Chapter 162: Open Conspiracy and Killing Move

In ancient times, Kuafu chased the sun, drank the waters of the Nine Rivers and Nine Jians, and ran for years without sleep or rest.

On this day, seeing he was only a fraction away from catching the Golden Crow, he suddenly felt an unbearable thirst.

But by then, all the rivers of the entire Dongsheng Divine Continent had been drunk dry by him.

Kuafu had no choice but to run wildly toward the sea, only to collapse and die from exhaustion halfway there.

This is the meaning of: "The abilities of gods and demons can be sustained for a long time, but they must not be left unrelaxed!"

This means that the top creatures in the biological chain, gods and demons, can exert their body, heart, and spirit to the fullest for a long time.

But they must know in their hearts that they need to rest and relax after a period of time.

Otherwise, they might suddenly 'croak.'

And Zhang Gui, who inherited half his bloodline from the Great God Kuafu, gradually began to show similar characteristics as the infiltration of the Divine Cong lasted longer and longer.

Having 'roamed' on Xianrong Island for two months, even though he felt inexplicably panicked and uncomfortable all day long,

He still maintained his spirit, physical strength, and divine abilities in their best state.

But now, after relaxing voluntarily upon returning home, he immediately began yawning, as if he couldn't even stand steadily.

"Amu, these days on Xianrong Island, I've been running around all day, so tired.

Now I'm sleepy to death, I want to sleep."

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, if you're tired, go to sleep quickly.

I've been cleaning your room every day.

Just thinking that if you came home and wanted to rest, you could lie down immediately.

Go quickly, go quickly."

Seeing her son yawning and dizzy, Caiyang Duojie pulled her big son's arm with a heart full of pity and dragged him into the room.

As soon as Zhang Gui saw his big, comfortable bed, it was as if he had seen gold ingots, and he threw himself onto it.

He burrowed into the quilt like a loach and stripped off his clothes.

"Amu, don't call me for food until I wake up naturally.

I really need to rest well this time, otherwise, I won't be refreshed."

Seeing her son's satisfied expression, his mother touched Zhang Gui's head with pity.

"Sleep, sleep, Amu won't disturb you.

When you wake up, I'll make you your favorite shrimp paste vegetable meat noodles."

"Don't wait for me to wake up either," Zhang Gui muttered.

"In case I'm too tired this time and sleep for a day and two nights.

You'll be exhausted from waiting.

Just put a big plate of paste on the stove and stretch the noodles.

When I wake up, I'll cook them myself."

Caiyang Duojie looked at her son with love and said nothing.

Zhang Gui was originally so sleepy he couldn't hold on, but seeing his mother didn't answer him, he insisted on not sleeping.

"Amu, if you don't promise me, I won't sleep."

"Good, good, Amu promises you.

My good son is becoming more and more filial, really good, really good."

Caiyang Duojie then replied softly with a face full of smiles.

Zhang Gui felt his heart move upon hearing this, and he instantly entered the land of sweet dreams.

Who knows how long this sleep lasted.

When he opened his eyes again, the room was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

Only a pair of eyes as large as a cat's were wide open by the bed.

Zhang Gui was so startled his whole body shivered, and he almost jumped off the bed.

The various Divine Cong in his body began to operate automatically, and the signs of the 'Black God Explosive Warlord All Methods' transformation instantly emerged.

But the intuition in the dark told him that the owner of those eyes had no malice.

So, after forcing himself to calm down, Zhang Gui looked at those eyes carefully again. After a moment, he dispersed his divine ability and said in a low, annoyed voice:

"Chu Tuantuan, Chu Xiaoshou, scaring people to death is a real thing.

In the middle of the night, you're not resting at the 'Dragon Gate Trading Bureau' and you run to Pingyang Town.

Staring at me with such wide eyes in my room, scaring me—is that fun?"

"When I don't widen my eyes, I'm actually squinting.

Few people know that my eyes are actually very large when opened wide.

I didn't expect that you, Brother Gui, would recognize me at a glance—no, if you had recognized me at the first glance, you wouldn't have revealed your 'True Form.'

It must have been the second glance that you recognized me..."

"Don't joke, Brother Tuantuan.

On the second day after I returned to the Eastern Continent from Xianrong Island, you came to see me in the middle of the night, sneaking around.

There must be something important to discuss.

Speak quickly, don't be an annoying riddle-maker."

The friendship between Chu Tuantuan and Zhang Gui belonged to the 'mutual appreciation, meeting late' type.

Although they hadn't known each other for very long, their friendship was already quite deep.

There was even a hint of 'political allies' between them.

Chu Tuantuan knew that in front of acquaintances he truly had a friendship with, Zhang Gui would say some strange but easily understood words.

He couldn't help but smile and say:

"Brother Gui, you don't like riddle-makers, do you?

Alright, then I won't be a riddle-maker.

Now I am the Great Leader Eunuch of the 'Dragon Gate Trading Bureau.'

The 'Chief of Siyang Commandery' after the Inner Court reopened the 'Eastern Depot.'

I have the power of secret arrest, urgent interrogation, and imprisonment in the imperial prison.

So it's not easy to come see you openly.

I had to sneak over."

Zhang Gui seemed to want to be shocked upon hearing this, but he couldn't be, and finally opened his mouth and said:

"Brother Tuantuan, I really don't want to perform in front of you.

With the temperament of the Hezheng Emperor, once he gets anxious and his mind gets chaotic, he becomes self-willed.

There's nothing he wouldn't do, let alone reopening the Eastern Depot.

Using court beatings instead of laws and publicly executing court officials is all possible.

It's just that I didn't expect you to rise to power so quickly following this evil wind."

"The son the Emperor is most wary of now is Prince Zhen.

And Prince Zhen's first great weapon for fame is the so-called 'Small Nation War' on Xianrong Island.

Since he took the old capital of the Hanli people on the island, Hancheng Prefecture.

The old Hezheng Emperor almost lost the capital region of the nation passed down by his ancestors.

Yet his son, Prince Zhen, helped the vassal state of Hanli, passed down by the ancestors, take back the lost capital region and even wants to help them rebuild their nation—the contrast is making a huge noise.

And how would the common people understand the weight of the two battles?

They would only compare things that sound similar; the father and son doing one negative and one positive—it's a world of difference.

There are even rumors that the current situation is very similar to before the Prince of Yan swept the North.

The only difference is that one uncle was against his nephew, and one father is against his son.

The former is ethically an elder offending a junior, which seems to sound better, but that's all..."

"Alright, Brother Tuantuan, stop talking in such clouds and mist.

I'm not a fool, my mind is very sharp, I understand all these principles you're talking about.

Don't beat around the bush, just tell me your purpose."

"You don't understand.

According to the investigation of the 'Fengwen Department,' these kinds of rumors are very likely created by the people of the Eight Primordial Mountains.

Used to incite internal chaos in Ming Song.

Imagine if one day, Prince Zhen takes the entire Xianrong Island like a hot knife through butter.

Helping the vassal state of Hanli, personally sealed by the founding Zhusha Emperor of our Song Ming Dynasty, rebuild its nation.

How will the current Emperor reward him!

How will Prince Zhen conduct himself!

Is our Hezheng Emperor, who has been on the throne for twenty-nine years, the type of person who would abdicate and spend another few decades as an 'honored but powerless' Retired Emperor?

And is Prince Zhen the type of person who, after gaining half the prestige of Ming Song and holding a million-strong army, would be willing to continue being a filial son and entrust his life and family to the hands of others?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 163 =====