I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

An immortal being who is hostile to you is approaching!

A chilling howl emanated from the dark green desktop, while a semi-transparent countdown icon suddenly appeared in the upper right corner.

The text was then obscured by bright light and gradually faded, replaced by sharp, cleaved characters.

On the dark green tabletop, the card representing Rama, the last king, sits high, its sharp, sword-like strokes outlining Rama's calm and compassionate face.

[The Immortal: Rama, the Last King.]

Our enemy is Rama, the last king who eradicates the demon king and the disobedient gods, a blade-wielding immortal who has fought many great battles under the command of fate.

He tends to slay all enemies with the sword of salvation, but he is also familiar with the laws of the sun and destiny.

He prefers to follow the predetermined path of fate, but don't underestimate his determination to maintain balance.

However, Rama did not appear before Li Lin, which meant that the vast majority of the power of "Destiny" had been drawn to Rama, who was empowered by destiny. Having lost the chance to make a decisive move, "Destiny" could only be forced to engage in a long struggle with Li Lin, and gradually fell into a disadvantageous position in the subsequent two thousand years of fighting.

This metaphysical struggle saved Li Lin from being directly crushed, but the long battle lines also made it difficult to manage both ends.

Fortunately, it wasn't Li Lin who couldn't hold on, but fate itself.

In terms of destiny, looking back 12,000 years of history and forward 8,000 years of human history, there is nothing as extraordinary as Li Lin.

Who could live for 20,000 years without ever being caught in a life-or-death struggle with their opponent?

Even the Last King, known for its annihilation mechanism, could not withstand this level of wear and tear—otherwise, Rama wouldn't have fallen into a long period of hibernation after killing all the god-killers.

And what about Li Lin? After traveling back and forth dozens of times over 20,000 years, he was still so energetic, at most only making some minor, insignificant mistakes in his plans!

It should be understood that the fate that originally held sway over the course of history has been disrupted countless times by Li Lin's subtle and skillful manipulation of events!

—Within the scope of eight thousand years of human history, what we see now are all scenes that are both laughable and absurd, a chaotic mess of monsters.

Jesus, who had been nailed to the cross, broke free of his restraints and performed a set of Heavenly Father's Demon-Slaying Fists in front of the onlookers. He claimed that he was no longer the Jesus of yesterday, but the second son of the Heavenly Father, Hong Xiuquan, who had been resurrected and came to earth to establish the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

An African girl who arrived in London through the triangular trade, wearing glass slippers, walked through the corridors of Buckingham Palace and, under the gaze of Prince Albert, was crowned with the Victorian Crown, becoming the Black Queen of the British Empire.

French Emperor Napoleon swept across Europe and then fell in love with a black man from the Foreign Legion. The Pope was pleased and held a wedding mass for them.

President Lincoln, who was fond of scalping Native Americans, talked a lot about political correctness and vowed to make America great again. While advocating that businessmen pay attention to the rights of transgender people, he also demanded that Southern plantation owners respect women's rights, buy more female slaves, and equip them with deadly rhythms while they picked cotton to increase production efficiency.

Witnessing the suffering and hunger of people in a chaotic world, Muhammad resolved to become a pig farmer. Twenty years later, Arabia became the "world's pig farm," and even today, the Arab region still accounts for 20 percent of global pork exports.

Tsar Nicholas II was born with the character "Communist" on his left hand and the character "Peace" on his right palm. At the age of three, he declared "Russia is doomed" in front of the Russian dignitaries. He began paying party dues at the age of twenty.

Maintaining the overall trend is difficult, but disrupting it is as easy as eating and drinking for Li Lin.

Finally, at some point in time, fate could no longer tolerate Li Lin's tumor-like existence, and in 1795, it decided to finish him off in one fell swoop.

At that instant, everything went black before Li Lin's eyes.

[Secret Realm Loading Complete: The Afterglow of Emperor Qianlong]

426 The second day without a post, I miss him.

The sound of the wind gradually faded from my ears.

After waiting quietly for more than ten seconds, the darkness in front of Li Lin gradually dissipated like ink painting, and he found himself gradually being bound by many rules and regulations.

That was fate's counterattack, attempting to kill Li Lin in one fell swoop in this secret realm and set the history that Li Lin had messed up back on track.

Then, the same dazzling light appeared on Li Lin's body.

Current time: 1795 AD.

[Location: Hall of Supreme Harmony, Forbidden City... has been removed! Location changed to Foshan, Guangdong!]

[Identity: Eunuch...erased! Identity reloaded as Beggar...erased! Identity loaded as Taoist Priest.]

[The current worldview does not allow for the existence of other supernatural forces... This has been erased! The current worldview does not allow for the emergence of supernatural forces!]

One invisible shackle after another came to bind Li Lin, while Li Lin simultaneously reached out and changed them beyond recognition.

In the 20,000 years of struggle, fate was not the only one who possessed this ability; Li Lin can do it now as well.

The darkness before his eyes slowly dissipated, and the light of day shone down from above. Li Lin found himself walking on the road in a Taoist robe. The road was dusty, and the wind blew up dust everywhere.

This secret realm, isolated by fate, has become a branch of history. If Li Lin fails here, his two-thousand-year-old advantage will vanish, and fate will be able to use this secret history to wage a more protracted tug-of-war against Li Lin. If Li Lin wins here, fate will also be completely destroyed along with this branch of history, and the war that has lasted for twenty thousand years will come to an end.

Li Lin went to the roadside and then looked for his reflection in the water.

The young man, with dead fish eyes, wore a light blue brocade Taoist robe and a tall crown that stood upright like an axe blade, with two long silk ribbons hanging down from the back. However, instead of the Taoist's sash, he wore a snake-shaped belt decorated with white jade around his waist.

His attire alone resembles that of a Taoist priest from an ancient painting, yet the sheathed longsword he carries on his back, adorned with four-colored coral on its hilt, clearly indicates it's not a Taoist magic sword. It adds a touch of chivalrous spirit to his appearance.

In addition, Li Lin also had a solid walking stick in his hand, which was quite heavy.

The shackles created by fate were twisted and altered by Li Lin, but they still largely maintained their powerful binding force. The Axe of Terror became a tall crown, Orobas fell into slumber and became Li Lin's belt, the Heart's Delight Longsword became an ordinary longsword, and the Staff of Shocking God became a cane. These legendary artifacts were transformed into a form that could be understood by people.

The three "incomprehensible" legendary artifacts—the Spear of Compassion, the Bow of Freedom, and the Whip of Nine Thoughts—did not appear at all.

In 1795, the sixtieth year of the reign of Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty, was the last year of this "perfect emperor's" reign, a year of both civil and military achievements. Meanwhile, in the West, the French Revolution was still raging, and Napoleon Bonaparte began to rise to power by suppressing royalists.

The location that fate initially arranged for Li Lin is even more thought-provoking—the Hall of Supreme Harmony in the Forbidden City, the capital of the capital.

Just as fate was trying to pinpoint Li Lin's location in this way, Li Lin was also pushing fate in the opposite direction.

As the creator of this historical branch, fate must occupy the largest share in this secret realm, and at this time, the most supreme person in the world is none other than the "Emperor".

The question is whether the central figure in this historical tributary is the Jiaqing Emperor, who will ascend the throne next year, or the Qianlong Emperor, who is now preparing to become the retired emperor.

Or perhaps... the central figure of this secret history is not these two emperors themselves, but some god-slayer?

After all, Luo Hao was in the prime of her life at this time—if she were in the Qing Dynasty's harem at this moment, hiding her existence as a concubine, wouldn't that be perfectly reasonable?

After about ten minutes, other pedestrians gradually appeared on the road.

By the mid-Qing Dynasty, the control over queues was not so strict, and the queues gradually shifted from the initial "money-tail" style to the long queue. After all, even the old Manchus themselves thought this hairstyle was really ugly. In the summer, when they were sweating, they would be laughed at if they took it off. If they had a head full of scabies, they would be laughed at by people on the streets for a long time.

However, Li Lin's appearance still attracted the attention of other pedestrians, and not just because he had hair.

More importantly, Li Lin's clothing and demeanor were completely out of place among them; he was clearly a pampered person.

During the reign of Emperor Qianlong, the focus was on making money.

The only ways to make money are through officials and gentry. The so-called wealthy merchants in the village, without the status of a gentry, are nothing more than meat in other people's mouths.

As for Taoist priests and monks, apart from the abbots of large temples who possess a lot of temple property and can enjoy a life of ease, the so-called wandering monks and Taoists are those who can't even find a way to become servants. Apart from having a nice-sounding title, they are no different from beggars.

"Why are you looking at me?" Li Lin rushed over and grabbed a man by the collar without saying a word. "A grown man like you is spying on me. How despicable and vile."

"What?" the man grabbed by Li Lin asked blankly, then reacted, "Are you crazy! Someone come here!"

A crowd gathered around with curiosity and longing, their gazes not only fixed on Li Lin's clothes.

Li Lin screamed in terror, kicked the man in front of him in the groin, shoved him into the crowd, and then ran away.

The shackles of supernatural power only restricted Li Lin's legendary artifact; his body, which had already reached the sixth mark, was not sent back to its original state.

So this kick didn't just shatter the man's testicles; it turned him into a cloud of crimson mist. Then, the violent, turbulent airflow struck the servant who had stopped in his tracks in terror, leaving his face pockmarked and bruised before he collapsed to the ground without a sound.

The crowd that had surrounded them retreated in fear, running as fast as they had rushed forward.

"Sorcery! Sorcery!" the idlers screamed and scattered in all directions.

Unwilling to give up, Li Lin quickly caught up, randomly grabbed a lucky beggar, and then shook his hand with disgust to get rid of the flea that had jumped onto his hand.

"Sir, hero! Don't kill me—" The beggar with an accent opened his mouth, revealing a set of broken, yellow teeth, and a strong odor filled the air. "I am willing to serve you at your beck and call."

"Alright, shut your mouth first." Li Lin tilted his head back to avoid the strong smell and said in a fierce but weak voice, "I have something to ask you."

"Great hero, you won't kill me?" The beggar's eyes showed fear as he glanced at the corpse lying on the ground and the dents in the ground.

Li Lin thought for a moment: "It depends on your performance."

I'll take a day off during the National Day holiday to go out and have fun.

As the title says, the forum is closed, and there's nothing fun to do, so I'm going to Tengwang Pavilion with my classmates. I'm taking the day off today.

So, I was really close to updating last night, but then there was this incredibly inhumane review process, and it took forever to get it published. It's completely baffling...

Happy National Day to everyone!

427 It's the third day without posting, I miss him.

They probably mistook Li Lin for the kind of villain who would kill after asking questions, so the beggar answered everything he knew without reservation. He even told Li Lin everything he knew before Li Lin even asked.

This area was under the jurisdiction of Foshan Town, Guangdong Prefecture. During the Qianlong era, the control over the south gradually loosened, leading to the rise of the power of the southern outlaws. They colluded with the officials and gentry of Guangdong Prefecture for nearly a century. From the Guangdong governor in the past to the great hero Feng Renying in recent times, the Feng family dominated Foshan for decades. Feng Renying also served as the leader of the Five Tigers Sect and made friends with various outlaws. In Foshan, he had more authority than the government.

The so-called heroes in the martial arts world are not actually judged by their martial arts skills.

A martial artist's skill is certainly commendable, but can unparalleled martial arts put food on the table? Obviously not. No matter how superb your skills are, if you don't bring tangible benefits to others, who will honor you as a hero?

Therefore, since ancient times, the most reputable heroes in the martial arts world have always been the owners of Juxian Manor and Yingxiong Manor. They can afford to support the fellow martial arts practitioners who come to them for free from time to time. The benefits they receive far exceed those of the Eastern Heretic, Western Poison, Southern Emperor, and Northern Beggar.

But to live up to this style, how could those so-called "Meng Chang" and "Little Whirlwind Chai Jin" spend so much money to buy good things if they didn't have businesses spanning both the legitimate and criminal worlds and the status of sitting back and sharing the spoils?

As he spoke, the beggar's voice became somewhat hoarse. He pointed to his lame leg and said, "Someone like me angered Master Feng's retainer, and he trampled my leg on his horse. I had to pay three taels of silver in compensation."

Li Lin's expression shifted: "Which leg?"

The beggar's hesitant voice abruptly stopped, his expression shifting repeatedly before finally giving a helpless, bitter smile: "You really know how to joke... This is it."