Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 310 Ascending the throne

The matter was far from over after the emperor was killed.

Zhao Liulang sat atop the collapsed city wall, looking down at the chaotic crowd below.

There, some soldiers were quickly assembling into an army, and some of them seemed to have cultivated a special eye technique, as they spotted Zhao Liulang sitting by the city wall at a glance.

One of the men, who appeared to be a general, pointed his knife at him and seemed to be shouting something. The soldiers next to the general also raised their arms and shouted, and rushed towards him.

"Everyone grab a weapon; we'll probably have to kill a few more people next."

Zhao Liulang laughed heartily, stood up, faced the soldiers below, and charged straight down.

He had no intention of seeking out those so-called subordinates outside; after the emperor's death, these soldiers posed no threat to him.

The moment the two groups clashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Anyone who stood in Zhao Liulang's way was torn to pieces by him, and the blows spread from the high point of the palace to the streets of the imperial city, leaving blood, entrails and pieces of flesh covering the stone pavement.

When they got hungry from fighting, they would grab a few pieces of braised meat from a roadside shop; when they got thirsty from fighting, they would take a pot of wine from a brothel filled with the fragrance of rouge and flowers.

The evening glow lingers in the sky, casting a dazzling light, while the sun and moon in the distance change with time.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the moon hung high in the sky, and after the moon set, as the rising sun tore through the darkness, the remaining soldiers in the city were finally driven out.

Wiping the blood from his cheek, Zhao Liulang looked around and saw that the ground was littered with mutilated corpses. In the distance, he could faintly hear sobbing from the houses; those were the girls who had been captured.

Zhao Liulang did not understand why they were crying. Was it because they had been captured by soldiers, or because they were shocked by the tragic scene on the street?

Even though the place was already littered with corpses and rivers of blood, Zhao Liulang did not wipe out all the soldiers and bandits in the city.

After all, those soldiers weren't fools. Seeing that they were outmatched, how could those who were used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong fight with all their might?
Those who charged were all killed, and the rest naturally fled in panic.

Zhao Liulang squatted down, casually picked up a human head from the ground, held it in his hand and examined it for a moment, then thought back.

This appeared to be the first enemy general to charge at him, who was roaring as he charged:
"The throne is mine!"

Then his body was blasted to pieces.

Zhao Liulang couldn't figure it out either. Was this guy blinded by the throne, or was he just not very bright to begin with? But when he thought about the fact that he was following Emperor Dayan, he suddenly understood.

"What a pity, with your limited skills you can't become an emperor." Zhao Liulang muttered, casually tossing the head to the ground beside him. Watching it roll around, he began to rub his temples.

Although they had captured Dayan, the entire city remained a troublesome problem for Zhao Liulang.

This area is really difficult to govern.

The ordinary people in the city have been slaughtered, and those who remain are mostly scoundrels who cater to the emperor's tastes.

Ironically, the easiest to control in the city were the singers and dancers who had been captured.

They were arrested anyway, so it doesn't matter who takes care of them.

"Master, what should I do next?" Zhao Liulang turned to look at Lin Jiang and asked.

Lin Jiang shook his head and said, "I don't know anything about governing a country either. You should ask the people around you more."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yunian instinctively straightened his chest.

Zhao Liulang seemed not to see him, and turned his head straight to look at Xiao Jiaozi:

"Little Dumpling, what do you think?"

The little dumpling pointed to her forehead: "Me? I can't even read many words, and you're asking me what to do?"

Wang Yunian paced back and forth.

Zhao Liulang sighed:
"Sigh, isn't there anyone suitable to use?"

Wang Yunian couldn't hold back any longer and coughed lightly twice.

Zhao Liulang then turned his head curiously to look at Wang Yunian:

"Is your throat sore?"

Wang Yunian: "..."

However, he quickly composed himself, brushed his sparse hair aside, and put on a confident smile: "I have been well-versed in classical texts since childhood, so you can ask me any questions you may have."

That look was slightly narcissistic.

Lin Jiang then realized that the future bald-headed national advisor had such a stage.

Zhao Liulang was taken aback upon hearing this. After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly exclaimed in alarm:

"Oh, right. How could I forget about you?"

Wang Yunian's smile instantly froze on his face.

"You want to be the emperor?" Zhao Liulang asked curiously again.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yunian shook his head immediately:

"That's boring. I don't want to be an emperor. I love being a teacher and I enjoy giving lectures."

What's the point of lecturing to people?

“That’s interesting,” Wang Yunian laughed. “It’s really interesting to tell everything you know and think, even if the other party can’t understand or learn it. It’s like showing off your vast knowledge.”

“You’re quite direct,” Little Dumpling muttered. “Even if an ordinary person really likes to teach, they would probably just say that they are actually doing it to spread knowledge.”

"People live their lives for nothing more than showing off and vanity." Wang Yunian didn't care at all. "I'm just showing off my vast knowledge."

“I really don’t understand.” Zhao Liulang shook his head vigorously. “I hate it most when people lecture me.”

Having said that, he glanced in Lin Jiang's direction before adding:
"Of course, except for my master."

After a brief pause, Zhao Liulang smiled and made the arrangements:

“Then I’ll be the emperor, and you, Little Dumpling, will be the chief steward, or a proper eunuch. Wang Shusheng… since you enjoy lecturing, you can be a teacher, a mentor, that would be perfect.”

Teaching only one person would be rather boring.

“Then go and teach a nation’s people, and become its national teacher.”

Wang Yunian nodded with a smile in agreement.

Zhao Liulang then bowed to Wang Yunian in a solemn manner:
"Imperial Preceptor, what should I do next?"

"Next... let's find some capable people." "Sigh, that's easy to say. Where are there any capable people in this place these days?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yunian chuckled.
“I do know a few friends who might be able to lend you a hand.”

……

Wang Yunian temporarily left the city.

Before Zhao Liulang could find a suitable place to rest, a commotion suddenly arose outside the city. He took Xiaojiaozi to investigate and found that it was his former subordinates who had left him earlier.

"Why did they come?" Little Dumpling asked, frowning.

"They probably saw the palace fly into the sky."

Several former generals of Da Yan, who were at the front of the procession, stepped into the city. Seeing the corpses scattered all over the ground and the palaces in the distance that had been blasted apart, they were all filled with horror.

"You killed the emperor?"

"After some twists and turns, it's finally over."

Zhao Liulang's gaze swept across the crowd as he silently counted the number of generals.

"Thank you so much! You are truly a hero to our Dayan!" Several people, beaming with joy, immediately grasped Zhao Liulang's hand: "We must hold a grand banquet to entertain our hero!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Liulang gave a light snort.

He could easily tell that this group of people clearly wanted to treat him as an outsider from Da Yan.

“No need for such formalities,” Zhao Liulang said, looking around. “Please come with me to the palace, where we will discuss important matters.”

Having said that, he took the lead alone. The other generals hesitated slightly upon hearing this, but still silently followed.

Before long, the group arrived at the palace. Zhao Liulang walked to the throne, but did not ascend it; he merely glanced at the people behind him.

"Gentlemen, what do you think we should do next?"

No sooner had the words been spoken than an elderly general stepped forward:

"Next, we will find the old emperor's son and invite him to ascend the throne and succeed Dayan. At that time, you will also be granted a title and become the new general of Dayan."

"Is that so?" Zhao Liulang walked straight up to the throne and leaned against it.

He coldly surveyed the generals below:
"Next, there will be no more Da Yan in the world."

"There is only one new dynasty."

"Daxing".

Zhao Liulang's words caused an uproar among the surrounding crowd.

The young people from remote towns didn't care, after all, for them, Dayan and Daxing were irrelevant, just different names.

But Da Yan's former generals clearly found it hard to accept; the old man who had spoken earlier turned red in the face.

"You! You too are plotting to usurp the throne! You bastard!"

Zhao Liulang sneered:

"You accomplished nothing during the siege, and now you're blaming me, telling me to find that now-missing heir of the former emperor. Hmph! If he had fought alongside me back then, he might still be sitting on this throne. Now, he can go cool off somewhere else!"

"You traitor who brings disaster to the country and its people! You have seized the very foundation of Dayan! How can the people of Dayan possibly submit to you! Moreover, your actions are no different from those of a usurper!"

The old man was also anxious. He was clearly a beneficiary of the old emperor's lineage, yet he had not made any contribution this time. If Zhao Liulang truly ascended the throne, all his glory and power would surely vanish.

Zhao Liulang shook his head slightly and turned to look at Lin Jiang:

"Master, what do you think I should do?"

Lin Jiang turned to the generals in front of him.

A calamity-like aura has begun to emerge within their bodies.

It seems that the enemies who evoked strong emotions in Zhao Liulang during this memory will become the vessels that bear calamity.

"I think it's better to kill them all," Lin Jiang said.

Zhao Liulang sighed helplessly:
"Pity."

As soon as he finished speaking, he instantly appeared in front of the old man he had been talking to and suddenly threw a punch.

The old man's upper body immediately turned into smoke and dissipated.

The surrounding generals were stunned by the sudden attack. Some quickly drew their weapons to fight back, while others hurriedly turned and fled.

Of course, a few people also stepped forward with knives and stood beside Zhao Liulang.

The palace descended into chaos once more, but this time Zhao Liulang made his move with far greater ease, killing most of the generals in just a few moves.

Of course, a small number of them were quick on their feet and had already fled without a trace.

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, Zhao Liulang remained indifferent and showed no emotion.

These people contributed almost nothing when he attacked the city, but after his victory, they came out to try to take a share of the spoils. Zhao Liulang decided that they should all be executed.

As for the remaining survivors who escaped, Zhao Liulang didn't care much.

There are many potential threats lurking around the city; one more or one less won't make a difference.

When soldiers come, we will block them; when water comes, we will dam it. We will annihilate them all.

Witnessing this scene, Lin Jiang roughly understood why Zhao Liulang would later be called a tyrant.

He certainly has a decisive and ruthless personality.

As he was pondering this, Lin Jiang noticed that the old man he was controlling coughed twice.

Looking down, I saw the old man covering his mouth with his hand.

When I opened my hand, some blood appeared on the back of my hand that I had just covered.

Lin Jiang carefully sensed it, and his expression changed slightly.

This old man is dying.

(End of this chapter)