Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 217 What?! The head coach is scoring the winning goal?!

Murong Fu knew that violence was the most fundamental logic at the bottom of the entire world. The stories he'd read on television and in novels in his previous life—the stories of talented scholars…

The schemes of officials and strategists are planned over a decade or two, with each step intricately linked and relentlessly pressing forward...

It's all nonsense.

In reality, the most effective strategies are those devised by a few people in the shortest amount of time and executed immediately. Once the time is long, the planning becomes more complex and the process more complicated, it will naturally be leaked, leading to failure.

The most common and effective tactic is to lure people out and then ambush and kill them.

Those with the strength of a martial arts master can even skip the deception step; they can simply go and kill someone if they want to.

Having figured out the connections, Murong Fu soared into the sky above the imperial palace, overlooking Bianjing, the capital city loyal to him.

After that, nothing like the Flower and Stone Tribute, the Birthday Tribute, the Jingkang Incident, or fabricated charges would ever happen again.

The entire course of the world has been completely changed.

Murong Fu looked at his system. He had just discovered that his exploration of the Tianlong world had jumped by 5% the moment he decided to become emperor.

[Tianlong World: Exploration Progress 61%] (100% Energy Recharge)

Murong Fu knew that it would be more difficult to improve as he progressed, but his sudden improvement showed that he had done the right thing.

It seems that only by becoming the true ruler of all under heaven can one achieve this 100% exploration success.

Although the system didn't say it, his intuition told him that once he reached 100% exploration, he would definitely reap huge rewards.

Murong Fu was neither a pretentious person nor someone who was afraid to take responsibility.

He dares to flirt with more than a dozen beautiful women, and he also has the responsibility to marry them all.

Now that we've killed Zhao Xu and the Sunflower Ancestor, what harm is there in taking over the world?

He didn't believe that his rule could be worse than that of Emperor Huizong and Emperor Qinzong.

He pondered for a long time in the air, remained silent for a long time, and planned for the future for a long time.

Then it slowly descended and walked to the alleyway where it had just killed thousands of imperial guards.

The bodies have now been disposed of and buried. The ground has been washed with clean water, but dark red bloodstains still remain in some corners of the drains.

This serves as a reminder that Murong Fu is located in this very neighborhood.

He then walked toward the pillar where the thugs had been nailed, where the chisel marks were still visible.

Murong Fu then walked a hundred meters down the street and arrived at the Sanheyuan Restaurant.

The lights were already off, so the board was put up.

Murong Fu knocked, the sound particularly jarring on the quiet street.

"Who is it?" An old man's voice immediately came from behind the door; it was the old shopkeeper.

Murong Fu said, "It is me."

The other party recognized Murong Fu's voice, and immediately a piercing sound came from inside, followed by some background noise.

Soon, the board was removed, revealing a young face—it was the waiter.

He was overjoyed to see Murong Fu, but also worried. He quickly let Murong Fu in, then peeked inside to make sure no one was watching, before deftly closing the door behind him.

Upon entering the inn, Murong Fu saw that apart from a simple cleaning, everything else was pretty much the same as when he left.

When the old shopkeeper saw Murong Fu, he hurriedly said, "Young master, it's good that you're alright."

But why haven't they run yet...? I just peeked through the crack in the door and saw a lot of Imperial Guards coming. Sigh, you'd better run...

Murong Fu said, "Shopkeeper, aren't you afraid? Why don't you run away?"

The old shopkeeper said, "At my age, haha, why would I still be running around?"

It's my young apprentice... he's foolish, he insists on staying with the old man.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Don't worry, everything has been resolved. There won't be any problems."

Is there any more food?

The shopkeeper looked on incredulously upon hearing this, and sighed, saying, "Alas, young master, if that's really the case, then we're truly fortunate to have you here."

But now all the cooks have left, and it's just the two of us...

If everything's really alright, next time, next time you come, I'll treat you to a feast.

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something, and took out a gold ingot from his pocket, saying, "Young master, this is a gold ingot you gave me, I dare not accept it. You were just standing up for us, and what you broke wasn't anything valuable."

Murong Fu shook his head, then gently pushed the door panels that had been in place, and they all fell down. He said:

"This is for the meal; it's only right to pay for a meal."

Since there's no more food, I'll be leaving now.

Then, like a crane, it ascended into the sky. It then sped towards Suzhou, disappearing into the vast darkness.

The waiter and the old shopkeeper standing below stared blankly for a long time.

The old shopkeeper exclaimed, "This is like encountering a deity!"

The waiter replied, "He's a great hero, the leader of the martial arts world... I just asked him if he could take me as his apprentice."

The old shopkeeper tapped him on the head and said, "What are you thinking about? Let's live a down-to-earth life."

Throat...if everything's alright....

Besides, if you become the young master's apprentice, who will serve me?! Who will take care of me in my old age and see me off in my death?!

The old shopkeeper then led the waiter into the shop, but the waiter kept looking back at the sky, reluctant to leave.

Tong Guan was both nervous and excited at that moment.

He escaped death and was recognized by Murong Fu.

As a disciple of the Sunflower Patriarch, he naturally had keen insight. He realized that Murong Fu seemed to have mastered some kind of divine skill, which allowed him to instantly kill the Sunflower Patriarch.

Moreover, he was only in his early thirties, ten years younger than me, but he was a grandmaster like the ancestor, and there was no guarantee that he would advance even further in the future.

Following such an expert might bring you endless benefits.

As for the power he had painstakingly cultivated in the court and the high-ranking official positions and generous salaries he had earned, they were all as illusory as smoke and clouds in the face of this.

So he said to his deputy who was following him, "The news of Zhao Xu's death must be kept secret, especially from Zhang and Zeng Bu. These two people are very powerful now, so don't let them cause any more trouble."

The first task His Majesty has entrusted to us must not be failed.

The deputy bowed and agreed, for he had served Tong Guan for many years and was considered a confidant. He then asked:

"My lord... I don't know whether I should speak or not."

"explain."

"My lord, His Majesty is all alone, with no foundation of support. Is it really feasible for us to pressure him? Will the other ministers agree?"

Tong Guan glanced at him and said, "You weren't here just now, so you didn't see His Majesty kill my dead grandmaster."

A martial arts master can rival an entire nation.

Amidst a vast army...: Yes, it's an entity capable of directly annihilating an army of ten thousand.

If my dead grandmaster had been willing to go to the battlefield, my Great Song Dynasty wouldn't have been bullied by the Liao and Western Xia for so many years.

He only cares about his own breakthrough, but if it were me, I would probably do the same. After all, even a grandmaster's physical abilities are not limitless.

Moreover, at that level, they are all old monsters over a hundred years old. Heh, who would be willing to fight to the death for this mortal country?

But His Majesty... is different.

Tong Guan recalled the black sword energy that had instantly killed his grandmaster. Even though it was under the dark night sky, he could clearly see its extraordinary nature.

He then added, "Your Majesty's methods have even surpassed those of ordinary grandmasters, which is why you were able to kill the ancestor so easily."

"Hehe, after His Majesty ascended the throne, the court will be His Majesty's personal fiefdom. All we need to do is be His Majesty's dogs, understand?"

Upon hearing Tong Guan's words, the deputy naturally understood that His Majesty had completely submitted to him, leaving him with no other choice. He quickly cupped his hands and said, "Your subordinate understands!"

Tong Guan nodded and dismissed his subordinates.

Murong Fu finally arrived at Canhe Village just as dawn was breaking.

Although its true energy is boundless, it circulates within the body.

However, he was severely exhausted. Although the battle yesterday was short, it felt as if Murong Fu had been traveling through the river of swordsmanship for a thousand years. His Divine Sword Technique went directly from proficiency to perfection, and his perfected Body-Breaking Formless Sword Qi also broke through to a new level, reaching the level of Formless Sword Qi. He naturally mastered a major new killing move of Formless Sword Qi, the "Sword of the Dead." Murong Fu knew that his mastery of this move was due to his accumulation over the years and various opportunities, such as his recent breakthrough to Grandmaster and the Wisdom Fruit he had eaten... but luck also played a part.

But now that I have mastered it, it represents a huge boost to my own strength.

This trip to Bianjing was indeed a pleasant surprise.

Upon entering Wang Yuyan's room, Murong Fu said to her:

"I'm back, I'm going to take a nap first..."

Oh, and tell the four chief retainers to come over for dinner tonight; we have something to discuss.

Murong Fu then fell into a deep, infant-like sleep.

Looking at Murong Fu's face, Wang Yuyan sensed that her cousin must be exhausted today.

I wonder if it turned the whole of Suzhou upside down.

What she didn't know was that her cousin hadn't actually gone to Suzhou at all. After beheading Cai Jing, he went to Bianjing to kill an emperor and a grandmaster.

Now that she is the true ruler of the Central Plains, Wang Yuyan can be considered Empress...

If Li Qingluo knew, she would probably be overjoyed.

But given Wang Yuyan's personality, even if she knew, she wouldn't care.

She didn't care whether she was a master or not, nor whether she was an empress. As long as she was her cousin's wife, and lived with him and had children, that was enough for her.

This has been her wish since she could remember.

Zhuangzi was very calm.

Everyone learned from Wang Yuyan that Murong Fu had returned.

For safety's sake, Wang Yuyan, Li Qinglu, Zhong Ling, and others took advantage of Murong Fu's deep sleep to check him over from head to toe, but found no injuries.

The hard parts are as solid as diamond, and the soft parts are as soft as water wrapped in leather.

Among them, Mu Wanqing was also pulled by Zhong Ling to look at Murong Fu, but she did not expect that this "looking" did not mean visiting, but rather prying open and looking.

She was still a girl, and she ran out of the room in embarrassment.

Murong Fu slept soundly in the Hidden Dragon Technique, but he slept peacefully because the people who came were all her closest relatives.

If there are any outsiders or strangers, Murong Fu will not let them manipulate him like this.

After a thousand-year dream, Murong Fu awoke to find the sun already setting.

He stretched and tightened his belt.

Murong Fu went out and strolled around outside.

I happened to see Xiao Hai practicing the Yi Jin Jing. His Yi Jin Jing has now reached the LV.2 level, making him a third-rate master with considerable internal energy.

Murong Fu could also sense the corresponding feedback within his own body every time Xiao Hai cultivated, exhaled, and circulated his true energy.

He nodded, very satisfied.

The family sat down together, and as soon as the dishes were served, Murong Fu said:

I have something to tell you all.

Murong Fu's voice was not loud, and his tone was unhurried, but everyone present put down their bowls and chopsticks and waited for Murong Fu.

This is the aura of the head of the household; his voice doesn't need to be loud, and his speech doesn't need to be fast, but there will always be someone who listens patiently.

Murong Fu continued, "Yesterday I killed Zhao Xu and the Sunflower Ancestor."

That Sunflower Ancestor was a grandmaster with many years of experience, even more powerful than that Sweeper Monk. He had mastered the Sunflower Manual to an unparalleled degree, yet I still managed to slay him.

As soon as Murong Fu finished speaking, Bao Butong asked in a somewhat excited and stammering tone:

"Young master... then... which Zhao Xu is it?"

Murong Fu frowned and said, "It's that Zhao Xu, right? His name is Zhezong?"

"Emperor Zhao Xu?!"

The four retainers shouted in unison, and the other family members also realized what was happening.

Wang Yuyan asked, "Cousin, did you go to kill this emperor yesterday?"

Was it he who sent people to attack us?

Murong Fu nodded and said, "Yes, he sent Cai Jing."

After I killed Cai Jing during the day, I went to Bianjing and killed Zhao Xu that night. Tong Guan has now surrendered to me.

They also want to make me emperor.

Deng Baichuan stood up and said, word by word, "Emperor...Emperor!"

"My lord! Our great cause of revival has succeeded?!"

Seeing Murong Fu calmly nod, Deng Baichuan and Gongye Qian burst into tears, while Bao Butong kept stroking his beard, completely unaware that one side of it had been torn off.

Feng Bo'e even did a backflip into the yard...

Although they, as subjects, played no role in this revival process, it was as if the football players had trained for ten years, then collectively went to the toilet before the decisive match, only to find that the head coach had single-handedly scored a decisive goal against the opposing eleven...

Even if they win by lying down, it's still a win, and the four retainers are already extremely happy and joyful.

The family members were somewhat happy, joking and teasing each other.

Murong Fu smiled as he looked at everyone's reactions. Yes, after all, it was the throne; who wouldn't be tempted and excited?

But he also had a slight worry.

Murong Fu knew that the imperial family was the most ruthless place. Once one was involved with the throne, all once close relationships would be tainted with suspicion.

It has been said that there are only two kinds of people in the world: emperors and everyone else.

This is not what Murong Fu wants either, so he is also plotting against it...:

At this moment, Feng Bo'e also tumbled back, covered in water, apparently having just fallen into the pool outside.

Deng Baichuan scolded his fourth brother a couple of times, then, with tears welling up in his eyes, said:

"Old patriarch, you can finally rest in peace. Our Murong clan has finally succeeded in reviving the Great Yan."

"Huh? Who said the Great Yan Dynasty was being revived?"

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