Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 165 Brother Ma, I'm Here
The local gentry killed his entire family...

Killing the entire family would be blasphemous to the immortals, akin to heinous rebellion. The fact that the immortals didn't exterminate the entire clan is already an act of mercy.

In short, immediately afterward, the entire family of the villager Huan, numbering in the dozens, were taken outside the city gate and shot at.

The gentry were completely dumbfounded.

This is no immortal, he's clearly a demon. Compared to him, Ma Ge is a wise and benevolent ruler. So, many gentry in the city took advantage of the chaos to flee. As for their property, it would have been confiscated even if they hadn't fled. As long as they survived, they could always rebuild. If they could join the wise and benevolent ruler, they would still have a chance to become superior people in the future.

After all, the official titles and honors bestowed upon them were granted by the Qing Dynasty, which these demons do not acknowledge. As long as one has official titles and honors, there is an opportunity to become an official.

They fled directly to Weihui Prefecture, and then went to the prefectural government office to lament their tragic experiences.

The gentry of Weihui, who had been considering whether to welcome the heavenly soldiers, immediately calmed down.

This tastes wrong!
Welcoming the heavenly soldiers is based on the premise that they can provide them with what they want.

When our Great Qing Dynasty entered the Central Plains, it recognized the achievements of the Ming Dynasty.

You're denying it now?

If they don't recognize our academic achievements, it means we'll lose our qualifications to be officials and our tax exemption privileges, not to mention having to pay money. If they do that, they can't be heavenly soldiers; they can only be demons.

So the gentry of Weihui immediately became loyalists of the Great Qing Dynasty, and followed the prefect to prepare for defense. Some even started to organize militias in their haste. This was because General Huaiqing's troops had previously besieged Kaifeng, but collapsed in a battle outside the city. They had scattered and had not yet been regrouped, so even the Green Standard Army was gone. If they did not quickly organize militias and just waited for the imperial reinforcements to arrive, the gentry would probably be dead by then.

I can't worry about anything else right now.

Since he was a loyal subject of the Qing Dynasty, he should naturally take the initiative to share the burdens of his master and there was no need to wait for the emperor's decree.

The tragic plight of the Fengqiu gentry was soon reported to Ma Ge. Ma Ge, who was at a loss because of the annihilation of Yan Xin's army, immediately seized this lifeline. He quickly issued an edict to pardon the gentry for the crime of having their hair cut off by the sorcerer...

They certainly couldn't say they cut it themselves.

They were captured by that sorcerer before they could leave because the royal army was defeated too quickly. Then, the sorcerer cruelly cut off their queues. They were persecuted, and the old villagers who refused to submit had their entire families killed. In short, the sorcerer cut off their queues. They cried uncontrollably at the time, shouting that they had no face to see their ancestors without their queues!
Fortunately, the Emperor is wise.

Upon learning of their tragic experiences, he not only pardoned them but also rewarded them with silver.

That old village official received an even greater honor.

He was posthumously awarded the title of Minister of Rites and the posthumous name of Zhongjie (忠节).
Anyway, his whole family is gone, so it's just a matter of saying a few nice words.

Furthermore, they were summoned by Ma Ge, essentially escorted north by soldiers, who then proceeded to complain to the gentry along the way about the demon's wickedness, even fabricating a series of terrifying stories about Yang Feng's actions: cannibalism, sleeping with hundreds of women at night, a fondness for children, etc.—in short, perfectly fitting the image of a demon. They even discovered what kind of spirit he was: the reincarnation of Huang Chao. Wasn't Huang Chao dead in Tiger Wolf Valley of Mount Tai? His ghost had been suppressed on Mount Tai, but since the Song Dynasty, Mount Tai hadn't held a Fengshan ceremony for seven hundred years, inevitably weakening its spiritual energy. Thus, his seal broke, and he escaped to cause chaos.

Therefore, it was only natural for Brother Ma to announce that he would perform the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai after dealing with the demon.

Of course, this is just a show.

Even the claim that Yang Feng was a reincarnation of Huang Chao was fabricated and told to them.

For Ma Ge, what he feared most right now was not Yang Feng's advance. In his view, a legion of a few thousand men could not possibly march straight to the capital. With insufficient troops and logistical problems to solve, how could they possibly actually reach the capital? He was an expert in military affairs, and such an absurd thing was completely impossible.

unless……

Unless the gentry of Beizhili defect.

That would be a real problem. When the time comes, it won't be four thousand troops besieging the capital, but a massive army of four hundred thousand waiting to make a name for themselves for their new master.

The most vicious bite comes from betrayal.

To his surprise, this demon seemed completely ignorant of politics, utterly clueless about winning over the gentry, and even refused to acknowledge their achievements, let alone confiscate their land. This was no different from banditry, and perhaps even worse. As a result, the gentry had no choice but to continue following the Qing Dynasty, since their achievements and land were protected by the Qing, which meant they would not defect.

Then there's no need to worry about demons storming the capital...

Beijing.

The demons have arrived.

Amidst the swirling snowflakes, everyone gazed in terror at the sky above Zhengyang Gate.

There, a figure clad in golden armor, with golden wings spread on his back, wielding a halberd and a sword hanging at his waist, floated silently beneath the dark clouds. A golden halo surrounded him, while in his other hand he held something that emitted a blinding white light.

He hovered there quietly, silently watching the palace in front of him.

In the snow-covered city streets, people are pouring out and watching him together.

Whether it's the inner city or the outer city.

Even the imperial palace.

Almost everyone in the city rushed out and stood together on the snow-covered streets, staring at the figure with horrified eyes.

They certainly knew who it was.

This monster, which destroyed the Qing Dynasty's golden age in less than three months, is now a nightmare hanging over more than half the city's population. The rest are naturally gloating, so the vast majority of those in the outer city are currently gloating. Yanxin's supposedly 200,000-strong army was annihilated in the Battle of Kaifeng, and of the 10,000 Eight Banner warriors he led, less than 4,000 escaped to Luoyang. He himself and over 2,000 elite Manchu Eight Banner soldiers all became corpses lying on the banks of the Yellow River.

And the family members of these deceased were all in this crowd at that moment.

But they could only watch in terror, not even daring to avenge their loved ones.

The golden figure perched high above Zhengyang Gate signifies that all those legends about him are true.

These are not those fake sorcerers.

This is real.

Fake ones are easy to deal with; you can just go up and chop them up with knives. But with real ones, you can only watch in horror.

The capital city was silent in the snow.

Amidst the gaze of hundreds of thousands, the figure slowly descended and landed on the Zhengyangmen city tower. The object radiating light in his hand suddenly flew out, instantly crashing into the lintel of the Daqingmen gate opposite, before bouncing back into his hand.

"How dare the Tartars claim to be great?"

he sneered.

The lintel of the Great Qing Gate had shattered, falling like a crushed biscuit, revealing the original three characters of the Great Ming Gate. The soldiers who had been on guard below quickly covered their heads and hid. The gate had simply been repainted over, covering the original Great Ming Gate before the Great Qing Gate was carved. As for what Yang Feng threw out, it was the Imperial Seal of the State. He had discovered that even without opening it, it could be used; its power was like a power bank—he could inject his soul energy into it and control it…

Of course, for now it's limited to hitting people.

Moreover, the power of the smash varies depending on the amount of soul energy injected, and he can even control the effect of the smash.

However, it's impossible for Yang Feng's soul energy to collapse the city wall at present. After all, he still needs to show off, and the wings on his back are maintained by soul energy. Right now, all he can inject into them is smash a few people.

Fortunately, he was only using it to show off. Even so, the Qing troops opposite him remained calm, and more Qing troops arrived at the same time. They quickly formed ranks outside the Daming Gate, adopting a posture of defending to the death. Even a general arrived soon after, but he still did not order an attack. Not only did he not order an attack, he also withdrew the Qing troops from the Zhengyang Gate city wall, and at the same time drove away the nearby ironwood crops, completely clearing the area, leaving only a dense formation of soldiers in front of the Daming Gate.

It's obvious that Ma Ge is going to give up.

The soldiers' obstruction was pointless; Yang Feng was flying, not walking through the city gate.

Just then, from inside the opposite Chengtian Gate, a large group of guards escorted a young man who rushed out, wearing a dark blue dragon robe representing a prince.

They rushed out of the Daming Gate and then stopped.

The guards quickly dismounted and took off their muskets one by one.

That young man...

Actually, he's not that young.

They must be in their thirties or forties by now.

After dismounting, he angrily berated the soldiers gathered in front of the Daming Gate, clearly dissatisfied with their lack of resistance. The leading general knelt on the ground, kowtowing and explaining, but the young man kicked him over. He then took a long spear that was clearly a revolver from a guard and stood there aiming at Yang Feng.

The general was clearly sensible; he was so frightened that he quickly stood up and lunged at him to try to stop him, but was kicked away again.

Then he continued aiming.

But it's just aiming.

The general quickly got up to stop him again, but was kicked down once more.

"Is it so hard to pull the trigger? Acting like this, who are you trying to fool?"

Yang Feng said contemptuously.

The young man, holding the gun, looked embarrassed.

"You wicked man, how dare you disturb Father Emperor! Today I will take your life!"

He adopted a posture of being both loyal and filial, and then angrily retorted.

"Then shoot! I'm standing right here, are you scared?"

Yang Feng said.

This guy must know his abilities and knows he shouldn't provoke him into a rage.

In fact, Yang Feng had always played the role of a detached figure, rarely interfering in the wars of mortals, at most occasionally showing off on the battlefield to boost morale. After all, he was a deity, and it was too much for a deity to fight mortals; he had a status, and killing these mortals would defile his hands, but provoking him would be a sign of divine wrath. But the problem was that he couldn't remain indifferent now that he had bullied them to their doorstep. Even Ma Ge had his dignity; a prince, out of filial piety, would rise up in anger upon hearing the news and go to war—that was enough.

After all, Brother Ma has many sons and doesn't care about the losses.

It's like Brother Ma got angry in a fit of rage.

But it's obvious that his son isn't stupid either, taking a musket and shooting at a demon that even the Great General Chengwu Yonggu's cannon couldn't budge.
He just wanted to impress his father; he didn't want to die.

"You don't dare, but I do."

Yang Feng said.

The Imperial Seal flew out instantly in the next moment. Before the prince could react, the white light was already in front of his chest. He instinctively looked down at the Imperial Seal, which had suddenly stopped in front of his chest. The seal hovered there, its light suddenly intensifying. He looked up at Yang Feng in horror, but at the same time, his body suddenly exploded, like a spray of mud. His entire body turned into a spray of flesh and blood that splattered onto the Great Ming Gate, leaving no trace of the person who had once been alive.

"Prince Cheng!"

The general let out a terrified scream.

Okay, this is Ma Ge's third son, Yin Zhi.

"Quickly, kill this sorcerer."

The general then roared.

Then all the soldiers, along with the guards, rushed towards the horse track like madmen.

They have no choice but to die in battle now. If one of their princes dies, the only thing they will do if they live is to have their entire family beheaded.

Yang Feng sneered, and at the same time, the Imperial Seal of the State slammed into the Qing army. This thing was controlled by his mind; wherever he wanted it to crash into, it crashed into; however he wanted it to eliminate its target, it eliminated it in any way it wanted—it could directly decompose it into flesh and blood, dismember it, or even penetrate it. It was like a glowing sprite, tumbling through the Qing soldiers charging towards the horse path, and those it struck turned into splattered flesh and blood, becoming scattered limbs and broken bodies.

Puffs of blood mist exploded amidst the swirling snow, turning the Zhengyang Gate into a blood-red mess in the blink of an eye. Only one guard remained standing motionless in the crimson, a knife in his hand.

It felt as if my soul had been ripped away.

“Go tell Ma Zi that I have come here only to seek justice for the wronged souls of Yangzhou from back then, so as long as he hands over all of Dorgon’s descendants, regardless of gender, I can leave.”

I've said it before, killing you would soil my hands, killing you is the duty of the heavenly soldiers.

But Dodo accepted 300,000 taels of silver from the people of Yangzhou and still massacred the city. Now the wronged souls of Yangzhou are coming to me to seek justice for them.

I gave him half an hour. If he didn't hand over all of Dorgon's descendants, regardless of age or gender, including his daughters and granddaughters, after half an hour, this thing would continue killing in this city. Furthermore, if he lied to me, it would continue killing until everyone was wiped out. Tell him, I am a god, and mortals are like ants to me. Your lives are as insignificant as ants in my eyes. If necessary, I will ensure that not a single person remains alive here, including him.

After handing these people over, they were put into a prison cart and sent to Kaifeng.

Yang Feng landed in front of him and said.

Of course, he only came to destroy Magistrate's authority. If Magistrate complied, the authority established by the emperor over fifty years would be completely destroyed.

But what if Mago doesn't do as he's told...

He will.

After all, if they didn't follow the Qing Dynasty's example, the dynasty would be finished.

This city is home to most of the die-hard farmers, and a smart man like him wouldn't make the wrong choice between being beaten to a pulp and being drained of blood.

The guard stared blankly at Yang Feng.

"what……"

The guy screamed like a madman, then turned around and ran wildly toward the palace without hesitation.

Yang Feng stood there and looked at the loyal followers who were watching him tremblingly in the distance. He pointed his finger, and the Imperial Seal of the State suddenly flew over. The loyal followers screamed in terror and fled in all directions, even pushing and trampling their companions.

Of course, the Imperial Seal of the State merely flew over their heads.

(End of this chapter)