Quick Transmigration: A Super-Effective Novel Within a Super-Effective Novel

Lin Zhao hated being interrupted while speaking, so he frowned and looked outside.

The place was a riot of colorful flowers and willows, and the concubines, dressed in brightly colored clothes, adorned with pearl hairpins and wearing court robes, were rushing into the palace with anxious expressions.

Behind them, a group of guards, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, followed closely with knives and swords in hand, while archers had already nocked their arrows and aimed at Lin Zhao, waiting to save the emperor and earn merit.

"Lin Zhao! Release His Majesty at once! I might still spare your life!"

The leading concubine took the lead in shouting.

The other concubines also joined in the clamor.

"Consort Lin! Surrender now! The palace is surrounded by an army of guards from all the palaces. Your mediocre skills are no match for them!"

"that is!"

"Your Majesty, do not be afraid, I have come to save you! The Forty-Third Prince is also on his way from outside the palace!"

"There are still fifty-eight princes!"

"Your Majesty! My thirteenth prince has also arrived!"

"Your Majesty, do not be afraid! Your concubine is here! The people from the Imperial Observatory say that my child is an auspicious child and will surely protect Your Majesty!"

……

Watching the concubine, whose belly was already quite large, cautiously rush forward, Lin Zhao frowned speechlessly and clicked his tongue.

It is said that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, and these concubines who spend their days giving birth to sons and vying for the emperor's favor are also so fearless.

Is he brain-dead?

But it's fine, since we're already here, we might as well catch them all.

This saves her from having to make another trip to the inner palace.

Lin Zhao turned around, grasped the Godslayer, and smiled gently at it.

"A mediocre skill? Let them experience your mediocre skills then."

"Ah!"

Lin Zhao suddenly swung the Godslayer sword and twirled it behind his back.

With a wave of his hand.

The concubines were all thrown into the air, their limbs flailing and their clothes fluttering, like withered flowers drifting in the air.

Second wave.

The guards, armed with knives and guns, had their internal organs shattered, vomited three liters of blood, their eyeballs burst, and died bleeding from all seven orifices.

Three swings.

The archers behind them were suffering from splitting headaches and were going crazy. They picked up their bows and arrows and fired wildly. One by one, the people brought by the concubines died at the hands of their own people.

In the time it takes to cut three times, blood flowed like a river in front of the Hall of Diligent Governance, with severed arms and legs everywhere, as well as vomit and internal organs scattered all over the ground.

Lin Zhaoyou slowly put away the Godslayer Blade, gently stroked its surface, and blew on it.

"Three legs, just right."

The concubines who were not killed witnessed everything Lin Zhao did. The more timid ones had already fainted from fright, while the rest had long since turned pale and wished they could run away.

But after being frightened by Lin Zhao, their legs went weak and they couldn't obey him at all. They could only watch as Lin Zhao directed the equally trembling palace servants to come forward and take them away.

"No...please...don't...let me go...have mercy on me..."

"Lin, Lin, please... I... I was persuaded to come... I have no grudge against you!"

"Help! Your Majesty, save me!"

They all started shouting loudly, regardless of whether it was true or false that they had no grudge against the original owner, and they all made sure to distance themselves completely.

They just hoped Lin Zhao would let them go.

But Lin Zhao will not let any of them go.

She directed another group of palace servants, "Go and fetch several large vats of water, as well as red-hot copper pillars, salt whips, tiger benches, and cannibal chairs..."

Just hearing Lin Zhao recite these instruments of torture terrified the palace servants and concubines, turning their faces pale. But no matter how much the concubines pleaded, the palace servants would obediently do as Lin Zhao instructed.

Because if they don't comply, they'll be the ones who suffer the punishment.

"Hahahaha!"

As various punishments were laid out before Lin Zhao, he laughed wildly and directed the palace servants to make the concubines sit in rows.

"Come on, don't you all love arguing about rank? Then let's do it according to rank!"

"Since such fine gifts are being bestowed upon you, the high-ranking concubines should be the first to receive them!"

"You're the one! Consort Huang!"

Lin Zhao pointed, and a concubine wearing a gold peony hairpin trembled, causing the peony flowers on her head to fall off.

That was Consort Huang, the highest-ranking concubine in the palace. She bore Huang Wuyong eight sons and two daughters, rising rapidly in rank, second only to the Empress.

She used to make things difficult for the original owner quite a bit. Just because the original owner was jealous of her having many children, she made a doll and used witchcraft on it. When she found out, she captured the original owner, tied her up with silk, and whipped her for three days and three nights with a barbed whip dipped in salt water.

Upon hearing that Lin Zhao had committed a brutal killing, it was she who spearheaded the effort to gather the palace women to rescue the emperor at the Hall of Diligent Governance; it was her idea.

They didn't really want to save the emperor; they just thought the emperor's guards had the upper hand, and that by making a show of it, they could gain merit, win more favor for themselves, and pave the way for their sons.

Unexpectedly, they ran into Lin Zhao, who had become a demon, and they were filled with regret!

When Consort Huang heard Lin Zhao call her name, she shook her head vigorously, like a rattle drum.

"No! No! Don't grab me! Don't grab me!"

Lin Zhao acted as if he hadn't heard.

"Strip her naked, tie her up, and bind her to that red-hot iron pillar!"

"Yes!"

Whether they were numb with fear or had become more alert, the palace servants quickly stripped Consort Huang of her clothes.

Consort Huang was so frightened by the sight of the red-hot iron pillar that was still emitting heat and smoke that she almost went mad.

But the palace servants didn't care. They lifted Consort Huang up and stuck her to the iron pillar, sticking her there tightly.

"No...no! Ahhhhh..."

"Whoo-"

The tender white flesh was charred, producing a piercing and loud sound. The Hall of Diligent Governance was instantly filled with the pungent smell of burnt meat, mixed with a hint of perfume, which was so eerie that it made people nauseous.

“Ugh…Ah!”

"Lin...Lin Zhao! You harmed His Majesty...and...the Empress! You deserve to die a horrible death!"

"My...Eighth Prince...will be here...soon! Lin Zhao...you...you're dead!"

Consort Huang was in so much pain that large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her face was flushed, and her once tender and luscious cherry lips were as pale as paper.

"whispering sound."

The prince saves the emperor?

Lin Zhao had already used his divine power to set up a barrier and hypnosis spell inside and outside the palace, so no one would spread the news of what happened in the palace today, and no outsiders would be able to enter the palace.

Moreover, would Lin Zhao be afraid of Consort Huang's threat of "dying a terrible death"?

Without even changing her expression, she gave the order.

"Heat it, add water, and boil!"

A bucket of cold water was poured over her head. The iron pillar, which contained charcoal, was heated even more intensely. This contrast of hot and cold caused Consort Huang's skin and flesh to contract, making the burned areas even more painful.

"Uh ah ah ah ah!"

Consort Huang screamed in agony, her voice hoarse from screaming, before her head lolled to the side and she fainted.

"Tsk, so easily abused?"

Lin Zhao was very disgusted.

"They haven't even used salt whips yet..."

She looked regretful, but when she glanced at the rows of other concubines behind her, she suddenly laughed.

"I almost forgot, there are you guys too."

The concubines were horrified.