Origin Paradise!

Wuhe said sincerely, "With the Zhu family, the Marquis's mansion can greatly speed up the process of taking control of the officialdom in Yizhou. The Hong family has great influence in the martial arts world, and the Prince of Anbei was originally half the master of Yizhou. As long as we are moderate, we can greatly accelerate the progress."

Jiang He was somewhat taken aback, and he wanted to retract his judgment that Wu He's mental state was fine.

Old Hei earnestly advised, "Xiao He, if you're going to be the emperor, how can you be all alone?"

Jiang He stroked his chin and said, "So, you're saying I have to marry three women at once?"

Wuhe shook his head. "Three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines, boss. These are all indispensable for the emperor. As long as there is profit to be made, we have no reason to refuse... right?"

Old Hei comforted him, "There's no need to invest emotions. The beings of the Silver Empires are incapable of having offspring with ordinary people."

Jiang He pondered for a moment, then stood up and said, "You guys make the arrangements. I'll go to the prison with Zhuang Ya first. Black Rose's promotion is the top priority. Also, if any violators are found, we'll take them into custody. Once they're dead, the rabble's privileges will be exposed for what they are."

"Understood," Wuhe and Lao Hei replied.

Jiang He walked out of the side room, where Zhuang Ya was still standing guard at the door.

"Good morning, great serpent."

"You're probably about to be promoted to head eunuch."

"I am not a eunuch."

"The functions are the same."

"don't know."

Jiang He led Zhuang Ya out of the Anbei Governor's Mansion. Daming Prefecture was as prosperous as ever. A week had passed since their arrival, and 102,000 martial arts manuals had been collected from the Daming Sect and the Royal Palace's armory.

Chapter 343 Slimming the World

They continued on their journey until they arrived at the largest prison in Daming Prefecture.

This place is only three miles away from the Prince's Palace. In recent years, all the criminals from the Jianghu who were imprisoned in the nearby Demon Suppression Tower, as well as criminals from all over the twelve prefectures of Yizhou, have been transferred here, resulting in the prison being overcrowded.

"Boss, please come with me."

"Don't use onomatopoeia when you speak in the future."

"clear."

A fierce knight led the way with great pride. He had received "earnest teachings" from his boss, and this glorious resume alone would allow him to strut around arrogantly among the wicked commoners for quite some time, making him a figure of great favor.

The prison was dark, cold, and reeked of a foul stench. There were six underground floors in total. Countless green eyes, like those of hungry wolves, stared into the corridor, most of them focused on a platinum-haired man. His extremely handsome appearance directly ignited long-dormant malice.

But before the filth and profanity could erupt, a dark red wave swept through the prison, both inside and out. The will of the Great Lord descended, and the beings beneath the silver were powerless to resist. Except for a few individuals, all the prisoners foamed at the mouth and fainted.

Deep inside the prison, the Yan family patriarch slowly raised his head. His tattered prison clothes were filthy. The once all-powerful tycoon in Yizhou had now fallen to the lowest point in his life.

Life is like a dream.

The head of the Yan family scrutinized the Marquis of Military Merit outside the fence. He was young, handsome, strong, and held great power. After staring at him for a while, he suddenly laughed, appearing carefree and unrestrained.

"A bet's a bet. I've wronged you time and again, and this is simply fate. A dying man's words are often wise. My lord, you should listen to my advice. I observe that the situation in Yizhou is turbulent, and the Marquis's mansion is acting recklessly. Sooner or later, they'll be in dire straits, facing a pack of wolves turning against them. It's better to temporarily avoid their sharp edge..."

"You want me to avoid their sharp edge?"

Jiang He raised an eyebrow, interrupting the other party's desperate struggle.

"Kill him." Zhuang Ya took out a black rose from her sleeve.

The head of the Yan family wanted to continue speaking, but Jiang He had already lost interest in listening.

boom!

The bullet killed the head of the Yan family, and his body fell backward, but no blood flowed out. His soul disintegrated without him realizing it.

Bang bang bang!

Jiang He took the black rose from Zhuang Ya and proceeded to kill the prisoners one by one along the corridor. Many cells were packed with dozens or even hundreds of people.

The He and Yan families, both prestigious noble families, comprised 910 members from their direct and collateral branches, along with over 3,200 family retainers and private soldiers.

After the implementation of the new AI policy, 670 officials were found to have embezzled more than they had hidden contributions.

There are 3,455 notorious criminals in the underworld.

Four thousand seven hundred criminals were convicted of violating the Marquis's Law.

The direct and collateral branches of nineteen mid-ranking noble families, along with their private soldiers, servants, and relatives and in-laws, numbered 13,900.

More than 12,000 criminals, bandits, and thieves were transferred from prisons in the twelve prefectures of Yizhou.

The stubborn elements in the Anbei army who are obstructing the reorganization...

The opposition was personally denounced by the daimyo's lord...

As they fought their way through, countless unscathed corpses lay on the ground. This largest prison in Daming Prefecture was originally built to hold a large number of Northern Barbarian prisoners, but so far, the prison has only been filled once.

The executions didn't end until evening.

Jiang He rubbed his wrist, his energy completely depleted. The sheer number of criminals was astonishing. The Hou Mansion's laws clashed with the current situation in Yizhou, and the process was forced through violence. From officials to village leaders, there were countless opponents. If Black Rose hadn't needed materials, the Evil Army would have launched a purge on the spot.

"It's almost on par with the major cases during the Hongwu era."

Jiang He walked out of the prison. It was getting dark outside. He led Zhuang Ya back to the Anbei Governor's Mansion. Black Rose had already been promoted.

[Name: Black Rose]

[Category: Weapons]

[Quality: Supreme]

[Effect ①: Black Rose - All damage is converted into soul damage, bullets are made of energy, and their flight speed is increased by 100%]

[Effect ②: Stage Ascension - Improves quality by shooting living beings, already reached the maximum (Gold Supreme Tier)]

[Effect 3: Death Blossom - This gun has activated the Simple Domain: Death]

[Note: Destiny-themed exclusive weapon/Tenth S-rank Ocean Treasure (base damage varies depending on quality)]

The officers in charge of guarding the prison were already ashen-faced, and thousands of vicious soldiers carried away the corpses one by one. Apart from the founding period, such a large-scale purge was extremely rare in the Great Qian Dynasty.

……

Prince Anbei's Mansion.

A secret letter passed through several hands before finally reaching the study.

In just one week, the Prince of Anbei seemed to have lost his original ambition, and the white hair at his temples spread uncontrollably. After much deliberation, he reached out and opened the secret letter.

After the Evil Army entered the city, the Marquis of Pingluan stripped the Prince's Palace of its functions as the Governor of Anbei. He then assumed the duties of the Governor and took over the military and political affairs of Yizhou. The 160,000-strong Anbei Army was disbanded and eventually reorganized into 100,000 Evil Army soldiers, who continued to be stationed in various parts of Yizhou.

Throughout the process, he chose to fully cooperate, on the premise that his niece could marry into the Marquis's mansion and that her life and property would be guaranteed.

By now, the counties outside Daming Prefecture have been filled with carnage, with countless families destroyed and entire clans wiped out.

But when the Prince of Anbei read through the secret letter word by word, his face still turned deathly pale.

"More than 70,000 people, all killed!?"

"How dare you do this! How dare you do this!"

"Isn't Jiang Wuyang afraid of divine retribution?!"

Granny Jiudu quickly handed over a bowl of medicinal soup, comforting him, "Your Highness, don't panic, they have already agreed to the marriage."

The Prince of Anbei tremblingly took the porcelain bowl. This Grand Master did not know what seventy thousand people meant, but as a prince with real power, he knew it very well. Even if there were only two or three thousand people lined up and fully equipped, they could fill an entire training ground.

"I regret it. This was an act of utter defiance!"

"Jiang Wuyang will be infamous for eternity!"

Granny Jiudu bowed her head and reminded him: "Your Highness, you have no way to retreat. The Princess of Le'an County arrived at the Marquis's residence before dusk. In addition, the Anbei Governor's Office has issued an order that you, Du Chang, and General Hei will jointly command 100,000 evil demon troops."

The Prince of Anbei sat there blankly. The military power in his hands sounded good, but from the garrison commander down to the squad leader and the flag bearer, it was all occupied by his fellow villagers who called themselves Dawn and Evil Demon. He was nothing more than a figurehead to stabilize the situation.

"The sky is tilting!"

A bird retreated into the night, and every move of the monitored subject would be truthfully reported to Commander Wu. As for the final "Tianqingye," it can be simply translated as "It's over."

……

Night falls, fireworks illuminate the alley.

A dozen or so simply dressed figures, yet with jade belts and gold fingers, gathered together. Each of them had an unusually serious expression, and some even had an intense, irrepressible killing intent and hatred in their eyes.

A middle-aged man in plain clothes entered the house and sat down in the main seat.

The misty rain pavilion master said wearily, “Everyone, there is only one chance to assassinate. I believe that everyone is dissatisfied with the Marquis of Pingluan. Qingzhou in the eastern part of Daqian is the territory of the current regent, the Prince of Andong. At this time, the regent has already dispatched three grandmaster assassins to secretly infiltrate, seeking only to kill him in one blow. I want to avenge the death of my lover and will never turn back.”

Several years ago, on the eve of the Jianchi Mountain Sword Tournament, the Marquis of Pingluan broke into the Prince's Mansion and killed Madam Chen. This debt has not yet been settled.

The young master of the Bian family, who came from a middle-ranking noble family, said in a low voice: "That Marquis of Pingluan destroyed the city wall with one blow. He was truly a peerless martial artist. We did not see it with our own eyes. Perhaps there is some exaggeration in the rumors. But he was at least a Grandmaster. Even if the assassins did not need to fight head-on, they would still need divine weapons to help them."

Among the dozen or so people, the last surviving member of the He family presented a sheathless short sword, which was of excellent quality.

There are nine divine weapons in the world, most of which are in the hands of grandmasters, with a few scattered outside. Every time they appear in the world, they cause bloodshed.

"A sword without a sheath, it kills on sight."

The Lord of Misty Rain stroked the bronze sword. With his own strength as the fourth strongest in the world, combined with this peerless divine weapon containing a rare poison, and with several grandmasters willing to sacrifice themselves, there might be a sliver of hope to assassinate a grandmaster.

The young master of the Bian family stood up, clasped his hands in greeting to the surroundings, and said, "The Marquis of Pingluan is about to get married. This is the only chance that his wife will reveal his whereabouts. I am willing to take a risk and hope that after you succeed, you will restore Yizhou and not disappoint or discourage the meritorious officials."

The orphan of the He family gritted his teeth and said, "The deep-seated hatred that has afflicted hundreds of members of my He family will be avenged. We will follow your lead in the future as long as it can be done!"

The crowd expressed their views, stating that they were merely representatives, and that behind them were a large number of remaining forces dissatisfied with the new policies and the Marquis's Mansion. This alliance was a desperate attempt to fight to the death, as the new policies were too harsh, with the restriction on farmland not exceeding a thousand acres being unbearable.

The Lord of Misty Rain clasped his hands in greeting: "Please wait patiently for good news. The Qingzhou army will soon be pressing on our borders, and will surely restore Yizhou from darkness to light and from turbidity to clarity."

"It's extreme, it's extreme."

.......

Late at night, at the Anbei Governor's Mansion.

In the grand mansion with its three courtyards, Jiang He sat peacefully alone in the courtyard, patiently practicing the Solar Breathing Technique. Ten consecutive hours of cultivation, from evening until now, had added a layer of weight to the vortex of energy within her body.

The daily practice session has ended.

Jiang He exhaled sharply, then turned his head and reached out.

Noticing the commotion, the little girl in white who had been dozing off on the rattan chair not far away suddenly sat up straight.

She picked up the large box beside her and rummaged through it, then quickly turned around and handed over three Grandmaster-level martial arts manuals from the royal palace's treasury.

The number of martial arts manuals had grown to 108,000 volumes, and by this time, they covered the ground in the courtyard.

"I have practiced until my body is like a crane, and I have two boxes of scriptures under a thousand pine trees."

"Grandmaster Technique - White Crane Profound Skill".

"Clouds in the blue sky, water in the bottle, the true scripture of clouds and water."

"The whole land is handled with ease, the Nine Directions True Dragon Technique."

Jiang He flipped through the pages at an alarming speed, but before each turn, he activated his divine consciousness.

A diagram of the meridian flow of the White Crane Mystic Art appeared before my eyes. The book said: "Ordinary people can master it in ten years. Prodigies can master it in one year. The White Crane can become proficient in three months."

Under the speed of divine thought, time seems to stand still.

A green leaf fell from the branch.

Jiang He comprehended the profound mysteries of the White Crane Mystic Art, and his Overlord Body granted him a 100% bonus to his comprehension.

By the time the green leaves fell to the ground, he had already thoroughly read and mastered the martial arts manual.

“Normally, it takes three months to comprehend all the essentials of cultivation, but now it only takes three seconds.”

Jiang He burned the copy, having thoroughly comprehended a grandmaster's classic text. Mentally, it was equivalent to spending dozens of days, but in reality, it was only a few seconds.

At the same time, excessive thinking can cause some damage to the brain, but the ultimate self-healing technology can easily repair it.

"If one can comprehend a million martial arts techniques, the martial arts skills that ultimately emerge will inevitably be of extremely high quality."

Jiang He took the Knight King's skin out of his portable sanctuary. As energy was poured in, countless alchemical patterns appeared. This was an alchemical knight's body created by a top master.

With his divine mind at work, he began to imitate the techniques above. Faced with alchemical achievements that had already been put into actual combat, stealing and adjusting them was much simpler than creating them from scratch. The entire skin was right in front of him, and there was no secret about it at all.

Thirty days have passed in this period of reflection.

Ultimate self-healing consumes energy to repair brain damage.

Jiang He raised his right hand, and a subtle alchemical pattern appeared on his palm. He had taken the first step on the path to becoming a symbol of martial arts. This alchemical pattern was very similar to the one on the Knight King.