Chapter 220: Qin Gui Faces the Executioner's Blade, Emperor Huizong Chooses His Tomb

"Traitor!"

"Going back on your word!"

"To think we trusted you so much~"

Outside Xuan De Lou, the Imperial Street was packed solid with Bianliang City commoners dense as dark clouds, angrily hurling stones and mud at Zhao Huan.

Eggs and vegetable leaves are precious resources; no one would waste them throwing at people, not even at the Emperor.

Under normal circumstances, what gets thrown is dried, naturally pollution-free organic fertilizer after moisture evaporates.

The eggs and vegetable leaves and such in film and television dramas are all beautified results.

After all, it would never do to have a scene of shit flying everywhere in a drama.

Fearful and helpless, as fragile as an infant, Zhao Huan clutched his head with both hands, tears falling like rain.

He kept bitterly begging the surrounding commoners, expressing that he had only momentarily lost his head and done wrong, that he would never dare again, pleading for the commoners to forgive him.

Judging from Zhao Huan's response, he simply lacks the makings of an Emperor.

The correct move at this point should be to shift all responsibility onto someone else.

Claim he was forced, that he was kidnapped, that he is the victim.

I'll take the credit; you carry the black pot.

This is the proper response attitude befitting the Imperial Emperor.

Stupidly confirming his own guilt first, then begging for understanding — truly a useless piece of trash.

Calculating people in the crowd kept stirring up emotions.

Especially emphasizing the Loyalist Faction's counterattack and reversal.

Alarmist tales of how those Taixue students and Deliberation Army members who went to various places to push deliberation and land distribution were cruelly slaughtered by local tyrants — how tragic it all was.

The Deliberation Army's main members are precisely Bianliang City's commoners.

They originally set out in high spirits to promote deliberation everywhere, but suffered brutal blows from local forces.

Tragic news kept streaming back; Bianliang City had long since sunk into fear and rage.

Now the Loyalist Faction's supreme leader actually tried to flee, which fully ignited and unleashed the flames and anger in the commoners' hearts.

"Kill him!"

"Kill him~~~"

Someone took the lead, and the multitude shouted in unison.

Countless people with ferocious faces screamed, their voices like thunder.

If not for armored soldiers blocking the way, Zhao Huan would have been torn to pieces on the spot.

Even a brave man would turn cowardly and tremble facing such a scene.

How much more so Zhao Huan, infamous for his cowardice.

He quickly fainted from fright, a foul stench rising from beneath him, a complete mess.

"Master Qin."

Someone approached Qin Gui's side without changing expression and whispered.

"The Immortal Elder has a message for you."

"Kaifeng Prefecture, Dog Head Executioner's Blade, execute publicly according to law!"

Qin Gui, who had been watching the spectacle, got a cramp in his calf.

He hurriedly feigned illness to escape: "My old ailment is acting up~~~"

Before he finished speaking, the messenger had already turned and left.

Qin Gui stood frozen in place, panic-stricken like an ant on a hot pan.

Throughout a thousand years, many have killed their sovereign.

But not a single one who did so openly and brazenly in broad daylight met a good end.

An Emperor can die of natural causes, drop dead suddenly, dissolve in water, or have all sorts of bizarre death methods.

He simply cannot be openly done away with.

At this moment, a name leapt into Qin Gui's mind.

Cheng Ji!

This man stabbed Wei Emperor Cao Mao in the street; his end was the extermination of three clans!

Sweating profusely, Qin Gui circled in panic, not knowing what to do.

In his panic, yet another person came to his side and instructed him.

"If you haven't accomplished it before the third quarter of the Noon hour, you go accompany the beheading!"

In the end, Qin Gui's fear of death overcame everything.

Face pale, Qin Gui walked with a staggering gait, like a Qing woman wearing flower-pot-bottom shoes, and under the escort of soldiers brought Zhao Huan to Kaifeng Prefecture.

Everything was already set up here.

The wiped-clean, snow-bright Dog Head Executioner's Blade — one look made the heart race with fear.

Zhao Huan, who had barely woken up, opened his eyes and immediately saw the Dog Head Executioner's Blade before him.

He let out a low moan and fainted dead away again.

In a daze, someone slipped a Guilty Confession into Qin Gui's hand.

Pushed onto the high platform, Qin Gui looked at the tens of thousands of commoners around him, unfolded the confession in his hand, and read it aloud in a trembling voice.

The charges were thorough and easy to understand.

From the macro level of losing battles and suing for peace with wagging tail.

Down to the livelihood level of exorbitant levies and cruel exploitation of the commoners.

Then there was the moral failing of breaking one's word; after abdicating, he continued to plot, attempting to regain the throne.

In short, the former ruler Zhao Huan in the list of crimes was as bad as could be.

"~His sins are so deep that heaven and earth cannot tolerate him; he must be executed~~~"

The awakened Zhao Huan, hearing Qin Gui's words, immediately rolled his eyes and fainted again.

Another round of frantic first aid ensued.

"Execute~~"

When Qin Gui shouted those two words, he himself was trembling violently.

In a daze, he seemed to have already seen his own end.

One day, he too would be pressed onto that Dog Head Executioner's Blade!

Compared to the clueless Louis XVI, Zhao Huan on the Dog Head Executioner's Blade wept with tears and snot, urinated and defecated himself, performing extremely poorly.

Asked for his final words, he only cried and begged for mercy, making people look on him with disdain.

Qin Gui hesitated and dared not give the order, until someone finally couldn't help but remind him.

"It's almost past the third minute of noon~~~"

Thinking that after the third minute of noon, he would be executed alongside him.

The trembling Qin Gui finally shouted that word with a cracking voice.

"Execute!"

The blade fell.

Zhao Huan's weeping and wailing ceased abruptly.

This foolish ruler, who could rank among the top three foolish rulers in history, paid the due price for his crimes.

The tens of thousands of onlookers burst into earth-shaking cheers, the noise loud as thunder.

Qin Gui here plopped his buttocks onto the platform, trembling as he closed his eyes.

Killing the ruler in broad daylight, he was completely finished.

His clansmen back home would certainly not escape either.

It's over, it's over, everything is over.

Lin Dao did not let him off just like that.

Someone came to his side and whispered a reminder, "Ten Kings Hall."

Zhao Ji's sons all resided within the Ten Kings Hall.

This was to completely eradicate them root and branch.

Qin Gui shivered as he stood up, striving to calm his emotions.

His condition was obviously much better than before.

After all, the ruler had been executed; what could those Great Kings count for?

"Fellow Dao Friends~"

Qin Gui shouted to the frenzied commoners, "Although the ruler is dead, his brothers are still around."

"They are also secretly plotting, wanting to counterattack and turn the tables~"

"We cannot give them this opportunity!"

"To the Ten Kings Hall~~~"

The commoners, in a state of heightened emotion, were quickly incited.

They shouted in unison, "To the Ten Kings Hall~"

Like a surging tide, they surged toward the direction of the Ten Kings Hall.

The news entered the Imperial Palace.

Lin Dao turned to look not far away at Zhao Ji, whose injuries were gradually improving and who could hardly wait to begin meditation practice.

"The next one to be sent on his way should be you."

Compared to his son Zhao Huan, in being a Foolish Ruler, Zhao Ji was no less.

This man had the heart of a wolf and the lungs of a dog, with no shame whatsoever.

Captured by the Jin people and taken to Five Nations City as a Slave plaything, he actually still had the mind to father ten-plus children in succession.

Such Scum, besides cursing, should just be hurriedly sent on his way, so as not to continue wasting Grain.

"How to arrange it?"

"The Dog Head Executioner's Blade has been used on Zhao Huan; change to a novel method."

"You like cultivation, right~"

"Send you to become an immortal!"

Having made up his mind, Lin Dao approached with a pleasant expression.

"Dao Friend~"

One "Dao Friend" made Zhao Ji feel immensely delighted in his heart.

On his slightly pale face, where his Beard was beginning to fall off, smiles piled up.

"Dao Friend is courteous~"

Lin Dao's smile was otherworldly, "Seeing that Dao Friend has achieved success in cultivation, I suppose you can consider Tribulation Transcendence."

"If Tribulation Transcendence succeeds, one naturally cultivates the Great Dao and ranks among the Immortal Ranks."

Zhao Ji was overjoyed beyond expectation; the look in his eyes toward Lin Dao was full of gratitude.

"Thank you, Dao Friend, for the Immortal Pill's help; only then could my cultivation progress so rapidly."

He said emotionally, "I have sincerely sought the Dao for decades, yet never made any progress."

"Now, with the Dao Friend's Immortal Pill assistance, in just a short time, you have actually cultivated to the Crossing Tribulation Realm."

"The Dao Friend's great kindness and virtue, We shall never forget~~~"

A heartless and ungrateful person, speaking of repaying kindness with his mouth, truly makes one laugh.

Lin Dao also smiled.

The smile was sincere.

"Dao Friend." He enthusiastically offered advice. "Crossing the tribulation is a major matter."

"If successful, one naturally attains a place among the Immortal Ranks."

"But if one fails, then one will be utterly annihilated!"

"One must be cautious."

Zhao Ji, who always put saving his life first, upon hearing these words, immediately felt his heart pound in terror, and irrepressible fear rose up.

But in the blink of an eye, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, he hurriedly saluted Lin Dao.

"Beseeching the Dao Friend for assistance~~~"

"After the matter succeeds, We will ascend to the Immortal Realm, and all worldly wealth and women will be gifted to the Dao Friend."

Lin Dao's smile was sincere. "Your wife, I will raise her~ You just go!"

Just a casual perfunctory reply.

How could he have that much energy to care for them one by one, even the Golden-Hooped Rod couldn't bear it.

"Want to safely cross the tribulation."

Lin Dao's face showed a pensive look. "There is a way."

Zhao Ji was wildly overjoyed. "Beseeching the Dao Friend to teach me~~~"

"You should know, the Heavenly Tribulation is Heavenly Thunder."

"If you want to avoid the Heavenly Thunder, you can hide underground."

"Dig an Earth Cave, place a Coffin underground."

"When the Heavenly Tribulation arrives, you can hide inside the Coffin, using the Fake Death Technique to evade the Heavenly Tribulation."

"Hide inside a Coffin?" Hearing this, Zhao Ji subconsciously trembled.

Such a method, just hearing it makes one's heart give birth to dread.

He looked at Lin Dao, meeting the Immortal Elder's bright, clear, extremely sincere gaze.

On Zhao Ji's side, his mind instantly settled.

'The Immortal Elder is so sincere, he definitely won't harm me!'

He saluted again. "When great merit is achieved and I attain a place among the Immortal Ranks, We shall surely reward you handsomely~~~"

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Lin Dao smiled amiably. "I happen to know some Qi Observation Technique, and have already found a burial~ hiding place~ for you."

Zhao Ji was overjoyed. "May I ask the Immortal Elder, where is it?"

"Outside Nanxun Gate, Yujin Garden, beneath the Capital Monument of Golden Men's Heads."

"Ah?"

Zhao Ji was shocked. "Why is it that kind of gloomy place?"

It is a place of glory, Ben Zi!

Lin Dao nodded, lightly letting out a breath. "The power of Heavenly Thunder can be neutralized and absorbed by the gloomy Qi of the Golden Men's Heads."

"Afterward, through the Great Earth's absorption and blocking, the power finally landing on the Coffin is already negligible."

Under the Great Deception Art.

Zhao Ji, who had long since suffered Qi Deviation ever since the time he castrated himself, immediately agreed.

When Lin Dao left the Imperial Palace, he took out a Scroll from his hand.

This is the Sunflower Manual written in Slender Gold Script, and is also the burial good Lin Dao prepared for Zhao Ji.

Compared to the Bamboo Slips version Zhao Ji obtained, the content is identical.

The only difference is one extra sentence at the end.

'Even without self-castration, one can succeed!'

End of Chapter