Simultaneous travel: City, infinite evolution

Chapter 288 Using Their Own Methods Against Them [Requesting Recommendation Votes]

Compared to this scoundrel, even the most romantic and amorous scholar seems quite refined.

Chen Hong was the epitome of a gentleman.

The Snow Maiden raised her wine cup and said, "Thank you for your kindness, sir. It is our dancers' good fortune to be able to ascend this Flying Snow Jade Flower Platform."

It is an honor for Feixue Pavilion to be favored by such a refined guest as you.

The Snow Maiden offered this exquisite wine as a token of gratitude to Heaven for its favor upon Fei Xue Pavilion.

After saying this, the Snow Woman poured the cup of wine onto the ground, as if to offer it as a sacrifice to the heavens.

Chen Hong's eyes lit up. This Snow Woman was truly intelligent and kind-hearted.

These words not only defused Yan Chunjun's coercion but also put him in a position to restrain his behavior with morality.

If Lord Yanchun had any sense of shame, he wouldn't have openly robbed them.

Unfortunately, the Snow Woman overestimated the moral bottom line of these power-hungry parasites.

Everyone held their breath, and Yan Chunjun was extremely displeased.

"On behalf of all dancers in the world, the Snow Maiden thanks you, sir."

The Snow Maiden's words made Yan Chunjun clench his fist.

This is a form of praise that could be used to his detriment, placing him on a moral high ground so that he can't act recklessly.

The Snow Woman didn't want to get entangled with him, so she prepared to take her final bow.

"The Snow Woman's performance was interrupted just now, so tonight's performance is over. Please go home."

The Snow Woman turned around, her back to Yan Chunjun.

Zuo Wei immediately shouted, "Insolence!"

"How dare you turn your back on the royal family!"

"Wait a minute." Yan Chunjun was about to make another move.

"Is there anything else, sir?" the Snow Maiden's cold voice rang out.

Every city has its own legend.

Moreover, this is the capital city.

The Snow Maiden's famous "Flying Swallow on the Waves" is the greatest legend in this capital city.

I hope the Snow Maiden can help me…

Snow Maiden interrupted Yan Chunjun: "I am grateful for your kindness, but there is a problem with your wish to see Lingbo Feiyan."

What makes it difficult?

"The Snow Woman once swore that she would never dance this dance in front of people in her life. If she broke her oath, blood would surely be shed."

"Bloodshed is inevitable?" Yan Chunjun smiled knowingly. "Hehehe, interesting."

"Never dance this dance in front of others, but that's not difficult."

The Prince's Mansion was elegant and comfortable, and rarely visited by strangers.

Since Miss Xue Nu cannot openly display her Lingbo Feiyan (a type of flying swallow), then my residence is the most suitable place for her.

"Would the Snow Maiden do me the honor of grace?"

Clearly, Yan Chunjun was quite unhappy about being repeatedly rejected by Xue Nu.

This means they're going to disregard appearances and resort to force if soft tactics fail.

"Yan Chun Jun is going to take a hard line now."

"Although the Snow Maiden is eloquent and persuasive, Lord Yanchun is no ordinary nobleman; I'm afraid he is..."

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, most of them expressing their regret that such a peerless beauty as Xue Nu was about to be ruined by Yan Chun Jun.

"Someone, please escort Miss Xue Nu back to her residence."

Yan Chunjun coldly issued the order.

His guards on either side also stepped forward to press, "Please, Miss Snow Maiden, do me the honor."

"Please do me the honor, Miss Snow Maiden."

"Please do me the honor, Miss Snow Maiden."

The left and right guards pressed forward relentlessly, while the Snow Woman retreated step by step.

Yan Lingji held Chen Hong's hand, her face full of anger.

"Brother Chen Hong, these people are awful! We must teach them a lesson!"

Madam Hu also looked reluctant to help: "Husband, this Snow Maiden is so pitiful, please help her."

Dongjun Yanfei and Ehuang had icy expressions on their faces.

The other women also looked at Yan Chunjun with disgust at his lewd and despicable face.

Chen Hong finally set off, and in a flash arrived at the Flying Snow Jade Flower Platform, standing in front of the Snow Maiden.

"Things that don't know whether to live or die."

Suddenly, everything in the world lost all its color and turned gray.

Dongjun Yanfei looked surprised: "The Daoist Heavenly Sect's [Heaven and Earth Lose Color]?"

An incredibly terrifying aura emanated from Chen Hong, spreading from Feixue Pavilion and enveloping the entire capital of Yan.

As high and distant as the heavens, as solid and heavy as the earth, as majestic as a divine dragon, its terrifying aura directly suppressed the entire capital city.

The terrifying pressure pressed down on the ground, and the two lackeys immediately knelt down with a thud, their knees shattered, and they were pressed against the ground like crawling insects.

The oppressive aura swept out, and Yan Chunjun knelt down with a crack, breaking through the wooden platform of the sedan chair. He fell to the ground, his knees shattered, and he lay there like a fat worm, pressed against the ground.

Wherever Chen Hongwei's power reached, whether they were high-ranking royalty, nobles, or high-ranking officials, they all knelt on the ground like dead dogs.

The Snow Maiden behind Chen Hong looked around and saw these once high and mighty figures kneeling on the ground like dead dogs in front of Chen Hong.

Looking at Chen Hong's back again, it seemed as if Chen Hong's back had suddenly become taller and more imposing.

The Snow Woman's eyes lit up.

Chen Hong stepped on the air, walking directly through the air until he reached Yan Chunjun.

Chen Hong's face was indifferent, his tone was icy, and his desolate voice resounded throughout the entire capital of Yan.

"A small temple has a strong evil wind, a shallow pond has many turtles." "The smaller and more backward a place is, the more filthy people and filthy things it will have."

"Yan Chun Jun, do you think you are superior and can bully others at will, taking whatever you want from everyone?"

In the palace, the Prince of Yan, who was forced to kneel on the ground, had a flushed face and was cursing loudly.

"Yan Chunjun, you bastard!"

"How dare they provoke such a powerful enemy for me!"

"I will kill you!"

At this moment, the Prince of Yan had a question he didn't know how to express.

He knew that his uncle was always lawless and reckless, but as royalty, no matter how arrogant and domineering he was, nothing would happen to him.

But he never expected that Lord Yanchun would be so foolish as to provoke such a powerful being.

Logically speaking, as long as one doesn't provoke these powerful and mysterious beings, influential figures, or other royal families and feudal lords who also hold power, no matter how reckless one acts, nothing should happen.

What's wrong with this world?
Shouldn't royalty and nobility be high and mighty?

How can there be beings who are above royalty and nobility?

How could such a thing exist!

The King of Yan was filled with grief and indignation.

Whether they were high-ranking kings, generals, ministers, or officials, or commoners and slaves, they were all treated equally in front of Chen Hong.

On the contrary, Chen Hong did not force the ordinary people to kneel down. Instead, he specifically targeted the kings, generals, ministers, and all the nobles, making them all kneel down and lie on the ground like dead dogs.

Before Chen Hong's extraordinary ability to see through walls, all evil has nowhere to hide.

All those who committed crimes were targeted by Chen Hong.

Faced with Chen Hong's pressure, Yan Chunjun was speechless, his fat face pressed firmly against the ground.

Chen Hong stepped on his face and said, "How does it feel to be stepped on?"

Yan Chunjun's face flushed red, his veins bulged all over his body, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"What, you're not convinced?"

"Fine, then I'll let you experience what the common people you've bullied have gone through."

Chen Hong snapped his fingers.

He unleashed all his skills: Illusion Technique, Mind Control Spell, Soul Transformation Technique, Mind Reading Technique, Nine Palaces Soul Transfer Technique, Sleep Sealing Spell, Dual-Hand Technique, and Illusion Array.

In an instant, all the kings, generals, ministers, and nobles were plunged into an illusion.

In the illusion, they became ordinary people, commoners, servants, and slaves.

They encountered the various crimes they had committed in the past.

They are being treated the same way they treated others before.

The evil they committed came back to haunt them.

It's very fair.

Instantly, these nobles' faces contorted with pain, unable to bear the suffering endured by the common people they looked down upon.

Pain, struggle, fear, ferocity, resentment, murderous intent, sorrow...

Everything returns to itself.

Wailing, screams, illness, hunger, humiliation, exploitation, and the torture and death of loved ones...

All sorts of things, too numerous to mention.

In Yan Chunjun's illusion, he transformed into those beautiful women, who were toyed with and tortured in every way by a man named Yan Chunjun. He was unable to live or die, and died in humiliation after being played with until he was bored with them.

Yan Chunjun then transformed into the parents and brothers of those beauties, helplessly watching as his daughters and relatives were forced to be taken away by him. They disappeared without a trace, forever separated by death.

Lord Yanchun became one of those people he exploited, working hard in the fields but having no surplus grain at the end of the year, with exorbitant taxes and levies pressing down on them like a mountain.

Furthermore, landlords and powerful families coerced people into selling their land, children, and other assets because they could not afford to pay taxes.

They eventually became refugees, fled famine, and starved to death.

He couldn't resist until he died.

Weak, helpless, and powerless, these creatures are merely bloodsuckers, all the nutrients they produce being drained by bloodsuckers.

They are perpetually in a state of hunger and weakness, with no strength left to resist.

He never even thought of resisting until his death, just drifting along aimlessly.

The noble Lord Yanchun could not bear this and died countless times, endlessly reincarnating and beginning a new cycle of suffering in every lifetime.

As long as you are at the bottom of the food chain, you will always be taken advantage of by those above you, and there will always be all kinds of pain, both expected and unexpected, waiting for you.

Yan Chunjun quickly became numb; his soul lost its color and vitality, turning him into a walking corpse.

They endured one hardship after another.

Instead of becoming stronger and more resilient, they turned into puppets.

Under the self-protective mechanism of his soul, he gradually lost all his emotions.

It becomes a lifeless object devoid of any conditioned reflexes or stress responses.

Unable to bear the pain, their consciousness dissipated and their souls collapsed.

The body is still alive, but the heart is already dead.

The heart is still beating, but the soul is already dead.

The entire capital of Yan, including all the kings, generals, ministers, officials, nobles, and even the henchmen and villains who had committed crimes.

They all died tragically.

Their deaths were horrific, as if they had endured all the suffering in the world and finally become numb.

His eyes were vacant and his expression was numb, like a walking corpse.

Cause of death: Unable to bear the suffering of the people he had oppressed in the past, his soul collapsed and he died.

Some commoners and servants went to investigate in fear and found that their hearts were still beating slowly, but the people were already dead.

Because he was unresponsive to any external stimuli, and his breathing was weakening and his heart was slowing down, it was estimated that he would become a corpse in a little while.

(End of this chapter)