My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 26 Only by killing you can the world be at peace
Guangzong, inside the county government office.

Huang Tian concentrated his mind and entered a meditative state. Strands of spiritual energy, invisible to the naked eye, gradually flowed into his Huangting (Yellow Court), then circulated through all the acupoints of his body for a full cycle, before condensing back into his Huangting.

His chest rose and fell slightly, a faint white mist wafted from his nostrils, and his entire body radiated a faint golden glow.

After a long while, Huang Tian opened his eyes, slowly exhaled a breath of white air, which condensed into the shape of a sword and flew three feet in the void before dissipating into mist.

"I've already broken through to the fourth level of Qi Refining, and I'm not far from the fifth level..." Huang Tian felt a slight joy in his heart.

At this time, more than half a month had passed since the Second Battle of Guangzong. His cultivation had improved further, and the situation in Jizhou had completely stabilized.

The Yellow Turban Army marched out of Julu County, which they had occupied, and easily took over the entire Ji Province. There was almost no resistance from the officials defending the city. The speed at which the Yellow Turban Army marched was the speed at which they captured the city.

In fact, not only did no one resist, but many powerful families actively joined the Yellow Turban Army. They believed that the Han Dynasty was doomed and rushed to get on the good side of the Yellow Turban Army to establish connections and strive for a higher status in the new dynasty.

However, once the land clearing and seizure begin, many of them will undoubtedly develop an intense hatred for the Yellow Turban Army, and at that time...

Huang Tian smiled, a smile tinged with the taste of iron and blood.

His thoughts drifted for a while before he habitually "turned on" his voice.

Yes, he could hear all sorts of voices in the world at the end of the Han Dynasty, especially after the names of "Huang Tian Shen" and "Zhong Huang Tai Yi" spread throughout the world, the voices calling for him became more and more numerous.

However, Huang Tian didn't care much about it and didn't think about getting any information from it.

Because in this world, no one can stop him from doing whatever he wants, and information obtained through his voice is of little use to him.

However, Huang Tian still habitually "listened and witnessed".

With a thought, all kinds of voices were connected, and countless sounds flooded into the ears.

"Zhonghuang Taiyi, I beg you to bless my beloved with good health and to keep him free from illness."

"Huang Tian Shen is the only god in the world. The gods you worship are all false gods and must be destroyed!"

"Ignorance! Ignorance! Where in the world is there any Yellow Heaven God? I have lived for over sixty years and have never heard of such a god..."

"We are the children of the Yellow Heaven God, and the God will surely bless our fields with a bountiful harvest next year!"

"Sir, the Master said, 'Respect the spirits and gods, but keep them at a distance.' But now it seems there is a true god in Jizhou. How should we scholars view this?"

“Brother Ji, I’ve heard that Ji Province has been occupied by the Yellow Heaven Way of Peace. They have a strong army and have defeated tens of thousands of Han troops. They’ve even established an administrative council and an academy. Why don’t we go to Ji Province and take a look? If they are indeed establishing a new dynasty, we can try to get an official position…”

"The thief who worships the false god of the Yellow Heaven cannot last long..."

"..."

Images appeared before Huang Tian, ​​but he only glanced at them briefly and didn't look at them at all, until a deep black voice entered his eyes.

Over this long period of time, Huang Tian has figured out the differences between the various voices.

His normal voice is colorless, but his voice that transcends the world is golden. When people who are close to him mention him, his voice is blue; when people who hate him and want to kill him mention him, his voice is black.

"I've seen a few dark voices before, but I've never seen one this dark before..."

Huang Tian's mind stirred, and his gaze pierced through time and space. Inside an exquisite palace in the Luoyang Imperial Palace.

Emperor Liu Hong of Han knelt on the mat, with the most powerful and influential people in the Han court kneeling on his left and right sides.

Minister of Works Zhang Wen, General-in-Chief He Jin, Grand Tutor Yuan Wei, Minister of Justice Yang Ci, Minister of the Imperial Clan Liu Yan, Grand Commandant Deng Sheng...

"My lords, the Moth Rebels are now very powerful and have easily taken Ji Province. The people of Luoyang are in a state of panic. What should I do?" Liu Hong asked nervously.

The crowd exchanged glances, and Yang Ci stroked his white beard as he spoke: "Your Majesty, the most urgent task is to mobilize troops from various prefectures and counties to defend Luoyang. The five schools of the Luoyang Northern Army have all been assigned to Huangfu, Lu, and Zhu. The former two have been defeated and their fates are unknown, while Zhu Gongwei is still attacking Wancheng. Luoyang no longer has any elite troops."

He Jin said, "Luoyang is quite close to Jizhou, and several passes need to be reinforced for defense."

At the beginning of Zhang Jiao's uprising, Liu Hong strengthened the defense of various passes, "establishing commandants at all the passes including Hangu, Dagu, Guangcheng, Yique, Huanyuan, Xuanmen, Mengjin, and Xiaopingjin."

However, facing the Yellow Turban Army that had unified Ji Province and the legendary Zhonghuang Taiyi, He Jin still felt uneasy and proposed to send more troops to the passes.

Liu Yan frowned: "We need to send reinforcements everywhere. Where will the imperial court get so many soldiers? The Yellow Turban Rebellion has caused turmoil throughout the country. The bandits in various prefectures have not been completely wiped out yet. If we rashly send troops, I'm afraid that the places that have already been pacified will be thrown into turmoil again."

He Jin was slightly displeased: "Is His Majesty and Luoyang more important, or are the mere prefectures and counties more important?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yan was speechless.

Yuan Wei coughed, easing the somewhat awkward atmosphere: "If it's about mobilizing troops, where can the Grand Commandant spare any men?"

Deng Sheng was extremely old and frail. When asked, he barely mustered his spirits and said, "We can draw some people from all over the country except Jingzhou, Jizhou, and Liangzhou."

The Yellow Turban rebels in Wancheng, Jingzhou, have not yet been quelled, and Zhu Jun is tied up there. Needless to say, Jizhou will be completely taken by the Yellow Turbans.

"Why not Liangzhou?" He Jin asked, puzzled.

Deng Sheng explained, "The Qiang people of Liangzhou have always been restless and often defy the imperial court. Even with the troops from the prefectures and kingdoms suppressing them, they are still like this. If the troops are transferred away, the Qiang people will rebel in an instant..."

He Jin said doubtfully, "Is this just your guess, Grand Commandant? Besides, even if they rebel, so what? Liangzhou is poor and hard to govern; it's better to abandon it."

Enraged by these outrageous words, Deng Sheng stood up and glared at He Jin, declaring, "Only by beheading you can the world be at peace!"

He Jin's expression suddenly changed, and Liu Hong quickly tried to smooth things over, "Grand Commandant, please sit down! Please don't be angry!"

Sitting to the side, Zhang Wen stepped forward to comfort Deng Sheng at Liu Hong's signal, "Grand Commandant, please sit down, don't be anxious."

Deng Sheng suppressed his anger and sat down. He turned to Liu Hong and said earnestly, "If the Qiang people gain Liangzhou, they will cause trouble for generations. Without Liangzhou, the Three Auxiliary Regions will be in danger. If the Three Auxiliary Regions are in danger, the capital will be in dire straits! Your Majesty, you must not abandon Liangzhou!"

Liu Hong nodded hastily: "Minister Deng is overthinking it. I will not abandon Liangzhou."

After speaking, he glared at He Jin with a reproachful look. Deng Sheng was old and frail; if he were to die of anger in the palace, the emperor would have to take responsibility.

He Jin pursed his lips and remained silent.

"Minister Deng, aside from Liang, Ji, and Jing, how many troops can the imperial court mobilize to protect Luoyang?" Liu Hong quickly changed the subject, asking the question that concerned him most.

Deng Sheng pondered for a moment and said, "With the troops from the prefectures and kingdoms of each state, plus some mixed barbarian cavalry, we can gather seventy or eighty thousand men within three months, but..."

(End of this chapter)