Quick Transmigration System: Host, Please Calm Down

With lightning speed, Pan Yang summoned his white sword and blocked the woman's attack.

The woman was forced back a few steps by the force of Pan Yang's sword energy, but her murderous intent remained undiminished, and she wanted to stab him again.

In an instant, the other women also moved, and the Emperor was startled: "Guards! Seize them!"

Then a large group of soldiers rushed in, but instead of dealing with the women, they kidnapped all the ministers.

An Zhouyang stopped Fan Yang: "Trust me, don't make a move."

Pan Yang shrugged and stood next to him without resisting anymore.

An Zhouyan calmly stood up from his seat and walked to the center of the hall, a smug smile on his face.

He clapped his hands: "It's so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful! I wonder if my elder brother and father enjoyed this performance."

Looking at An Zhouyan's appearance, the Emperor felt a surge of anger in his chest: "You are utterly rebellious!"

"So what? I just want what rightfully belongs to me." A mocking smile appeared on An Zhouyan's face.

He glanced at An Zhouyang and Pan Yang and laughed, "Brother, we should also settle our scores from before, including He Pan Yang."

As he spoke, he took a sword from the guard beside him: "It's rather boring to get what you want so easily. How about we play a game?"

"If you want to leave the palace today, it's not too late to surrender now."

General Li snorted coldly and spat at him: "Pah! With your temperament, you are not worthy of being a prince! Dream on, you think you can make me surrender!"

Seeing his expression, the Prime Minister patted his hand, then looked at An Zhou and said, "If Your Highness rebels like this, even if you become emperor, the people will not submit."

“Tsk, well said.” An Zhouyan nodded upon hearing this, then changed the subject: “But why should I, as the emperor, need the people’s consent? It seems that you two can accompany Father Emperor on his journey.”

"Who else won't surrender?" An Zhouyan scanned the room.

One by one, the ministers spoke up.

"We do not recognize such treason."

"As subjects, our duty is to be loyal! We will never surrender!"

However, a few people silently reached out their hands, wanting to surrender.

An Zhouyan wasn't angry at the scene. He walked up to An Zhouyang and handed him the sword, saying, "Then let's begin the game."

"What do you want to do?" An Zhouyang was somewhat confused, completely unaware of An Zhouyan's current thoughts.

"Brother, do you still remember that cup of wine? It was spiked with something, so the poisoned person won't die immediately but will slowly be eroded by the poison. If you kill Fan Yang with your own hands, I'll give you the antidote, how about that?"

An Zhouyan's smile grew more pronounced as he spoke, his eyes filled with amusement. He didn't care which of the two died; he just wanted to see them both fall into despair.

An Zhouyang's heart sank upon hearing this. He glanced at Pan Yang standing beside him, but the man remained unmoved.

"You will let me live, right?" An Zhouyang said, his eyes filled with expectation: "As long as I live, I will have a chance to start over."

"So you want to kill me?" A hint of unreadable emotion flashed across Pan Yang's dark eyes, and the white sword in his hand, which he hadn't yet sheathed, began to tremble.

"Pan Yang, I must live." He then placed his hand on Pan Yang's hand gripping the white sword. "You won't betray me, will you?"

General Li was furious when he saw this: "Your Highness! Young Master He is so loyal to you, how could you do this to him!"

Seeing this, the Emperor felt an even greater tightness in his chest: "An Zhouyan, I should have just killed you!"

He underestimated his youngest son's ambition.

An Zhouyan ignored the group and, seeing that An Zhouyang had no intention of taking his sword, casually returned it to the guard. Then he looked at the two of them with interest.

"Pan Yang, give me the sword." An Zhouyang said, taking the white sword from Pan Yang's hand.

Pan Yang didn't make a sound, and his expression was unreadable. To An Zhouyang's surprise, he was able to take the white sword away very easily.

The moment he gripped the hilt, a murderous aura surged through his entire body; this sword was indeed an evil one.

The symbols on the sword began to brighten, and An Zhouyang raised the sword.

General Li's heart sank. Just when everyone thought An Zhouyang would stab at Fan Yang without hesitation, the sword turned and stabbed at An Zhouyan, who was watching the show.

An Zhouyan was startled. The guard hurriedly used his sword to block, but the sword was directly cleaved in two by the white sword.

An Zhouyan stumbled back a few steps and fell to the ground. An Zhouyang pointed his sword at him with a cold expression.

He was instantly surrounded by soldiers.

Pan Yang couldn't help but yawn: "Have you had enough fun?"

An Zhouyan looked at Pan Yang, got up from the ground, and asked warily, "What do you mean?"

"It means you're finished." As soon as Pan Yang finished speaking, the white sword left An Zhouyang's hand, spun in the air, and returned to Pan Yang's hand.

Pan Yang casually twirled his sword, and the surrounding atmosphere instantly changed, with the sword radiating murderous intent.

At that moment, General Li stopped acting, took out a whistle from his pocket, and the whistle sounded rather shrill.

A group of soldiers appeared out of nowhere, and in an instant, the situation turned around.

After an incense stick had burned, An Zhouyan was pinned down by soldiers. General Li gave He Panyang a thumbs up: "Brother He, that move was really impressive."

The Emperor took a deep breath, looked at An Zhouyan whose expression was almost distorted, and slapped him: "You unfilial son! Take him to the death row. He intends to rebel and even harm his brother. He will be executed in seven days."

An Zhouyan was filled with resentment and struggled desperately: "Why! All I want is the throne! I've been working hard since I was a child to become the emperor in your heart!"

He was quickly dragged away. The emperor sighed, and in an instant he felt as if he had really aged: "I am tired too. Yang'er, I will hand over the throne to you."

A few days later, An Zhouyan ascended the throne. The old emperor left the palace and disappeared. As for An Zhouyan, he was still beheaded.

All Pan Yang wanted to say was, why not just kill him already? Why bother with all this messy stuff?

When General Li lost to Fan Yang for the nth time, the old man simply lay down on the ground.

"This is simply bullying the elderly."

The prime minister couldn't stand it and forcibly pulled him up: "How old are you? This is an insult to civility."

"Tsk." General Li looked at Pan Yang: "Young man He, how about I adopt you as my son?"

Pan Yang raised an eyebrow at him, then silently took a few steps back. This old man couldn't beat her, so he wanted her to be his son! Insidious, truly insidious.

General Li, seeing Pan Yang's actions, immediately became arrogant and snorted, "If you don't want it, I won't accept it either. But your martial arts skills are truly impressive. Where did you learn them? Who is your master?"

"My master? He's dead." Pan Yang glanced at the horizon, then walked to the rocking chair and sat down.

"Ah, what a pity," General Li sighed.

"It's no pity." Pan Yang lay on the rocking chair. What was there to regret? The old man had taken care of it himself.

General Li and the Prime Minister were clearly surprised that Pan Yang would say this. After exchanging a few words, they left the palace.

An Zhouyang finished his official business and happened to see Pan Yang squinting in the courtyard.

In the vast courtyard, only that person lay there peacefully, as if nothing could disturb him.

"Time to eat."

Upon hearing An Zhouyang's voice, Pan Yang slowly got up from his chair and walked over to him: "Let's go eat."

An Zhouyang watched his retreating figure and quickly followed after him: "Let's eat in my palace today. After the meal, come with me to the Imperial Study. You can just sit here."

The sunlight fell on the two of them, merging together.

Decades later, An Zhouyang passed the throne to a shrewd person from one of the branches of the family.

They left the palace together, and no one knew where they went, but wherever they went, the other would accompany them.

Pan Yang returned to the system space and looked at 001.

001 felt like he was about to explode, and he really tried his best to make himself less noticeable.

"Let's move on to the next dimension."

"Okay, host!" 001 breathed a sigh of relief. It was so scary. It thought the host suddenly wanted to destroy it.