Chapter 873: Noon (A tribute to the alliance leader Hongbai Z!)

Voting day.

Jinshi Nine Gates.

The expressionless Six Jia Divine Soldiers gathered, maintaining order in the queue and also serving the heavy duty of vote counters.

"The Emperor... Your Majesty..."

Yang Fei was mixed in the queue, touching a silver bean in his pocket, his heart filled with complex and indescribable feelings.

This silver bean was exquisitely crafted, with snowflake-like patterns on its surface; it was clearly high-quality snowflake silver, weighing about one tael.

Dulongzi's expression turned grave: "Forcibly killing a True Dragon, and a Founding Ancestor at that—a True Dragon whose National Fortune is on the rise—are you not afraid of Heavenly Punishment?"

A row of musketeers pulled their triggers; accompanied by smoke, blood bloomed on the bodies of all the prisoners, and the wall behind them exploded into craters.

From this, it is evident that the Imperial Court spent at least a million taels of silver for this referendum!

Just as he was in a trance, Yang Fei was given a shove.

Even for the families of commoners in Jingshi, this could be considered a not-insignificant income.

This is also the majesty of the law of the land!

And if they dare to take up weapons to resist, then one must admire their spirit, while incidentally sending them off to the Underworld!

Bang! Bang!

A man in a green robe looked at the sun, then saw a group of soldiers pushing a large number of prisoners out, and could not help but sigh: "Truly, the imperial streets are trodden with the bones of dukes and ministers... Among these people, many were destined for nobility, yet now they are all cast into the dust..."

Dulongzi's expression shook violently, and he stood up to perform a salute: "Fellow Daoist, your righteousness is high; this old Taoist feels inferior! But on the day of the dragon-slaying, there will surely be a great disaster... Even if the Buddhist and Daoist sects have been suppressed for these years, they will still strike. As far as this old Taoist knows... the remaining Taoist Masters of the Daoist Gate and those with the Arhat Fruit Position of the Buddhist Gate are all rushing to Jinshi City now!"

'And... one tael of silver is not a small amount. Rather than throwing it away, it is better to take it home and use it oneself... That is the most practical thing...'

And at this moment, these prisoners had already been tied to the wall, a squad of musketeers lined up, raised their guns...

Yang Fei, meanwhile, saw some old people by the roadside who were heartbroken, or loudly appealing: "The demonic Taoist is throwing the country into chaos, why do you not rise up and resist?"

Perhaps some people already had thoughts in their hearts like, 'It is not I who am wrong, but this world.'

The queue moved slowly, edging forward...

Another person sneered: "This time... could it be that your Han Mountain Temple also intends to intervene?"

Aaron smiled calmly: "Since ancient times, reforms have always had sacrifices; what would it matter if there were one more?"

Yang Fei also followed the crowd to look; he was relatively tall, and finally saw it...

Many people stood on tiptoe, stretching their necks, wanting to see the beans in the vat.

"Hey! Still not moving?"

When Dulongzi finished brewing the tea, Aaron came to sit opposite him, picked up a cup of tea, took a sip, and smiled: "Truly good tea!"

One could see there a cyan-purple True Dragon whose scales had already scattered, leaving only a skeleton, and it appeared to be on its last breath.

There was the resentment of countless millions of people, turning into a bloody Light, as if it would swallow the True Dragon the next moment.

But this time, in killing Xiao Liang, there really was no other way; one could only bear the Backlash alone!

"Dulongzi, you and I have been acquainted for many years, so you must know... I have a great ambition to reform the world and make everyone like a dragon!"

Yang Fei gripped that silver bean tightly in his hand, his heart churning: 'It seems... the Emperor must die... Although throughout the dynasties there have been emperors assassinated, those were all emperors of failing eras. To have a Founding Ancestor of a dynasty killed by a referendum in Jingshi... this is truly a wonder for the ages!'

Others might not know, but Dulongzi knew that in the battle where the Jin King was beheaded by an Array, Aaron had truly suffered a Backlash!

It was just that at the time, Aaron could still let Xiao Liang change his title to Human Emperor, using the conflict between heaven and man to divert contradiction and attention.

"As for Xiao Liang, I have already finished supporting the dragon, so I do not want to care... But what about you, Imperial Preceptor?"

Dulongzi, who had gone to the deep mountains, had returned at some point and was boiling tea in a pavilion on a mountain peak.

And among the crowd, there were even more disguised monks and Taoists mixed in.

His palms were steady and firm... as if nothing could move him.

It is said that for the sake of fairness and justice, one could actually come to vote secretly at night, and could even cover one's face.

This represented that Xiao Liang no longer had any hope of survival!

"Very well, I only fear they won't come!"

The man in the green robe hurriedly waved his hands.

Dulongzi sighed, looking toward the direction of the Imperial Palace in Jinshi City.

"No, no, the Taoist Masters of the Daoist Gate and the Arhats of the Buddhist Gate have all come... what can a mere small temple like mine do? I am just here to watch the excitement..."

He immediately decided that he would not use this silver bean himself, but would make it a family heirloom for his household in the future.

After all, the referendum results were announced that day, and the True Dragon was to be killed today!

The queue was like a long dragon, slowly moving forward.

At this moment, his movements were as smooth as flowing water as he finished brewing two cups of tea.

Only then did he come to his senses, discovering that he had unknowingly already passed through the city gate.

Well, a new dynasty brings a new atmosphere, and it was also because too many people were being killed and the executioners were too busy, so Aaron ordered that only important figures would be granted the treatment of beheading, while everyone else would be executed by gunfire!

"Fire!"

At first, the commoners watched with great interest, but later on, they became numb, and even fearful...

Aaron took another sip of tea, his eyes deep, as if carrying a kind of inexplicable flame.

Dulong Temple.

And that silver bean was still being gripped tightly in his hand.

Looking back, Yang Fei could not help but feel a sense of loss; holding the silver bean in his hand, he also felt his blood racing.

"Sigh... there is no need to ask about the referendum anymore."

"Indeed... my mind is made up; the Emperor will be officially executed in three days."

"Heh... ever since Xulingzi debuted, where in the world is there still any certainty?"

Three days later.

"The commoners at the foot of the Forbidden City are most adept at seeking advantages and avoiding harm... His Majesty has already lost power, and few people are willing to publicly express support for the Emperor..."

After this group of people died, another group was dragged up.

Xiao Liang was once the Prince of Liang, and is now the Founding Ancestor of the world!

Such a True Dragon of his generation, yet he is not given three feet of white silk or poisoned wine, but is actually to be killed with blades and axes!

This method of doing things has completely broken through the bottom line of many Confucian scholars, causing them to enter a state of total collapse of their values.

At the bottom of the huge vat, only a thin layer of silver could be seen, not even covering the pitch-black bottom.

A large number of commoners gathered, bustling and jostling, shoulder to shoulder, yet it was so quiet one could hear a pin drop.

He took a deep breath and saw the large vat at the city gate.

Those Six Jia Divine Soldiers also received orders that if these scumbags were just crying or shouting, there was no need to pay them any mind; it was just as well to let people see the ugly state of the Confucian school clearly.

Before the main gate of the Imperial Palace.

Aaron said indifferently.

Aaron sat in the position of the supervising official, and after executing a batch of dukes, marquises, earls, viscounts, and barons, he had Zhang Jushi brought out to be beheaded.

"The Founding Ancestor is trapped in prison, we are incompetent, incompetent..."

This gentleman did have a bit of the demeanor of a gentleman who would not remove his cap even in death, but it was a pity that after his head was chopped off, he was still just a headless corpse.

When it reached noon, he coldly gave the order: "The hour of noon has arrived, bring out Xiao Liang!"

Everyone's heart gave a start!

(End of this chapter)