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

Chapter 37 The Emperor The Emperor The Emperor The Emperor

In the blink of an eye, there was a dark wall; turning to the side, a slight pain struck.

Liu Hong felt a sudden dizziness. He slowly sat up from the haystack, rubbed his head, and looked around.

"Where...where is this? How did I end up here?"

Liu Hong looked completely bewildered.

"Your Majesty, this should be the Northern Prison of the Yellow Gate."

A voice came from next door. Liu Hong turned his head and saw a short, dark figure in the cell next door.

"Cao Qing?" Liu Hong asked uncertainly.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Cao Cao replied weakly.

Liu Hong asked in surprise, "How did I end up being imprisoned in the Yellow Gate North Prison? And what are you doing here, Minister Cao?"

Luoyang had two major prisons: the Court of Justice Prison and the Northern Court Prison of the Imperial Censorate.

The former mainly imprisoned high-ranking officials and vicious wandering knights who had broken the law, while the latter was not a proper prison, but a private prison managed by eunuchs. When Liu Hong arrested the party officials, he imprisoned them here.

After all, this place is not like the Court of Justice prison, which is influenced by scholars and allows for the use of torture to extract confessions without restraint in the Huangmen North Temple prison.

Liu Hong never imagined that he would one day be locked up here!

Cao Cao sighed, "Your Majesty, you have just woken up from a coma, so you have forgotten what happened before. Now, calm down and recall it carefully, and you will understand."

Upon hearing this, Liu Hong forced himself to calm down. Slowly, images of the moth bandits attacking the city, the false god ascending the stage, and the lightning and thunder appearing in his mind.

"I...I've been captured?!"

Liu Hong was stunned, unable to believe it, feeling as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Cao Cao lamented, "Being captured is a good thing. The Grand General, Grand Commandant Deng, Minister of Works Zhang, Gongsun Bogui, and Dong Zhongying died on the spot under the lightning, leaving no trace of their bodies. Sun Jian, the Grand Marshal, and his personal guards were killed by the chaotic army. Only a few people, including Liu Bei, Yuan Shao, Your Majesty, and myself, survived by chance, but all of them suffered injuries of varying degrees."

The mere thought of that mythical thunder spear sent a chill down Cao Cao's spine, and Liu Hong also trembled slightly, his teeth chattering.

"Xuande, how are you? Are you badly injured?" Liu Hong forced himself to calm down and asked.

Cao Cao nodded: "Lieutenant Liu is fine, he was just taken to prison for questioning by the Moth Bandits."

Upon hearing the news that Liu Bei was unharmed, Liu Hong was filled with mixed emotions. He had initially hoped that Liu Bei would be able to escape with him after the city fell, but he never expected that Liu Bei would also be captured.

Fortunately, Liu Bei was not seriously injured, which might give him a chance to "escape"...

As Liu Hong was lost in his boundless fantasies, the prison door suddenly opened with a bang, and a robust military general walked in—it was Huang Shao, the leader of the Yellow Turban Army.

Huang Shao chuckled and looked at Liu Hong, saying, "You're awake? Since you're awake, come with me."

Liu Hong mustered his courage and shouted, "You treacherous scoundrel! Where are you taking me? Release me now!"

Huang Shao clicked his tongue twice: "Still talking about 'I' coming and going,' it seems he won't understand the situation until he suffers a bit."

He walked forward with a sinister grin and breathed on his fist.

Liu Hong looked terrified and tried to back away, but his back was already pressed against the wall, and there was no way to retreat.
Bang! Bang! Boom!
Huang Shao raised his iron fist and delivered several punches to Liu Hong's pale, gloomy face.

"Have you given me back my imperial status?!"

"Continue with your imperial duties!"

"You're already a prisoner, why are you still putting on that airs of being God?!"

Liu Hong was dizzy from the beating and shouted, "Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!"

Cao Cao couldn't stand it anymore. After all, they were fellow prisoners and the ruler he had once served. So he said, "Please don't hit His Majesty. If you want to vent your anger, come at me!"

Huang Shao ignored Cao Cao and focused on beating the emperor, but he was very careful, only causing Liu Hong pain without injuring him internally.

Liu Hong screamed in pain as he was beaten, finally losing his imperial composure and clutching his head, crying, "Spare me! Spare me!" "So you know how to use the word 'I' now?"

Huang Shao rubbed his right fist with satisfaction. "Now that you know how to speak, come with me quietly."

Liu Hong touched his aching face, "Where...where to?"

Huang Shao said, "Of course you'll be tried. Where else can you go? Or do you want to be beheaded, torn apart by five horses, or slowly sliced ​​to death?"

"No, no, no! I do not wish to die! I will go to trial!" Liu Hong hurriedly said.

"Okay, let's go..."

Huang Shao had Liu Hong's hands tied up, and then led him out of the prison.

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Inside the magnificent Luoyang Imperial Palace.

Huang Tianzheng sat in meditation and focused his mind on a purple ball of light in his sea of ​​consciousness.

This sphere of light appeared after he settled in Luoyang and established it as the capital of the Daoist court.

"This must be the opportunity I sensed before, the opportunity after pacifying the world. But what exactly is it? Is it faith, incense offerings, or destiny?"

Huang Tian couldn't understand it for a moment, but from the faint message coming from the purple light sphere, he knew that the light sphere was not yet completely perfect. It would only become perfectly harmonious and natural after the world was unified, at which time it could be "used".

"Forget it, let's not worry about what it is for now. Let's pacify the world first, and then we'll naturally understand its true nature."

Huang Tian withdrew from his sea of ​​consciousness, ended his meditation, got up and walked out of the palace, arriving at Deyang Hall.

The Deyang Palace, with its painted roofs, vermilion beams, jade steps, golden pillars, and carved railings, was extremely magnificent and had always been the place where emperors held regular court sessions.

However, those appearing in the palace today are no longer the scholars, officials, dukes, marquises, generals, and ministers of the past, but rather Zhang Jiao, Zhang Liang, He Yi, and other "moth thieves" who have been labeled as rebels by the Han court.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Zhang Jiao and the other ten men bowed down.

"Everyone, get up."

Huang Tian looked at them and spoke, which surprised and delighted the ten men. "Now that we have easily captured Luoyang, the situation in the world has been largely settled. I intend to bestow upon you the Daoist arts as a reward."

Seeing that everyone was about to excitedly kneel down again, Huang Tian raised his hand to stop them: "Listen attentively!"

Everyone fell silent.

"The cultivation technique I am about to pass on is called the 'Suppressing Mountain Spirit Scripture.' Although this technique is only the original scripture of a sect in a certain world, it contains many ingenious ideas and is perfect for laying the foundation for immortality."

However, cultivation is never easy. Some people can enter the path in a few days, months, or even a year. One must maintain an unwavering mind to achieve anything. Those who master this method are like mortals building a ladder to heaven, transforming from ordinary to immortal. Longevity is not an unrealistic dream. Today, I will pass on the chapter on gathering Qi..."

Based on the information he obtained from Mo Qiu of the Hou Tu Sect world, and his own insights from cultivation, Huang Tian discovered that the vast majority of people in the world are capable of cultivation.

However, each person's meridians, bones, comprehension, and soul have different affinity for spiritual energy, which leads to some people having a surge of spiritual energy during cultivation, while others may not be able to absorb even a few strands of spiritual energy even after three to five years.

Only in this way can there be a distinction between geniuses and good-for-nothings.

In order to improve aptitude, powerful figures in the Thick Earth Sect have developed the technique of "spiritual root cultivation," which involves transplanting the precious pills of demonic beasts and the roots of spiritual herbs into the human body to create "spiritual roots." These spiritual roots are used to help absorb spiritual energy, thus creating many cultivation geniuses.

However, Mo Qiu only mentioned this matter casually at the time, and did not explain how to cultivate spiritual roots, so Huang Tian did not know what to do.

Zhang Liang, He Yi, Huang Shao, and others could not be considered geniuses; they were only slightly better than good-for-nothings.

Zhang Jiao had the best aptitude, but he barely reached the average level.

'However, Zhang Jiao is nearing seventy, and although his talent surpasses that of ordinary people, the possibility of him reaching the Foundation Establishment stage is very small...'

With this thought flashing through his mind, Huang Tian continued his teachings:
"...Cultivation begins with the Yellow Heaven and the Thick Earth, embracing the primordial essence and guarding the one, opening the spiritual apertures, circulating qi through the Purple Court, the stars revolving throughout the heavens, the River Chariot moving on its own, planting jade in the Yellow Court, and achieving longevity through true breath..."

(End of this chapter)