Chapter 950: The Grand General Comes to Fight Corruption?

Compared to the League of Bliss, the heresies of Great Ming seemed remarkably orderly, for most of Great Ming’s heresies sought only wealth.

For instance, during this carpet-style purge in Songjiang Prefecture, the heretics captured were primarily the White Lotus Sect, a heresy officially designated since the early Ming.

The White Lotus Sect originated from Manichaeism, which flourished in the Tang Dynasty, later blending with Maitreya teachings, Daoism, and Buddhism to form a widespread network across the southern and northern rivers.

The White Lotus Sect’s doctrine holds: Teach

Mu Yuan fell into thought, having never asked what research project Gongye Zhibao was responsible for within the Organization, simply because he never felt curious.

The elder likely understood the situation; he did not meet Zhang Daoming’s gaze but turned toward the young men.

“Easy.” Zhang Yuan pulled Zhao Xuan to the wall beside the gate, making Zhao Xuan kneel half-bent with his hands pressed against the wall.

She looked up at the moon in the sky—it seemed close, yet was truly far away, while her suffering was so near.

Not only did she keep Lin Wan by her side at all times, but she even slept with him, too afraid he might return suddenly to sleep deeply.

At that moment, the talisman ignited instantly, engulfing Su Fan’s entire body in flames; the fire spread, burning away his upper torso and revealing the Xiangliu tattoo beneath.

“Thank you, my parents are alive, my husband treats me well, my family is happy and complete!” Jiang Shu smiled warmly, deeply satisfied.

A sudden flash of insight struck her: the happiness index of this main storyline had surged the day she obtained the seed, but since the famines and disasters began, it had steadily declined.

When the elevator doors opened, a powerful and chilling aura made Bo Han shiver involuntarily; she looked up and met a pair of unusually deep eyes.

Left hand, right hand, slow motion… Li Yiming muttered a mental complaint, then began seriously analyzing the meaning behind Zhang Zifeng’s movements.

Then, with a distinctly lewd gesture, he pulled a lasso from his storage space and aimed it at Charles.

He was the one who risked his life to save her, the one who, despite his own discomfort, cooked for her and spoiled her.

Yesterday at the entrance of Ailu, as he bid Tang Tang farewell, he noticed a blinding white light flicker in the distance.

Yang Xianrong’s memory was blank—nothing at all; even her gaze at Shi Hu was as clear as spring water, yet when Shi Hu tried to approach her, she recoiled.

Today, Liao Chuxiu directly impeached the Transport Commissioner, accusing Feng Qizhou of errors and omissions in supervising transport, and of allowing the Transport Commissioner’s office to withhold rations from the garrison camp.

“Come, feel for yourselves—see which two each of you is destined to be linked with.” Yuanshi said to the two.

Both churches were bloodily purged, yet no internal turmoil surfaced. This indicated the attack was likely carried out by someone within, with highly sophisticated planning; after such a purge, chaos was effortlessly quelled and morale calmed.

Upon returning to camp, every face bore joy: their force numbered only a few thousand, yet they had slain over ten thousand enemies and seized vast quantities of grain—how could they not rejoice?

Back then, Liao Boru had left a profound impression on him, so deep he could still recall the scene of the young man standing before the Golden Hall, speaking of loyalty and righteousness.

“They’ve tampered with us, but I don’t know how or why.” Shen Jiawei wept uncontrollably, terrified of this despairing fear.

In the next few breaths, the giant bird unleashed terrifying divine abilities, filling the heavens with chaotic flames, radiating yin-yang energies, causing the entire world to tremble under its pressure.

He had long wondered why he felt no cold or heat, assuming it was innate talent—only now did he realize the true reason.