My wife is Invincible East

That means the Tianming Sect needs talents!

Otherwise, no matter how many followers the Tianming Sect had, they were just ordinary civilians with low combat effectiveness, like a pile of loose sand. Furthermore, Zhu Moye didn't like management; it was a headache and a hassle. Otherwise, he wouldn't have handed over the politics of the Ming Dynasty to his younger brother and left to roam freely.

Because political management is really troublesome, especially for a free-spirited person like Zhu Moye, he doesn't like management even more. Especially with tens of thousands of people, let alone management, Zhu Moye felt dizzy just looking at it.

What's more, he still has the ultimate mission to complete, so how can he have time to manage the believers under his command!

So, he decided to find someone to help him, so he could be a hands-off boss, free and easy, and save the girl. Obviously, the former minister Qiao Li was a good choice. Although he was a little old now, he looked energetic and in good shape. He still had decades to live, which was enough to help him.

Thinking of this, Zhu Moye didn't want to continue with the polite nonsense. That was not his character. He got straight to the point and said, "Minister Qiao Li, on behalf of the Tianming Sect, I now invite you to join!"

"You want to invite me to join the Tianming Sect?"

Upon hearing this, the former minister Qiao Li frowned, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Human Emperor, although I really yearn for the Destiny Cult, I really don't have the heart to join it."

"Father has come to the imperial capital this time to regain power, resolve the current corruption in the empire, and eliminate the blood clots."

Sibia was afraid that Zhu Moye would misunderstand her father's intentions, so she quickly explained, "If it weren't for this incident, I believe my father would be happy to join the Tianming Sect."

"Clear the blood? Minister Jolly, do you think you have the ability to do that?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Moye asked back without any surprise on his face.

"I believe I can!"

Former Minister Qiao Li nodded. With his connections, as long as he returned to the imperial capital, many of his friends would surely come forward to help him, and he believed that it would not be difficult for him to reorganize the empire's politics.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Moye subconsciously shook his head. Former Minister Qiao Li had imagined everything was too good to be true. Did he think everything was under his control? It was too natural!

Although Zhu Moye couldn't bear to attack the former minister Qiao Li, after all, the other party was also old, but he had to make him face reality: "You want to use the connections you have accumulated over the years to regroup and make a political move? I'm really sorry, Ernest also thought of this step. He used his power to send people to assassinate most of your friends, and forged evidence to slander the revolutionary army branch Night Raid Organization... Now you return to the imperial capital, and there is only one end, that is, to be sent to the guillotine! If you don't believe it, you can go to the imperial capital. I won't force you. It's a pity that Miss Sibia will also die with you. I really can't bear to see the beautiful Miss Sibia die so tragically at such a young age. After all, she is still unmarried."

"Father!"

Miss Sibia turned pale when she heard this and bit her lip.

"How do I know if what you say is true or false?"

Former Minister Qiao Li was silent for a long time, half believing and half doubting.

Chapter 295 Inviting Minister Jolly

"It's up to you to believe it or not."

Zhu Moye didn't explain too much. He had already said this, and there was no need to elaborate. If the other party's brain was not rusty, he should understand what he meant. If the other party still refused to change, Zhu Moye could only say that he could do nothing to help. After all, there were many talented people in the world. If the former minister Qiao Li was unwilling, he could look for other talents.

He didn't believe that in such a big world, there was no one capable of governing the country.

"Cough cough!"

Upon hearing this, former Minister Qiao Li's face turned extremely embarrassed, his breathing stagnated, and he suddenly started coughing.

"Father, are you okay?"

Miss Sibia glanced at her father, Jolly, whose face was red from coughing and who was gasping for breath. She asked worriedly, "Is Father feeling better? Have some water!"

She quickly poured a glass of water for Jolly, but because of the snow outside, the once steaming hot water was now only slightly warm, and by the time Jolly drank it, it was completely cold. However, this glass of cold water did solve his cough problem. At the same time, he calmed down.

Qiao Li was not some stupid fool. On the contrary, he was very intelligent and a good person for governing a country. He certainly understood what Zhu Moye said. Since the other party had openly sent assassins to kill him in the suburbs, what else could he not do?

I'm afraid it's really as Zhu Moye said, all the officials in the imperial capital who have connections with him have been assassinated!

Damn you Ernest, you scoundrel!

Qiao Li couldn't help cursing in his heart, and at the same time he felt guilty. If he hadn't insisted on returning to the imperial capital, his old friends might not have been in trouble. But because of his decision, they even lost their lives!

Qiao Li's eyes were filled with pain and guilt. He blamed himself and said, "Human Emperor, you didn't have to lie to me, so I believed everything you said. I feel really guilty towards their families. They died because of me... Alas!"

After this sigh, Qiao Li seemed to have aged ten years. He was completely listless, his eyes filled with guilt. His return to the imperial capital was intended to clean up politics and heal the blood clots. However, he hadn't anticipated that even before his return, a bloody storm would erupt. A group of officials associated with him were assassinated, leaving behind only his children and wife, unable to survive.

I feel ashamed of you!

Qiao Li opened the car door and walked onto the icy snow. He knelt down on his knees, tears welling up in his eyes. He blamed himself and said, "Qiao Li is the one who let you down. It's Qiao Li's fault. If Qiao Li hadn't insisted on returning to the imperial capital, I'm afraid nothing would have happened to you, and your family wouldn't have been torn apart."

"Father, this matter has nothing to do with you, don't blame yourself!"

Miss Sibia's eyes turned red when she saw this. She also got out of the car and braved the cold wind to come to the side of the former minister Qiao Li. She knelt beside him, shielding him from the wind and snow, and comforted him: "Father, you are also doing this for the common people and for this country...Qing, don't blame yourself."

"But...what can I use to fight that fellow Ernest now?"

Jolly shook his head, tears streaming down his face. It was the first time he'd cried in thirty years... As they say, men don't cry easily, only when they're heartbroken. Jolly was no exception. He'd been a minister of the Empire, what storms had he not seen? He'd weathered them all... because he had a clear conscience. But now, he felt guilty, having brought his best friend to his death.

"stand up."

"let me go!"

"Shut up!"

Zhu Moye helped Miss Sibia up, and under her puzzled gaze, he kissed her pink lips fiercely and whispered, "You watch carefully from the side. You can't use soft words to deal with an old man's sadness!"

"Ok!"

Miss Sibia calmed down, covered her lips, and looked at Zhu Moye strangely.

"Minister Jolly, are you going to be so decadent? If so, I think you should commit suicide and be a coward!"

Zhu Moye laughed coldly, not forgetting to hit her: "Because you are crying and making a fuss like a child, it will only make Miss Sibia sad. Instead of this, you might as well die and be a coward and escape!"

"I'm not a coward!"

Upon hearing this, former Minister Qiao Li became angry.

"Your Majesty the Human Emperor..."

Sibia was also shocked when he heard this. Why did the other party still say words to provoke his father? What if his father really couldn't bear it and ran to commit suicide? After all, anything is possible, and no possibility can be denied.

"Miss Sibiya, please don't say anything. Let me teach this old, undead guy a lesson. Cholly, you say you're not a coward? You're crying like a woman. You're not even as good as a woman!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Moye mocked without any expression on his face.

"You dare to talk nonsense!"

Former Minister Jolly roared, "You bastard!" At this point, he calmed down in the cold wind and said with a wry smile, "How can I fight that villain Ernest? How can I take revenge?"

"Join the Tianming Sect and I will lend you my power!"

Zhu Moye's eyes flashed with a gleam, but his tone towards Qiao Li was still very cold and emotionless. "I'll give you half an hour to consider. If you join the Tianming Sect, I will give you the power and the means to seek revenge and bring order to the world. After all, I founded this Tianming Sect on behalf of the will of Heaven, with the goal of saving all people..."

"Okay, I will join the Tianming Sect!"

Former Minister Joly agreed without hesitation. He was deeply disappointed by the rotten state of the empire... riddled with holes, infested with maggots, and beyond repair. Originally, the empire could still be saved, but most of the officials who had been the panacea for the empire had been assassinated, leaving the entire empire in the hands of the villain Ernest... Joly was powerless to do anything.

Although he couldn't bear it, he still gave up and chose the Tianming Sect, which could bring peace and prosperity to the people.

"Father!"

Miss Sibia's face lit up and she said excitedly.

"Welcome to the Destiny Cult, Minister Qiao Li!"

Chapter 296: Trial of the Prisoner

Esdeath's Mansion, underground prison.

The environment was pitch black, with no sunlight visible. There were more than ten cells inside, each holding a prisoner, ranging in age from twenty to fifty. Each one had numerous scars on their bodies, looking shabby and unsightly.

The air was filled with the smell of decay.

The faces of the prisoners were extremely pale, their lifeless eyes revealing a strong sense of despair and death. However, their hands were chained, and to prevent them from biting their tongues to commit suicide, every one of their teeth was broken.

They were all civil servants of high rank and position within the Empire, and had a close relationship with the former Minister, Joly, through their mentorship. They had originally intended to build momentum for Joly, paving the way for his return to the Empire. However, the scoundrel Minister Ernest learned of their plans, and numerous assassins were targeted, forcing many to flee the Imperial Capital overnight. However, only a handful managed to escape.

These dozen or so people had failed to escape, were captured by Esdeath, and were imprisoned in Esdeath's own private prison for two days. During these two days, they had endured all kinds of torture, a life worse than death.

Death may be a happy thing for them.

boom!

The iron door of the prison made a heavy sound, and Queen Super S walked in first, followed by several imperial soldiers. Their positions should be similar to guards, but they were actually the jailers of this prison.

Glancing at the dozen or so prisoners, Esdeath sat on a chair, snapped her fingers, and said calmly, "Bring them out."

"Yes, my lord!"

Several jailers quickly opened the cages and brought more than a dozen prisoners to Queen Esdeath. The more than ten prisoners stared at Esdeath with angry eyes, wishing they could eat their flesh and drink their blood.

"Your Majesty!"

Several guards frowned and gave each of them a vicious kick, forcing them to kneel. They stood aside, their hands hanging, silent. But their fierce eyes fixed on the dozen or so prisoners, their hands still clutching whips soaked in chili oil.

"Esdeath, you filthy woman, you will die a miserable death. What crime have we committed? Why do you imprison us... I will impeach you and suspend you from office."

"You stinking woman, the Empire is only being made more and more corrupt by people like you. Sooner or later, the Empire will be destroyed by you... You've killed so many of our colleagues and imprisoned us. When Lord Jolly returns, it will be your end."

"Hmph, Lord Jolly will be back in the imperial capital soon."

"That old scoundrel, Ernest, does he think he can still control the government and manipulate His Majesty with impunity? Humph!"

More than a dozen prisoners started cursing at Esdeath.

"Shut up!"

"How dare you insult Lady Esdeath, you bastards!"

Upon hearing this, several jailers became furious and continued to whip more than ten prisoners with whips, making them curl up and scream in pain. However, the insults they uttered became louder and louder, and they did not succumb to the power of the whipping.

The whip soaked in chili oil was whipped on their bodies. In just over ten seconds, more than ten scars appeared on their bodies. The intense pain like burning fire was transmitted back to their minds. The pain made their faces turn pale, cold sweat broke out, and they kept gasping for breath.

"You bunch of running dogs, fight us and kill us in the end!"

"Smelly running dog!"

"what!"

"Keep going, it feels so good!"

More than a dozen prisoners endured the pain and laughed deliberately.

“I won’t cry until I see the coffin!”

Several jailers, their faces growing increasingly furious, quickly drew their swords and decapitated one of the prisoners. The head rolled to the ground, its eyes wide open, its eyes wide open in death. The man's head had been severed from his neck, and blood gushed from the bowl-sized wound on his neck, splattering the faces of the remaining prisoners. Warm blood slid down their cheeks.

They were stunned for a moment, their faces suddenly ferocious, and they all stood up and rushed towards the jailers. Although their hands and feet were shackled, the jailers were too close to them. They took three steps at a time, and more than ten people rushed forward and knocked the jailers down.

"Humph!"

Super S Queen Esdeath frowned, opened her small hand, and countless sharp ice cubes appeared in front of her. With a light wave, countless sharp ice cubes were like bullets bursting out of guns and cannons, piercing the hands and feet of more than a dozen prisoners.

"what!"

More than a dozen screams filled the prison.

Several jailers also pushed away more than a dozen prisoners and started punching and kicking them, hitting the flesh and the vital points with their punches and kicks, without holding back at all, as if they were venting their revenge for the sneak attack they had just received.

"All right!"

Queen Esdeath waved her hand, signaling the guards to stop. She said coldly, "Tell me the whereabouts of your companions, and I'll kill you. Furthermore, I'll send someone to take good care of your families."

"Pooh!"

More than a dozen prisoners sneered and angrily spat, "Forget it. We won't betray their whereabouts."

"Is this your choice?"

Queen Esdeath lifted her chin, her gaze fixed on them. The corners of her mouth curled up slightly as she sneered, "If that's the case, keeping you around doesn't seem to make any sense, and you're just taking up space. Come on, burn them at the stake!"

"Yes, Lady Esdeath!"

Upon hearing this, several jailers looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and took several prisoners to a cell and locked them all in. The originally spacious cell now became crowded.

"What are you going to do?"

"You bitch!"

A dozen or so prisoners sensed something was amiss. They suddenly spotted burnt bones beneath their feet and the shadows of flames on the walls. Their faces paled, their hearts skipped a beat, and they glanced at the guards with fear.

"You'll find out later."

A jailer poured a large amount of oil on more than ten prisoners, covered his nose, and said in a strange voice: "Enjoy it!"

"This is oil, what are you going to do!"

More than a dozen prisoners said loudly, their faces pale.