Origin Paradise!

"Go and throw a victory celebration banquet."

Gun King San was taken aback by what he heard.

Immediately afterwards, everyone on the battlefield heard the deafening howl of the wolves.

Longcheng turned around in disbelief.

"How can it be!?"

At the edge of the horizon, tens of thousands of white wolves from the ice plains galloped towards them.

The lead black wolf was large and exceptionally ferocious.

The pack of wolves crashed into the formation of the Buddha army from behind, and the warhorses scattered in terror, a natural fear of wolves and other exotic beasts.

Tear, pounce, smash.

The Buddhist army was forced to move forward, and their formation gradually became more concentrated, like a flock of sheep being driven.

Jiang He casually pulled out two hundred black gemstones.

Hundreds and thousands of fierce birds of prey arrived from behind the city gate.

Wuhe led the avian legion to swoop down, snatched the black gem, and then soared into the sky again.

One chaotic bomb after another fell.

Fireworks rose from the ground.

The dense formation of the Buddha army immediately suffered heavy casualties.

The two legions cooperated closely.

Black Wolf led his henchmen across the battlefield, arrived at someone's side, and without saying a word, bit the person's collar and threw them onto his back, then turned back and charged.

Amidst the raging flames and the surging impact of the battlefield, Long Cheng looked at the figure riding a wolf approaching him, his face filled with helplessness. He leaned back, staring blankly at the sky. He had practiced martial arts and cultivated Taoism for twenty years without ever suffering a defeat, but today he had lost completely.

Even if all ten of the world's top masters came together, he was confident he could wipe them all out. But this time, his opponent was a stubborn monster. No matter what methods he used, the opponent showed no fear or wavering.

"My Longcheng is no less than anyone else."

A black wolf swept past, and a long spear came flying.

Longcheng suddenly flipped over, grabbed the stone next to him, and threw it with all his might.

The spear cleaved it vertically in two, executing its soul.

At the same time, the stone hit Jiang He's face, failing to penetrate even his Holy Iron External Kung Fu defense. But for a moment, he even thought that Long Cheng could still stand up.

On the chaotic battlefield, every time the Floating Iron Cavalry attempted to concentrate their forces to counterattack, they were mercilessly shattered by the Flying Bird Legion.

The slaughter lasted for a full hour. When the battlefield of the pass was covered with corpses, minced flesh like mud, and blood flowing like a river, Old Black trudged through the blood and mud, barking twice to summon the wolf pack.

A crow landed on someone's shoulder.

The only good news since the start of the war is that the executive officer's exclusive shop has not yet closed.

By using black gems to bombard the Floating Iron Cavalry, a total of more than 32,000 merits were obtained.

Jiang He exchanged all his merits for Rubik's Cube dolls, bringing the total number of dolls to four thousand. As for weapons and armor, they were currently scattered all over the ground.

One by one, the puppets were activated and then mounted the white wolves of the ice plains.

"Boss, what do we do next?" Wuhe asked.

Jiang He pondered for a moment.

A Tantric Buddhist master meets with a demon king.

The Lord of the Great Snow Mountain and the leader of the Dao fought a decisive battle in the far north.

Wang Ting led an army of 300,000 south.

Dragon City, the pinnacle of martial arts, is dead.

At this moment, tens of thousands of Icefield Wolves gathered, and four thousand Fiend Army soldiers stood ready with their weapons at the ready.

Jiang He decided, "The ancestral land of the Northern Barbarians, Dragon City, is empty. Let's take this opportunity to head north."

They were making a lot of random noises.

……

In the sixth year of the Xuanhe era, winter arrived.

Beyond the border of Yizhou, two cities fell due to mountain fires.

The northern barbarian army attacked the dark Great Wall.

But at the same time, several messages circulated throughout the world.

At the once-every-twenty-years Jianchi Mountain Sword Tournament, Jiang Wuyang, the pacifier of chaos, won the championship and ultimately reached the top, and from then on, he would no longer participate in the Sword Tournament.

On the same day, the second-best martial artist in the world, Beiman Longcheng, led 40,000 Floating Iron Cavalry to attack Dangguan City, but was blocked by Pingluan Bo Tianjiang.

Longcheng was killed in battle, and the entire 40,000-strong cavalry was wiped out.

The Duke of Pingluan once again ascended to the top, becoming the number one in the world.

Three days later, the four thousand fierce wolf riders led by the Duke of Pingluan marched north, conquered the ancestral land of the Northern Barbarians, and burned Dragon City to the ground.

When the news came out, the whole world was shocked.

And almost at the same time.

The auspicious mythical creature Qilin, discovered in Daming Prefecture before winter, exploded while being escorted back to the capital.

Of the four red-robed eunuchs who accompanied the halberd warriors to the border, one was killed and three were wounded, and many of the escorts also suffered casualties.

When the news reached the imperial palace in the capital, the emperor was furious.

After a twelve-year hiatus, the imperial palace once again convened a grand court assembly.

Officials entered the capital, and ministers ascended the throne.

……

In the capital, snowfall foretells a bountiful year.

On the long white jade steps, noble people who were rarely seen on ordinary days appeared one after another.

The stone lions on both sides have their eyes wide open in anger. A magnificent palace complex stands before you, its golden glazed tiles gleaming in the sunlight. The upturned eaves and corners resemble a roc spreading its wings, exuding a solemn and imposing aura.

At the head of the court officials, the elderly and frail Chief Minister Yan, with his white hair and beard, was the first to enter the main hall of the palace.

Dust rippled in the light, the main hall was spacious and bright, yet countless shadows seemed to lurk in the corners.

With all the officials in place, a whip cracked, its sound echoing throughout the entire imperial palace and the Forbidden City, and from that moment on, everyone's expression turned solemn.

The emperor, dressed in a plain white Taoist robe, arrived in his carriage.

"The court officials are to pay their respects!" the red-robed eunuch announced.

All processes proceeded smoothly and efficiently.

In a corner of the palace, a burly man holding a halberd held his breath in concentration.

"Why do we have to hold a meeting in the Origin instance?"

Chu Fuqiang cautiously surveyed his surroundings. As a palace guard, his duty at this moment was to maintain order with his colleagues, but before him were the most outstanding figures in the world.

On the golden dragon throne, the emperor's face was obscured by his crown and comb, making his expression impossible to discern.

"The death of the auspicious beast must be thoroughly investigated from top to bottom."

"My long residence in the palace does not mean that you can neglect your duties."

"The Qilin is an auspicious beast from our ancestors, and now that it has suffered misfortune, my heart aches."

“Yan Qing, this matter is the responsibility of your eldest son, so you shall investigate it.”

Chief Minister Yan slowly stepped forward and bowed slightly.

"Your humble servant obeys the decree."

The officials remained silent. If it were anyone else, and they encountered an accident while escorting the Qilin to the capital, they would probably be immediately executed along with their entire family. However, Chief Minister Yan's imperial favor was as great as ever, and he was one of the few people who were qualified to enter the palace regularly.

"Your Majesty, I have something to report."

After the mourning period ended, the elderly Yue, who had resumed his post as Minister of War, stepped forward.

"Speak," the emperor said listlessly.

The old man Yue said slowly, "The Qilin beast is dead, but Your Majesty also has a Qilin son by your side. In late autumn, the barbarians from beyond the Great Wall harassed the border. Wu Xunping, the loyal and brave Marquis, first defeated 40,000 barbarian soldiers beyond the Great Wall, and then annihilated 40,000 iron cavalry at Dangguan City. His merits were outstanding. He led 4,000 cavalrymen north to conquer the ancestral land of the barbarians and held a grand ceremony to worship Heaven for Your Majesty. He beheaded 352 barbarian nobles with more than 10,000 households. The heads have been sent to the Six Ministries for verification."

In the corner, Chu Fuqiang thought to himself, this Duke of Pingluan seems to be an extraordinary figure.

"Continue," the emperor said.

It's just a request for credit; it's not worth the Minister of War personally getting involved.

“The Duke of Pingluan is deeply grateful for the Emperor’s boundless grace and the court’s cultivation, and hereby submits this memorial to praise Chief Minister Yan.”

Old Man Yue paused for a moment, then uttered four words that were like a bombshell.

"Eagle-eyed and wolf-like."

Chapter 167 Court

The main hall of the imperial palace.

As the words fell, a cold wind seemed to sweep through the hall. Some people pursed their lips, some lowered their eyes, and all the high-ranking officials remained absolutely silent. But as if thunder had sounded in their ears, everyone became alert.

"Eagle-eyed and wolf-like."

In the silence, the emperor repeated himself.

Old Man Yue could almost hear his own heart pounding.

In the past, the Sima clan pointed to the Jianjiang River in Yizhou and made an oath, but later broke their promise. They relied on their longevity to outlive three powerful rulers and eventually seized the throne, leaving a lasting stain on their reputation.

Historical records describe him as having the eyes of an eagle and the gaze of a wolf, implying that he was greedy, ruthless, and cruel, and that he would eventually bring disaster upon his family and country.

The ministers were all deep in thought. Chief Minister Yan was very much like the Sima family of ancient times, with the same longevity and the same overwhelming power.

If we could turn back time six months, this "praise" might not have caused such a stir.

However, the Daoist leader and the Lord of the Great Snow Mountain are locked in a decisive battle in the far north, with the outcome uncertain. Meanwhile, the Grand Ancestor of the Imperial Palace is about to pass away, and his whereabouts are kept secret.

The problems with two grandmasters who were pillars of the nation immediately had a direct impact on imperial power.

If everything goes well, even if the auspicious Qilin dies, the emperor will not need to hold a grand court assembly to demonstrate his stance.

Just as a meteorite falls from the sky or a celestial dog eclipses the sun, when faced with unpredictable celestial phenomena, someone must step forward to take responsibility. In the most serious cases, even the emperor must publicly admit his mistakes and issue an edict of self-reproach.

The death of the auspicious Qilin, which accompanied the founding emperor, today serves as a landmark event and a wake-up call.

Barbarian tribes invaded the borders, rebellions broke out in Jiangnan, and demonic cults ran rampant.

At this moment, similar thoughts arose in the minds of all the ministers.

—The fate of the nation.

Before a dynasty falls, those caught in the vortex are unlikely to perceive the impending catastrophe.

At the forefront of the officials, the elderly and frail Chief Minister Yan remained silent.

"Your Majesty, I request to report that Hangzhou fell half a month ago. Rebels from three routes seized the city and gathered tens of thousands of people. The local commandery officer was killed in battle."

"Your Majesty, I request that the Annam Governor-General's Office has sent troops out of the country, and the King of Annam has acted arrogantly and disrespectfully. His crime should be punished."

"Your Majesty, I request that the Ministry of Revenue allocate funds to provide disaster relief for the millions of refugees who have crossed the river to the north, causing overcrowding in the capital region."

……

The officials submitted their memorials one by one.

In a corner of the main hall, Chu Fuqiang stood with a serious expression, as if he could see a surging tide.

Judging from the content of the memorial, the Great Qian Dynasty was in its final stage.

The emperor was devoted to Taoist practice and required a stable environment, so the Grand Secretary Yan, who advocated stability, held immense power in the court.

But as rebels rose up and local authorities continued to suppress them, military groups continued to grow stronger, demanding a higher political status.

Meanwhile, internal divisions emerged within the powerful families closely aligned under Chief Minister Yan.