Traveling through countless heavens, an immortal being

Three days later...

Li Er, Fang Shiyu, Fang's mother, and other heroes of the Red Flower Society walked out of the mountains and stopped in front of a secluded stronghold near the sea.

"Grandpa Immortal, look! This is the headquarters of our Red Flower Society!" Fang Shiyu's face was full of joy.

This pursuit of the traitor not only eliminated the internal enemy but also brought him a divine grandfather figure who resembled Lao Tzu. He couldn't help but be happy, after all, he was still a child not yet twenty years old.

Looking at the face in front of him that resembled a certain martial arts star, Lear stroked his beard. At first glance, it looked very similar, and upon closer inspection, it was only slightly similar. However, the real Fang Shiyu in this world was even more energetic than him, worthy of being a protagonist who had practiced martial arts since childhood.

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While Li Er was still sighing to himself, Fang's mother, who had exchanged a secret signal with the guards watching over the stronghold, was already beckoning them to come in.

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The headquarters of the Red Flower Society was quite lively, with men, women, children, artisans, doctors, diviners, and soldiers all present. It was a paradise far removed from oppressive government.

As Li Er walked closer to the center of Dazhai, he even saw a large hall with no doors on any side and bamboo curtains hanging on it. Inside, several women and children were taking care of a dozen or so babies lying in individual bamboo cradles.

It is important to understand that throughout history, the number of babies has represented the future of a country and even a family. If the people in a place have the ability to conceive and raise children, then the future of that country or family will surely be infinitely bright.

Lear stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly. This was the Red Flower Society, which had always been dedicated to overthrowing the Qing and restoring the Ming. With these children, they had a successor.

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Lear and his party walked for almost the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before they reached the small square in front of the Brotherhood Hall, the headquarters of the Red Flower Society.

They had barely arrived when they heard the crowd cheering, "The Grand Master is back! The Grand Master is back!"

Lear looked up at the sound and saw a man wearing a jade-inlaid hat, a melon-shaped hat, and a Suzhou-style brocade long gown, using his light-footed skills.

He quickly swept past the crowd and sat down on a chair on a low platform under the high wall opposite the Gathering Hall, where the rules of the Red Flower Society were written.

After Lear saw him sit down, he waved his fan and bowed to the surroundings. Looking at his face, he couldn't help but admire him, for he was indeed a dignified leader.

Upon seeing him sit down, Fang Shiyu excitedly walked up to him, knelt down, and bowed, "Fang Shiyu greets Chief Chen! The traitor has been executed! Please, Chief Chen, give it a try."

The chief guild leader stepped down from the stage and personally helped Fang Shiyu up, raising his hand to brush the dust off his shoulders.

"Brother Fang and Sister-in-law Fang have had a long journey, and all you brave warriors have also had a long journey."

The Grand Master turned around and saw Lear riding on the back of a blue ox, fanning himself with a banana leaf fan, and was stunned.

"Who is this Taoist priest?"

Seeing the leader's puzzled expression, Fang Shiyu offered to explain, "Leader, you don't know, if we hadn't met this divine old man, we probably wouldn't have made it back."

The Grand Master was also good-natured. He clasped his hands in greeting to Lear, who was sitting on the back of the blue ox, and said "Thank you for your hard work." He then instructed his men to prepare a welcoming banquet for all the heroes.

Suddenly, a woman carrying a two- or three-month-old baby rushed out from the crowd of onlookers.

"Chief Master! Chief Master Chen!" The woman walked up to the Chief Master, knelt down with a thud, picked up the child, and said, "Chief Master has not returned for a long time. Please, Chief Master Chen, name the child."

As the leader of the sect, with a kind expression, picked up the child and pondered what name to give him, his sister-in-law, who had been kneeling, suddenly attacked. She drew a dagger from her waist and stabbed it straight into the leader's heart.

Suddenly, a bald, burly man with a sinister and ruthless face emerged from the crowd and kicked the assassin aside.

"Where did this petty thief come from! How dare he attempt to assassinate the leader!" he said, and was about to step forward to kill the female assassin.

Mr. Chen took the initiative to hold the child, and only stopped when he shouted "Stop!"

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The leader of the sect looked around. He asked the onlookers if they had seen the assassin before, and who had let him in.

Suddenly, a little boy of three or four years old was found in the crowd, crying and saying that he had asked the second-in-command to let the assassin in because he couldn't bear to do it.

The bald, burly man's face turned ashen upon hearing this. This was his own son, and in his youthful ignorance, he dared to say such things in public!

He took three steps at a time and walked up to the child, raising his knee to kick him to death, but unexpectedly, Qingniu stepped in front of the child and blocked him.

Seeing that his self-inflicted injury scheme had failed, the second-in-command could only leave with a grim face, arranging a welcome banquet as an excuse.

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Looking at the departing second-in-command, Li Er felt that the plot seemed familiar. He quickly remembered that in movies and TV shows, this second-in-command was a villain who was bribed by the Tartars to try to kill the leader, Chen Jialuo. Knowing what happened next would make things much easier in this world.

Lear planned to ask Chen Jialuo about the situation after the welcoming banquet.

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The group enjoyed a "delicious feast" in the Red Flower Society's version in a brightly lit hall, with several hall masters and incense masters accompanying them. The meal was a pleasant one for both the host and guests.

The moon was high in the sky, and everyone went home to rest. Only Lear, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan, walked through the houses in the village as if he were in an empty place, and went up the low hill behind the Hall of Righteousness.

Coincidentally, Chen Jialuo was also enjoying the cool breeze and moonlight in a small pavilion on a brick platform in the same area.

"The Grand Master has quite the refined taste."

Hearing the voice, Chen Jialuo looked over. When he saw Li Er arrive, he politely stood up and said, "Old Taoist priest, are you not used to the humid heat of the south? It's cooler up here at night than down below. I often come here to cool off."

Chen Jialuo invited Li Er to sit down in the pavilion.

The two sat facing each other, each leaning against one side of the railing, and Lear spoke first.

"Chief, I am also skilled in divination. I noticed during the day that you looked worried, so I came here at night to offer you some guidance."

Chen Jialuo remained unmoved upon hearing this, saying, "Daoist, you must have misjudged. I was just traveling all day yesterday and only arrived at the ship's hull this evening, so I haven't had time to wash my face yet."

Upon hearing this, Lear chuckled, fanning himself with a banana leaf fan and gazing at the bright moon surrounded by stars on the horizon. "Chief Chen, what are your views on the current Qing Dynasty and the former Ming Dynasty?"

Chen Jialuo frowned. He couldn't figure out what kind of person this old Taoist was. After the banquet, he bowed to Fang Shiyu and his mother, as well as several brothers from the sect who had gone with him to eliminate the traitor. They all said that this old Taoist had descended from the heavens riding an ox and could control thunder. They praised the old Taoist highly in their words.

Chen Jialuo was a kind and generous man. In the past, when the Tartars invaded, he would only kill the head of the troublesome Tartar camp and make them retreat, without ordering the brothers of the Red Flower Society to fight again.

Lear detested this kind of womanly compassion towards the enemy, both in his past and present lives, which is why he brought up a topic to test Chen Jialuo.

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Chen Jialuo's mind was racing, but he showed no sign of it on his face.

He spoke while gently fanning himself with a folding fan, "If the Daoist insists on asking for my opinion, I do have a humble suggestion."

"This humble Taoist priest is all ears."

Chen Jialuo turned his head and looked at the torches patrolling the village at the foot of the mountain, and slowly spoke.

"From the time Emperor Yizong Lie hanged himself on Coal Hill, the Ming Dynasty was already dead. The so-called Southern Ming was nothing more than a group of scholar-officials playing house with the remaining imperial family. It was not a proper court. The military garrisons did not obey imperial edicts and the powerful clans did not pay taxes. In the end, the Southern Ming was destroyed by internal and external discord, which made the emperor sigh with regret."

"In just eighteen years, four emperors and two regents appeared one after another. The throne changed frequently, the policies were inconsistent, and the balance between civil and military affairs was disrupted. It is pitiful that those loyal to the emperor and those who served the country all became the wronged souls under the Tartars' swords. Even more pitiful are the millions of people who were repeatedly killed and slaughtered by the Ming and Qing armies. Many families were wiped out, and many clans were exterminated, leaving nine out of ten houses empty. Today, you can still see desolate villages..."

As Chen Jialuo spoke with deep sorrow, tears welled in his eyes. It seemed he had great resentment towards the inactive scholar-officials and members of the imperial family in the Southern Ming Dynasty, and felt even more pity for the ordinary people. This was probably the original intention behind his founding of the Red Flower Society.

After calming himself down, Chen Jialuo folded the fan and continued speaking.

"As for the Qing court, I have absolutely no goodwill towards them. A bunch of barbarians have turned this beautiful land into a place of stench and chaos. Now they are building massive construction projects to house the Manchu bannermen, and they are also seizing land, plundering the people's property, harming the innocent, and taking away other men's wives and daughters. Their evil deeds are too numerous to record even if all the bamboo in the Southern Mountains were used! Moreover, since the Manchus entered the pass and the world fell into ruin, there have been the Yangzhou Massacre and the Jiading Massacre. How can the countless blood debts be fully recounted?! In the past, General Yue Fei said that he had the ambition to eat the flesh of the barbarians when hungry and drink the blood of the Huns when thirsty. I wish I could be under General Yue Fei's command, and I can only cut down some Manchus to pay tribute to those who died for their country..."

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After listening to Chen Jialuo finish speaking, Li Er used his divine sense to investigate and found that what he said was entirely from the bottom of his heart, so he couldn't help but nod in approval.

Chen Jialuo then opened his folding fan and fanned himself. A damp, light sea breeze blew in, and the leader took out a handkerchief to wipe away a few tears that had flowed from his emotional state.

"I was so moved that I shed tears; please forgive my embarrassment, Taoist priest..."

"Not at all, not at all. The Grand Master cares deeply for the common people; how could you possibly be a laughingstock?"

Chen Jialuo stood up and bowed to Li Er. "Daoist Master, it is late. I am now sober and will be going down the mountain to rest. Would you like to come with me?"

"I'd like to enjoy the breeze a bit more; it's too hot in the south, and I'm not used to it."

"Then I, Chen, will go down the mountain first. Daoist, you should also get some rest."

"Thank you for the reminder, Chief. Please do as you see fit."

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Li Er watched Chen Jialuo descend the mountain along the stone path, seeing his figure disappear around the bend into the night. He then turned to look at the dark forest and let out a soft shout.

"Second Master, the Grand Master has returned. Come out."

"The Taoist priest has excellent eyesight," a cold voice said. The bald second-in-command, who had appeared during the day with a sinister and ruthless face, slowly walked out from behind a big tree. The moonlight shone on his face, making him look as terrifying as a ghost. If a child saw him, he would surely be frightened to tears.

Lear stroked his beard as he looked at him. "Second Master, I'm giving you some advice: those who do many evil deeds will surely perish. If you continue to secretly collude with the Tartars, you may be in mortal danger."

The second-in-command's face twisted in disgust. "You old bastard! You ruined my plans during the day, and then you dared to let Chen Jialuo go at night, causing me to miss a golden opportunity! Tonight, I'll take your life!"

After speaking, the second-in-command attacked Lear with his hands in a claw-like shape. Lear stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding. As the second-in-command grabbed, he raised his hand and used his banana leaf fan to deflect the attack, disrupting the claw technique. He then threw the Vajra Bracelet forward, which struck the second-in-command in the chest and flew back into Lear's hand. With a soft "crack," the second-in-command immediately collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood and dying.

Lear shook his head as he looked at the second-in-command who had been crushed to death. "Fortune and misfortune have no fixed gate; they are summoned by oneself. The retribution for good and evil follows like a shadow. I tried to advise you with good words, but you were blinded by calamity and could not listen. Now you are dead, which can be considered as retribution."

As soon as Lear finished speaking, the ground around the second-in-command softened, sinking his body into the earth and burying it deep. The world was spared another menace.

Lear gazed at the gathering clouds in the sky and murmured to himself, "It's going to rain. Good rain. This world is too dirty and chaotic. Now, a good downpour will wash it all away..."

Lear, fanning himself with a banana leaf fan, turned and slowly descended the mountain. Thunder rumbled in the sky, signaling an impending downpour...

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The next day, under a bright sun, after getting up and washing, Li Er bid farewell to Fang Shiyu and his mother, as well as Chen Jialuo, and then led the blue ox away from the Red Flower Society headquarters.

Declining their entreaties and the travel expenses they offered, Lear left the village alone to look towards the nearest city, Guangfu.

As the ancients said, hearing is believing and seeing is believing. If we come to this world and don't kill some Tartars to accumulate merit, wouldn't that be a wasted trip? What a pity. At least we should destroy those twenty-odd Manchu cities and wipe out those Tartars to make our journey in this world worthwhile. I think the Heavenly Dao would be happy to see it happen.

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Li Er rode his blue ox and hovered above the city of Guangfu, looking down at the disgusting creatures with rat tails. He felt a little nauseous. Although the Red Flower Society had similar appearances before, the people there were forced into it and were cheerful and generous. But now, the people in this city were all filthy, with shifty eyes and arrogant attitudes.

Lear scanned the entire city with his divine sense from high above and found not a single person who hated the Tartars and harbored feelings for the Ming Dynasty. Without further delay, he made a hand seal with one hand and channeled his magic power with the other, waving his banana leaf fan downwards. Small whirlwinds formed and suddenly transformed into giant whirlwinds over eight zhang wide, completely destroying the brick-clad Manchu city, which was built to house only the Manchus. Lear looked at the Manchus being ground to dust by bricks, stones, and wood, and the Manchu city reduced to ruins, with not a single survivor left, and laughed heartily from high above. He had finally avenged some of the grievances against his murdered ancestors.

Lear laughed for a while and then instructed the blue ox to turn its cloud around. He was going to remove these "nails" one by one. These cities, which were like dog skin plasters, should not have been built on this beautiful land.

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In less than half a month, more than twenty Manchu cities built since the Tartars entered the pass, along with countless Manchu people living inside, were all turned into a pile of indivisible blood-red rubble by Lear's giant whirlwind. The prefects and magistrates of the surrounding prefectures and counties were so frightened that they wrote memorials and sent them to the capital by express courier.

Upon reading these memorials, the Manchu emperor, a self-proclaimed emperor, vomited blood and fell into a coma. Such enormous losses made the Manchu system teeter on the brink of collapse. After the imperial physician revived the emperor, the princes and ministers of the court rushed to the capital to pay homage to him. Before leaving, they reminded their steward to sell their family property and exchange it for gold so that they could carry it with them.

The streets were filled with carriages of all kinds, and those who could enter the palace were all trusted ministers and members of the royal family of the Tartar emperor. Seeing the chaos, the people of the city began to frantically buy grain in front of the various grain stores. This made the storekeeper very happy, and he ordered his clerk to rewrite the signs. He had to raise the prices! If people were rushing to buy, the prices had to be raised!

Seeing the crowds scrambling to buy grain even at inflated prices, the shopkeepers beamed with pride. "Great! The more chaotic it is, the more money we make!" they thought, and began planning to raise prices again later...

Such good times don't come around often...

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In the palace...

The atmosphere in the East Warm Pavilion was oppressive. The Tartar emperor, dressed in a dark blue robe woven with dragons from lake silk, sat on the dragon throne with a sallow face, looking at the ministers in the hall. Seeing that they remained silent, he raised his hand, grabbed the covered bowl held by the eunuch beside him, and smashed it on the carpet. The sound of the porcelain shattering made the princes and ministers tremble, but they still silently kept their eyes downcast.

The emperor's anger flared even more at their behavior. "Speak up! Have you all taken some kind of poison to make you mute? If you don't give me a proper explanation today, none of you are leaving this palace!"

Seeing that the emperor was getting anxious, the Grand Secretary Asuna rose from his seat and said, "Your Majesty, this servant believes that we should send troops to suppress them."

Upon hearing this, the prince beside him, clutching his jade snuff bottle, said sarcastically, "Asuna, you say you'll suppress them, but where are the soldiers? If we send out the soldiers from this city, how will they protect the Emperor?"

"Prince Duan, what do you suggest we do if we don't send troops?"

"What am I supposed to do? I'm not some heavenly warrior. The entire city outside is destroyed, and all the Manchus are gone. What am I supposed to do? Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice!"

At this moment, the Minister of the Imperial Study and Minister of Personnel, Solang, spoke up, "Your Majesty, this old minister believes that we should now consider negotiating peace."

"Oh, Lord Suo, you're getting old and your bones are softening? Peace talks? Are you going to pay for them?"

"You! Pei Bu! What are you saying?!"

"That's all I'm saying! The truth! If you don't like it, sit down!"

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Listening to the chaotic and incoherent suggestions below, none of them sound, the Emperor, propped up on a soft pillow, groaned in pain. He waved his hand, "Enough!" and said through gritted teeth, looking up. "More than twenty Manchu cities have been reduced to ruins, with not a single Manchu survivor. The troops in the capital region are our only remaining strength… Now…"

With red eyes and gritted teeth, the Emperor issued an edict: "Prince Duan, you are my brother, a member of the imperial family. I order you to immediately conduct a full-scale search of the entire city, looting all grain, fodder, gold, and silver, and escort them all to Shanhaiguan to await further orders! There must be no mistakes!"

"Your Majesty, we obey! Long live the Emperor!"

Upon hearing the emperor's decree, the princes and ministers outwardly appeared grief-stricken but inwardly overjoyed. "Excellent! A wise man knows when to yield! Of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best! We'll have our servants ransack the place when we get back..."

As soon as they received the imperial decree and left the palace, each boarding a carriage or sedan chair to return home, they heard the servants carrying the sedan chairs and the guards scream in terror, as if they had seen something horrifying.

Lifting the curtain, one sees dark clouds pressing down on the city, threatening to crush it. The clouds are so low they seem about to fall, their blackness deeper than ink. Amidst the swirling winds, rumbling thunder echoes from the churning clouds, and bolts of purple lightning strike down from afar. The smoky aroma of roasted meat carried by the wind terrifies them.

Now these princes and ministers knew why their servants had fled: the thunder was still relentlessly approaching the Forbidden City. These princes and ministers, trembling with fear, scrambled and stumbled, no longer caring about their dignity. Escaping was the priority; they didn't care about anything else.

They had just been helped into the imperial city by the palace guards to go to the emperor to pick them up and run away when they heard a rumbling thunder, and then a noble purple was reflected in their eyes.

"This color is so beautiful."

As they thought of those words, everything went black and they were chopped into charcoal.

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Lear watched them run into the Forbidden City from the clouds with a cold laugh. How convenient! They could be caught in one fell swoop.

Lear raised his hand and pointed, and lightning struck the East Warm Pavilion. As a bolt of lightning flashed, a purple lightning bolt, as thick as a millstone, struck down with a deafening roar, instantly obliterating the eunuchs and guards serving in the East Warm Pavilion and the emperor lying on the kang (heated brick bed).

Lear turned to look northeast and pointed again. A bolt of purple lightning traveled thousands of miles, striking the tombs of the Taiji and Nur demons, causing the earth and rocks to crumble and incinerate the corpses of these two monsters. Lear then used his banana leaf fan to unleash several whirlwinds towards the Eastern and Western Tombs of the Tartars and the Fengxian Hall, destroying all these places filled with demonic energy. Only then did he use his magic to create a protective barrier over the imperial city and several princely residences to protect the treasures looted by the Tartars from damage. He then used lightning to clear the capital region, which was filled with the stench of the barbarians, inch by inch from south to north and from east to west, until there were no survivors and only ruins everywhere before the dark clouds dissipated.

Feeling the warmth and joy emanating from the secondary list of deities, Li Er nodded in agreement. Indeed, slaying demons and monsters was the best way to accumulate good deeds.

Lear patted the blue ox and told it to ride the clouds to the Red Flower Society's headquarters. At that moment, the sky brightened, and everything was bathed in light...

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In the blink of an eye, the green ox galloped up the clouds to the sky above the Red Flower Society's headquarters. Lear looked down and saw the village bustling with activity as people sharpened their swords. The men had cut off their ugly braids and were all bald as they practiced with their swords, while the women were cooking, washing clothes, and honing their weapons.

Li Er scanned the area with his divine sense but could not find the Red Flower Society's leader, Fang Shiyu and his mother, or any of the hall masters and incense masters. He assumed they had gone to war. Just as he was about to order the Green Ox to ride the clouds and search for them, he saw banners fluttering and horses neighing three miles away.

Lear no longer concealed himself, descending from the clouds and hovering in front of Chen Jialuo, who was riding a black-maned horse and wearing a suit of bright fish-scale armor.

Fang Shiyu followed Chen Jialuo on horseback. When he saw Li Er, he dismounted first and exclaimed, "Grandpa Immortal, you're back!"

Fang's mother quickly stopped him, pulling Fang Shiyu to kneel down and pleading, "Please, God, don't be offended! He's just a child and doesn't know any better. You brat, hurry up and kowtow!"

"Yes, Mom. Your son, Fang Shiyu, pays his respects to the Immortal Grandpa."

Upon seeing Lear descend from the sky riding on a cloud of oxen, Chen Jialuo, who was at the front, quickly dismounted and knelt before Lear along with a group of generals behind him.

"A god! It's a god!"

Chen Jialuo and his brothers pay homage to the Great Immortal! "This humble Chen Jialuo has failed to recognize the face of the immortal, and is truly guilty. I beg the immortal to forgive our disrespect; Chen Jialuo deserves ten thousand deaths!"

Li Er stroked his beard and chuckled. He raised his right hand and used his banana leaf fan to create a gentle breeze, helping Chen Jialuo and the others to their feet.

"Please dispense with formalities, everyone. Now that Hu Xing has departed, I, the humble Taoist, have come on behalf of Heaven to proclaim an imperial edict. Chen Jialuo, kneel down and receive this decree."

The generals' eyes lit up when they heard Lear's words.

Chen Jialuo immediately knelt down, and Fang Shiyu and his mother, along with a group of generals, knelt down behind him.

Lear used his magic to retrieve the supplementary list of deities and held it high with his left hand.

"Chen Jialuo, the Grand Master of the Red Flower Society, hereby announces your appointment!"

"Chen Jialuo, a commoner, is here."

Lear's expression was solemn as he slowly spoke, "

Today, the Way is revealed, and thunder and lightning sweep away the stench of the barbarians, bringing purity to the world.

The flourishing of the nation brings forth righteous energy, ensuring peace and tranquility throughout the land.

"Now, Chen Jialuo, the chief leader of the Red Flower Society, has raised the banner of righteousness to restore the Han dynasty, working diligently and tirelessly without ever slacking off..."

As Lear recited the mantra, a sky full of red clouds began to appear, and purple mist began to swirl around him.

Every word he spoke, as the purple aura appeared and reverberated within the territory of the Han and Tang dynasties, automatically transformed into language that everyone could understand.

"I, Li Er, hereby proclaim on behalf of Heaven! The Red Flower Society is hereby dissolved, and its Grand Master Chen Jialuo is hereby appointed as the ruler of the new dynasty! May you heed the will of Heaven and bring peace to the people, and create a new golden age!"

The imperial edict was proclaimed throughout the land, the nine provinces, and beyond the Great Wall, so that all may hear it. Respectfully obey!

"Your subject Chen Jialuo receives the imperial decree! Your subject will surely restore the Han dynasty and continue its rule diligently. Heaven's justice is impartial; your subject respectfully wishes Heaven a long and prosperous reign!"

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As Lear finished reading the imperial decree, Chen Jialuo accepted the decree, expressed his gratitude, and bowed to the heavens. The purple aura surrounding Lear grew even stronger.

He looked down at Chen Jialuo and spoke again, "Your salary comes from the people's blood and sweat, Heaven inspires you, and the people cannot be deceived. New Emperor, you must remember these sixteen words and recite them day and night. Remember them well, remember them well."

Chen Jialuo and his generals remained kneeling on the ground. Upon hearing this, Chen Jialuo respectfully replied, "Your subject obeys Your Majesty's instructions, keeps them firmly in mind, and dares not forget them. I will certainly use them as a guide for governing the country and shepherding the people."

Li Er was still a little uneasy after hearing his answer. He used his magic to take a stone from a small hill in the main camp and used his magic to deeply engrave the sixteen characters "Your salary and emoluments are the people's blood and sweat, Heaven inspires the people, and the people are not to be deceived" on the stone.

Li Er raised his hand again and pinched a wisp of the laws of nature into the sky before placing the admonitory stone in front of Chen Jialuo.

"New Emperor, once you ascend the throne, place this admonitory stone in the main seat of the court and worship it day and night, so that no unfilial descendant may emerge in future generations, lest the land be plunged into chaos and the nation sink."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jialuo became even more respectful, saying, "I will obey Your Majesty's will."

Li Er stared at him for a moment, then raised his hand and flicked a ray of spiritual light into Fang Shiyu's arms before slowly riding the purple aura into the sky...

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Chen Jialuo and the others respectfully saw Lear off into the sky before standing up.

He looked up at the figure gradually blurring in the purple mist, his eyes hardening with determination.