A thousand-year-old family begins with one fighting against ten thousand.

This was completely different from the Zhang Jiao he remembered.

In his memory, Zhang Jiao was so spirited and dared to challenge the heavens, possessing the lofty ambition that man could conquer nature.

Zhang Jiao now resembles an old man in his twilight years, not only physically but also spiritually.

"The great undertaking of Huangtian is not only my expectation, but doesn't your Wei family also hope for such a prosperous era to arrive?"

"But you ultimately did not choose to fully support me, and now I know why."

Zhang Jiao sighed, gripping the nine-section staff tightly in his hand, which Ma Yuanyi had personally crafted for him.

"From the moment Tang Zhou betrayed us and Yuan Yi died, I knew that if my uprising had succeeded, it would only have created an even darker era."

"When he suddenly rose from an ordinary person to a high position, it was alright when I was around, as I was able to suppress him."

"But the Yellow Turbans were established entirely on my prestige. No matter who succeeds to the throne in the future—my son, my disciple, or the new emperor elected by everyone—none of them will have my prestige."

"Once the beast of power is unleashed, the one who knows best how to exploit you is often yourself."

"I dare not imagine what the Yellow Turbans will look like then."

"But I still choose to raise an army. I want to tell the rulers of today and all future generations that the people of the world are not ants; their anger can shake the heavens!"

Zhang Jiao's body was so weak that he collapsed with a push, but his voice was strong and clear.

Wei Fu nodded, looking at Zhang Jiao with regret. He was indeed a remarkable man of his generation.

"Why pity this poor monk?"

Zhang Jiao laughed freely, "I have lived a wonderful and fulfilling life."

"How delightful it is to die for one's principles!"

"By the way, fellow Daoist, I still don't know your name?"

Zhang Jiao asked curiously.

Wei Fu looked troubled; his identity was a secret, and he dared not reveal it casually.

Seeing Wei Fu's expression, Zhang Jiao's curiosity intensified.

"It was a slip of the tongue on my part."

"I will tell you this when you are on your deathbed."

Wei Fu promised.

"it is good."

Zhang Jiao smiled; this was enough.

"How about discussing the scriptures?"

Zhang Jiao extended an invitation.

"good."

Wei Fu readily agreed, and together with Zhang Jiao, they discussed metaphysics and Taoism in this tent.

After an unknown amount of time, Guan Hai returned with his troops.

Upon entering the tent, he immediately drew his weapon and aimed it at Wei Fu.

"Who goes there?!"

Guan Hai's voice finally alerted the guards outside, and they all rushed in.

They protected Zhang Jiao behind them and surrounded Wei Fu.

"How did you get in?"

Guan Hai's eyes were bloodshot with rage. Under his protection, a complete stranger had sneaked into the Great Teacher's tent.

"This is my fellow Daoist. There's no need to panic. You may all leave. Guan Hai, you stay."

Zhang Jiao waved his hand, and the numerous guards looked at each other, their hearts filled with Zhang Jiao's prestige, and withdrew from the camp.

Guan Hai also sheathed his weapon and went to Zhang Jiao's right front, placing his hand on the hilt of his sword.

If Wei Fu makes the slightest move, his knife will come slashing down.

"This is my disciple Guan Hai, and this is my fellow Daoist. You can address them as Senior Uncle."

Zhang Jiao introduced the two sides.

"Guan Hai greets his senior master."

Although I don't know where this senior master came from, I absolutely cannot disobey the orders of the Great Teacher.

Wei Fu nodded aloofly. Zhang Jiao was worthy of his attention, but Guan Hai was far from it.

"After the defeat, the Yellow Turbans will still need your help, brother. I will send Guan Hai to Qingzhou to settle down there."

Zhang Jiao addressed Wei Fu, who was entrusted with the orphanage.

"The imperial court will send the prisoners to various vassal states to increase the proportion of the local Han Chinese population. Although they are far from their homes, it is still a way to survive."

Wei Fu said.

"Qingzhou is also a good place. Cao Cao, Cao Mengde, will establish himself in Qingzhou and develop there."

"Cao Mengde?"

Zhang Jiao exclaimed in surprise.

"That's good, then I can rest assured, I can rest assured."

"Guan Hai, you should secretly pledge allegiance to Cao Cao. Although Cao Cao did not join the Yellow Turbans, his ideals and those of the Yellow Turbans overlapped in many ways."

"He will inherit the spirit of the Yellow Turbans, weaken the powerful clans, and elevate the status and strength of the common people."

Guan Hai was unable to utter a single word of dissent when faced with Zhang Jiao's words.

"Yes, great and wise teacher."

In the following days, Zhang Jiao seemed to have forgotten about the great battle, spending his days discussing various classic texts with Wei Fu.

The Confucian, agricultural, and Mohist schools of thought, along with the principles of Yin and Yang, are not bound by Daoism

On this day, the two were playing chess when Zhang Jiao's chess piece suddenly shattered in two without warning.

Both men stared at the chess piece broken in two, and silence fell over the room.

"It seems the time has come, fellow Daoist?"

Zhang Jiao raised his head and looked at Wei Fu.

"The Wei family, Wei Fu."

Wei Fu let out a breath, glanced around guiltily at the sky and the surroundings, and then spoke.

Zhang Jiao could no longer maintain his composure; the answer was simply too astonishing.

It almost defies human imagination.

Wei Fu, the third patriarch of the Wei family, was the one who proposed using Taoism as the general principle to govern all schools of thought, the one who proposed the theory of the Three Generations, and the teacher of Emperor Zhao of Han.

Born during the reign of Emperor Wen of Han, and died during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han.

This person lived 300 years ago.

They didn't die!

"Are there really gods and immortals in this world?"

Although he was a Taoist, he was the leader of the largest Taoist sect, with millions of followers.

But he genuinely believed that becoming an immortal was nonsense, and the so-called talismans and magical artifacts he possessed were mostly used as a pretext to provide relief to disaster victims.

It consisted of nothing but grain and valuables, with absolutely no special effects.

He had always thought that immortality was nothing but a pipe dream, but now...

Zhang Jiao thought about it carefully. He had seen a statue of Wei Fu in the capital, which was enshrined in the temple where Emperor Wu of Han was worshipped.

She looks about five or six points like me.

It turns out that immortality really does exist in the world.

He, who had initially felt no regrets, suddenly felt a great sense of regret.

As the elders of Taoism, immortality was their greatest pursuit. Suddenly, they realized that it was not just a mirage, but they knew they wouldn't live much longer.

The regret in their hearts is unimaginable.

"Yes, and no."

Wei Fu said.

There is immortality because of them.

They did not achieve immortality because they were no longer considered people of this world.

"Is immortality the same as becoming an immortal?"

Zhang Jiao asked curiously.

" no."

What is an immortal?

"To achieve immortality and become a god?"

"Is boundless power the essence of immortality?"

"Neither."

Wei Fu asked and answered his own question.

"I am but a small pawn on the path of cultivation. The road to immortality is long and arduous."

Having resolved his doubts, Zhang Jiao suppressed his desire for immortality with great willpower.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was clear, like a calm lake under the sun, sparkling with the light of wisdom.

"What are you planning to do?"

Wei Fu asked.

Zhang Jiao calculated with his fingers and found that the timing was just right.

"This humble Taoist priest will instill sufficient fear in the emperor and the powerful clans!"

"This fear must be so great that it will be etched in their memories for thousands of years to come!"