The Great Seminary

Chapter 300 Big Profits
After scaring Zhang Liuduo, Zhang Gui used the excuse of continuing to help the Zhang family of Pingyang solve their problems to appease his mother.

Instead of having to deal with the marriage of her cousin at home, she moved to Shanhai County in the northern border region of the Ming and Song dynasties on the second day of the Lunar New Year.

The large-scale migration of people continued.

After all that fuss, time flew by and it was already the thirteenth day of the first lunar month.

According to the agreement he had made with Zhen Ciyun long ago, he planned to rest in Zhihai Town for a day.

People rush to Jinling on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month to see the lanterns.

However, at noon, they sensed that Prince Zhen, who was far away on Fresh Velvet Island, was finally dying from exhaustion.

With the divine power that covered a quarter of the island, they sensed the extremely dim 'light of life' of this young prince.

The magnificent scene of their first meeting flashed through Zhang Gui's mind.

He gently shook his head and moved to Fresh Velvet Island.

Prince Zhen is in the "Xingzai" (行在) section.

The camp, which once boasted a million armored soldiers, could no longer even muster a hundred living men.

Starving to the point of being emaciated and unrecognizable as human, yet with eyes that shone terrifyingly bright, Prince Zhen staggered out of the large tent.

The eunuch Yan, who had served him closely for more than twenty years, seemed to want to help him up, but dared not.

Prince Zhen caught a glimpse of his hesitant expression and suddenly laughed.

"Xiao Yanzi, today is probably the last time I'll be sunbathing, so I really don't want to scold you."

But I don't want to die, a prince of the Ming-Song Empire and a direct descendant of the Vermilion Emperor, being helped to his death by a eunuch.

So please stop trying to help me walk, okay?

"Your Highness, you are blessed with good fortune and a long life. You will surely be able to turn danger into safety."

He was even thinner than Prince Zhen, but because his body was full of surging blood and qi, Eunuch Yan lowered his head and said softly.

However, he no longer intended to support Prince Zhen.

"Maybe in the next life."

In my next life, I will be blessed with great fortune and destiny, and I will become the emperor myself, while you will be the Grand Eunuch of the Inner Court and the Chief Eunuch in charge of writing.

Zhao Pujun was supposed to be the prime minister who "harmonized the yin and yang of the world"—no, he probably wouldn't want to be my prime minister in his next life.

You don't really want to be my chief eunuch anymore, do you?

"No, from the time I started serving Your Highness twenty-two years ago until now, and into the next life and the life after that, I have always wanted to be your chief eunuch."

Hearing Prince Zhen's increasingly faint breaths, Eunuch Yan trembled slightly and slowly knelt down.
"Mr. Zhao Pujun must think the same way."

"Really? That's good." Prince Zhen said happily upon hearing this, finally stepping into the bright sunlight.

He raised his face, mustered his last strength, and reached out to grab the sun in the sky.
"What a big, warm sun, but unfortunately for me in this life, in this life..."

Just then, a rain of arrows fell from the sky.

Originally, Eunuch Yan could have stopped it.

But he braced himself with his arms and did not rise, letting the arrow pierce through both Prince Zhen's and his kneeling bodies.

A faint smile appeared on his lips. "The Prince of the Ming-Song Empire, the direct descendant of the Vermilion Emperor, Prince Zhao Xian, did not die from being helped by eunuchs, nor did he starve to death."

Instead, he was shot and killed by enemy crossbows on the battlefield!

Now you should like it even more, Your Highness…”

Zhang Gui hid in a newly dug pit on the Ningrang Plain of Xianrong Island, using binoculars to observe a group of 'Baiyang Borqin' archer cavalry from the Yuanshan vassal state.

The car sped into the Prince Zhen's temporary camp amidst billowing dust and smoke.

When they came out, Prince Zhen's 'light of life' could no longer be sensed.

He murmured to himself, speechless with astonishment:

"That's really true, 'When fortune smiles, heaven and earth lend their strength; when luck turns, even heroes are powerless'!"
Although Prince Zhen, this "grandson" who was even more ambitious than his father, could not be called a hero.

But when he was at the height of his power, he was a regional leader with a million armored soldiers under his command. How could he have died so carelessly!

Suddenly, in front of the retreating Baiyang Borchin cavalry vanguard in the distance, appeared a figure with eight arms, extremely large and round earlobes, and a smiling, downcast gaze.

A naked body, displaying a huge, phantom image of an old man with fiery red skin.

With its blood-red maw wide open, it transforms from a 'compassionate' appearance to an 'angry' one.

This sudden change of expression seemed to carry a kind of extraordinary influence, so much so that even Zhang Gui, who was secretly watching, was startled.

Of course, it was just a startled moment.

But for the Baiyang Borqin cavalry, this kind of intimidation, which resembled a 'supernatural power,' was truly terrifying.

They were all trembling with fear.

Half of them fell off their horses before they could rein in.

At best, the fall results in head injuries and bleeding; at worst, bones are broken and limbs are severed, a truly horrific sight.

Then an even more terrifying scene unfolded.

The old man looked at the cavalryman who had been frightened by him, a sinister smile spreading across his face, and muttered:
"You're all scared, you're all scared!"

Amitabha Buddha, the world is terrifying; it's better to be reborn in a better realm.

Its mouth opened to more than ten times its original size, and with a sudden inhale, it swallowed over a thousand cavalrymen, along with their mounts, whole.

Then he disappeared without a trace.

The situation on Xianrong Island is characterized by a three-way power struggle between the Prince Zhen's court, the Yuanshan forces, and the Yingri army.

Now, the barely surviving Prince Zhen has finally been eliminated from the game.

The remaining Yuanshan forces were then brutally murdered by the Japanese, who openly cursed and killed the entire archer cavalry.

Zhang Gui had a vague feeling that the standoff on Xianrong Island had been forcibly delayed for years by some mysterious force.

It is very likely that the end will be accelerated by the direct intervention of that mysterious force.

But at this moment, nothing else matters.

After Prince Zhen's death, the "Xingzai" was destroyed.

Fresh Velvet Island's quarter of the power in the mysterious realm has lost its master.

Feeling the immense divine authority they wielded, they began to unconsciously assimilate and expand.

He lay prostrate in the pit, his eyes closed.

Unreservedly burning the flames of 'illusion and reality' to drive divine power, it swept over every corner of Fresh Velvet Island again and again, allowing divine power to 'sediment'.

When Zhang Gui's 'share' in the mysterious territory of Fresh Velvet Island increased from a little over a quarter to one-half.

He sensed the mysterious 'authority' left behind by the Prince of Zhen's forces, and through his own efforts, he had inherited most of it.

The rest were drawn by some kind of 'mysterious law' and naturally succumbed to the Yuanshan forces on Xianrong Island.
They divided the spoils with the other thirty or forty "buyers" who had purchased the imperial edicts regarding the ancestral territory of the "Hanli Four Clans".

The dust has settled.

I opened my eyes to find the sun setting.

Zhang Gui thought to himself with delight:

"I made a profit. I was able to take advantage of someone who was not paying attention. It turned out that I got the biggest advantage."

As the old saying goes, it's easy to invite a god, but difficult to send him away.

As the patriarch of the Hanli Kingdom, King Zhen devoted millions of manpower and countless resources to upholding the Hanli Shen Clan's rule.

Only then did they gain a quarter of the power over Fresh Velvet Island through a mysterious means.

Although all of this was 'unintentional,' it is extremely difficult to erase it.

"To kill them all is the most decisive, direct, and effective method, without any lingering consequences."

(End of this chapter)