Chapter 661: Riding the Sword with the Wind, Black Lotus Blooming (Part 2)

Chapter 661: Chapter 273: Riding the Sword with the Wind, Black Lotus Blooming (Part 2)

“But if the herdsman of cattle and sheep loses control and one day desires to slaughter all for meat, what then?”

And so, Ji Hai treated the Great Li Dynasty as his own enterprise.

Meticulously managing it, ready to harvest at any time, to aid his own path to the Dao.

Then came Ji Tang, seeing this pasture nearly snatched away, simply decided to set it ablaze, smashing the pot along with it.

At this point, Weifu Bo stopped speaking.

She knew that Chen Ping surely understood her meaning.

This was a covert admonition to Chen Ping.

When a person no longer regards themselves as human but as a deity, wielding life and death in their hands.

Then, this pasture has already lost its meaning.

Perhaps, there is boundless backlash awaiting.

At least, three thousand years ago, the one who set up thirty-six pastures would definitely not tolerate such changes in his property.

All these years, that person has not appeared, perhaps due to changes, perhaps not, but who can be certain?

“I understand.”

Chen Ping nodded slightly.

In his past life, history books clearly stated that every time the supreme on the throne no longer regarded themselves as human, chaos arose across the land, with only one-tenth of the people surviving.

Then, it all ends together.

And in myths, there are certain legends.

As some people’s thoughts change, the flock may live well.

But if one becomes displeased, a flood engulfs all, reshaping the future.

What a hell of a situation.

Anyway, no matter what happens, human civilization is like grass on the plains, burned to the ground, and sprouts anew in spring.

In the eyes of some, the people are akin to wild grass.

If a batch is gone, scatter some seeds, grow another batch, it makes no difference.

Before us stands only one Ji Tang.

Under this starry sky, there cannot ever be just one Ji Tang.

And here is merely a pasture.

Only this time, it is oneself temporarily becoming the shepherd or herdsman.

Thinking of this, Chen Ping couldn’t help but feel a slight chill in his heart.

If he never obtained the Spring and Autumn Silkworm’s Attribute Panel, would he still merely be a sheep?

Feeling for others like oneself, empathizing, he firmly believed that he was still a person, not having changed with increasing power.

“That’s good.”

…

The Spring of the Nineteen Year of Yuanzhen.

No, now it is the First Year of Yuanhe.

Although the Little Emperor ascended hurriedly and abdicated quickly, serving as emperor for less than a day in total.

Yet he still had a regnal title.

Enough for Chen Ping to remember his name, Ji Xuanhe.

Since Ji Tang’s death, Ji Changshou, whether truly or falsely, seemed to have gone mad.

At the moment Chen Ping personally led a hundred thousand troops into Yujing City.

He went insane.

Logically speaking, Ji Changshou’s cultivation had reached the Peak of Unity Realm, just half a step away from achieving Tripartite Unity, his Divine Sense forged, solidifying a True Form Dao Foundation, it was impossible for him to go mad.

When Chen Ping saw him, this guy was on the street, hugging a little spotted dog, calling it Yufei, with tenderness in his eyes.

You’d think he was a romantic, but he wasn’t.

Soon after, he caught a little black cat, calling it “Xuan Shuang my son,” as if that cat were really his son, calling until he burst into tears.

“This person commits evil deeds, regardless of whether truly mad or faking madness, cannot be left alive.”

Feng Yuantu’s eyes flickered.

Fearing his king would show a moment of leniency and spare Ji Changshou.

As a defector, not long after surrendering, without yet using his knowledge to strategize and arrange troops for his king, suddenly he was told the dynasty had changed, and succeeded.

These days, Feng Yuantu felt like he was in a dream, unable to believe it was real.

He wanted to laugh, but couldn’t.

Why does this world have beings like the Venerable Divine Martial?

One person suppressing an army, one person fighting a nation, with such beings, what need is there for ordinary people like us?

As ants, perhaps?

His head was dizzy, constantly following Chen Ping, feeling no better than fellow officials who entered the capital, not knowing what his role was.

However, remaining rationality told him, certain things must be done, although the world seemed unified, it was not completely so.

Still places where they are needed.

“Mr. Yuantu overthinks.”

Chen Ping smiled and said, “I am not one to have a soft heart, nor one to delight in killing indiscriminately, no matter what, the princes and grandsons of the Ji Family cannot remain.”

He did not elaborate further.

The Brow Heart Eye opened, observing through the Azure Dragon Seal’s perspective, the world’s Qi surged, black tides rolled, upon the continuous territories under his control, like a burgeoning current of Qi, yet a large portion slowly dissipated.

Others might not know or see clearly where over forty percent of this Qi went, but he knew.

“Open…”

The light between his brows suddenly brightened.

The Bright Moon Shadow Heart Method activated, as the Azure Dragon Seal moved gently, the radiance shone brilliantly.

On the screen of light, with his Tier Eight Soul Divine Sense, Chen Ping saw seventeen or eighteen thick currents connecting to various places.

The largest of which, occupying over eighty percent, flowed into the ruins of the rear palace, directly to the location isolated from the Divine Sense beneath the soil.

And the other portions of Qi dispersed to various regions, entering each state and prefecture.

The two largest streams belonged to the former Emperor of Great Li, Ji Changshou, and Ji Xuanhe, who had just ascended for a day.