New and dark light years

Chapter 511 Only He Is Worthy to Brew Tea and Discuss the Dao with Me
The Di people rampaged through the city, and the people screamed in agony amidst pools of blood.

The imposing vermilion gates of wealthy families, usually so imposing and awe-inspiring, could not protect them.

The Di people simply rushed in, killing, raping, and robbing.

Or they might carry out a richly dressed woman, ignoring her punches and kicks, leeringly throw her onto a horse, tie her up, and then go to the next robbery.

Zhu Jing watched quietly, his composure far exceeding the furious expressions of the imperial guards around him.

Then he heard a creaking sound.

Turning his head, he saw the Imperial Guard Commander standing beside him, his eyes blazing with fury and his teeth clenched.

"Commander-in-Chief, are you very angry?" Zhu Jing looked at him and asked with a smile.

The Imperial Guard Commander immediately bowed his head, knelt down, and said, "Your Majesty, I dare not."

"Looking at the tragedy below, you don't even dare to be angry! Are you even human?" Zhu Jing asked coldly.

The commander of the Imperial Guards' eyes widened, and cold sweat poured down his back.

He had no idea how to answer such a question.

Zhu Jing looked at the other person quietly.

After a while, he suddenly laughed and said, "Look how scared you are... Get up."

After saying this, Zhu Jing walked down the city wall, and several eunuchs immediately followed behind him.

The Imperial Guard Commander stood up, supporting himself with his hands. He felt weak all over, and the feeling of walking on the edge of a cliff was extremely unpleasant.

Zhu Jing returned to his palace, dismissed most of the eunuchs, and left only one of his attendants.

He walked to the bed, lifted the bed board, and revealed a tunnel.

He then went inside, with his companion following him.

As you descend, every ten or so feet there is a fist-sized luminous pearl providing light.

Therefore, even without any source of fire, one can still see below.

After walking for a while, Zhu Jing arrived at the bottom, which was a huge underground space with talismans pasted all over the walls.

In the very center of the space, there stood a set of golden armor. But upon closer inspection, one would find that the armor was actually semi-transparent, seemingly formed from energy.

Zhu Jing turned his head and said, "Daban, can you watch the door for me?"

The old eunuch nodded, took two steps back, and looked towards the passageway.

Zhu Jing removed his imperial robes and walked naked before the golden armor.

This golden armor seemed to have its own consciousness, disintegrating on its own and then attaching itself to Zhu Jing's body.

In an instant, he transformed into a majestic, golden-armored deity.

At the same time, above the capital city, a colossal golden-armored deity stood up.

He looked around and finally gently pressed his finger against several Di people who were robbing and looting.

These Di people, along with several Qi people, were all crushed into powder in an instant.

At the same time, a wisp of blood energy rose to the surface.

The golden-armored deity took another breath, then shook his head helplessly.

Then he looked to his right, where a woman was floating in mid-air; it was none other than Xie Feng, who had taken over Yang Yourong's body.

The golden-armored deity's lips moved a few times.

Xie Feng can read lips.

The other party meant: Great-grandmother, what do you think of my method? Can it make you submit to me?
Xie Feng immediately felt a surge of malice in her heart, and she instantly transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the outskirts of the capital.

The golden-armored deity didn't care; he turned his gaze northward, toward the location of Fengqiu Pass.

Li Lin was sitting inside the city tower, resting with his eyes closed, when he suddenly felt a strange, sharp sensation coming towards him.

He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the city.

Unfortunately, his view was blocked by the wall, and he couldn't see anything.

He even went outside the city gate tower and looked in the direction of the capital.

Unfortunately, the distance was too great, and he still couldn't see anything strange about it.

All I knew was that something seemed to be watching me from there.

This is an intuition, not an actual experience.

Such stares made him uncomfortable, but fortunately, the 'feeling' didn't last long and soon disappeared.

Li Lin stood on the city wall, looked over there for a while, and then went back into the city tower to rest.

The Di people entered the city and burned, killed, and looted. They were not many in number, so for a city with a population of one million, it was not a major disaster.

Moreover, the Di people didn't know what was valuable; they only robbed gold, silver, and women.

As for true wealth...books are beneath my notice.

Fang Fengyi had his family's guardian deity stand in front of him, while the group opposite them consisted of more than a dozen Di people.

Two Di people have already fallen in pools of blood.

A group of Di people, dressed in tattered clothes but with fierce expressions, stood at the door, staring intently at him.

Fang Fengyi was terrified. He realized that he wasn't even this afraid when he was facing Zhu Jing.

Because he knew that Zhu Jing was somewhat reasonable and wouldn't kill people indiscriminately, but these Di people really were.

A dozen or so worshippers stood in front, followed by forty or so servants, holding sticks or clubs to bolster their courage.

Only then did he dare to stand at the back.

"Gentlemen, if you want money, we can give it to you, but please let us go," Fang Fengyi said calmly, cupping his hands slightly.

It's not that these few Di people could defeat Fang Fengyi and his retainers, but rather that Fang Fengyi was afraid the other side would lure in a large force.

A dozen or so Di people are easy to deal with, but thousands or tens of thousands of Di people... even the most powerful aristocratic families can't handle them.

The leader of the Di people glanced at Fang Fengyi with some disdain. He could sense the fear Fang Fengyi harbored towards him deep down; it was the intuition of a veteran of the battlefield.

But he also felt that the dozen or so martial artists in front of him were troublesome, and that he could really beat them to death.

Of course, they could call their comrades and companions over, but that would inevitably lead to them being ridiculed by their companions later on.

A man as strong as an eagle on the grasslands, dealing with a few weak Qi people, when will he need reinforcements!

"What can you give us?" the Di leader asked in broken Daqi dialect.

"One hundred taels of gold."

"not enough."

"This is the absolute bottom line we can offer," Fang Fengyi said.

"We need fewer women," the Di leader sneered. "We need beautiful ones."

Fang Fengyi looked at the blood that hadn't completely congealed on the Di people's hand blades, took a deep breath, and shouted to the people next to him, "Go and call Huamei, Xiaojuan, Yinping... all seven of them over."

Soon, several women were brought over.

They were anxious and huddled together.

"Sir, do you think this is suitable?"

All seven women were fairly good-looking, with Xiao Juan being the most beautiful.

The Di people had never seen such a delicate woman before. The women on the grasslands were all very strong, with faces as rough as sandpaper.

The group nodded in satisfaction.

The leader of the Di people said, "Let them come over."

"Go over there."

A group of servants pushed the women forward.

Even the most clueless women would realize what had happened by now.

Xiao Juan looked at Fang Fengyi in disbelief: "Husband..."

Fang Fengyi did not look at her.

Xiao Juan was pushed outside the door, along with a bundle, which was thrown out. There were muffled sounds coming from inside.

Two Di men stepped forward, opened the bundle, and found ten ingots of gold inside. They nodded in satisfaction. Each of them grabbed a woman around the waist, threw her onto the horse's back, and burst into excited laughter.

The Di leader walked to the pillar by the gate and slashed at it three times with his curved sword, leaving three seemingly regular marks.

"You are law-abiding citizens. With these three marks, no one else will come to rob you. Hahaha, let's go."

After saying this, the Di people mounted their horses and rode away.

Xiao Juan lay sprawled on the horse's back, watching the Fang residence disappear into the distance, her face filled with sorrow.

The Fang family's gate was closed.

It blocked out the cries and screams from outside.

The Di people kept their word, and indeed no more Di people came to bother them.

Fang Fengyi returned to the backyard and saw Old Master Fang drinking tea there. When he saw his son coming over, he smiled and nodded, saying, "Well done. Spending some money and concubines and servants, you were able to repel the enemy. You have quite the quick wit."

Fang Fengyi forced a smile.

Although he received praise from the old man, he didn't feel particularly happy.

The Di people's raids gradually ceased.

They only have a few thousand people; no matter how much they plunder, there's a limit.

Moreover... they have to get back to the north before the river thaws.

Because this cold wave is just a sudden event, the Central Plains will warm up in a few days, and then it will be almost impossible for them to leave.

The unique whistling of the Di people echoed throughout the capital.

This is the sign that they are about to gather and leave.

As they exited the city gate, the Di people ran into the Shun rebels who were entering the city.

Both sides hesitated for a moment, but in the end, they surprisingly agreed that one would enter the city through the left gate and the other would exit through the right gate.

All is well.

This scene was naturally witnessed by many important figures, who were furious and pounded their chests in frustration.

Why haven't these two damned enemies started fighting?

Emperor Zhu Jing naturally learned of this matter, and he was so angry that he swept everything on the table to the ground.

He let these people in with the intention of sacrificing some commoners and officials to make the two groups fight. If Li Lin were to get involved, it would be even better.

Unexpectedly, his grand plan failed.

This made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He was panting heavily, his face pale.

Daban immediately took a strengthening pill from the side and put it to Zhu Jing's mouth.

Zhu Jing swallowed it, and his complexion gradually improved.

"As expected of Fellow Daoist Li, my Zhu family is far inferior to you in alchemy."

When Li Lin was mentioned, Zhu Jing was not so hostile.

The attendant was puzzled and asked, "Your Majesty, why do you treat that scoundrel Li Lin differently?"

Although Zhu Jing severely belittled and insulted Li Lin in court, saying, "Li Lin's intentions are obvious to everyone."

But Da Ban stayed by his side the whole time and understood that Zhu Jing didn't hate Li Lin much; in fact, he admired him and treated him as an equal.

"Without cultivating spiritual energy, all living beings in the world are but ants." Zhu Jing smiled and said, "In this world, the only one who can discuss the Dao with me over tea is Li Lin. However, I cannot give him the throne so easily, since I still need the support of the world to provide me with spiritual energy resources."

Da Ban vaguely understood Zhu Jing's meaning.

In this world, only Li Lin is Zhu Jing's kindred spirit.

Da Ban asked, "Now that the Da Shun rebels have entered the city, what should we do?"

"Don't worry about them. They can't get into the palace. They'll leave after they've looted everything," Zhu Jing waved his hand dismissively.

The palace itself is a very strong military fortress, and with its stored grain, it could hold out for two or three years without any problem.

Daban did not speak again.

Zhang Zouzhi stood on the outer city wall, watching the Di army head north into the distance.

This time, the Di people plundered a great deal: gold, grain, and beautiful women.

But Zhang Zouzhi knew that the wealth of the capital was completely beyond the expectations of the Di people.

The Di people only stole the furs; the capital will now be under the control of the Shun army.

It's not impossible to storm the royal city.

Zhang Zouzhi took a deep breath and said, "Find a very beautiful woman with a great figure. She should be from a wealthy family, or she might be a ghost. Once you find her, bring her over properly. Don't harm her, understand?"

"Yes!"

The chieftains received their orders and left.

Next, tens of thousands of rebel troops burned, killed, and looted in the capital, while searching for a very beautiful woman.

Unlike the Di people who only looted furs, the rebels were "Da Qi people," and they knew all too well what was valuable in their compatriots' homes and whether there were any secret passages.

If the Di people's looting was like scraping off skin, then the Great Shun rebels' plundering was like cutting flesh and scraping bones.

Fang Fengyi was being held down by several rebel soldiers of the Shun Dynasty and forced to kneel on the ground, while his house was surrounded by at least 500 rebel soldiers.

After killing more than twenty rebel soldiers, the dozen or so retainers were riddled with bullets.

At this moment, Old Master Fang was lying on the ground, his face covered in blood.

A well-dressed man walked up to Old Master Fang and said, "I'll ask you one more time: where is the secret passage, and how do you open it?"

"There are no secret passages in my house."

“You can’t lie like that. You don’t have a single pretty woman in your family, only rough-looking peasant women. How could that be?”

"All the beautiful women have been taken by the Di people."

"Oh...that sounds reasonable. Do you know, there's a woman in the capital who's incredibly beautiful, has a fantastic figure, and might even be... a ghost..."

Grandpa Fang was taken aback: "You mean... Yang Guifei?"

"So it's Yang Guifei." The rebel leader nodded. "I've heard of her as the most beautiful woman in the world. She must be the one Your Majesty is looking for."

Then, the leader raised his knife, a flash of silver light, and Old Master Fang's head fell off.

"Father!" Fang Fengyi screamed, struggling desperately, but unable to move.

Then the leader approached Fang Fengyi and asked, "Where is your family's secret passage?"

"My house doesn't have a secret passage... Ah!"

Fang Fengyi let out a scream.

His left hand was cut off.

"Ask me one more time, where is your family's secret passage? Otherwise, the next cut will be your head."

Fang Fengyi's face was deathly pale, and the excruciating pain contorted his features: "Sir, my family really doesn't have any secret passages!"

"Hey, looks like a pretty boy, but I didn't expect him to be a real man. Fine, I'll give you a quick death."

As he spoke, the leader raised his sword.

Just then, a rebel messenger ran in and shouted, "Commander Fang, the King has ordered everyone to assemble in front of the palace gates."

The leader's eyes lit up: "Good, good, good, is the king finally going to sit on the dragon throne? Everyone, follow me."

The rebels quickly withdrew.

Fang Fengyi lay on her side on the ground, and due to massive blood loss, she finally couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

At this moment, Zhang Zouzhi arrived in front of the palace.

He looked at the majestic palace gates and city walls and took a deep breath.

That beautiful woman from last night, she should be in the palace, because she is Consort Rong.

The most beautiful woman in the world.

He didn't want to become emperor so soon, but if beauties are only fit for emperors, then it wouldn't hurt for him to become emperor.

(End of this chapter)