Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

"Now that things have come to this, don't even think about making any excuses or denying it anymore."

You told me that you vigorously developed Yangzhou's politics and economy, and even privately expanded your army to a staggering 150,000.

What do you want to do?

Rebellions are now breaking out across the Qing Dynasty, with war raging everywhere.

Are you also planning to rebel like Wu Sangui and Geng Jingzhong?

Emperor Kangxi's eyes blazed with fury as he loudly questioned him, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.

From his perspective, he genuinely regarded Wei Xiaobao as a brother he could confide in and a capable minister to whom he could entrust important responsibilities.

He was granted high positions such as the Chief of the Imperial Guard, Imperial Envoy, and even Lord of Yangzhou, receiving trust and favors that were unimaginable to others.

Wei Xiaobao should be extremely grateful, utterly devoted, and absolutely loyal.

This reflects Kangxi's deep-seated, almost instinctive, imperial mindset: "The emperor's grace is boundless, and his subjects should repay it with their lives."

In his eyes, Wei Xiaobao's current signs of "self-reliance" are nothing short of the most blatant betrayal and ingratitude.

"Hehe, Little Xuanzi, Kangxi."

The projected Wei Xiaobao looked up and calmly met Kangxi's angry and disappointed gaze, but a faint smile, tinged with self-mockery and bitterness, appeared on his lips.

He shook his head slightly, his voice not loud, but it clearly reached Kangxi's ears, as if striking upon the past friendship between the two.

You keep saying you treat me like a brother, but you plant spies around me to monitor my every move. Is that what a real brother should do?

Perhaps you yourself don't realize that in your heart, I am ultimately just a subject, a capable official who needs to be controlled and guarded against.

He paused, his tone becoming increasingly calm, yet carrying a sense of detachment as if he had seen through the ways of the world.

"Our pursuits are fundamentally different."

You were born to be the emperor of the Qing Dynasty. Your path is to inherit the family business, maintain the status quo and create new opportunities, and ensure the eternal stability of the Aisin Gioro family's empire.

This is a path you have no choice in, nor do you need to choose.

"But what I pursue is to have my fate in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven."

It is the continuous breakthrough and strengthening of one's own life essence, the ascension of martial arts cultivation, and true transcendence.

A sudden, fervent, and resolute light flashed in his eyes as he looked directly at Kangxi and said, word by word:

"Not only that, but one day I will create my own supreme dynasty, gather the fortune of the world, and become the supreme ruler of heaven and earth, governing all directions and shepherding all living beings. This is my way, my path."

But I can say with a clear conscience, as the projected Wei Xiaobao said loudly.

To this day, I have never broken the promise I made when we became sworn brothers.

I have never intentionally done anything to harm you or damage the fundamental interests of the Qing Dynasty.

The development of Yangzhou is the result of my own abilities and the hard work of the people of Yangzhou.

They did not seize a single penny of the imperial court's property; instead, they preserved peace in the midst of chaos, absorbed displaced people, and stabilized the southeast.

In my opinion, considering our past relationship, doing this much is enough.

As for our paths diverging and us inevitably parting ways, that's simply fate.

Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together.

The projected incarnation of Wei Xiaobao directly admitted his "disloyal intentions" and "great ambitions," meeting Kangxi's gaze without backing down.

There was no fear in his eyes, only a calm and unwavering determination that transcended the mundane.

His future goal is to forge a holy dynasty and become an eternal emperor.

How could they possibly be intimidated by the wrath and oppression of a mortal emperor at this moment?

presumptuous.

Wei Xiaobao, you've gone too far.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Kangxi flew into a rage, abruptly stood up from his dragon throne, and slammed his hand on the imperial desk again, causing the brush holder and inkstone to jump.

His eyes widened as he pointed at Wei Xiaobao, trembling with rage.

How dare you utter such treasonous words!

What dynasty? What supreme being of heaven and earth?

That's wishful thinking on your part; it's treason.

Haha, Little Xuanzi, you've finally gotten angry.

The projected Wei Xiaobao was not frightened at all; instead, he chuckled, but there was no warmth left in his laughter.

Do you think I really don't know how many of the guards you sent to my side, whether they were palace guards or the so-called personal guards in Yangzhou, were actually spies to monitor me and report to you?

The reason I've kept quiet and haven't spoken out is simply because I'm mindful of our past brotherhood.

He took a slow step forward, his tone turning cold.

Do you really think that I, Wei Xiaobao, am the kind of stupid person who can be manipulated at will without you noticing?

At this point, it's pointless to bring up these old grievances.

The projected image of Wei Xiaobao stopped in his tracks, his gaze sharp as lightning, staring directly at Kangxi.

I still remember the day we swore an oath of brotherhood in the Imperial Garden.

I once secretly swore in my heart that as long as you, Emperor Kangxi, do not betray me, I will never be your enemy, nor will I do anything that is treacherous.

I have kept this vow until today.

But his tone suddenly became sharp, and his voice rose a few decibels.

Do you want to know what the next thought in my heart was after that vow?

What is it?

Kangxi's face was ashen, his chest heaving violently. He stared intently at Wei Xiaobao and squeezed out three words through gritted teeth.

The projected Wei Xiaobao sneered, his voice as cold as iron, carrying a resolute and ruthless aura:

I said that if one day, Emperor Kangxi, were to make a move against me first, I, Wei Xiaobao, would never sit idly by and wait to be captured.

When that time comes, it will be fate that will turn us brothers against each other, and destiny that will force us to fight to the death.

The victor is king, the loser is a bandit.

Hahaha, absurd, ridiculous, what a huge joke!

As if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world, Kangxi suddenly threw his head back and burst into laughter, his laughter filled with anger, disdain and the unique arrogance of an emperor.

Without my support, without your official position and title in the Qing Dynasty, what are you, Wei Xiaobao?

He's just a commoner who knows a little martial arts.

What do you have to offer to challenge me?

With your 150,000 Yangzhou recruits who haven't even seen blood yet?

Or is it based on your so-called superior martial arts skills?

His laughter abruptly stopped, his gaze turning icy as he stared at Wei Xiaobao, his tone filled with mockery and an air of absolute confidence:

Since you knew all along that I had mobilized elite troops to defend the palace, turning the Forbidden City into an impregnable fortress...

Do they still naively believe that they can leave the Forbidden City unscathed and swagger away today?

Wei Xiaobao, you're too arrogant.

The projected image of Wei Xiaobao shook his head slightly, a complex expression of pity and disappointment on his face.

Do you think that by sending troops into the palace and sealing off the Forbidden City, you can really take me down? Not necessarily.

What Kangxi hated most was Wei Xiaobao's calm yet confident expression, as if he had everything under control.

This made him feel that his imperial dignity had been challenged and despised like never before.

He roared:

Shut up! I hate your self-righteous attitude the most.

Don't think that just because you're good at martial arts you can do whatever you want and have no respect for the emperor.

Today I will show you properly.

What will be the fate of those who oppose me and the entire Qing Dynasty?