Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 508, upon its release, immediately killed a 600-mile urgent messenger—the entire clan is in danger!
"It really is a traffic light!"

"We've already exited the green and yellow doors, all that's left is the red door."

He habitually opens the portal to another world, preparing to assume different identities.

Looking at the new buildings radiating a dazzling red glow, Lin Dao felt a sense of relief.

At first, there was a green light portal, and then a yellow light portal appeared.

Lin Dao had previously thought that this was similar to a traffic light, and that there might be a red-light time portal in the future.

Sure enough, after resting for a while after returning from the end of the Qin Dynasty, a red light appeared when they set off again.

The green light comes with no explanation, just like a green light means you can do whatever you want.

'Whether it's the Western Sea—cough—the revival of the Han Dynasty, being a lazy bum, becoming an ambitious schemer, or even joining the barbarians, it's all acceptable.'

The green light portal signifies unbridled freedom and recklessness.

Lin Dao didn't rush forward, but instead carefully summarized his deductions.

The yellow portal that followed began to display hints and conditions.

'Starting to restrict faction selection.'

'I haven't yet experienced the consequences of not following the instructions.'

'Now, the red light is coming.'

He took a breath and stepped forward.

Several lines of red regular script characters floated slowly in front of the red light portal.

Fate has been cruel, and all I see is regret.

The carefree and unrestrained Great Sage truly desires to seek Buddhahood.

'Many of the Liangshan heroes wished they could kill their leader.'

The romance of Shu Han and the integrity of Cao Wei were utterly outmatched by the shamelessness of the Sima clan.

A divine herb fell from the heavens, destined for a life of luxury, but was tragically killed by a scumbag.

'Rewrite your destiny, make up for your regrets~'

Standing before the portal, Lin Dao frowned and stroked his chin. "This topic seems so familiar."

After thinking for a moment, he took a few steps back, took out his phone, and started downloading.

Download complete. I took a batch of medicines and headed to the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

In this space and time, large-scale immigration and development of the Southeast Asian archipelago is underway.

The local natives were not a threat, but rather free cattle and horses.

The real threat comes from tropical diseases such as malaria.

Lin Dao brought effective medicines and pesticides such as dichlorvos to kill transmission routes, using the power of technology to develop Southeast Asia.

After finishing his business, Lin Dao took out his phone and began reading the books he had downloaded.

To be honest, I really can't get into the original classical Chinese novels.

He forced himself to read it for several days before finally finishing it.

Having made preparations, Lin Dao stepped into the red-light space-time portal.

My vision went black for a moment, then brightened again.

Before he could even look around, he saw a horse charging rapidly toward him.

They were extremely close, only a dozen steps apart, and could collide in the blink of an eye.

Lin Dao subconsciously took a step back and raised the assault rifle in his hand.

'Bang bang bang! '

Amidst a burst of gunfire, the horses that had been charging forward were riddled with bullets and collapsed to the ground, rolling around.

Lin Dao, who had stepped aside, habitually fired follow-up shots until he emptied his magazine.

The crisp sound of emptying the magazine made him exhale.

This is the first time I've encountered danger right from the start.

He changed the magazine and stepped forward to inspect it.

The horse in question is a strong, healthy horse, intended for riding, not for pack animals.

As for those who fall off their horses~
His neck was twisted, clearly indicating that he had died on the spot from the fall.

The man was dressed in black, but had a yellow flag tied around his waist.

Lin Dao frowned slightly. This knight's attire looked more like that of a courier.
He stepped forward, reached out, and tore down the yellow flag. The flag was embroidered with the words "Urgent 600-li dispatch, those who block the way shall be executed."

"Courier".

"A courier who delivers urgent military intelligence over a distance of 600 li."

"How could such a thing happen!"

Unpacking the package on the courier's body, they found it was indeed a special book bag.

Inside the bag was a letter sealed with clay.

There is also a wooden plaque with vermilion lacquer and gold lettering.

Lin Dao recognized this thing; he had received it himself.

"There is a gold plaque, but no urgent dispatch."

"In other words, it's after the Tang Dynasty~"

"However, I remember that during the Taiping Rebellion, the Qing government also resumed using feathered proclamations."

Lin Dao looked ashamed.

In any case, the courier in this job died because of himself.

And~
"It shouldn't be the Hun Dynasty."

"This urgent military situation concerns countless lives. I'll finish the work you haven't done."

He reached out and took out the courier's identification tag.

"Hu Youtian?"

“If you have family, I will send you money.”

After saying this, he sent the courier and the horse to Yonghe Time and Space for temporary storage.

He's not the kind of person who can turn all the people in the city into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

Of course, if the courier has a queue, then nothing should be mentioned.

Lin Dao retrieved his off-road motorcycle and sped along the official road in the direction the postman had gone.

Upon arriving at the next post station, he put on his mask and went inside.

"Hiss~~~"

The post station staff gasped when they saw Lin Dao, dressed in full armor, enter.

When they saw him, Lin Dao vanished in a flash. When he reappeared, he was accompanied by a horse and the corpse of a postman. They were so shocked that they couldn't clench their sphincter muscles.

The first question Lin asked was...

"Are there any notorious bandits within a hundred miles of this place who are ravaging the people?"

The courier, slumped on the ground, stammered for a long time before finally managing to speak.

"She~Sheyang Lake~There is a band of pirates in Sheyang Lake who rob merchants, kill, and harass villages, committing numerous atrocities~"

"Alright!" Lin Dao said in a deep voice, "I am the chief of the Sheyang Lake stronghold, known in the martial arts world as Wei Xiaobao, the River-River Dragon!"

"One person does the work and one person is responsible."

"I killed this courier; the court can come looking for me!"

"By the way, all the water fortresses and mountain strongholds within a hundred miles have sworn an oath of blood, vowing to overthrow the imperial court and restore the dynasty!"

"Ahem~" Lin Dao asked again, "What dynasty is it now?"

The couriers looked at him as if he were a madman.
He swallowed hard and replied softly, "Now it's the Great Zhou Dynasty~"

"Great Zhou?" Lin Dao was stunned. Was there such a Great Zhou in history?

Could it be the Wu Zhou dynasty?

However, the architecture of this post station and the clothes of the postmen were not from the Tang Dynasty at all.

"Forget it." Lin Dao waved his hand. "We swear to restore the former dynasty."

"If the imperial court wants to investigate, they can just come looking for us heroes."

"We will ensure that the imperial army never returns."

Throughout history, every dynasty has imposed extremely severe punishments for intercepting urgent messages delivered over a distance of 600 li.

Those who attempted to intercept the assassins were executed by slow slicing, and their relatives and nine generations of family members were also implicated.

Even if you are an orphan, the imperial court can help you find your entire family!
Lin Dao is not afraid of the ancient imperial court, unless someone in the court is cultivating immortality.

It was also a way of helping the local people by eliminating those bandits.

If he were to leave without a word, it would likely cause great suffering to the local people, and there would be a huge risk of innocent people being killed and others taking credit for him.

Leaving that aside, Lin Dao took out two enormous silver ingots.

He frequently used silver throughout the myriad realms.

The reason is that silver has always been a hard currency in all times and spaces.

Moreover, there are diverse acquisition channels, and the acquisition price in the modern world is cheap.

"Here is fifty taels."

He tossed a silver ingot to the courier, saying, "Give him a proper burial, and keep the rest as your reward for your hard work."

"I'm talking about a proper burial, do you understand?"

The courier nodded repeatedly, their previous fear turning into joy.

No matter how lavish the burial, fifty taels of silver would be more than enough.

You should know that in Yangzhou Prefecture, even the best paddy fields only cost a few taels of silver per mu.

With a lavish funeral, they can get a considerable share.

Of course, they would only dare to bury him after the imperial court had made its final decision.

Lin Dao tossed another silver ingot over.

“These fifty taels are for his family.”

"Once the matter is settled, this matter is considered closed."

"If you don't do a good job, you'll have received your share of the money but haven't accomplished anything."

"You should know my supernatural powers; I will ensure you die without a burial place!"

He immediately displayed his supernatural powers upon arrival.

They disappeared and then suddenly reappeared, bringing with them the corpse of the courier and the horses.

The couriers were naturally terrified of this supernatural power.

Finally, Lin Dao tossed the yellow flag and the bag containing urgent letters to the couriers.

"Send it out quickly!"

"As for how to report it, that's up to you."

After saying that, Lin Dao turned and left.

After a long while, the couriers finally came to their senses and gathered together to discuss the matter.

"This silver is burning hot!"

"Intercepting and killing the post station workers will surely enrage the imperial court, and then..."

"What does this have to do with us? This was clearly done by Wei Xiaobao, the chief of Sheyang Lake, the leader of the anti-Zhou rebel alliance, and the dragon of the lake."

"Do you really believe the imperial court?"

"Whether the court believes it or not is not important. What's important is that we can find a foothold. Consider those river pirates and bandits as unlucky."

"Quickly, send the urgent letter out immediately."

"Report this matter immediately."

"Also, go to the coffin shop and get a good coffin."

"Let's invite some eminent monks and Taoist priests to perform rituals."

The Grand Canal, Jieshou Town Wharf.

Since the Grand Canal was built, both banks of the river have become increasingly prosperous as a result of the canal.

Furthermore, with the rise of the Grand Canal, the livelihoods of millions of canal workers depended on it, making the area extremely bustling.

The Jieshou Town Wharf gradually developed into a bustling market due to the numerous ships coming and going from the north and south.

Various shops lined the streets, with three-story buildings and two-story houses, and gambling dens and gambling halls were everywhere.

Having changed his clothes, Lin Dao walked along the bustling street, searching for a bookstore.

Unexpectedly, when they passed by a brothel, a conflict broke out inside, and the fight spread all the way to the street.

A dozen or so short-sleeved men, armed with sticks and other weapons, were seen beating up several unfortunate men who were clearly from out of town.

Lin Dao glanced at it briefly, then stopped paying attention and continued walking.

What good people could possibly be involved in a fight like this?

The men being beaten were perhaps driven to desperation. The richly dressed young man at the head of the group roared angrily despite the blows.

"I am Jia Lian, a member of the Rongguo Mansion in the capital!"

"Are you all tired of living?!"

These words immediately caused an uproar among the surrounding crowd.

Lin Dao also suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"What Rongguo Mansion or Huaguo Mansion~"

A young man in brocade robes, his face pale, his eyes cloudy, and his eye bags deep, staggered out of the building, his face pale from the effects of wine and women.

The young man in brocade robes raised an eyebrow as he shook the fan in his hand.

"Dare to mess with us, the Canal Gang, and we'll beat you all to death!"

"Hit me!"

The man who called himself Jia Lian, seeing that things were not going well, turned around and ran towards the dock.

But after taking only two steps, a tall, imposing young man with an extraordinary appearance suddenly appeared before him.

"Young Master Jia, please do not be alarmed."

"These thugs who commit violence in the street, let me deal with them!"

(End of this chapter)