The Mysterious Ming Dynasty: The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom

"If you follow the Liao River upstream, you will see altars made of Han Chinese bones and blood everywhere, used to suppress evil spirits at key points. The Jurchens have never given up their desire to destroy us Han people. They clearly want us to never be free." After saying this, Wu Sangui's face was full of helplessness and indignation.

"They are nothing but heretics." A murderous intent rose in Si Chen's heart. These barbarians from beyond the Nine Provinces were always so disgusting. Slaughter and destruction accompanied them all the time. If they could not get something, they would destroy it.

Under the Eight Banners system, Han Chinese had completely lost their basic human attributes, which was the prototype of the caste system.

Xu Wenjue listened with a trembling heart, wondering if any powerful southern clans were involved.

Si Chen: "With these barbarians from beyond the borders, where would they get these inheritances to build the Dragon Transformation Pool and cast the Eight Heavenly Dragons?"

Think about it again, the Thirteen Lines of the future.

The eight banners and the five merchants of the south—doesn't that make sense?

Zheng Lian's caravan also arrived suspiciously.

To travel such a long distance just to earn a little money is to disregard the profit-seeking nature of merchants.

Not making a profit is equivalent to losing money.

What is the most profitable business in the world?

It's about lifespan.

The so-called Dragon Transformation Pool and the Eight Heavenly Dragons, aside from these appearances, all boil down to two words: immortality.

"These people want to rebel against the Han, yet they're acting so furtively and secretively, afraid to make a direct move. It's laughable." Si Chen looked at his palm; this flawless body was the greatest elixir of immortality.

"It is clear that these people are just bluffing. They only dare to attack ordinary people who are powerless to even kill a chicken. What kind of skill is it to bully the weak?"

Si Chen's gaze fell on Xu Wenjue, carrying a deeper meaning.

Are you truly unaware, or is this a backup plan sent by the Duke of Wei?

Xu Wenjue sat there feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, as if he were sitting on pins and needles. He smiled bitterly and helplessly: "But that's just how the world works. The weaker the people are, the more they are exploited to death. When two strong forces fight, one of them will inevitably be injured."

There are no secrets that stay hidden forever.

If you don't want others to know, then don't do it in the first place. In this world, there are cultivators who excel at calculating the secrets of heaven.

Perhaps this snowstorm is the result of a connection between heaven and humanity.

Si Chen turned his head. "Where are we at now?"

Wu Sangui hurriedly said, "Now, Yiwulü Mountain has been sealed off, and no Han people are allowed to enter or leave. Only Jurchen shamans, lamas, and masters are allowed to enter, but even they are not allowed to leave. From afar, all you can see is blood splattering into the sky."

"Outside Yiwulü Mountain, there are also elite guards from the Eight Banners."

"We can only look on with envy and sigh."

Si Chen: "Why boost the morale of others while diminishing our own? My sword is not without its weaknesses."

"No!" everyone hurriedly said.

How could we let Si Chen do something so risky?

This is no longer the time when he traveled the world alone with his sword, riding the wind and vanquishing demons across the land.

Everything has a price, and someone always has to make sacrifices.

In the North, a person's value can be measured.

Si Chen raised his hand. "Alright, it's getting late tonight. Let's rest early after dinner and discuss it again tomorrow."

Wu Sangui had no choice but to abandon his idea of ​​continuing to persuade him.

He pulled a tiger tally from his sleeve and pushed it onto the table, saying, "The entire Guan Ning region is now entrusted to you, my lord."

Si Chen looked up, toyed with the tiger tally in his hand for a moment, then placed it on the table. "Put this back. I know nothing about military matters; what use would it be to me?"

The morale of an army cannot be bound by an inanimate object.

Don't you see, those useless men who held military seals still died in the chaos of battle?

Seeing that Si Chen refused, Wu Sangui had no choice but to retreat.

The left and right flanks immediately took over the defense of the area.

The noise outside grew louder and louder.

After the grain was released from the hold, the place immediately came alive.

As long as a person is alive, they can cause trouble.

Si Chen was no exception.

The moon is at its zenith.

Wherever the gale swept, not a blade of grass grew, leaving only a barren wasteland.

Among the air blowing from the north, the righteous men detected a stench, the smell of a mass slaughter.

Si Chen had already changed his attire.

Under the cover of night, it almost blends into the surrounding darkness.

He did not inform Xu Wenjue.

Wu Sangui was not notified.

I can't trust either of them.

That's just how the world is; they're too deeply entangled with the North.

Si Chen refused to believe that these things happened on the very first day, or that they were deliberately set up for him, the main culprit, to create an inescapable trap.

We arrived aboard the treasure ship.

The vengeful paladins couldn't wait any longer.

Jia Chen stepped forward and asked, "Your Excellency, what are your plans for tonight?"

Si Chen looked at their fully armed appearance and said, "You will stay here and protect me. I'm going to investigate. I need to separate my soul from my body, so this physical body is in your hands."

The expressions on everyone's faces were somewhat solemn.

After bathing, changing clothes, and burning incense, Si Chen had already sat down cross-legged.

Inside the interior, after looking around.

Finally, they found those yakshas and demons that were spinning like tops under Lin Daiyu's command.

Si Chen made a large gesture.

"Sword, come." The Xiaoxiang Sword fell into his palm, and Si Chen swallowed it with his mouth, disappearing instantly, the sword light concealed.

"Fairy Disenchantment, where is the Mirror of Love and Lust?"

The yakshas, ​​demons, and the celestial demons transformed from the Fairy Disenchantment were all sucked into the Mirror of Love and Lust, and the treasure immediately came to life.

They used to be unarmed, but now they are fully armed.

They are allowed to come, but I am not allowed to go?

Si Chen swayed and transformed into a wisp of breeze, following the mysterious connection, and disappeared into the chaos.

This is the narrow space between reality and the spirit world.

There is no physical constraint.

With his ethereal spirit, he instantly traveled a thousand miles away.

All you need to do is search in the area where the northern demons are most concentrated.

The closer you get to the north, the more chaotic the celestial secrets and spiritual energy become.

The spirits born on this land in the future will no longer be sacred and ethereal, but a group of demons who take pleasure in slaughter.

The Jurchens permanently altered the spiritual energy of this land.

Predatory suppression of vitality.

Si Chen avoided several dark subspace nests along the way, worlds that shared the same origin as the Spirit Realm but were completely opposite.

That is where the Heavenly Demon resides.

Back then, Japan was said to have eight million gods, and these were the things they possessed. Their divine kingdom of Takamagahara was scattered by the Ming Dynasty, leaving only the Yamata no Orochi (Eight-Headed Serpent) coiled in Mount Fuji, which has now regained its power.

Two hundred miles further north, Si Chen finally arrived at his destination.

This is the old lair of the Eight Banners, a projection in the spirit world and subspace.

A huge statue stands here.

The Great Horned Rat God.

Si Chen looked down at himself, concealing all his cultivation paths, and revealed the Six Heavenly Demon King, which he had always abandoned.

All the celestial aura emanating from him dissipated.

When he reappears.

It was clearly a powerful and evil dragon.

With a wave of his hand, he released Fairy Jinghuan and a group of Yakshas and evil spirits.

"From this day forward, I shall be—the Divine Capital!" As Si Chen bowed his head, his crimson dragon eyes suddenly snapped open, and his jade dragon horns transformed into ferocious blades, piercing towards the azure sky.

It resembles a blazing sun.

Countless lives are consumed within it, and countless worlds are born and destroyed in the palm of one's hand.

Looking at Si Chen's majestic dragon body and overwhelming demonic energy, Fairy Jinghuan immediately bowed down in worship.

"Greetings, Your Excellency of the Capital!"