I'm a magnetic field madman

"Come, accept this power..."

……

Dongping Commandery, formerly Dahe Commandery and Dongping Kingdom, had 83,048 households and a population of 51,509. It governed nine counties and was one of the largest commanderies in the Sui Dynasty.

In stark contrast to Yuhang, this vast county was terribly desolate.

Even though it was dusk, there were hardly any living people on the streets of this huge city.

Only the bleak autumn wind swirls up fallen leaves, scattering them all over the ground.

The biggest reason is that it is too close to Luoyang.

As one of the gateways to Daxing City, Dongping County was practically a must-win location for anyone hoping to conquer the world by "going to Luoyang"...

Although the rebel armies all over the world are fighting so fiercely that their brains are about to fly out, no one has yet broken through this place.

But this is only because the powerful clans are holding back, all wanting to be the ones who suffer the consequences. Dongping County is destined to be trampled, crushed, and ravaged by the army.

Bai Wujie and his group had seen many similar places before.

This journey, spanning most of the Sui Dynasty, essentially witnessed the decline of the dynasty in its final years and the reasons for its downfall.

"Once I become emperor, all those powerful clans will die!"

Kou Zhong looked at the little beggar who had frozen to death by the roadside and sneered...

It wasn't for justice, but simply because Kou Zhong had been incredibly annoyed by those powerful and influential families along the way!

Rather than saying that the emperor abused the people, it would be more accurate to say that the powerful clans were abusing the world!

It's not that the emperor is innocent, because he himself is the most powerful and influential clan. And besides these powerful clans, are the other rebel armies really good people?

No, there isn't a single good person. The people of this world are just picking out the least bad one from a bunch of rubbish.

And what about Kou Zhong?

He was very self-aware; he didn't think he could become a saint or a wise king of ancient times... If he became emperor, he would definitely become a more tyrannical ruler than King Zhou of Shang and the First Emperor!

But he'll fucking do his best to be fair!

Because he fucking only allows himself to be the one who can control the fate of the people!

It's hard to say which is better, being humiliated by ten thousand nobles or by a madman—but at least the latter gives you a relatively better impression.

Because people are just that kind of cheap; it's obviously more comfortable to be oppressed by the strong than to be oppressed by something they don't know.

Because you can comfort yourself by saying that he is the stronger one, that everything he says is right, and that there's nothing we can do about it.

In reality, whether it's using superstitious notions of destiny or creating hype, these are all methods to "strengthen" oneself.

However, these methods are ultimately just approaches that lack sufficient power and purity.

Kou Zhong, he's determined to be an emperor who doesn't rely on any of this nonsense!

Even so, this "Blood Shark King" was still kicked in the butt by Bai Wujie and told to get lost.

Ever since that bastard also changed into the same color-changing outfit as Bai Wujie...

Bai Wujie seemed to suddenly awaken to the fact that his fashion sense was indeed quite terrible...

Back when we were fighting those martial gods on the land, everyone dressed like this and it didn't seem wrong... But suddenly, in a different environment, it feels quite different.

Bai Wujie has been thinking about whether he should get himself a more "stylish" and "cool" outfit!

However, after struggling to come up with a design to string human bones together and make a cape to hang on his back, Bai Wujie temporarily abandoned the idea.

Forget it, let the professionals handle it. Even the invincible White Emperor has things he's not good at!

Having arrived in Dongping County, Bai Wujie and his group had a very clear purpose: to go directly to the birthday banquet of the great Confucian scholar Wang Tong.

He wasn't going there to freeload. Although Bai Wujie didn't mind having both the wedding and funeral celebrations at the banquet, he went to find Wang Tong purely to find Wang Shichong, who was also at the banquet.

Using him as a springboard, Kou Zhong planned to go directly to Wagang Village, kill Li Mi and Zhai Rang, become the leader of Wagang Village, and then start the game of conquering the world!

Bai Wujie, who wasn't really in a big deal, decided to go and see what the commotion was about, especially since Shan Meixian had provided a lot of interesting information.

Putting aside the so-called "masters" who will appear at the birthday banquet, collecting their secret manuals might not be a bad idea... Most importantly, it is said that a woman named Shi Qingxuan will be there.

There's nothing wrong with a woman, but if she's the daughter of Shi Zhixuan, the leader of the Flower Sect, then the situation is different.

In Bai Wujie's eyes, it was a living, walking sample of a secret manual, interesting experimental material, and also bait to lure the elusive Evil King.

In short, this is yet another journey where you do your thing and I do mine.

But without a doubt, this will inevitably lead to the same thing as before—people will die, many, many people who were courting death.

"Is it really appropriate for us to just barge into someone else's birthday party like this?"

Wei Zhenzhen muttered cautiously, even at this point, the little maid still had a cautious, or rather, kind-hearted, nagging personality.

"Sister Zhen, we didn't come here as guests." Kou Zhong grinned.

"We're going to cause trouble. I'm looking for Wang Shichong, and our boss is going to find Shi Qingxuan. Since we've already become villains, why bother with all this nonsense?"

Wei Zhenzhen was undoubtedly overthinking things. After all, they had already made up their minds to go to the door and act like villains, so why bother with such trivial matters as etiquette?

Kou Zhong's words were met with approval from Bai Wujie and Xu Ziling... If Fu Junzhuo hadn't been on her side, Wei Zhenzhen would have even doubted whether she was the one with the problem.

"I've heard that Wang Tong is not only a renowned scholar, but also a highly skilled martial artist," Fu Junzhuo said, pausing slightly and glancing sideways.

"I know that martial arts skills don't matter to you, but he's a scholar with countless students. Aren't you afraid of being so rude..."

"Afraid he'll fabricate stories about us? Afraid his followers will smear us in history books?" Kou Zhong grinned, revealing his teeth.

"It's alright, I don't care about these things! If they remember it as true, fine, but if they're spreading rumors, just arrest them all and bury them in a pit. As for the books, pile them up and burn them all! What's that idiom again? Burn, burn..."

"It was the burning of books and burying of scholars alive. Young Master Zhong, you really should take a good look at your books." Xu Ziling sighed.

"You might be able to conquer the world with your fists, but if you want to govern the world, you can't just rely on your fists. Can't you read more books?"

"Isn't it because you're here?" Kou Zhonghun said nonchalantly.

"At worst, if I become emperor, I'll make you the crown prince!"

"Go to hell, you stinking bastard, you want to be my dad?"

While the two were bickering, they arrived at the residence of the great Confucian scholar Wang Tong.

16. Attending a banquet

Unlike the other desolate and dilapidated buildings in Dongping County, this magnificent courtyard was built tall and large, and in front of the mansion, there was a constant stream of carriages and horses.

The bright lights, the clinking of glasses, and the atmosphere of extravagance seemed completely out of place in Dongping County.

Such residences would naturally have guards stationed outside.

The thirty-odd servants guarding the house looked fierce and were holding steel knives, driving away any idlers who wanted to approach.

What defines an idle person? Someone who doesn't have an invitation.

But those who want to go in without an invitation are probably not just anyone.

It's also possible that they were robbers.

Bai Wujie and his group certainly weren't people with invitations, nor were they people who followed the rules. So they arrogantly barged in, only to be stopped by the servants…

"May I ask if any of you have my master's invitation?"

Seemingly noticing Bai Wujie and his group's unusual attire, and realizing that they shouldn't be too presumptuous in this situation, these people who used to bully men and women became quite polite inquiring about their behavior.

However, Kou Zhong just smiled and shook his fist, then gently swung it.

One of his heads exploded like a watermelon, and his body crashed into a row of servants next to him. The force transmitted through the impact caused several servants to explode on the spot!

Instantly, the bustling area in front of the gate fell silent.

Bai Wujie looked at Kou Zhong with a hint of reproach, raising an eyebrow as he said...

"Why did you kill people indiscriminately?"

"Boss, I didn't just kill people randomly," Kou Zhong said with a chuckle.

“Since we don’t have invitations, they will definitely stop us. Since we insist on going in, they will definitely stop us, so they are bound to die. Given this, I will skip the intermediate steps and give them the final result.”

The logic is like that of a robber, and the fact that it was accomplished, combined with this terrifying logic, is enough to chill one's heart.

Kou Zhong's reckless and unruly behavior was bound to attract trouble...

"What a blind thief! How dare you cause such a disturbance at Mr. Wang Tong's birthday banquet!"

With a sharp shout, four people—one woman and three men—emerged, dressed smartly and with an air of superiority, speaking with utter arrogance as if they had already completely overpowered Kou Zhong.

When trouble comes knocking, Kou Zhong certainly won't back down.

He laughed, grabbed a nearby servant, and tossed him over… Just as the beautiful young woman was about to cleave him in two with her sword, an extremely terrifying force traveled from the servant's body to the young woman's sword, and then to her own body—

puff!

Even if something beautiful dies, it's just a corpse, and once it's broken into four pieces, it can no longer be called beautiful.

"Junior Sister!"

Blood, flesh, and other random bits of stuff covered the young man in the lead. They froze for a moment, their eyes wide, then screamed...

"Do you know what you've done! I am Liang Shunming, and my father is Liang Shidu of Shuofang..."

"Shut up! Your father's name is Yang Guang, which has absolutely nothing to do with me!"

Kou Zhong was too lazy to listen to what this thing was saying, and with a wave of his right hand, he threw out another servant...

Suddenly, a valiant but robust middle-aged man appeared and, with a roar, caught the corpse.

"It's Liang Shidu from Shuofang!"

"Isn't he in Shuofang? I heard that the rebel army he raised has now been appointed 'Great Bilge Khan' by the Turkic Shibi Khan..."

Amidst gasps of surprise, the guests seemed to be telling Kou Zhong how awesome this fatso was. Kou Zhong glanced at the thing, caught the servant's corpse with his palm, and his face turned bluish-purple, clearly struggling to neutralize the power within.

"Hahaha!! Rebels who are dogs of the Turks come to celebrate the birthday of a 'great Confucian scholar'? You so-called 'nobles' and 'families' are going to give me even more surprises!"

Kou Zhong pointed at Liang Shidu and the guests and burst into wild laughter, a laugh that was inexplicable and seemed to suffocate him...

"Brother Liang, I'm here to help you!!"

Then another loud bang was heard, and a ragged old man rushed out from the crowd, placed his palm on Liang Shidu's back, and then shouted to dissipate the force.

Still shaken, Master Liang dropped the dozen or so pieces of the corpse he was holding and bowed to the old man in gratitude...

"Thank you, Mr. Ouyang!"

"Wow! It's Ouyang Xiyi, the 'Recluse of Huangshan'!"

"Is that the martial arts master who lived in the same era as the free spirit Ning Daoqi? It seems these petty thieves are doomed."

Bai Wujie glanced around at the crowd of onlookers who seemed to know everything...

He was somewhat struck by how the onlookers in this world seemed even more reckless than those in his own.

"To commit violence at a prince's birthday banquet, you have audacity!" Ouyang Xiyi shouted sternly at Bai Wujie and his group, then hesitated for a moment, looking at Bai Wujie with a frown...

"Wait, that strange outfit and hair... are you the 'White-Haired Ghost'?"

Kou Zhong blinked, lowered his raised fist, and looked at the old man, speaking with utmost pity…

"Old man, how dare you use that nickname? Looks like you're really unlucky today..."

"Nonsense, kid! What nonsense are you spouting!"

Ouyang Xiyi frowned, seemingly completely unaware of what Kou Zhong meant... but he quickly switched into his own persona, angrily and sternly retorting...

"I don't care where you come from! You committed violence in public and disrupted a prince's birthday banquet, you deserve to die!!"

Logically speaking, if this old man knew Bai Wujie's nickname, he couldn't possibly not know what Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling had done.

Unfortunately, there are some stubborn and self-righteous people in this world.

They will stubbornly believe that anything they do not know or have never seen, especially when it is beyond their comprehension, is just a rumor.

And it's quite obvious that this old man, who is at least seventy or eighty years old, is such a stubborn person.

Upon hearing that Kou Zhong could move freely among thousands of people, the old man scoffed at it.

He believed that even the three grandmasters who were on par with him wouldn't dare to boast so much... and if he couldn't do it, how could some nobody who appeared out of nowhere do it?

Upon meeting Kou Zhong today and seeing his age, I felt even more strongly that he was just a kid who knew a little martial arts and was just bragging.