The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 50 A Wake-up Call
Until this morning, before setting off, Han Cheng was still hesitant about whether he really wanted to come.

After all, he was not the head of the family, nor was he the designated successor.

Faced with such a momentous event, even though he firmly believed that the benefits outweighed the drawbacks for the Han family,
The hesitation in my heart lingered.

What he feared was that one in ten thousand chance of failure. At that time, even if they had no real intention of starting a rebellion, the imperial court would never easily wipe out a well-established local clan simply because of worshipping gods, an ordinary matter that everyone could participate in.

As for the words spoken in the ancestral hall, anyone with discerning eyes knows that it was merely a pretext for outsiders, intended to secure an opportunity for our branch of the family.

However, if this matter is ultimately proven false, the Han family will certainly suffer as a result. The most direct consequence would likely be that the emperor on the throne would use this as an opportunity to attack his father, who holds the position of Vice Minister of the Secretariat.

At best, a reprimand; at worst...
But now, having witnessed this incredible, divine power firsthand...

He then realized what he had missed.

Throughout history, countless emperors have sought immortality and enlightenment in a state of constant anxiety.

But in the end, all that was wasted was nothing but emptiness, making him a laughingstock.

And now, the opportunity that countless monarchs could only dream of until their death is right in front of them.

But he
Han Cheng was a little unsure how to bring this up with his father.

Perhaps the only good thing is that it wasn't just him who was wrong, but the entire Han family that was wrong.

But it was all in vain!
This is not just about divine favor and blessings. It's even more than that—

Looking at the countless desires that suddenly surfaced in Han Cheng's eyes.

The old village chief, who had lived for seventy or eighty years, naturally saw it all clearly.

So after a brief hesitation, the old village chief lowered his head and offered the precious tile he had been allocated with both hands.

"Honorable sir, please."

My gaze was fixed on the approaching roof tile.

At this moment, nothing else existed in Han Cheng's eyes but this divine treasure.

Only the warm, yellowish aura that lingers above it, like mist and haze, captivates the soul.

There might be fools in the tribe who would blame them for being so reckless. They would think that even if it were true, it was unacceptable to openly worship gods at such a crucial moment, defying the world's opinion.

But how could those fools know that as long as they have the protection of the true God, as long as they take this thing...

Even if the imperial court disregards the wishes of other powerful families and clans and launches a military campaign, he can still take this divine treasure to the local tribes to inquire about it.

A divine destiny lies ahead, and wondrous sights are before our eyes!
What powerful clans and arrogant generals could possibly resist the will of Heaven to follow the dragon?!

The emperor? If he were truly the chosen one, why would the southwest have suffered a three-year drought?

If he is truly invincible, then why has he been unable to subdue him for so long? He is merely a commoner who uses the guise of gods and ghosts.
He was afraid that the matter might be false.

So much so that when they saw the ancestral tablets at dawn, they realized that this divinely granted opportunity was not, if there was even a one in ten thousand chance, a false one.

Even if it's a 50/50 chance, even if nine out of ten bets result in a loss, we should still take the plunge!
It was all because that dog emperor who ruled the capital city, who called himself a young and brilliant ruler, was ruthless and cruel, looked down on the aristocratic families, and recklessly wielded the sword of execution—so much so that he had long ago placed the decapitation blade on the necks of their noble families!

Although it hasn't actually landed, the pain of being cut by a dull knife never stops.

Noticing the increasingly grim expression on the nobleman's face, the old village chief was so frightened that he couldn't stop trembling.

"Honorable sir, please, please take this item away!"

The surrounding villagers were deathly silent, with only their trembling breaths audible. They clutched the roof tiles, which were like their lifeblood, tightly to their chests, and staggered backward toward the dilapidated temple.

Over the years, they had become accustomed to bowing down and yielding to the powerful and noble families.

"Very well, very well, the Han family will not forget what you have done today!"

Overjoyed, Han Cheng, whose eyes could no longer see anything else, reached out his hand towards the roof tile.

But at that moment, a voice suddenly came from behind him. It wasn't loud, nor was it forceful.

It felt like a chilling spring from the deepest hell pouring down on him, making his whole body feel cold and his legs tremble.

"If you really accept this, your Han family will be completely finished. You're courting death, and I have no interest in stopping you." The voice suddenly turned deep, like a muffled thunderclap crushing the hearts of the Han family members. "But, do not let this sin bring ruin upon the common people!"

thump!
Han Cheng suddenly woke up with a start, his dark purple official robe instantly soaked with cold sweat, and he knelt down on the ground.

The onlookers could clearly see that this dignified Prefect of Qingzhou was so shocked by those few words that he broke out in a cold sweat, his purple robe was soaked through and clung tightly to his back!

The common people were confused, as was the Han family.

Only Han Cheng himself kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and calmed himself down.

He hurriedly turned around and bowed to Du Yuan, who had just been struck by a slap in the face:
"Han Cheng thanks the Taoist priest for his timely and insightful advice!"

What's wrong with me? Although it feels really feasible, how did I suddenly have such a rebellious thought?

Moreover, that was just wishful thinking on my part; I had absolutely no idea what the most crucial temple was planning!

"We can't just watch you drag the people down with you, can we?"

Han Cheng lowered his head in a panic.

Du Yuan couldn't guess what these powerful families were thinking. Just now, she clearly saw several wisps of scarlet aura inexplicably entangled around Han Cheng.

It's similar to what I saw in Qing County that day, but something feels off.

Moreover, Du Yuan vaguely heard deafening shouts of killing from within that crimson light.

Before Du Yuan could think further, the temple's voice appeared in her ears again.

"You don't need to worry. Since I promised you, I won't let the calamity of this ominous place disturb this mortal's mind, lest it bring about war."

Finally, Du Yuan heard a low chuckle.

"Besides, he can't possibly succeed. That was something you gave to them on my behalf; no one else could handle it or use it. If anyone dared to take it, then the Han family should just move out."

A cursed land for burying the dead? Calamity? The return of war?

What are these?

Du Yuan could understand each of the few words the voice uttered, but when put together, he didn't quite understand them.

But he didn't want to ask, because he had led the other person astray, and what the other person was saying now was something he thought he already knew.
Too many things that Du Yuan couldn't understand arose in her mind.

To avoid giving herself away, Du Yuan could only smile and change the subject, asking instead:
Where is Han Tang?

Han Cheng was stunned for a moment, then a look of even greater guilt appeared on his face.

There was no answer; he simply lowered his head and said:
"Judging by the time, Tang'er, whom I have caused so much suffering, should be arriving by now."

The voice just fell.

"Is that the Taoist priest's voice? Am I...at the temple?!"

A hesitant yet urgent voice rang out from behind the Han family.

Du Yuan looked in the direction of the sound. She saw the Han clan members blocking her way bowing their heads and silently making way for her.

Several maids half-supported, half-carried a figure as he slowly moved out.

It was none other than Han Tang, the noble lady of the Han family whom I had met just yesterday.

However, at this moment, although her eyes were not closed, they were lifeless and she could not see. One hand groped aimlessly in the air, and she staggered forward only by the help of her maid.

With just one glance, everyone was shocked—this noble lady of the Han family had actually cried herself blind!
(End of this chapter)