing landscape painting appeared on the paper...

"Any news about Lin Suzhen?"

he asked suddenly.

Guo Defu pondered for a moment and replied in a low voice, "Your Majesty, someone saw him at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain a month ago."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Zhaode gave a silent, cold laugh and said casually, "Issue my oral decree, ordering him to return to his post immediately."

Guo Defu crossed his arms and said, "Yes!"

Emperor Zhaode put down his large wolf-hair brush, admiring his own painting. He then grabbed a teacup that had been replaced at some point and drank it down in one gulp. The pale yellow tea spilled from the corner of his mouth, soaking a large area of ​​his robe and chest.

"Boom!"

He slammed the teacup back onto the imperial desk and beckoned over: "Come and see, what do you think of my painting?"

Guo Defu bowed and stepped forward, staring at the landscape painting on the table. He replied with a troubled expression, "Forgive my poor words, Your Majesty. I only know that this painting is excellent, but I can't quite put my finger on what makes it so good... I just feel that everything about it is wonderful. After looking at the painting, I closed my eyes and it felt as if I could really see the rolling mountains."

"Hahaha……"

Emperor Zhaode laughed loudly, "You old dog, you do have some sense of quality."

Guo Defu smiled obsequiously and bowed, saying, "It is Your Majesty's brilliant writing!"

Emperor Zhaode laughed and said, "If those treacherous officials were like you, old dog, my life would be much more peaceful."

Guo Defu: "They're just a bunch of bastards who'll be beheaded sooner or later. Our royal army will present their heads to the emperor sooner or later. Why should Your Majesty care about them..."

"Well said!"

Emperor Zhaode laughed again, his overly excited laughter sounding like the strange squawking of a macaw, so loud it gave one a headache.

But the eunuchs and palace maids serving inside the Chuigong Hall seemed not to hear it...

"Judging by the days, Huang Yuan and the others should arrive in Yangzhou today, right?"

After laughing, Emperor Zhaode seemed to suddenly remember something and asked casually.

Fortunately, Guo Defu was already used to his highly unpredictable way of speaking, and replied without hesitation, "Judging by the days, they should be arriving in Yangzhou by now."

Emperor Zhaode asked with great interest, "Which decree do you think that scoundrel will choose?"

Guo Defu replied without hesitation, "Even General Zhong obediently followed the Emperor's orders. How could Wang Erhu possibly rebel? Naturally, he has to choose whichever order the Emperor commands!"

His words really hit Emperor Zhaode right where it hurt. He laughed loudly again, and his originally dignified and imposing face turned red with excitement. His eyes were even slightly bloodshot, making him look somewhat ferocious and vicious!
Guo Defu acted as if he hadn't seen anything, silently forcing a smile with his lips pursed...

Just then, a sudden, unrestrained chill descended from the sky, sweeping across the entire palace with the force of autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves.

Guo Defu's expression changed drastically. He immediately released a powerful aura to protect Emperor Zhaode and shouted sharply, "Who goes there!"

The next second, a tall figure dressed in black, holding a silver spear upside down in one hand and a human head in the other, stepped over a majestic figure clad in black armor and wearing an iron mask, crashed through the roof and fell heavily into the center of the Chuigong Hall, creating a large crater in the ground with fine cracks like a spider web around its edges.

The person who came was none other than General Wang Wenwang, who had been burning with rage and had marched all the way from Yangzhou to Kaifeng, the capital of Tokyo!
"Hey bro, what are you wearing?"

After landing, Wang Wen didn't even glance at the master and servant in the hall. With a puzzled look, he tapped the helmet of the burly figure at his feet with his silver spear, saying, "Pretty tough!"

The burly figure stared at him with bloodshot eyes filled with venom, blood gushing from his cheeks. He weakly reached out to move the man's right leg, but couldn't budge it an inch. It was clear he was about to die...

"Hey, don't be in such a hurry to die!"

Wang Wen quickly squatted down and patted the burly figure's face, which was covered in an iron mask: "How did you forge this thing on your body... Say something?"

This scene was like a bucket of ice-cold water being poured over the heads of the master and servant in the hall.

They knew all too well who the imposing figure at Wang Wen's feet was!
On the night they forced the emperor to abdicate, it was a burly figure lying on the ground, seemingly on the verge of death, who entangled the old eunuch Cao Wang, who was at the Innate Realm, creating an opportunity for them to directly approach Emperor Hongtai's palace.

At the moment, from Guo Defu sensing the newcomer's divine sense, to the imposing figure suddenly intercepting him, and then to the newcomer descending from the sky stepping on the imposing figure, it took at most two snaps of the fingers!

In the blink of an eye, he instantly killed a powerful martial arts expert who could have been entangled with a Xiantian realm expert.

This……

"puff."

The imposing figure coughed up another mouthful of blood, his head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last.

Wang Wen regretfully withdrew his hand, thinking of turning back to ask the spirit... that the armor on this brute had withstood three of his shots!

He slowly stood up and looked up at the two people in the hall who were silent as cicadas in fear.

When the master and servant met his gaze, their pupils both contracted sharply.

At that moment, a large number of imperial guards arrived after hearing the news. Outside the palace gates, shouts and footsteps filled the air, and the crowd of people stretched as far as the eye could see.

But the master and servant in the hall still felt a chill run through their bodies, as if they were naked in a frozen wasteland.

It was as if they weren't surrounding the newcomers, but rather the newcomers were surrounding them...

Wang Wen's gaze went straight past Guo Defu and landed on Emperor Zhaode, Chai Heng, whose face was as pale as paper and whose teeth were chattering.

This was the first time he had met Chai Heng.

I feel... he's far inferior to his father, Emperor Hongtai!
He threw the severed head in his hand onto the prince, pointed the head at it with his silver spear, and asked, "Did you send this old man?" The master and servant in the palace looked down at the prince's dead head, which was facing them, and their pupils contracted sharply again.

"But... but could it be General Wang Wenwang, the Demon Slayer General of Huainan, in person?"

Emperor Zhaode took another step behind the Grand Eunuch Guo Defu, revealing only his head. He forced an awkward, stiff smile and stammered, "General, you're coming to the capital. Why...why didn't you inform me beforehand? I...I could have gone out ten miles from the city to welcome my Great Zhou's meritorious general, a tiger among men!"

His timid and hesitant demeanor was a far cry from the arrogant and unrestrained air he had displayed moments before.

It's no exaggeration to say that he could already feel the dragon throne beneath him teetering on the verge of collapse...

Wang Wen listened attentively to what he had to say, then smiled and said, "You admit it? That makes things easier!"

He strode toward Emperor Zhaode as if no one else was there. Just then, the imperial guards who had come to the rescue rushed into the Chuigong Hall and surrounded Wang Wen, brandishing their gleaming swords and spears.

Seeing him step forward, all the imperial guards rushed forward without hesitation, shouting at the top of their lungs, "Step back!", "Put down your guns!", "You audacious scoundrel!"...

The noise was making Wang Wen's head buzz. Annoyed, he stomped his foot and yelled, "Get out of here!"

"Boom."

"Thorn..."

A dazzling bolt of lightning exploded beneath Wang Wen's feet, instantly knocking over all the imperial guards. Each of the fallen guards sported a freshly made, trendy ramen-noodle hairstyle, still steaming hot.

Just as all the imperial guards surrounding Wang Wen collapsed to the ground, a ghostly figure silently and swiftly drifted towards Wang Wen, wielding a palm technique that was both graceful and agile, yet as powerful as a mountain, aiming straight for Wang Wen's chest.

Wang Wen looked at the portly old eunuch with a face full of age spots approaching him, who was using Nie Xiaoqian-style graceful and agile movements, and found it an eyesore.

He couldn't bear to look and turned his face away. When the old eunuch floated within five feet of him, he flicked his silver spear, and the gleaming spearhead, like a snake flicking its tongue, pierced the old eunuch's chest with a smooth, effortless thrust.

Unexpectedly, the old woman seemed to have anticipated this scene. She gritted her teeth and instead of retreating, she advanced, bracing herself against the steel spear that had pierced her chest, and rushed to Wang Wen's side. In an instant, she struck Wang Wen dozens of times with both palms, producing a series of muffled "bang bang bang" sounds.

Wang Wen stopped in his tracks.

Seeing this, the old eunuch shrieked with a mixture of sorrow and pride, "You scoundrel, as long as I have a breath left, you will not lay a finger on my head!"

Wang Wen slowly turned his head, and under the old eunuch's shrill, resentful, yet gleeful and triumphant gaze, he slowly raised his left hand and gently dusted off non-existent dust from his clothes, asking with dissatisfaction, "If you're going to fight, then fight. Why are you yelling so loudly?"

The old eunuch's eyes widened suddenly, his eyelids tore open, and blood spurted out.

Wang Wen gently pulled the silver spear back, and the spearhead, which had been protruding more than ten feet from the old eunuch's back, suddenly retracted, bringing with it a cloud of blood mist and taking away the old eunuch's remaining life force. His pupils, which had shrunk to the size of sesame seeds, slowly dilated...

"Look, everyone saw it. He was the one who deliberately walked into the line of fire. It wasn't me who wanted to kill him."

With his silver spear touching the ground, Wang Wen bypassed the old eunuch who was still standing, and with a faint smile, explained to those around him as he walked towards Emperor Zhaode, who was now only obstructed by the imperial desk.

Emperor Zhaode stood frozen in place, his face pale and trembling as he watched Wang Wen stride toward him. He felt as if a towering shadow, as high as a mountain, was rapidly enveloping him.

Wang Wen stared directly at him, the smile on his face gradually fading.

He pulled a scroll of imperial edict from his waist, walked around the imperial desk to Emperor Zhaode's side, and slammed the scroll onto the imperial desk with a "smack," unfolding it.

Then he raised his large hand, grabbed Emperor Zhaode by the neck, and slammed his head hard onto the unfolded imperial edict with a "smack," his forehead hitting the sandalwood imperial desk with a "thud."

Wang Wen said softly, his face expressionless, "Can you read? Read it to me!"

Emperor Zhaode knew a little martial arts, though not very well.

But at this moment, under Wang Wen's powerful grasp, he was as helpless as a chick with nowhere to shelter from the rain, his entire being enveloped in immense fear. He had completely forgotten that he knew martial arts...

He frantically moved his eyes, scrutinizing the words on the imperial edict, and read it aloud word by word, trembling: "I, having received this auspicious mandate, hereby strip Wu Yanzu, the God of Huangshan, of his title of Heavenly Judge and Minister of the People's Blessings..."

Before he could finish reading, Wang Wen slapped him hard across the face, leaving five clearly visible finger marks: "Can you even read? Is that what the imperial edict says?"

This fierce duel left Emperor Zhaode completely stunned for two seconds.

Coming to his senses, he suddenly became furious, absolutely furious, and his eyes instantly blazed with two raging flames.

He got slapped hard?

He, Emperor Zhaode Chai Heng, actually got slapped in the face?

Even when the late emperor was alive, he never slapped him across the face!
His anger surged, and he straightened his back, roaring hoarsely, "I am..."

"Snapped!"

Another crisp, resounding slap landed on his face, making his head, which had just been raised, slam against the imperial desk with a loud thud.

Emperor Zhaode's eyes cleared instantly, and he immediately understood the situation.

Wang Wen looked down at him coldly: "Read it!"

Emperor Zhaode glanced at him with deep fear, then looked at the imperial edict and said, "I have been entrusted with this great mandate..."

"Snapped!"

A slap in the face, another slap in the face.

"Think again!"

This resounding slap prompted Emperor Zhaode to suddenly have a flash of inspiration and, in a moment of quick thinking, look away from the imperial edict and loudly proclaim: "I hereby bestow upon Huangshan God King Wen the title of 'Manifesting Sagehood, Subduing Demons, Majestic and Loyal Emperor!'"

After he finished reading, he squinted his eyes tightly, waiting for the slap that might come.

But after a few snaps, I felt the large, iron-like hand behind my neck slowly loosen.

"This is right!"

Wang Wen's face lit up with a smile as he personally helped him up, even gently smoothing out the wrinkles on his chest: "That's exactly what the imperial edict says!"

Emperor Zhaode looked at him with resentment: 'You just wanted a title, you should have said so earlier, why did you have to slap me three times...'

Wang Wen looked at him.

He looked at Wang Wen.

The smile on Wang Wen's face gradually disappeared.

Emperor Zhaode seemed to awaken from a dream, turned his head, pulled out a sheet of Xuan paper, personally picked up a brush and wrote the imperial edict, finally affixing the jade seal... "By the mandate of Heaven, may your reign be long and prosperous!" (End of this chapter)