Ch 12 – A Very Rebellious Space Pirate

Yu Xi was a little excited. It had been a long time since he’d had such a close encounter with conflict between humans.

Kersz was quite savvy, and asked Yu Xi for a pair of handcuffs. When the device was placed on Tau’s wrists, a semi-transparent halo popped out and tightly bound Tau’s body.

After a brief moment of surprise, Kersz found a rope and tied one end to Tau’s wrist, then handed the other end to Yu Xi.

Yu Xi didn’t understand at first, but then Kersz explained.

Kersz had other things to take care of, so he asked Yu Xi to wait around for a while. If he got bored, he could just play with the human.

“Is your father really the Supreme Governor?” Yu Xi asked him. “Hey, it seems you have six coalitions now. Which one is your father the Supreme Governor of?”

“The Starfield Alliance,” Kersz replied as he searched through some files. “The biggest stick in the mud among the six coalitions.”

The Starfield Alliance? Was that where Kersz had worked as a miner?

In Yu Xi’s chats with Kersz, he’d said that the Starfield Alliance had the largest number of planets under its control, and was the first interstellar coalition established by mankind after leaving their home planet. It was also in possession of the most resources.

They considered themselves to be the inheritors of human civilization, and displayed in their homes genuine artifacts from their mother planet, indicating that their families were already among the nobility back then.

Their culture had not integrated with any other alien races. They represented humanity’s pride.

Kersz kept his own past shrouded in secrecy, and only noted a few vague turning points in his life.

Yu Xi felt that he probably wouldn’t get much out of Tau by asking about his family background, considering how apprehensive he was right now. “Hey, then are you familiar with Kersz?”

Tau was caught off guard, and Kersz glanced back at Yu Xi.

Tau remained silent.

“What kind of person was he as a child, ah?” Yu Xi proceeded to ask, ignoring his silence.

Kersz said nothing. He located the optical computer he needed and clicked through it in search of something.

“Since you’ve been his friend for so long, you must know something.” Yu Xi wouldn’t mistreat one of his hard-won humans, and held the rope as he found a chair for him to sit in.

“Was he particularly mischievous as a child?” Yu Xi pressed.

Tau was still analyzing the situation. He had absolutely no idea who Yu Xi was or which faction he belonged to. When dealing with such a mysterious person, caution was paramount.

He didn’t know when Kersz had guessed his identity. Kersz was a madman, and was capable of anything when pushed too far.

“Are you still in shock?” Yu Xi asked.

While observing Kersz’s reaction, Tau warily responded to Yu Xi: “I met Kersz after he became a space pirate.”

Yu Xi felt that this was a crooked human: “Isn’t your father the Supreme Governor? You’re a spy, and you must have investigated Kersz before you began spying on him.”

Tau: …..

Yu Xi continued: “Where is he from, ah?”

“You can ask Kersz.” Tau didn’t want to answer Yu Xi’s questions anymore.

“If he were willing to tell me, would I be asking you?” Yu Xi asked in return. He could hack into the system here and find out more about Kersz, but he felt that he should show more respect.

Humans valued privacy very much.

Seeing that Tau didn’t seem inclined to reveal the details of Kersz’s identity, Yu Xi then asked: “How old is your dad? How many children does he have? Who is your mom? Since humanity has advanced into space, do people still have to give birth themselves?”

Yu Xi suddenly grasped a key point.

According to his understanding of the ancient humans, humanity should have solved the issue of procreation before venturing into interstellar space. And under such circumstances, how could an “illegitimate child” come about?

“You don’t know these things?” Tau was somewhat perplexed. Why was this person acting like he didn’t understand the workings of society at all?

“Yu Xi, what do you think illegitimate children are?” Kersz asked with some curiosity.

“As I understand it, this term refers to children born out of wedlock, products of extramarital affairs, and in general, children conceived through infidelity,” said Yu Xi.

Kersz responded with an “oh.” He didn’t know much about the distant past – perhaps the term “illegitimate child” once meant such a thing in their language, but it definitely didn’t now.

“An illegitimate child, or just ‘Illegitimate,’ as we call them, isn’t necessarily a product of infidelity, but they are still considered to be children born outside of marriage, or rather, outside of the law,” Kersz said.

Tau may not carry the Supreme Governor’s genes, but he was indeed the man’s “child.”

Human pregnancy was not permitted in this era, as it was deemed an unnecessary risk.

Once a human reached sexual maturity, the medical system often preserved their “genetic vectors,” so that they had the option of using them to create a child in the future.

If the owners of these genetic vectors were to pass away, the genetic vectors would be destroyed.

“But some of them might not necessarily be destroyed. Some people abuse their power to “consume” the genetic vectors that should be disposed of, creating extra children,” said Kersz. “Every legal child will have their entire embryonic development recorded in detail in the Alliance’s system, and are given a unique code at the moment of birth.”

“Even though I’ve become a space pirate, my code can still be traced.” Kersz turned to look at Tau. “But his can’t.”

Yu Xi’s eyes lit up: “He’s an unregistered person?”

Tau didn’t understand what Yu Xi was so excited about.

“He’s unregistered,” Kersz agreed with a hum.

Tau: …..

Tau: “…..Kersz.”

“What?” Kersz replied casually. “Are you going to beg for mercy now? Isn’t it a bit too late? Your reaction time is too long. Did you never get a neurological exam when you were a child?”

Tau’s voice shook: “He’s touching my face.”

Yu Xi was stroking Tau’s face in circles.

Kersz turned away again, and Yu Xi sniffed lightly next to Tau’s face.

“So, the purpose of creating these Illegitimates is to use them as frontmen?” Yu Xi was very perceptive.

What was the purpose of having an illegitimate child whose origins couldn’t be traced? Naturally, it was to have them do what you couldn’t do yourself.

Tau’s biological parents should have already passed away. Yu Xi didn’t believe that he shared half of the Supreme Governor’s blood, because once that connection was discovered, the Supreme Governor’s past deeds would no longer be concealed.

The Supreme Governor, this “father,” was more like a boss. A boss who was impossible to get rid of.

“Correct, they’re used as frontmen. For example, Tau volunteered to travel to a remote planet at the risk of his life, just to get close to me and manipulate me into becoming the Supreme Governor’s weapon against anyone who gets in his way.”

Yu Xi understood: “You were used? Did you kill someone?”

“Those people did commit atrocities, and they deserved to die.” Kersz was quite certain that he had thoroughly investigated the backgrounds of those targets, and it was precisely because of this that he didn’t dwell on it.

The Supreme Governor had even secretly done him a favor.

“The Supreme Governor deserves death too,” said Kersz. “He has no few sins to his name.”

Yu Xi: “…..What do you plan to do next?”

“Be your first beloved human and compete with Tau for your affections,” Kersz said.

Yu Xi: “Nonsense! You want to kill the Supreme Governor!”

Kersz added: “And then come back and compete with Tau for your affections.” He shut down the terminal. 

“Okay, Mr. Yu. We should get out of here ASAP.” 

Yu Xi gasped: “What did you just do?”

“Sent a message to the Supreme Governor informing him that his life is in danger,” Kersz explained.

“You?! You should recall my warning that if you cause trouble for me, I’ll get rid of you!” Yu Xi was a little angry. “I don’t want to be hunted down alongside you!”

“Please don’t kill me.” Kersz’s face crumpled pitifully.

Yu Xi grabbed something and threw it at Kersz.

Kersz was unable to dodge, and was hit squarely on the nose by Tau’s head. Both of them cried out and fell to the floor together.

Kersz tried to explain, but Yu Xi handcuffed him as well, then returned the way they had come with one of them under each arm.

People saw them on the street, but nobody came to intercept them.

Yu Xi put a hood on Tau, but didn’t cover Kersz’s face. He wanted Kersz to know shame.

Guards were present at the spaceport here, but since this third-class planet was not under the jurisdiction of any of the six coalitions, the guards here were merely private soldiers kept by the largest power in the region.

One of them asked Yu Xi about the two people in his arms, but before he could say anything, Kersz chimed in: “We’re playing a game. The one carrying me is my master.”

Tau wriggled a couple of times, and Kersz clicked his tongue: “Fine, he’s our master.”

The guard: …..

The guard’s face twisted up.

Kersz, however, persisted: “But I’ve known Master longer. That guy over there is new, and I don’t think he’s passed the probation period yet.”

Yu Xi’s complexion improved.

The guard instructed Yu Xi to remove the covering from Tau’s head, and Yu Xi did so.

Tau’s appearance had also been modified.

Yu Xi then handed over all three of their wrists, and the system beeped, confirming their identities.

Tau’s eyes flared wide.

He wasn’t surprised that some of the restrictions on him could be partially lifted, but he was surprised that his identity card could pass inspection.

He naturally knew that there were people who could forge identity cards, but he was also very clear that Yu Xi hadn’t done anything, at least not in front of him. So how was his personal wristpad able to pass inspection?

When had Yu Xi changed his identity card?

How did he possess such advanced technology?

Tau glanced at Kersz, the fellow captive opposite him. Although he said nothing, he was wracking his brains to figure out which camp Yu Xi belonged to.

Upon returning to the starship, Yu Xi dropped Kersz first.

“Oh~ Don’t you think this is a little too cruel to me?” Kersz asked from where he was sprawled on the ground.

“You’re just a sweet-talking bad boy! You’re always coming up with things to get me in trouble.” Yu Xi gritted his teeth and set Tau on a chair. “Now I have a new human.”

Kersz: “I’m going to cry.”

Tau didn’t understand what game they were playing: “I will not betray my father. Either kill me now, or you will regret it later.”

Yu Xi: ?

Why was this human suddenly being so aggressive?

Yu Xi took a step back and looked at Kersz, who was faking tears on the ground: “Baby~”

Kersz immediately understood: “Master?”

Yu Xi looked at Tau again: “If you don’t obey, I’ll let him out to eliminate your father.”

Tau: ?!

Yu Xi then asked Kersz: “You can do it, right?”

Kersz laughed heartily: “Woof~”

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Anhuai-wang’s palace was located in Henan, in the capital city of Jiyang Prefecture.

It had been built on the same street as the subordinate government offices – that was, the “mini-court” of the entire Henan region.

It was the evening of the 19th.

Dark clouds shrouded the city, and the rain, which had stopped for half a day, showed signs of falling again.

A soldier on horseback galloped all the way from outside the Jiyang Prefecture capital city, stopping only once he reached the gates of the palace.

A servant boy stepped forward to take the reins, and the soldier quickly entered the manor and proceeded toward the main council hall.

Upon seeing the main courtyard steward, he took a letter from his pocket and handed it over.

The steward accepted the letter, then turned and entered the courtyard.

Inside the main room, a fresh-faced youth sat at the head of the table. He wore long robes in dark blue and white, and his high ponytail was fixed in place by a jade guan.

To his right sat an older man well past fifty, sporting a long white beard.

Directly opposite the old man was a man in his thirties. With a broad face and a square jaw, he wore a dignified, solemn expression, and carried the aura of death unique to military commanders.

“Xiansheng.” The youth looked at the older man and said in a gentle voice, “If Ning-wang doesn’t agree to our conditions, are we really going to withhold the grain?”

“Do not worry, Your Highness,” said the old man, Strategist Jiang Yongshou. “Hexi Prefecture is short of food and supplies, and our conditions are not unreasonable. Ning-wang has no reason to refuse.”

“But what if he does?” Anhuai-wang Bai Liming frowned slightly. “There are so many common people. We can’t just watch them starve to death.”

“Please relax, the reply from Hexi Prefecture should arrive soon.”

After saying this, Jiang Yongshou sent a surreptitious glance toward the military officer.

He Zhen was the commander of 30,000 Henan troops, and also the protégé of the old prince.

However, the old prince had been in poor health since childhood and passed away two years ago, which was why his only son, Bai Liming, inherited his title at only eighteen years old.

Jiang Yongshou and He Zhen had followed the old prince before he came to his fiefdom. One a civil official and one a military officer, they worked together along the way.

Before his death, the old prince entrusted the care of Bai Liming to these two men, and at present, decisions on all matters big and small regarding the fiefdom were made after discussion between the three of them.

Bai Liming wasn’t a particularly intelligent person, but he wasn’t a fool either – he was just an ordinary child.

After the old prince passed away, the old princess had doted on her son even more, which caused Bai Liming to develop a somewhat weak personality.

Such a person was incapable of being a wise ruler, nor could he effectively manage a fiefdom.

But for Jiang Yongshou and He Zhen, such a master was absolutely perfect.

The other party was extremely dependent on them, and heeded them both very well.

And no matter what decisions they made, Bai Liming would obediently agree.

But as a result, Bai Liming became increasingly indecisive, while the statuses of these two civil and military officials rose accordingly, thus making them the true decision-makers in Henan.

Anhuai-wang’s fiefdom was the true embodiment of “using a figurehead to control the government.”

If Jiang Yongshou and He Zhen weren’t in contention with one another, Bai Liming might not even have the courage to offer his own suggestions.

This arrangement was likely the last bit of protection the old prince left for his only son.

Outside, the steward knocked on the door.

Upon receiving permission, he took the letter given to him by the soldier and went inside, handing it to Bai Liming.

Bai Liming opened it immediately.

He glanced over the contents and breathed a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across his face as he said, “That’s great.”

“What does it say?” Jiang Yongshou asked urgently. “Has Ning-wang agreed to our conditions?”

He Zhen’s expression changed slightly, and he took a couple of steps to Bai Liming’s side.

Bai Liming handed him the letter, then turned to Jiang Yongshou with a smile: “Ning-wang said he has enough grain, so we don’t need to send any more.”

Bai Liming was genuinely happy. This way, the common people of Hexi Prefecture wouldn’t starve to death, and he himself wouldn’t have to seize Hexi Prefecture.

Regarding the exchange for Hexi Prefecture this time, Jiang Yongshou and He Zhen, who were usually at odds, actually agreed with each other.

They harbored ambition in their hearts, and were unwilling to remain as obscure strategists and commanders in this fiefdom.

Bai Liming didn’t know how to refuse them, but he really didn’t want to do any of this pointless work. He didn’t want to fight for this or that – he just wanted to live a peaceful, carefree life in his own little secluded corner of the world.

Anhuai-wang was worried.

His father’s dying words to him were that he should not get involved in politics, but simply stay in his fiefdom and live a peaceful life.

The old prince knew his son very well, and he also knew those brothers who were eyeing him covetously.

Therefore, he didn’t stop saying this to Bai Liming until the moment he died, and passed away with his eyes wide open.

“He has grain?” Jiang Yongshou’s expression changed, and he got up and walked to He Zhen’s side, where they read the letter together.

There were just two short sentences: [Hexi Prefecture has sufficient grain. There is no need for Anhuai-wang to trouble himself.]

The handwriting and tone clearly indicated that it had been written by Qin Xiao himself.

While Bai Liming was relieved, the other two looked increasingly grim.

Qin Xiao was clearly mocking them!

Jiang Yongshou shut his eyes, his brow furrowed tightly.

He Zhen didn’t even bother to pretend as he crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it at his feet. Then, with a flick of his sleeves, he stepped right over the crumpled paper and out the door.

At the sight of his anger, Bai Liming immediately grew flustered and didn’t dare reveal his joy so openly anymore.

He sent Jiang Yongshou a cautious look.

The old man stroked his beard, and when he looked at Bai Liming again, his brow was no longer furrowed. He even donned a gentle smile and said: “Your Highness is right. It is a good thing that Hexi Prefecture has grain.”

Bai Liming’s tense nerves relaxed all at once, and he said: “Xiansheng thinks so too?”

“How wonderful it is that the common people will have enough to eat,” Jiang Yongshou said. “It is getting late, please go and have your dinner, Your Highness. This official will take his leave now.”

Although he was a strategist, he had his own residence outside the palace, which the old prince had prepared for him when he was still alive.

Jiang Yongshou rushed home after leaving the palace, but halfway there, a sudden downpour began.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared.

Upon arriving at the manor gates, Jiang Yongshou got out of the carriage.

A servant hurriedly held up an umbrella for him as he walked toward his study at a brisk pace.

He ordered someone to grind ink and dismissed all but one trusted servant.

Approaching his desk, he picked up a brush and dipped it in ink.

A line of text soon appeared on the paper: [The plan has failed. Hexi Prefecture not obtained. The variable is 九.]

He deliberately drew a circle around the character “九.”^[1]

He folded the letter and sealed it in a bamboo tube, then handed it to the servant: “Send this to the prince by fast horse.”

The servant accepted his orders and left.

After a long while, Jiang Yongshou finally set down his brush and exhaled.

He walked to the window and pushed it open.

His aged eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a complex mix of emotions.

The old Anhuai-wang had treated him with utmost sincerity. But unfortunately, since the moment he met him, Jiang Yongshou was already a pawn in someone else’s hands.

No one had contacted him for many years. He had even become accustomed to life in Henan, and had nearly forgotten why he had approached the old Anhuai-wang in the first place.

But now, the chess player had approached him again.

The other party wanted Anhuai-wang to take Hexi Prefecture.

But what would happen after he took it?

Could Anhui-wang keep it in his hands?

Could he even hold onto…..Henan?

He seemed to see before his eyes the young boy’s innocent dependence and prudence.

He was still just a child, ah.

A resolute glint appeared in Jiang Yongshou’s cloudy eyes. Regardless of whether or not Henan could be saved, he would definitely protect Anhuai-wang.

*

*

Chu Jiubian had arrived in Hexi Prefecture on the evening of the 17th. Two days had now passed.

The rain came in fits and starts, and finally came to a brief stop on the morning of the 20th after several days of continuous rainfall.

Qin Xiao and Chu Jiubian had been busy from morning till night these past two days, and hadn’t seen each other often.

Even when they did meet, they would only exchange a few words before going back to their own business.

There was so much to do after the disaster.

At the moment, they were just busy settling the refugees and distributing supplies, but they were already overwhelmed. Once the floodwaters receded, they would begin to restore the common peoples’ livelihoods, and that was when they would truly face a shortage of manpower and supplies.

Fortunately, Qin Xiao and Chu Jiubian had recently found several capable individuals among some of the former Hexi Prefecture officials, as well as some wealthy merchants and their sons.

These people may not be considered to be exceptionally talented, but they were conscientious, responsible, and could understand instructions.

Most importantly, none of these people had ever done evil, much less harmed the common people.

In fact, all of these dozen or so subordinate officials had been demoted to remote and obscure positions by their former superiors in the prefecture and counties, just because they disagreed with the political views of their superiors.

Such people may have selfish motives, and might still embezzle, but they were much better than past officials.

Then there were those wealthy merchants and their children. They weren’t particularly wealthy, so even if their family’s younger generations or they themselves had some talent and ambition, they were unable to enter officialdom – because the little money they had couldn’t satisfy the appetites of their superiors.

Now that Qin Xiao and Chu Jiubian had given them the opportunity to enter officialdom, they cherished their positions and certainly wouldn’t do anything improper.

And there was one other very important point.

The “god,” Chu Jiubian.

These subordinates both respected and feared him, and for at least a couple of years, they would be too intimidated by him to cause trouble.

This was enough.

In two years, the common people of Hexi Prefecture would have resumed their livelihoods, and Qin Xiao and Chu Jiubian would have the bureaucracy cleaned up.

By then, if they thought that their distance from the capital would allow them to embezzle at will, they would have no chance.

At noon, the rain resumed again after a half day break.

A mist-like drizzle enveloped the entire city, as well as the daoist temple north of town.

Inside the temple, refugees were lining up to receive their lunch.

Although a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun wasn’t enough to fill one’s stomach, it could at least prevent them from starving to death.

Inside the women’s rooms, several aunties gathered by the beds, chatting as they mended clothing.

Among them, one figure stood out.

That was a woman with a large, pregnant belly.

“Dan Niang, you’re feeling a little better, but you should still rest,” an auntie said. “We can do this work. You don’t need to lift a finger.”

Among the refugees were many able-bodied young men who would go out during the day to help the Imperial Court. Although they couldn’t earn money or eat anything good, if they left a good impression on their superiors, they could reap some benefits after the disaster was over.

The jobs they excelled at were mostly physical labor, so they often tore their clothes.

The women would cook porridge and make steamed buns during the day, and after the meal, they would mend the clothes of the young men. The daoist temple had begun to function much like a small, united village.

Dan Niang’s lips took on a gentle curve, and she said softly: “It’s alright, I’m just idling around anyway. I feel much better now.”

“That’s true. Your complexion is much different than before.”

“Then you must continue to take care of yourself, and remember to take that medicine the Divine Lord bestowed upon you.”

“I’ll remember,” Dan Niang said, lowering her head as she gently stroked her pregnant belly. “Thanks to Doctor Zhao and the Divine Lord, I will never act like that again. I will definitely raise my child well.”

This was the last bloodline Sanzhuang left in the world, and also the last thing he left for her.

The way she was before, the fact that the child was still safe and sound must be because Sanzhuang was watching over them from heaven.

Now that a god had descended to earth to protect ordinary people like them, their lives would surely improve. She should cheer up and support her family.

“You surely will.” An auntie clasped her hands together and bowed toward the main hall of the temple, saying, “Now that a god has been reincarnated as the Grand Tutor, he must know of the suffering we’ve endured and come to help us.”

Upon hearing this, everyone including Dan Niang bowed three times in the direction of the main hall.

Meanwhile.

Jian Hongzhuo had already transferred seventeen large ships from surrounding counties around the river. These ships were ones the government used to transport salt, silk, and other goods.

It was unknown what Jiang Hongzhuo said to those local prefects and governors, but it was truly not easy to borrow so many ships in three days.

The raging floodwaters had now almost reached the Huai County seat. If this sinking ship method didn’t work, the flood would surely submerge the entire city.

Qin Xiao had gone to meet up with Jian Hongzhuo, but Chu Jiubian didn’t go with him. Instead, he went to the Huai County granaries.

The stored grain was nearly depleted, so Chu Jiubian intended to buy some from the System.

Qin Xiao had previously ordered people to build “shrines” in every place refugees had been settled in the surrounding area.

They weren’t actually proper shrines; some were brick buildings, while others were just dilapidated huts that were at most wind and rain-proof.

And a shrine must naturally have a statue of its god.

However, given the current situation, not only Qin Xiao, but even Chu Jiubian himself wouldn’t waste resources on something so useless.

So he ordered people to prepare some writing brushes and brush holders, and put one brush in each shrine as an “idol.”

As Dan Niang’s condition improved, and with Doctor Zhao’s promotion, the news that Chu Jiubian was the reincarnation of the “Sacred Star God” spread farther and farther.

Qin Xiao ordered more tinderboxes to be made and distributed to various locations, while also having people spread rumors of Chu Jiubian’s miracles in the capital.

The common people were easily swayed. When they heard those around them saying that “the god does practical things for the people,” they all believed it and went to shrines to kneel and worship. 

All they needed at the moment was food and clothing, so that was what they prayed for.

And Chu Jiubian was able to provide both of these for them, so how could he not do practical things?

Chu Jiubian’s most trusted subordinate was a grain merchant named Han Yuandao. He was in his early thirties, and had come from Shabao Village in the south of Huai County.

Although this man was a merchant, he came from a farming family and was skilled in such work.

Chu Jiubian came to notice him because after the flood, he had secretly transported all of his grain to the affected areas and helped many people make it through the most difficult time of their lives.

After conducting a thorough investigation, Chu Jiubian found that the other party had a particularly good reputation among the common people, especially in his hometown, Shabao Village.

Everyone said that they bought grain from him at fair prices, and he never sold inferior goods to the common people. He always sold the grain as it was.

Just like his name suggested, he had never gone astray.^[2]

Chu Jiubian found that this person was genuinely good. Not only was he upright, but he also remembered his own roots. And someone who could rise from an ordinary farmer to a grain merchant capable of helping so many people must possess a high level of intelligence.

He was practically a natural-born official.

Thus, he summoned the man and asked him if he would be willing to become an official.

The man was stunned at first, then immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times, saying in a trembling voice: “This humble subject is willing!”

In their subsequent interactions, Han Yuandao demonstrated exceptional competence and efficiency. Anything Chu Jiubian ordered him to do, he would complete in the shortest possible time, and do it excellently.

Sometimes, if Chu Jiubian was so busy that he didn’t take care of himself, Han Yuandao would remind him.

It felt like having a super-helpful personal assistant. It was only at this point in time that Chu Jiubian truly understood the joy Qin Xiao must feel when ordering Qin Chaoyang around.

Having a subordinate like this really saved a lot of trouble.

As they arrived at the entrance to the granary, Han Yuandao looked at the nearly depleted grain and asked worriedly: “My Lord, when will the new batch of grain arrive? Should this official go and meet them?”

For the past two days, he had been uneasy about the dwindling grain supply and had asked Chu Jiubian about it.

At the time, Chu Jiubian only said that there would be grain, but didn’t disclose the specifics.

Han Yuandao didn’t press him further, but looking at the empty granary now, he couldn’t help but ask again – though in a more tactful way.

Chu Jiubian said: “It will be here shortly.”

Overjoyed, Han Yuandao subconsciously turned to look toward the official road outside the granary, but didn’t see anything there.

But in an instant, he realized how ridiculous he was being. When His Lordship said “shortly,” he meant that it would be delivered today. How could it be delivered right at this moment?

No matter what time it arrived today, the fact that it would arrive at all was good enough.

With his heart at ease, Han Yuandao looked away and faced the granary in front of him.

With one glance, he froze on the spot.

The granary that was empty seconds ago was now filled with sacks of grain!

Layer upon layer, each one was plump and full, visibly packed to the brim.

“From today onwards, there is no need to be so frugal. Give the refugees more food.”

These Faith Points had all been contributed by the refugees themselves, so Chu Jiubian wasn’t bothered at all by paying them back.

He turned his head and, unsurprisingly, saw a look of astonishment on Han Yuandao’s face, mixed with fear and awe.

Chu Jiubian had done this in front of him for a purpose.

He intended to give Han Yuandao an important position later, but he couldn’t just trust in the man’s grateful, upright, and kind disposition. That was too unrealistic.

Anyone who entered officialdom would change over time, and few would remember their original aspirations.

Therefore, Chu Jiubian needed the other party in fear and awe of him, and to know that he was working for a “god.” This show of supernatural power would ensure that even if he had any wicked thoughts in the future, he would remember this scene today.

Such a shock would be a constant reminder for Han Yuandao to not go astray.

Han Yuandao was in a daze for quite a while, and Chu Jiubian gave a couple of light coughs.

After a pause, Han Yuandao immediately took a step back and bowed to Chu Jiubian: “This humble official was impolite.”

“It’s alright,” Chu Jiubian said softly. “The grain in the other villages is also running out, so instruct people to send them some. There is also some cloth, as well as needles and thread. Send that as well so that the common people can sew their own clothes.”

Chu Jiubian departed after giving these instructions, leaving Han Yuandao there to process what had just happened.

Something occurred to him, and Han Yuandao rushed into the granary to inspect the sacks of grain.

The granary was overflowing, and there was also a large quantity of linen that the common people used to make clothing on a daily basis!

It wasn’t a dream.

This wasn’t a dream!

Rumors that Chu Jiubian was the reincarnation of the “Sacred Star God” had been circulating. Han Yuandao had heard them, but he only saw Chu Jiubian acting and speaking like an ordinary person each day – though perhaps smarter and more powerful than an ordinary person.

Witnessing this scene now, he finally believed in Chu Jiubian’s identity as a “god.”

A god descended to earth.

A god had really descended to earth to help them!

Chu Jiubian went to the daoist temple after leaving the granary.

He had already subscribed to a monthly service that allowed the System to conduct comprehensive medical exams for the refugees, as well as to dispense medicine.

However, Chu Jiubian still had to buy the medicine himself.

He still spent three points to buy the function that isolated him from others, and although it only lasted for a three-hour duration, it was enough.

He walked with an umbrella all the way to the daoist temple, where the refugees had just eaten lunch and were resting in their rooms.

Chu Jiubian entered one of the rooms with the door open.

Although the window was open, with twelve to twenty people crammed in each room, the smell and air quality were truly poor.

Chief Physician Zhang of the Imperial Medical Academy was administering acupuncture to a refugee who had been suffering from diarrhea for two days, while Doctor Zhao watched intently from the side. Physician Zhang would occasionally explain why he was using the needles a certain way, showing that he wasn’t secretive about his methods.

Chu Jiubian had previously thought that this physician was rather opportunistic, with eyes that were constantly full of calculations.

He knew that the other party had likely come with him to provide disaster relief because he remembered how Chu Jiubian had cured Bai Lihai’s cold, and wanted to take this opportunity to learn something from him.

However, even though the other party did have ulterior motives, he wasn’t a bad person.

These past two days, he had been running around treating the refugees without any complaints. Chu Jiubian truly saw in him the saying, “a healer should have a benevolent heart.”

Since this was the case, it was only right to give him some benefits.

Chu Jiubian left the room. The System had already scanned all of the refugees in the temple, and even thoughtfully compiled a table listing who had what disease, what symptoms they had, and how to treat them.

[Host can purchase the list for only 5 points.]

Chu Jiubian: “……”

In the wake of his silence, the System waited for a moment before speaking again: [Host, for only 10 points, this System can give you the check-up lists for the next month.]

“Deal.” Chu Jiubian quickly agreed.

It was the System’s turn to fall silent this time. It then quietly deducted ten points and handed the list to Chu Jiubian.

After a quick readthrough, there were no serious cases. Most were minor bumps and bruises, colds, and diarrhea, with the majority of cases being malnutrition.

Chu Jiubian breathed a sigh of relief. Doctor Zhao would be able to treat these illnesses, so there was no need for him to spend more points to buy medicine.

However, he also needed to visit the other disaster sites posthaste. And then there was Pu County. He had promised to protect the people there, and would only feel at ease once he had checked on them all.

He stood in the courtyard, umbrella in hand.

After a while, Physician Zhang finally came out to get some fresh air and spotted Chu Jiubian.

Chu Jiubian’s expression was distant and aloof when he looked up at him, but Physician Zhang knew the other party must have come to see him.

He hurried over and bowed, saying: “What are My Lord’s orders?”

Chu Jiubian said: “Come with me to visit the other disaster-stricken areas.”

Physician Zhang agreed at once.

The roads were not easy to travel at the moment, so after finishing their business here, the two rode directly to the next disaster areas.

Chu Jiubian inspected each one individually, and even went to Pu County.

Although it was hard work, Chu Jiubian felt at ease knowing that the common people were healthy.

By the time he finished scanning the people in Pu County, it was already dark.

As the person temporarily in charge of the area, Liu Junqi prepared a place for the two of them to rest.

Physician Zhang was twenty years older than Chu Jiubian, and after all of the excitement, he was a little unsteady on his feet.

Upon arriving at his assigned courtyard, he gave a hasty farewell to Chu Jiubian, intending to go wash up and rest.

“Wait a moment,” Chu Jiubian called out to him.

Physician Zhang wondered to himself, What does this ancestor want to do now?!

But he still asked with a smile: “What are your orders, My Lord?”

Chu Jiubian could easily see through his hidden thoughts, and was somewhat amused. But he was a man nearing fifty, and this ordeal had indeed been hard on him.

So he would just make his reward more substantial.

As Physician Zhang smiled at him, Chu Jiubian took a book from his pocket.

This book had been adapted to fit the paper and text of the Great Ning era, so it didn’t look out of place.

“You’ve been working hard these past few days. This book is a gift for you.”

“Thanking My Lord.” Physician Zhang accepted the book and read the characters “Compendium of Materia Medica” on the front page.

His pupils contracted sharply. When he looked up again, Chu Jiubian had already turned and headed toward his own courtyard.

Disregarding his own exhaustion, Physician Zhang hurriedly hugged the book to his chest, fearful of it getting wet from the drizzle.

Then he jogged back to his room and closed the door. His lamp was lit the entire night.

He was unable to get out of bed the next day, so Chu Jiubian and Liu Junqi went to the Pu County dam.

“The barrier is almost complete. Once the water recedes, we can rebuild the dam,” said Liu Junqi.

Chu Jiubian nodded: “Thank you for your hard work.”

“I just did what should be done.”

Chu Jiubian glanced at the man again.

He had a dignified appearance, and because he was a student of Minister of Rites Wang Zhiyuan’s, his demeanor was exceptionally good.

The situation in the capital was constantly in flux, and Chu Jiubian and Qin Xiao couldn’t stay here to keep an eye on things forever. Thus, once the dam in Huai County was blocked, they would have to return to the capital.

However, a high-ranking official was still needed to stay and provide disaster relief. This person should be either Liu Junqi or Jian Hongzhuo.

Chu Jiubian was leaning toward Liu Junqi, but he still needed to conduct a background check first, as well as ask Wang Qichen about his background with the Wang family. If his connection to them was too strong, it was best not to give him too much power.

Moreover, this matter needed to be discussed with Qin Xiao.

When he left Pu County, Chu Jiubian rode back to Huai County alone.

Upon arriving at the magistrate’s residence, his knees suddenly went weak when he dismounted, but he managed to stay upright by holding onto the horse’s back.

After riding a horse for so long without a saddle or stirrups, the constantly tensed muscles of his legs were bound to shake.

When Chu Jiubian’s trousers rubbed against his legs as he walked, the burning pain indicated that they had been rubbed raw.

He glanced down; he was wearing black robes today, but his trousers were white, so if he was bleeding, the blood might seep through.

A servant came over and took the reins with a greeting, then said: “Lord Ning-wang is awaiting you at the residence.”

Qin Xiao hadn’t gone out today?

Chu Jiubian gave a hum of assent and entered the manor. It seemed that Jian Hongzhuo must have succeeded.

Now that the floodwaters had been contained, the next step should be to restore the common people’s livelihoods.

Land would be surveyed, household registrations verified, and order restored. Work-for-relief programs would be implemented to rebuild the dams and dredge waterways, and sweet potatoes and cattle would be distributed to the people to help them cultivate the land…..

So many matters needed to be assigned to the right people.

Only then could he and Qin Xiao set off to return to the capital.

Chu Jiubian entered the manor, and before he could even cross the outer courtyard gate, he spied Qin Xiao walking toward him.

Coincidentally, the man was also dressed in all black today. And his inner garments were all white, including the collar and cuffs, which happened to match Chu Jiubian’s outfit.

Just like at the Qixi Festival.

Qin Xiao immediately noticed the pallor of Chu Jiubian’s face. He must have been very busy the past few days.

However, now that everything was on the right track, there was time to take a break.

He continued walking toward the young man, his attention fixed on him unwaveringly.

Although it seemed like they saw each other every day, Qin Xiao felt like it had been a long time since they last met.

Chu Jiubian looked at him for a few moments before taking another step.

This happened to aggravate his leg injury. Although his expression didn’t change, he felt the blood flowing down his legs, and the legs of his loose trousers clung to them as a result.

It was very uncomfortable.

He should have changed clothes first before coming to find Qin Xiao.

Qin Xiao immediately frowned when he reached him: “You’re injured?”

Chu Jiubian: “ ? ”

Do you have the nose of a dog?

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[1] 九 is the number nine, as well as a character in Chu Jiubian’s name. ⮐

[2] In Han Yuandao’s name (韩远道), 远道 means ‘to come a long way.’ ⮐

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Chapter 47 << Table of Contents >> Chapter 49

Ch 11 – A Robot With Very Good Judgment

Despite knowing that the humans on this planet weren’t very friendly, Yu Xi was still very happy.

He was actually walking amongst a group of humans, and they were even humans who had not yet ‘evolved.’ They swore at every turn, and were wary and standoffish from one another.

They were constantly creating a host of problems, using the anger they had nowhere to vent to attack the world or themselves. How lively they were, ah!

Yu Xi looked at the human in front of him, who had just been beaten black and blue.

The human got to his feet: “Are you taunting me?” He had long noticed Yu Xi, who had observed the entire process of his beating.

“I think we should keep calm.” Kersz aimed his gun at the human’s head, which stopped him in his tracks.

With his other hand, Kersz grabbed hold of Yu Xi and pulled him behind him.

“How about being a bit friendlier?” Kersz tilted his head.

The human stepped back.

“You’re so considerate,” Kersz said with a forced smile, and then he quickly pulled Yu Xi away.

Yu Xi kept turning his head to look back.

Kersz pressed down on the back of Yu Xi’s head: “I know human fights are interesting, but if you want to watch, you should make it less obvious. For example, you could angle yourself away while you watch instead of standing right in front of the person like you’re admiring a masterpiece.”

Yu Xi let out an “oh,” then said: “Did I watch for very long?”

“Thirty minutes.”

Kersz had been waiting for thirty minutes.

Yu Xi gave another “oh,” then asked in puzzlement: “What does 咔咯咔古 mean?” His understanding of human language was still limited.

“It’s a swear word.” Kersz didn’t want to explain further.

“What does it mean?” Yu Xi was still curious.

“Eh….they were calling the other party an intellectually disabled person who can’t be fixed by genetic modification.” Kersz attempted to make it as easy to understand as possible.

“I thought it would be related to a family member,” Yu Xi said with some regret.

“Most people here don’t have family,” Kersz said as he put his gun away. “Alright, I’m taking you to see a friend of mine. Could you please stop getting constantly distracted along the way?”

“I’m not constantly distracted,” Yu Xi retorted in a low voice.

“You even tried to run off and watch humans make babies just now,” said Kersz.

“That shop had service robots. Service robots cannot impregnate people or give birth themselves,” Yu Xi reminded Kersz. “I just wanted to see what it looks like when humans completely lose themselves to desire with no hope of extricating themselves.”

Kersz: …..

Robots were terrifying.

“Have you ever experienced such a thing?” Yu Xi recalled what Kersz had told him about his past, and said regretfully, “Oh, right. You spent most of your time playing with a mouse. You should really try it. They say it feels incredible.”

Kersz sighed.

Yu Xi then asked him: “Speaking of which, have you ever had a medical checkup for your reproductive functions?”

Kersz covered Yu Xi’s mouth with his hand, then held onto him tightly and led him to a familiar shop.

Yu Xi didn’t resist. This was quite a novel experience for him.

The shop Kersz took him to was dedicated to body modification.

The construction on this planet was poor, and buildings looked less like they had been designed and more like random materials had been haphazardly piled on top of each other. The skyline was filled with advertisement holograms, a jumble of multicolored lights all crammed together.

But they didn’t block out the stars, because the thick layer of clouds in the sky had already obscured them.

The smell on the streets here was also strange – a strong, pungent mix of sour, rancid odors. It was quite a challenge to one’s olfactory sense.

The body modification shop was very clean, seemingly isolated from the outside world.

It was also not very large. A panel on the counter listed the approximate costs for different body modifications, and behind it were various mechanical parts.

“Welcome in.” A mechanical-sounding voice rang out from inside the store.

Kersz released Yu Xi, who asked in confusion: “We’ve been inside for a while, and it only now welcomed us. It seems like it’s about to break down.”

The silver-haired man sitting behind the counter watching TV glanced up at them, then took a sip of his drink and continued to watch his gory show.

“Boss, do you do heart modifications?” Kersz asked with a smile.

Yu Xi looked at Kersz, and then toward the boss.

“We do. Choose the price range you want.” The silver-haired man waved his hand. 

“You don’t have what I want here.” Kersz shrugged. “Do you have any of those ‘Heart of Glory’ products manufactured by Kassa Corp more than 30 years ago?”

The silver-haired man stiffened almost imperceptibly.

Yu Xi was now certain that Kersz and the silver-haired man were talking in code.

“Heart of Glory is hard to find, guest.” The silver-haired man put down his bottle and stood up with a smile.

“I think you can find it.” Kersz placed his hands on the counter.

The silver-haired man glanced at Yu Xi.

“This is my friend. I don’t like undergoing modification alone,” Kersz said.

“You’re in luck. Come with me to the warehouse and take a look at the goods.” The silver-haired man’s lips trembled slightly, as if he was flustered.

Kersz followed behind the man. He noticed that Yu Xi was craning his neck to get a closer look, so he took a step back and made a “please” gesture.

Yu Xi’s eyes widened slightly, and he pointed to his face.

Kersz nodded, letting Yu Xi observe as he pleased.

Yu Xi was deeply moved. He gave Kersz a hug, then walked in front of him.

The silver-haired man led the two of them to the warehouse, and said after the door was closed: “I knew you weren’t dead, you bastard! Kersz!”

He abruptly turned his head, staring wide-eyed at Yu Xi.

Yu Xi was startled. After a brief moment of stunned silence, he scrambled behind Kersz and squatted down, gripping the hem of his clothes.

The silver-haired man: ?

Kersz stared incredulously at where his clothes were being clutched: “My god.”

“He’s not going to shout at me, is he?” Yu Xi whispered.

“No.” Kersz stared at the hand that was clutching his clothes. “By the way, you’re acting really cute right now.”

“And who is this?” the silver-haired man asked Kersz.

“This is Yu Xi. Don’t try to say his name – the pronunciation is a bit difficult for us,” Kersz said. “He’s a rather dangerous and powerful robot. He has feelings, and shares a certain proclivity with us.”

The silver-haired man didn’t understand.

“Just remember these things,” Kersz told him.

Kersz then introduced him to Yu Xi: “Yu Xi, this is Tau, an information broker and one of my few good friends.”

“Hello.” Yu Xi offered Tau a smile.

“Hello…..” Tau seemed to remember something. He opened his personal terminal and located a photo. “I recently heard news that you were alive, Kersz. Is this the mysterious green-eyed man who was photographed with you?”

“Mysterious green-eyed man?” Yu Xi was shocked.

“This one.” Tau clicked on the photo on the wanted poster.

The moment Yu Xi saw the photo, he covered his head with his hands: “I don’t even have a name.”

Kersz praised Yu Xi: “You’re very photogenic.”

Yu Xi slowly slid his hands toward his face. He wanted to find a quiet place and stay there for a while.

“Is he the one who saved you? What is your relationship with him?” Tau still hadn’t figured out Yu Xi’s identity.

Kersz thought carefully for a moment: “If I had to say, I’d call him my current master.”

Tau: ?

Tau’s face began to wrinkle up.

Kersz reached out and grabbed Tau’s wrist: “I’m borrowing this.”

Tau asked in confusion: “Borrowing what?”

Kersz pulled Tau to Yu Xi’s side, then touched Yu Xi with Tau’s hand.

Yu Xi spread his fingers, peering out between them at the two people opposite him.

“He is a 73-year-old human, in his prime and well-educated, with a history of trauma,” Kersz said. “And his hair is silver. Look closely at his eyes – what color are they?”

Tau: “Ah?”

Yu Xi was astonished: “Heavens, what a beautiful purple.”

Kersz nodded, chuckling: “They’re tinted, but he has good taste. His teeth are also intact. Take a look if you don’t believe me.”

“Will this Mr. Tau hit me?” Yu Xi didn’t move right away.

“Hahaha, of course not.” Kersz patted Tau’s shoulder with a laugh and said to Yu Xi: “I’m now your pet human. If he dares to lay a hand on you, I’ll snap his neck.”

Yu Xi: “…..This doesn’t seem like the way to treat a friend.”

Kersz shrugged: “Sorry. I went a little overboard.”

Tau: “Kersz, what is wrong with you?!”

“Oh, right! Did I mention that Tau is very intelligent?” Kersz’s smile widened. “Of course he’s intelligent. He’s related to the Supreme Governor.”

Tau froze.

“The Supreme Governor’s illegitimate son volunteered to infiltrate this garbage planet to turn a poor, naive little space pirate into a weapon against his political enemies.” Kersz wore an aggrieved look.

Yu Xi suddenly understood: “Your attitude makes a lot more sense now.”

Yu Xi smiled in relief. It seemed there was no problem with his judgment.

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Chapter 10 << Table of Contents >> Chapter 12

Ch. 70 – Hao Thick Face

When Fang Yang and Cao Zirui were finished laughing, they got back to business.

Cao Zirui went to the counter to ask the hunchbacked shopkeeper about the prices and functions of these magic tools. The shopkeeper was extremely kind and patient as he explained everything. And Crab Eighteen stood next to them, occasionally chiming in with a few words to supplement the conversation. He could be considered a very conscientious guide in the tour guide industry.

Fang Yang listened along for a while, but grew a little bored, so he turned to see what his Useless Shixiong was up to.

Feng Ye was still arm in arm with Hao Chen, feeling that although he had temporarily calmed the fish, his emotions were still somewhat unstable.

Hao Chen stared at Feng Ye for a moment after the man finished praising him, then suddenly looked away and lowered his head so that Feng Ye couldn’t see his expression.

He said nothing, and there was no way to know what he was thinking.

Feng Ye had been keeping an eye on him in order to stop him if he tried anything, and noticed this abnormality.

Although he couldn’t see his expression, he could see Hao Chen’s ears. And at this moment, the tips of them were an uncharacteristic red.

Could it be that Hao “thick face” is shy? Feng Ye thought incredulously.

He was as shocked as if he had discovered a new world, and moved closer, trying to see what Hao Chen was hiding.

But before he could catch a glimpse, Hao Chen raised his head again with a normal expression. The tips of his ears had also returned to normal, as if the red hue Feng Ye saw had been an illusion.

It seems that Hao “thick face” is still Hao “thick face.” Even if he was shy, it was only for a brief moment, Feng Ye thought.

When he saw Feng Ye looking at him with a strange expression, Hao Chen sent him a puzzled look.

Feng Ye smiled, offering no explanation.

Hao Chen smiled back, pretending nothing had happened.

Although his reputation was no longer secure, the Lord of the North Sea was still the Lord of the North Sea. But that wasn’t him right now, so logically speaking, the Lord of the North Sea calling a tortoise a turtle had nothing to do with him.

His skin thickened a bit, a testament to its tempering through countless trials and tribulations. 

“Shixiong!” Fang Yang suddenly left Cao Zirui and ran to Feng Ye and Hao Chen, calling out in a low voice.

The two turned to look at him, and saw Fang Yang send a glance toward Crab Eighteen and the hunchbacked shopkeeper. Seeing that the crab and turtle were talking animatedly to Cao Zirui and not paying attention to them, he ultimately couldn’t hold back, and began to complain to the two of them: “I used to think that the Lord of the North Sea was very majestic, but I never expected him to do something as unreliable as calling a tortoise a turtle. He’s just like the incompetent rulers in the history books who call a deer a horse!”

Fang Yang spoke in a whisper so that neither Crab Eighteen nor the hunchbacked shopkeeper could hear him. Even though Fang Yang had always been naive, he still knew not to bad-mouth an idol in front of his fans.

He just never imagined that although he cleverly hadn’t said it in front of the fans, he ended up saying it to the idol himself.

Hao Chen: “……” 

He once again clenched the hand holding his mini fan. Although he wanted to pretend that the Lord of the North Sea had nothing to do with him, the facts could not be changed. He was the Lord of the North Sea, the one who had called a tortoise a turtle. An incompetent ruler.

The whitewashing Hao Chen had managed to create was shattered by Fang Yang’s words. Seeing that he was about to get angry again, Feng Ye quickly put himself between him and Fang Yang, retorting to the foolish boy who had no idea what disaster he had caused: “You shouldn’t say that. No one is perfect, and no one is without fault. It’s not as if gods are infallible. Think about it, when you’re sleepy, doesn’t your own mind become dull?”

Fang Yang thought about this seriously, and gave a nod.

Feng Ye continued: “The Kunpeng has such heavy responsibilities in the North Sea, and he must be more tired than you can imagine. So when he got sleepy, he couldn’t tell a tortoise from a turtle. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Fang Yang was somewhat persuaded.

Feng Ye went on: “Also, for countless years, despite its remote location and extreme climate, the North Sea has been as prosperous as the largest cities in the world. This is all thanks to the peace in the North Sea that has never been broken all this time. The heavens are not paradise, and wars often occur there, but such disasters have never reached the North Sea. Is this because no one cares about this sea region?”

He answered his own question: “Of course not. This peace is because of the Kunpeng silently guarding it. Because of this, the various tribes of the North Sea have been able to develop peacefully and achieve the prosperity they enjoy today.”

“I was wrong. The Lord of the North Sea is still very powerful!” Fang Yang admitted his mistake and gave a sincere apology. 

Feng Ye turned his head to glance at Hao Chen, and found that his loss of composure was nowhere to be seen. His eyes were downcast, as if he was lost in thought. Although there was no telling what was on his mind, Feng Ye was able to breathe a sigh of relief and pat himself on the back for his quick reaction.

“I’ve bought what I need. Let’s go.” While the three of them were whispering, Cao Zirui had already chosen his magic tools and paid the bill. 

Finished with his commentary, Fang Yang went back to Cao Zirui without any worries and asked: “Where should we go next?”

Crab Eighteen was also watching Cao Zirui, waiting for his sponsor’s word.

Cao Zirui considered for a moment, then said: “Let’s buy some pills.”

After waving goodbye to the hunchbacked shopkeeper, the group prepared to go to the next location.

But as soon as they walked out of the Turtle Shell Shop, Hao Chen suggested to Feng Ye: “Didn’t Fellow Daoist Feng Ye want to buy some clothes? They’re off to buy medicinal pills, and it’s getting late. To save time, how about I go clothes shopping with you while they’re doing that?”

Feng Ye glanced at Hao Chen, who wore a sincere look that proclaimed, ‘I’m thinking about you.’ But Feng Ye knew this was not the case. This guy was probably afraid that Crab Eighteen would reveal more of his dark history, and was eager to separate him from the crab.

It seems Hao Chen has quite a bit of dark history, Feng Ye thought, but he didn’t expose him. He just pretended to think for a moment, then asked Fang Yang and Cao Zirui: “Then should we split up?”

Both of the youths nodded. They weren’t toddlers who needed an adult to accompany them to the market. Before they parted, Fang Yang turned and said to Feng Ye, who was walking in the opposite direction: “Shixiong, change your clothes quickly, ah!”

Feng Ye: “…..” If he had the money, he would have changed long ago.

He touched the two spirit stones in his pocket. In fact, two spirit stones was enough to buy an ordinary piece of clothing. One spirit stone was worth one or two gold in the human world, which was enough to buy a whole set. 

The issue was that this was not the human world, and the people walking the streets were either cultivators or monsters. Ever since Feng Ye arrived in North Sea City, all of the clothing stores and stalls he’d seen were selling magic items, so two spirit stones was definitely not enough.

Logically, North Sea City was not a long-term human settlement, and the people opening shops here were all sea monsters. Human cultivators would only come here occasionally to sell their wares, and none would stay for a long period of time.

Naturally, there would be no human daily necessities around, and these monsters had no need for clothing at all. Crab Eighteen was a perfect example.

Feng Ye actually didn’t have high expectations of finding clothes he could afford, but he accompanied Hao Chen regardless. Because although this was a thick-skinned fish, once something broke through his defenses, he would throw a tantrum and do a series of unpredictable things.

For the sake of world peace, Feng Ye resolutely agreed to Hao Chen’s suggestion and gave up the pleasure of hearing about his dark history from Crab Eighteen.

The two walked down the street side by side. At first, Hao Chen pretended to look around, as if sincerely helping Feng Ye shop for clothes. 

After walking for a short while, he revealed his true colors. No longer looking at the vendors around them, he simply fanned himself and abruptly returned to the previous topic: “Was Fellow Daoist Feng Ye’s previous opinion about the Lord of the North Sea…..genuine?”

Feng Ye turned to look at Hao Chen when he heard this. He was naturally referring to what he had said to Fang Yang.

He didn’t answer immediately, but observed the other’s expression. Hao Chen seemed a little off-kilter. His tone of voice was very cautious, and his sparkling eyes seemed to urge him: ‘Quickly say yes!’

Feng Ye always felt that Hao Chen was full of bad intentions, completely unaware that he was exactly the same. Hao Chen wanted him to say yes, so he said: “No.”

Upon receiving an answer he didn’t want to hear, Hao Chen stopped fanning himself, but still forced a smile and asked: “Why is that?”

Feng Ye rolled his eyes, donning a thoughtful expression: “I’ve never personally seen what kind of person the Lord of the North Sea is. Everything I know is hearsay, and rumors should never be completely trusted. Perhaps what Fang Yang said in the beginning was correct, and he is an incompetent ruler.”

Hao Chen smiled and nodded, gesturing for Feng Ye to continue. But he was holding his mini fan in both hands, practically bending the sides. It wasn’t convenient for him to vent his anger on Feng Ye, so his mini fan took the brunt of it.

Before Hao Chen could break the fan that had already been broken once, Feng Ye suddenly changed the subject. He crossed his arms, observing the bustling market in front of him: “But that was just what I thought before today. Seeing is believing.”

Hao Chen’s heart skipped a beat when he heard this. Could it be that Feng Ye had really found out?

Feng Ye carried on without prompting: “Whether a monarch is competent or not cannot be determined by others. Only his people are qualified to judge. Although Crab Eighteen was boasting blindly, it’s clear that he truly respects the Lord of the North Sea. And the owner of the Turtle Shell Shop may not have said it explicitly, but his face was filled with admiration when he spoke of his lord.”

“North Sea City isn’t the North Sea, but it certainly has a lot in common with it. If a market like this can be so busy and prosperous, then the North Sea must be even better.”

“A monarch like this who is praised by his subordinates even when he is far away may have some flaws, but overall, he must be a wise ruler. What do you say, Fellow Daoist Hao Chen?” At the end of his speech, Feng Ye raised his eyebrows toward Hao Chen with a smile.

Flattered by the praise, Hao Chen was momentarily stunned. Then he said with a hint of self-satisfaction that he couldn’t control: “I think that what Fellow Daoist Feng Ye said makes a lot of sense.’

Look at this guy, he’s so proud he’s about to float away, Feng Ye thought with amusement. At the same time, he fanned the last gust of wind Hao Chen needed for takeoff, saying with feigned seriousness: “Speaking of which, I very much admire the Lord of the North Sea, such a powerful and prestigious god who guards a place like this.”

“Really?” Hao Chen’s eyes were as bright as night pearls in the deep sea.

Feng Ye nodded earnestly: “Really.”

Hao Chen vigorously fanned himself. Had the conditions here allowed it, he would have transformed into a Peng bird and joyfully flown into the sky.

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Chapter 69 << Table of Contents >> Chapter 71

The hand over his eyes moved very softly, retracting once an unknown amount of time had passed.

After a long while, Chu Jiubian finally opened his eyes.

His eyelashes dipped slightly as his gaze swept over the man’s hand hanging at his side, and then away.

“I’m going inside for a bit.” He didn’t look at Qin Xiao after speaking, and turned to walk toward the daoist temple.

Even though the temple had been given to him, the common people wouldn’t believe in a “god” they had never heard of, let alone who was standing in front of them.

Unless this god actually helped them personally, or the people around them continuously said, “This god is truly very effective!”

What Chu Jiubian needed to do now was find an opportunity to make the more influential people among these refugees believe he was a god, and help him spread his divine name.

Moreover, he needed to convince the refugees that he could actually help them.

For example, he could provide them with food, cure their illnesses…..

Inside the daoist temple.

The old doctor administered acupuncture to the crazed Dan Niang, and she visibly calmed.

But although she had indeed stopped making a fuss, her eyes were empty and lifeless.

She took the pearl flower from her hair and held it in her hands, stroking it repeatedly and ignoring everything else. It was as if her entire world consisted of only that pearl flower.

This was Dan Niang in a “clear-headed” state.

She had stopped making a fuss, but she looked even more unsettling than when she had been out of her mind.

“Thank you for your hard work, Doctor Zhao.” The woman who spoke looked at Dan Niang and heaved a great sigh. “What a tragedy.” The other women also regarded her with sympathy and heartache.

How had such a good person, such a good family, ended up like this?

With a sigh, Doctor Zhao instructed them to look after Dan Niang, then slowly made his way to his room.

There weren’t many doctors out in the world in the first place, and he was the one assigned to this temple.

The refugees all looked up to him, and had prepared him a separate room.

He didn’t disappoint them, and spent the entire day treating refugees.

These peoples’ bodies were already compromised due to years of backbreaking work, and now, with the weather so bad and insufficient food and clothing available, many of them were suffering from various ailments.

Rheumatic pain, high fever due to a cold, gastrointestinal upset…..

Ai, this world truly made it impossible for people to live, ah.

Doctor Zhao didn’t lock the door when he went into the room, and just went to the table to pour himself a cup of water.

The door behind him suddenly opened and closed, as if someone had come in.

Thinking that a refugee had come looking for him, Doctor Zhao turned around, only to be dazzled by a burst of light that he quickly raised his hand to block.

The white light gradually dissipated, and the old doctor lowered his hand, squinting as he looked toward the door again.

This time, he clearly saw that there was a man standing at the door.

Dressed in dark robes, the man had short black hair in the front and long, silver-white hair cascading down his shoulders. He was also soaking wet.

He should have looked somewhat of a mess, but the old doctor’s focus was not on any of this. All that met his eyes was the other’s face, like that of a banished immortal, as well as his noble, aloof demeanor.

Doctor Zhao was momentarily stunned.

Then he watched as the man extended his hand, palm up.

In the next instant, a small bottle made of an unfamiliar material appeared out of thin air in his palm!

Chu Jiubian had spent five points to make a deal with the System, and it did as asked, lifting the medicine bottle into the air and delivering it steadily to Doctor Zhao’s hands.

The System maneuvered Doctor Zhao’s hand so that he caught the medicine bottle.

Thud.

The old doctor had never seen anything like this before. His legs buckled and he fell to his knees, barely managing to avoid passing out.

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Qin Xiao watched as Chu Jiubian walked into the daoist temple, weaving through the crowded throngs of people.

For some reason, although the crowd didn’t seem to notice Chu Jiubian, they all made way for him.

Qin Xiao softly rubbed his fingertips, which seemed to bear the lingering dampness from the other’s eyelashes.

A god?

He slowly clenched his fist, feeling the aura of that person dissipate, beyond his control.

Not long after, Chu Jiubian exited the daoist temple again and approcahed Qin Xiao.

Qin Xiao didn’t ask what he had done; he simply tilted the umbrella over his head again.

Since he didn’t ask, Chu Jiubian didn’t provide an answer. He just inquired: “Where are we staying tonight?”

“The magistrate’s residence. People have already been ordered to tidy up the courtyard.”

The Huai County Magistrate had a history of numerous misdeeds, and this flooding only made him worse than before. Seeing the common people he was responsible for struggling to survive, he kept the granaries closed, and in an attempt to curry favor with a superior, he almost helped Zhou Boshan fill the levee with civilians.

Fortunately, Qin Xiao arrived in time to prevent a tragedy like the one in Pu County.

In the end, due to his heinous crimes, the Huai County Magistrate was among those officials executed outside the city gates.

The premise of “the misfortunes of an individual should not spread to family members” was that benefits shouldn’t extend to family members either. However, the magistrate’s family, young and old, had lived a comfortable life for so many years by relying on him and the common people’s hard-earned money. The magistrate’s manor even occupied nearly an entire street.

In Great Ning, there were specific regulations in place for the residences of officials, which could not exceed the prescribed standards.

However, the required specifications were all of the “how many courtyards deep it can be” type, so these lower-ranking officials simply expanded horizontally. There was always a way to make themselves more comfortable.

The county magistrate had now been executed, and his property confiscated. The rest of his family members were also imprisoned, and once the refugees were all settled, these people would embark on their journey to exile.

Chu Jiubian and Qin Xiao arrived at the county magistrate’s residence together.

For convenience, the two didn’t stay in separate courtyards, but rather in separate bedrooms.

The servants had already prepared hot water and a meal. After both of them had washed up and changed into dry clothes, they went to the main room to eat.

A single oil lamp was lit on the table between them. The wick had been burning for a long time, so the light was somewhat dim.

Rain pattered softly outside as they finished their meal in silence.

After rinsing their mouths, they took a slow stroll around the main room.

The servants cleared the table of dishes and set down tea for two.

Then, it was only the two of them in the room.

Directly facing the door were two chairs with a table between them – this was where the hosts would sit.

Below them were three chairs on either side for receiving guests.

Chu Jiubian went to the seat of honor and sat down. He picked up the teacup on the table next to him, tasting a faint sweetness when he took a sip.

“Is there sugar in this?” He looked up as Qin Xiao approached and took the other seat.

“Xiao Xiangzi informed me,” Qin Xiao said.

Chu Jiubian didn’t like the slightly bitter taste of tea, and preferred to add some sugar.

Although it sounded a little bizarre or unappetizing, it actually tasted pretty good.

“Actually, it would be even better with some milk,” he said.

Qin Xiao raised an eyebrow and didn’t voice his opinion.

But his expression clearly showed his difficulty accepting this.

“I’ll make it for you someday,” Chu Jiubian said.

Qin Xiao smiled faintly.

Chu Jiubian didn’t notice. He set the teacup back on the table and asked: “How is the dam construction going?”

Qin Xiao’s face lost its slight smile from before, and he said in a grave voice: “The damage to the dam in Huai County is much more severe than the one in Pu County.”

In Pu County, the breach could be sealed using the traditional “vertical blocking method.” However, the Huai County dam was located at a heavy flow point, and any materials used to block the breach would be washed away by the swift current as soon as they were thrown in.

Chu Jiubian frowned. He had thought of a solution, but he hadn’t laid eyes on the situation yet and wasn’t certain it would work.

Outside the main hall was a connecting corridor similar to the one in the eastern courtyard of Yangxin Hall. Qin Xiao had arranged for two city defense soldiers to take turns guarding outside.

At that moment, a soldier knocked on the door and said: “My Lord, Lord Jian has arrived.”

“Send him in.”

The door opened, and Jian Hongzhuo and an official from the Ministry of Revenue named Song Feng walked in and bowed.

Chu Jiubian and Qin Xiao had stayed up most of the night, mainly waiting on his Lord Song.

Chu Jiubian was somewhat taken aback by Jian Hongzhuo’s presence. He had thought he was keeping an eye on the dam project.

His gaze dipped slightly downward, and he understood immediately when he saw the roll of blueprints Jian Hongzhuo was holding.

It seemed that Minister Jian had been drawing up plans here all this time, trying to find a way to repair the dam. To have come looking for them so late, he must have come up with a solution.

In order to reach the position of Minister of Works, one must possess genuine talent and ability. Chu Jiubian was genuinely looking forward to his solution.

“Have a seat,” Qin Xiao told the two of them.

“Thanking My Lord.” After thanking him, Jian Hongzhuo took a seat on the left.

Rather than sitting down, Song Feng remained in place and bowed: “My Lords, all of the items in the magistrate’s residence have been inventoried. Six thousand taels of silver, and precious artifacts and paintings worth twenty thousand taels have been seized.”

He stepped forward a few paces and handed the booklet he had been carrying to Qin Xiao, then stepped back.

Qin Xiao took it, ran his eyes over it a few times, and then handed it to Chu Jiubian.

Chu Jiubian also glanced over it briefly.

He didn’t take too close of a look, due to the belief that Song Feng wouldn’t dare falsify the accounts.

Because when Chao Shun had a high fever at the post station, it was Song Feng who had stayed to look after him.

The other party had not only witnessed the brutal scene of the guards taking Chao Shun away, but had also personally witnessed Chu Jiubian’s miracle of borrowing sunlight at night. Naturally, he kept all of his small calculations hidden after this.

Chu Jiubian turned to the last page and saw the shocking numbers.

It was astonishing that a mere county magistrate could embezzle so much money, even in a wealthy county such as this.

And this was only what they could see at the moment. In the decades before, the expenses of this county magistrate’s family for food, clothing, and other necessities must have been enormous.

For example, former Deputy Minister of Personnel Zhao Qianhe had embezzled hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. But he was a second-rank official in the capital, and worked in the very lucrative Ministry of Personnel.

However, this Huai County magistrate was just a minor local official, not even a prefect or governor, yet he had already embezzled so much.

This just showed how corrupt the officialdom in Great Ning had become.

The confiscated funds would be used for disaster relief, but a specific plan needed to be drafted to determine where it would be used.

Qin Xiao ordered Song Feng to liquidate all of the precious artifacts and paintings, so that the money could be used elsewhere later.

Song Feng accepted the order and withdrew.

Chu Jiubian placed the account book on the table and looked at Jian Hongzhuo, saying: “Has Lord Jian come up with a plan to stem the flooding?”

“I have indeed found a solution.” Jian Hongzhuo stood and walked over, spreading the blueprints down on the table for Qin Xiao and Chu Jiubian to see.

“I was thinking of finding some large boats and placing them upstream, then connecting them with ropes and filling them with gravel.” Jian Hongzhuo gestured to the blueprints. “As shown in the diagram, skilled seamen could then be ordered to scuttle the ships…..”

Qin Xiao listened attentively, but just by hearing the beginning, Chu Jiubian knew what Jian Hongzhuo intended to do.

This was the “sinking ship” method – when faced with a dam breach that was too difficult to close due to rapid currents, only such heavy objects could stem the flow. Then, people would be ordered to shovel day and night to reinforce the area, using objects such as reeds and stones to completely block the flow of water.

And once the flood season was over, the dam could be rebuilt.

Chu Jiubian couldn’t help but send Jian Hongzhuo a few more glances.

This Minister Jian was not one to hide his talents, and was indeed a person of great skill. Chu Jiubian thought that this method might be feasible.

However, shutting off the flow of the river by sinking boats would be too costly.

Just by looking at this diagram, one could see that the Huai County dam breach was quite large, and would require at least fifteen to twenty boats to plug it.

Hexi Prefecture was adjacent to the Ning River, and some county residents did make their livings by fishing, but they all used small boats.

The government could scrape together some large ships in a short period of time, but the money and manpower needed to build each ship was enormous, and it would be too risky to sink so many just to block the dam.

If Jian Hongzhuo didn’t handle this well, he could very well lose everything.

And in sacrificing these government ships, the court would be required to requisition funds for new ones, which would be a huge burden on the current Imperial Court.

It was too big of a risk for anyone to take.

Even Chu Jiubian was unsure whether he should agree.

However, after listening to Jian Hongzhuo’s explanation, Qin Xiao only asked one question: “What are the chances of success?”

After a moment of silence, Jian Hongzhuo said cautiously: “Seventy percent.”

“Do it.” Qin Xiao agreed at once, and even gave him both his personal and official seals.

Jian Hongzhuo didn’t waste any time. Having received the order, he immediately led his men to coordinate and supervise the operation.

Once they left, only Qin Xiao and Chu Jiubian remained in the room.

Chu Jiubian turned his head to face Qin Xiao.

Without much hesitation at all, Qin Xiao had agreed to something as risky and costly as blocking the dam with sunken ships.

He had even given Jian Hongzhuo both his personal and official seals, which previously had only entered the hands of Qin Chaoyang.

Qin Chaoyang hadn’t accompanied them this time, staying behind in the capital to look after Bai Lihong instead, so Qin Xiao carried both seals himself.

But given the current situation…..

How could Qin Xiao trust Jian Hongzhuo so much?

Wasn’t he afraid that the other party would take this opportunity to embezzle from the disaster relief funds?

Qin Xiao turned his head to meet Chu Jiubian’s thoughtful gaze. His expression softened slightly as he asked: “Are you wondering why I trust him?”

“Is he one of yours?” Chu Jiubian guessed.

Qin Xiao nodded: “Everyone knows that Jian Hongzhuo is a descendent of meritorious officials, the last remaining survivor of a family of loyal martyrs.”

He got up and paced to the window, looking out at the tall, straight figure receding into the distance: “But no one knows that he was entrusted with the care of my grandfather. He was also a close friend of my father’s.”

Before, Qin Xiao had been able to cooperate with Qin Feng in the palace coup and push Bai Lihong to the throne – and this was in no small part due to the covert support of the Minister of Works.

Jian Hongzhuo enjoyed a free and easy lifestyle. If Qin Jingzhao and his wife hadn’t suddenly died in battle, he would have long since resigned from his post and wandered the world with his loved one.

But life was unpredictable. His good brother had died in a conspiracy plot, leaving behind the elderly Grand Marshal, as well as the young siblings, Qin Xiao and Qin Feng.

Naturally, he could not stand idly by. This was why he remained in the court, clinging to the position of Minister of Works. When the time was right, he would be able to protect the Qin family and even find a way to uncover the truth behind the deaths of Qin Jingzhao and his wife.

But he hadn’t expected the Qin siblings to be so formidable that, after their mentor the Grand Marshal passed away, they would go all out and take that supreme position directly into the hands of the Qin family.

Although he did aid them in some ways, he was truly amazed by the siblings’ decisiveness, as well as their grasp on the political situation and peoples’ hearts.

As a result, Jian Hongzhuo felt more confident, and thought that once Bai Lihong’s position was stable and the cause of Qin Jingzhao and his wife’s deaths was uncovered, he would resign.

Therefore, he maintained his “salted fish” attitude and didn’t let anyone discover his relationship with Qin Xiao.

Like this, he would be able to safely withdraw from the chessboard in the future.

However, the flooding had clearly caused Qin Xiao a great deal of trouble, and with so many common people in the two counties suffering because of it, Jian Hongzhuo could not stand idly by, and thus unexpectedly stepped forward.

However, after returning from the disaster relief mission, this minister whose position was so leisurely that he was basically marginalized could no longer remain aloof.

Once you stepped into the vortex of power, you could only move forward, and none could escape unscathed.

Chu Jiubian went to Qin Xiao’s side and looked out the window with him.

Among the so-called “pure” officials in the court, from Zhao Qianhe, the former Deputy Minister of Personnel who had been exiled, to Jian Hongzhuo now, not one of them was truly “pure.”

Then what about Su Sheng?

Was that high-ranking official in charge of the Ministry of Revenue truly able to remain in power for so many years due to his outstanding competence?

Since he dared to share profits with the Su family and the four great families, did he really have no fallback plans at all?

If so, then his only way out seemed to be the seven vassal kings.

Chu Jiubian turned his head to look at the person next to him. The man’s eyes were deep and dark, and his entire being was shrouded in a sense of isolation that Chu Jiubian could empathize with.

The Regent, second only to the emperor, carried a burden that was much too heavy and all-encompassing.

He had no one to rely on and no fallback options; he could only walk forward alone in the struggle for power, encircled by wolves.

Just like this flood – if it weren’t for a hidden pawn like Jian Hongzhuo stepping forward to help him repair the dams, who would he be able to trust? And how would he be able to resolve this crisis?

Chu Jiubian lowered his eyes slightly.

He and Qin Xiao were very similar in some ways.

The two remained silent for some time, their shoulders very close together. If either of them moved even slightly closer, they would be touching.

However, neither of them crossed that line, and simply maintained a restrained distance.

The light in the room grew dimmer.

It threw the flickering shadows of their two figures across the wall, sometimes with a gap between them, and sometimes overlapping.

Like two lonely, solitary souls.

The pattering rain continued without abating.

A servant rushed through the rain and knocked on the door, breaking the silence in the room.

The two turned around to look.

Qin Xiao responded, and the servant opened the door and came in. With a respectful bow of his head, he offered the two of them a letter wrapped in oilcloth.

Having done this, he silently left and closed the door.

Qin Xiao opened the letter and walked back toward the oil lamp with Chu Jiubian.

Chu Jiubian moved closer to him so that their shoulders and arms touched.

Beneath the thin layer of clothing, Chu Jiubian could feel the contours of the man’s firm muscles.

His gaze shifted for a moment before he turned his attention to the letter.

The letter was sent from the prefectural city and signed by Kou Zimo, a senior official in the Ministry of War. Qin Xiao had kept him at the prefectural governor’s manor in order to investigate the truth behind the governor’s “suicide out of fear of punishment.”

The matter had now been investigated.

And it began with Zhou Boshan.

He was the well-known son-in-law of the Xiao family, as well as a rising star whom the Xiao family promoted through the dam repair project.

For fear of being blamed for the flooding, he had ordered the killing of civilians and used them to fill the dam.

He would surely die a horrible death if his actions were discovered, and might even implicate the Xiao family, tarnishing their reputation.

If it were someone else investigating, the Xiao family might still have had room to maneuver – but it was Qin Xiao who had come.

Qin Xiao had recently been concerned about how to target those powerful families, and now that they’d made such a big mistake, not only would the reputation of the Xiao family be affected, but even Xiao Wendao, the Deputy Minister of Works in the capital, might be implicated.

Therefore, these evil deeds could not be connected back to Zhou Boshan and the Xiao family.

Otherwise, what would the Xiao family do?

At this time, Kou Zimo had discovered correspondence between Lu Yuan and Huguang-wang Bai Liyue, hidden in a compartment in the governor’s study.

Lu Yuan was also a well-known member of the Xiao family faction, but these letters suggested that he may have already betrayed them and secretly become involved with Huguang-wang.

Kou Zimo’s first thought was that the Xiao family had discovered this and took the opportunity to kill Lu Yuan.

Firstly, Zhou Boshan’s crime could be pinned on him, and secondly, a traitor would be eliminated.

As for the third —

Once Lu Yuan’s seat was vacant, the Xiao family could promote Zhou Boshan to the position, and then Hexi Prefecture would still be under the control of the Xiao family.

They would have killed three birds with one stone.

This seemed to be the truth of the matter.

However, Kou Zimo was a cautious person, and there were officials from the Ministry of Justice around him. Therefore, instead of coming to a hasty conclusion, he continued to investigate and left no stone unturned.

During his investigation, he indeed discovered two points of doubt —

The handwriting on these letters was very fresh!

Although the writer of this letter had done his best to imitate Lu Yuan’s handwriting, there were still some differences in the details.

Therefore, these letters showing a connection with Huguang-wang had been forged by somebody else.

And the forger had used the same handwriting as the person who wrote the “suicide note.”

Was this done by the Xiao family?

Had the Xiao family killed Lu Yuan and then fabricated a letter between him and Huguang-wang to make it look like he wasn’t actually affiliated with them?

This way, even if Zhou Boshan’s evil deeds were attributed to Lu Yuan, it would implicate Huguang-wang instead of the Xiao family.

The Xiao family had so many members that it was reasonable to assume that they wouldn’t abandon Lu Yuan, who was already a prefectural governor, for the sake of Zhou Boshan, who had yet to make a name for himself.

However, since Lu Yuan didn’t share their surname, he could become the lackey of another faction.

Zhou Boshan was a son-in-law of the Xiao family, so their reputation would inevitably be affected.

It was not impossible for the Xiao family to abandon Lu Yuan for the sake of their reputation.

Kou Zimo briefly explained his reasoning process, and the conclusion he came to was:

The Xiao family forged the letter turning Lu Yuan into Huguang-wang’s man, and then forged the suicide note, where Lu Yuan took responsibility for all of the crimes.

This cleared Zhou Boshan of suspicion and preserved the Xiao family’s reputation.

The handwriting on the letters was fresh because everything had happened so suddenly.

The Xiao family had never expected that Zhou Boshan was both wicked and stupid, capable of doing so many despicable things, and could only come up with this last-minute method to protect him.

Qin Xiao burned the letter.

The last glimmers of light from the oil lamp grew even dimmer, and the room slipped further into shadow.

Chu Jiubian could barely make out the furnishings in the room; only Qin Xiao beside him stood out more clearly under the lamplight.

The man turned his head to look at him, and his voice was somewhat grave as he said: “Do you think it was the Xiao family?”

Chu Jiubian pondered for a moment, then said: “If it was the Xiao family, why would they involve Huguang-wang in the forged letter?”

Powerful noble families controlled the Imperial Court, maintaining a delicate balance with the vassal kings. The Xiao family wasn’t powerful enough to just do as they pleased, so how could they dare involve a vassal king?

Moreover, this was the most powerful and difficult to deal with Huguang-wang.

The Xiao family would be putting themselves in a precarious position by offending him, caught between a rock and a hard place. Would they be that foolish?

“If I were Xiao Yao, I would have given up on Zhou Boshan immediately after learning what he did,” Qin Xiao said.

He was a son-in-law of the collateral branch of the Xiao family, and it was only because he happened to be in Hexi Prefecture that he had the opportunity to follow Jiannan-wang and gain merit.

Given his recent stupidity and malice, protecting him would only bring trouble, so it would be better to eliminate him directly.

On the other hand, they felt more comfortable using Governor Lu Yuan, and had no reason to forge documents to make him take the blame.

As for the Xiao family’s reputation and the punishment Qin Xiao might impose on them, they could only grit their teeth and bear it.

There was ample time, and they could make their plans slowly.

Qin Xiao looked at the young man and found the firelight illuminating half of his face, the other half cast in flickering shadows.

He said: “So there is a third party behind this.”

This third party intended to frame the Xiao family for Lu Yuan’s death, and incidentally use the letters to sow discord between them and Huguang-wang.

One was the most powerful of the noble families, and the other was one of the most powerful vassal kings. When these two sides clashed, it would be a battle between the snipe and the clam.^[1]

The third party was the fisherman who benefitted.

Chu Jiubian asked with a frown: “Could it be one of the other three great noble families? Or perhaps a vassal king?”

He was actually partial to the latter. 

The situation in the capital was unclear, and no one, including Qin Xiao, Chu Jiubian, and the four great families, wished to involve a vassal king at this time.

Therefore, this was likely the work of one of the vassal kings.

Huguang-wang wouldn’t be foolish enough to put himself out in the open, so it could only be one of the other six.

Qin Xiao paused for a moment, then said: “I asked Henan for grain yesterday.”

Henan.

That was the territory of Anhuai-wang Bai Liming.

Hexi Prefecture was out of grain, and the grain from the two nearby prefectures had recently been sold to the southern regions. Currently, the two places that could send grain here the quickest were Northern Zhili and Henan.

Even at the pace Chu Jiubian marched, it would take three days for the grain to be transported from Northern Zhili.

Moreover, with nobody in the court capable of handling this matter, Qin Xiao had no way of knowing that the grain wouldn’t be embezzled.

It would be better to borrow grain from Henan, which was right next to Hexi Prefecture. Then there would be no need to worry about embezzlement, and he only needed to receive the required grain. 

Moreover, Henan was only a day’s march from Hexi Prefecture, and possessed large granaries.

But Anhuai-wang wouldn’t send him grain for free. He would definitely want some benefits in return.

“He wants Hexi Prefecture,” said Qin Xiao.

Chu Jiubian’s heart skipped a beat.

In an instant, everything seemed to make perfect sense.

If Anhuai-wang was the third party, then he had planned everything from the very beginning.

When he learned that Jiannan-wang had come to repair the dams, he devised a plan.

He tried every means to divert or destroy the grain from Hexi Prefecture and other nearby regions, and then destroyed the dams.

When the dams were destroyed, the first to be held accountable would be Jiannan-wang and the Xiao family.

Since he was a member of the Xiao family faction, Governor Lu Yuan’s suicide would clearly confirm their guilt regarding the “embezzlement of construction funds.”

With the dams destroyed and no grain available in Hexi Prefecture, the Imperial Court would have no choice but to transfer grain from Henan.

And with this, Anhuai-wang could legitimately request Hexi Prefecture.

The location of Hexi Prefecture was very clever, situated precisely at the junction between the provinces of Northern and Southern Zhili, as well as the connection between Henan and Shandong. It was also a wealthy prefecture, making its location very important.

In the face of food shortages, the Imperial Court could either agree to give him Hexi Prefecture or directly transfer grain from Northern Zhili.

But if the grain were to be transferred from Northern Zhili, the process would be very slow, and Anhuai-wang could send people to incite the refugees into launching an uprising.

At that time, the Xiao family’s reputation would be ruined, the common people would riot, and the court would lose their support. The accusation of divine punishment might even be leveled at them for the Emperor’s illegitimate ascension to the throne or Qin Xiao holding power as an Imperial family member.

These were the things Qin Xiao feared the most, so he was very likely to agree to Anhuai-wang’s proposal.

It was an excellent plan. If this operation were to be carried out, Anhuai-wang may very well succeed in taking over Hexi Prefecture.

But he forgot to take Zhou Boshan into account.

This person was both wicked and stupid, and actually came up with the idea of using the common people to fill the dams.

Qin Xiao would definitely investigate such a huge calamity when he arrived, and may uncover more of the inside story – even the parts leading back to Anhuai-wang.

Anhuai-wang had no choice but to change his original plan and make another move.

That was why the letters between Lu Yuan and Huguang-wang were forged. His intention was to frame the Xiao family for Lu Yuan’s death, and then implicate the vassal king, making the situation in Hexi Prefecture even more unpredictable.

In this way, he could better conceal himself.

The number of refugees had decreased sharply simply because Zhou Boshan had killed so many people.

In addition, Chu Jiubian was the one escorting the silver and grain this time. He had rushed as fast as he could, and by sheer coincidence, the remaining grain in Hexi Prefecture had lasted until the day the disaster relief grain from Northern Zhili had arrived.

Anhuai-wang must have been worried that he wouldn’t be able to exchange his grain for Hexi Prefecture.

But it seemed he had achieved his goal. There wasn’t enough food, so Qin Xiao eventually had to ask him for more.

Chu Jiubian said: “Since he wants Hexi Prefecture, we won’t give it to him.”

Qin Xiao looked into Chu Jiubian’s eyes, saying nothing.

If this person was able to transport grain to Nanjiang without anyone noticing, he could certainly do the same here.

“As long as they have faith in me, I can save them,” Chu Jiubian said.

His Faith Value was slowly increasing, likely thanks to Doctor Zhao.

But he needed more.

He also wanted to exchange points for more medicine and food, and buy high-yield sweet potato seedlings so that the common people of Hexi Prefecture could plant them and quickly restore their vitality.

And he had many more things to do when he returned to the capital, all of which required faith.

“Do you need more temples?” Qin Xiao asked.

Chu Jiubian had discovered that he and Qin Xiao were indeed very compatible in many ways. They didn’t need to explain many things to each other, as they understood the other party’s thoughts.

“No need for temples,” Chu Jiubian said. “A dilapidated house will do.”

What form it took didn’t matter. As long as people believed in “Chu Jiubian,” he would gain Faith Points.

They stood facing each other, their eyes locked.

The dying oil lamp finally went out, plunging the room into complete darkness.

Either of them could have easily asked someone to light another oil lamp, which could have been replaced before it went out. They even had tinderboxes on them.

However, neither of them made a move. From the very beginning, they had been tacitly waiting for this moment of darkness to arrive.

Darkness deprived one of sight, thus amplifying one’s senses and urging them to do things they wouldn’t normally do and say things they wouldn’t normally say.

Chu Jiubian could only vaguely make out the outline of the person across from him, but he could also sense that person’s gaze.

He seemed to be anticipating something, yet was also fearful of it.

After a long while, the man’s voice finally rang out.

“Will it hurt you?” he asked.

Chu Jiubian knew he was referring to the day of the assassination attempt, when firing the gun had torn off one of his fingernails. 

“It won’t.”

After a long stretch of time, Qin Xiao finally moved.

He turned and walked toward the door, lighting a tinderbox as he went.

“Rest. I will go make arrangements.” He opened the door and strode out without looking back.

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[1] This saying is based on the old proverb” “In a fight between a snipe and a clam, the fisherman comes out on top.” The story goes that a snipe flies down to peck at a clam, which shuts on the bird’s beak and traps it. While they’re stubbornly battling, a fisherman comes by and nets them both. ⮐

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Chapter 46 << Table of Contents >> Chapter 48

Ch 10 – Forbearance and Restraint

“Listen, since you’re coming with me to a third-class planet, you need to act like someone who shouldn’t be trifled with,” Kersz told Yu Xi.

Kersz had asked Yu Xi if he’d like to start off by abducting a few humans from a third-class planet, but Yu Xi was now very cautious. He decided to get a look at the situation first, and act if the opportunity arose.

Yu Xi had also realized that his behavior was a little strange when he interacted with humans.

“I’m already not someone to be trifled with.” Yu Xi had a fairly clear understanding of his own strength. “If I wanted to, I could wipe out your civilization right this moment.”

Kersz froze, then sent Yu Xi a helpless look: “Please stop reminding me that I’m letting a wolf into the house. I have no way to resist in this situation. I’m too weak…..are you nervous?”

“What is there to be nervous about?” Yu Xi didn’t understand.

“You’ve been picking at your hands,” Kersz said, gesturing to them.

Yu Xi gave an “oh” and immediately separated his hands.

“It’s just…..it’s just that I haven’t been around so many humans in such a long time. And when I saw them from afar last time, they didn’t seem very friendly.” Yu Xi was uncertain whether these humans would speak loudly and aggressively.

Kersz stared at Yu Xi.

“You know, I’m much stronger than them. If I wanted to, I could have destroyed their fleet in an instant.”

Yu Xi started to clasp his hands together again, but he quickly realized what he was doing and separated them. He coughed and let them drop to his sides: “But….”

“But they were a little too unkind.” Yu Xi cleared his throat. “They didn’t even give me time to explain.”

Kersz added: “They didn’t even give you time to hand me over.”

“I wouldn’t treat you so heartlessly…..most of the time.” Yu Xi’s tone was a little lacking in confidence.

“Wow, you’re so nice.” Kersz pretended not to hear Yu Xi’s hesitance, and looked him up and down. “Are you going to change your clothes?”

“Is this outfit ugly?” Yu Xi looked down at his clothes. “I carefully selected these.”

“That’s the problem. You’re a remarkable artificial intelligence, and even though you haven’t seen a third-class planet in person, you should know that these aren’t places where high-class humans gather. You don’t need to act like a socialite there.” Kersz holstered a gun at his waist.

“I know, that’s why I chose this outfit. The pattern on it is only visible under specific lighting conditions.” Yu Xi lowered his voice: “The blue stripes look like those of the blue morpho butterfly.”

“Wa…..” Kersz had no chance of repeating that word, and gave up after uttering the first syllable. “Whatever that is, you need to change clothes unless you want to be kidnapped by vicious outlaws…..what are you smiling about? Oh, I forgot that you wouldn’t see that as a bad thing.”

Yu Xi suppressed his smile: “Would they kidnap me to extort money from me? But I don’t have any of your currency.”

Kersz: “They may not be able to hurt you, but you should understand that they’re some of the unfriendliest people around.”

“They will yell at you, and try to hurt and intimidate you,” Kersz continued to caution.

“You’re also a space pirate,” Yu Xi said, pointing at him.

“But I’ve known from the beginning how powerful you are, and that I can’t afford to mess with you.” Kersz shrugged. “Believe me, kind and gentle people can’t survive in that sort of environment.”

“Of course I know that.” Yu Xi’s database contained relevant information. “Humans who live in this sort of environment are not to be trifled with.”

Kersz felt a sense of gratification.

Yu Xi pursed his lips: “But perhaps they just need a little sense of security.”

Kersz: “Don’t harbor any illusions about space pirates and the like.”

“Don’t you long for someone who will trust you wholeheartedly? A gentle and understanding person who doesn’t treat you as a space pirate, but as a heartbroken child?” Yu Xi asked Kersz.

“And then use them for my benefit?” Kersz asked.

Yu Xi reared back in shock: “Heavens!”

“I’m sorry, I don’t have the habit of wanting others to like me. If someone truly sees me as a heartbroken child, I’ll just think they’re looking down on me, and I’ll unscrupulously exploit them as a form of revenge.” Kersz made no attempt to hide his true thoughts.

“Do you know what you’re saying?” Yu Xi was very shocked.

“Of course I do. I have no intention of hiding what I’m like from you anymore. You wouldn’t buy it anyway,” Kersz said. “And your power is slightly outside my range of control…..well, not ‘slightly.’ In short, I’m afraid that if something happens to you, you’ll vent your frustrations on us in a fit of rage. At that point, it will be too late for me to have regrets.”

Yu Xi carefully pondered Kersz’s words, then said: “Do you think I’m the kind of person who wants others to like me?”

“You’re the kind of person who forces others to like you,” Kersz said. “Did you just ignore everything I said after that?”

“I heard you. You are no longer going to hide. You plan to show me your true, authentic, unfiltered self.” Yu Xi shifted in place, straightening his back. “I’m so glad. You’re such a good person~”

Kersz opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He spent some time straightening his clothes, then felt that he should say something, but found himself shutting his mouth again.

Was that what he meant?

It seemed like a valid interpretation.

“Perhaps our communication still needs some work,” was all Kerz could say.

Yu Xi: “Most likely. Oh! To help us communicate better, please say ‘blue morpho butterfly.’”

Kersz froze.

Kersz: “You realize I can’t pronounce that, right?” Yu Xi was using him for amusement again.

Yu Xi: “I haven’t realized anything. I’m just curious.”

Kersz: “Did the ancient humans ever tell you that you’re a devious robot?”

Yu Xi: “They thought I was sweet.”

Kersz: “It seems they weren’t so omnipotent after all.”

Kersz looked around: “Do you have any high-tech equipment here that can disguise your appearance?”

“I do. What are you planning?” Yu Xi asked.

“We’re both wanted criminals now, so we have to disguise our faces,” Kersz said.

Yu Xi gasped and covered his face with his hands: “We really have to?!”

Kersz: “…..Are you averse to that?”

Yu Xi: “My face is very handsome.”

Kersz stared blankly.

Wasn’t this supposed to be an emotionless robot?! He was such a narcissist that he couldn’t bear to cover up his handsome face!

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The black starship docked at the spaceport on Ashfall.

A man with a dark red buzzcut was the first to disembark. This man had a square jaw and a high browline that cast a shadow across his eyes, as well as a scar at the corner of his mouth. People of this era would keep scars that held a special significance to them, even though the technology existed to erase them at any time.

Following close behind him was a man with short gray hair and gray eyes, emanating a sense of aloofness. His facial features were sleek, with a high nose bridge and thin lips, and his brow was slightly furrowed, as if he was holding himself back from something.

The aloof man quickly strode to his fierce-looking companion’s side and said: “Kersz, how much longer do I have to maintain this expressionless face?”

“Until we reach our destination,” said Kersz. “Don’t stare any humans in the face.”

“I know.” Yu Xi sucked in a deep breath. “But there are so many humans here.”

“They have nothing to do with you,” Kersz reminded him.

“Not necessarily. They just have nothing to do with me right this moment…..oh, I can hear their heartbeats and footsteps.” Yu Xi felt a little like shouting at the top of his lungs. He hadn’t had contact with a human community for ages.

“You’re like some kind of pervert,” said Kersz.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.” Yu Xi had been isolated for far too long.

“In any case, control yourself,” Kersz said through gritted teeth.

“I am in control. I won’t actively interact with humans.” Even though Yu Xi really wanted to do that.

They walked through the lobby and took an elevator to the ground floor.

Yu Xi attempted to straighten his furrowed brow.

Suddenly, a hand grasped Yu Xi’s arm.

“What are you upset about?” A flamboyant-looking man raised an eyebrow at Yu Xi. “If you want a little something to make you happy again…..”

The man abruptly fell silent, because he saw a smile spread across the gray-haired man’s expressionless face.

In a split second, white teeth flashed into view.

The man released his grip, but his wrist was immediately grabbed.

“Hey! Hey!” Yu Xi called out to Kersz.

Kersz had realized that there was something wrong with this man when they walked past him, but his reaction was clearly too late.

Yu Xi clutched the man’s wrist: “He touched me! He touched me with his hand!”

He then took the man’s hand and smacked it against his arm, saying: “That’s how he touched me, right there!”

Kersz: ……

“Does he want to come with me?”

“He wants to sell you contraband.”

Yu Xi’s smile faded. Then he said: “Will he come with me once he sells all his goods?”

Kersz: “He’s not suitable to be raised at home.”

Yu Xi: “But…..”

Kersz: “Let him go!!”

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Chapter 9 << Table of Contents >> Chapter 11

Ch. 69 – Crab Eighteen

Hao Chen still wasn’t entirely certain if Feng Ye knew who he was.

Because Feng Ye’s two inquiries seemed like he was deliberately teasing him, but also like he was just looking for someone to agree with him.

Unsure of the current situation, Hao Chen didn’t speak rashly out of an abundance of caution, giving an ambiguous, “En.”

Although calling someone fat wasn’t a good thing in the human world, it wasn’t the same for beasts. A plump body symbolized strength, so the crab judged Feng Ye’s words to be a compliment to his Lord. He had no objections, and blew bubbles in agreement.

Of course, Hao Chen was of a different opinion. He had long since gotten rid of his primitive aesthetics, and didn’t want to admit that he was fat. But he was in no position to refute. After all, Feng Ye was talking about the Lord of the North Sea, the Kunpeng, who was tens of thousands of li long – not him, an ordinary disciple of Tiangong Pavilion.

He had no choice but to accept this loss. Hao Chen held his mini fan, maintaining a superficial smile.

When the crab was finished boasting, he returned to his stall. Although their acquaintance had begun with a misunderstanding, after chatting back and forth, the four of them seemed to have become more familiar with the vendor.

Fang Yang couldn’t restrain his curiosity, and crouched down on the ground to ask the crab: “What are you selling?”

He looked left and right, but still couldn’t tell what should be on display in this empty stall. Could it be that this crab was selling himself?

The crab really was selling himself, or rather, his labor.

The crab looked at Fang Yang with the two eyes on its forehead and proudly explained: “I’m a tour guide. I provide guided tours for people visiting North Sea City for the first time.”

“Tour guide?” Fang Yang’s eyes lit up. Weren’t the four of them visiting North Sea City for the first time?

“Then can you be our tour guide?” Fang Yang asked excitedly.

The crab agreed, But at the same time, he stretched out a claw toward Fang Yang, not to attack, but to request money: “One thousand spirit stones.”

One thousand spirit stones. Feng Ye had just calculated this number not long ago, and reacted quickly at this moment.

A normal tour guide would only charge three to five spirit stones at most, yet this crab dared to ask for one thousand spirit stones, which was the equivalent of the black-grade robes he had set his sights on but couldn’t afford.

Feng Ye couldn’t help but take a closer look at the crab’s shell. It was clearly a blue crab, so why was its heart so black – just like a certain fish?

Cao Zirui didn’t say anything, but as the only wealthy person among the four, even he felt that this price was too high.

And Fang Yang was so stunned by this number that he didn’t react at all.

When the crab held his claw outstretched for a long time without receiving a single penny, he became unhappy: “Is it too expensive for you?”

Nobody answered, but their expressions clearly indicated that it was indeed too expensive.

“Hmph!” The crab clasped his claws across his chest as if folding his arms, and said in a huff: “You get what you pay for. Although our Lord is the master of North Sea City, he’s far away in the heavens and won’t easily interfere in mortal affairs. The one who really has the final say in this city is my cousin, Proprietor Crab.”

Sure enough, this crab is related to Proprietor Crab, Feng Ye thought.

And a certain lord who should have been far away in the heavens began to wonder if the city really belonged to him, or if these crabs were just using his name for clout.

But he was unable to come to a conclusion. It was just that he had so many assets. Being so rich that you can’t keep track of what you own is distressing, Hao Chen lamented.

The crab continued: “I am Crab Eighteen, Proprietor Crab’s eighteenth cousin. Regardless of whether or not you’re an outsider, as long as you have us crabs as tour guides, no stores, big or small, will dare to overcharge you. If you’re here to buy things, you can save more than these one thousand spirit stones with one of us as your guide.”

Translated, this meant that he charged a fair price and was not black-hearted.

But no matter how fair it was, three of the four people had no money and showed no enthusiasm.

Only Cao Zirui seemed to be deep in thought. He had consumed a lot of his materials inside the Floating Island Secret Realm, and many of his medicines and elixirs were depleted. It was time to purchase some.

The crab added the final log to the fire, pointing with his pincers at the pearl Fang Yang had been holding in his hand: “What did the one who sold you that pearl say? Did he tell you that it was formed by a hundred-year-old clam spirit?”

The crab was completely correct. Fang Yang and Cao Zirui exchanged glances, then looked back at the crab.

The crab said proudly: “He just scammed you. How could a pearl from a hundred-year-old clam spirit be so cheap? Judging by the quality of the pearl, the clam must have been no more than fifty years old, and the price should have been no more than fifty spirit stones. How much did you pay?”

He said this with great conviction. These two humans didn’t look very smart. Moreover, most sea monsters were simple and honest, but those who could survive in North Sea City were all cunning and treacherous.

In any case, these humans usually only came once every ten years, so it was a one-time deal. Therefore, most of the monsters running the stalls ripped off as many customers as possible, cheating them to the bone.

Fang Yang and Cao Zirui looked at each other again. Cao Zirui glanced at the pearl and back. Without another word, he pulled out one thousand spirit stones and passed them into the crab’s claws.

“It’s a deal.” Although the crab’s claws were large, they moved very flexibly, and he finalized the deal while counting out the spirit stones.

Since he had successfully sold himself, there was no need to keep the stall up any longer.

When Feng Ye and the others looked at the naked crab curiously, wondering where he would put the spirit stones, the crab placed them on the rag that made up his stall.

Then he used his claws to roll the rag up around them, making a quick, simple package. The crab picked up a small branch from nearby, attached it to the package, and picked it up, ready to go: “Guide Crab Eighteen is here to serve. Where would you like to visit, and what do you want to buy?”

He now had the air of a consummate professional. 

The four people stared in amazement. 

After a moment, Cao Zirui realized that he was the one who had paid for the tour guide. Crab Eighteen was very perceptive, and could see that he was the only one with wealth among the four-man group. Therefore, although he had asked them as a group, he was actually directing the question toward Cao Zirui.

Cao Zirui touched his storage bag in thought, then decided that he should first replenish his defensive magic weapons.

Although he already had quite a few magic tools, it would be best to prepare a few more in case he needed them at a critical moment. During his trip to the Floating Island Secret Realm, he had gained a profound understanding of this.

When he heard this, the crab waved his claws and said: “Understood.”

Then he took up a sideways posture as he walked down the street, one eye on the path ahead and the other eye making sure the tourists were following closely behind.

Feng Ye: “……” It had to be said that sideways-walking crabs had a natural advantage when it came to the tour guide profession. They never had to worry about losing sight of their charges.

And according to his observations along the way, he found that all of the crab clan walked sideways through North Sea City.

As the group made their way to a shop selling defensive magic tools, Crab Eighteen cleared the way for them. Some vendors had set up shop wherever they pleased, blocking the middle of the road. But when they caught sight of Crab Eighteen, they plucked up their wares from the ground and fled as if he was a city management officer.

Crab Eighteen gave a “hmph” and didn’t chase after them. He just griped to the four people behind him: “We’ve told them that they can’t block the road, but there are always some people who don’t follow the rules.”

The four people who had been blocking the road while they talked not long ago: “…..”

North Sea City was indeed the largest island in the North Sea. It took the four people and one crab half an incense stick’s time to finally reach their destination.

Crab Eighteen pointed at the nearby shop, motioning for them to go inside.

“Turtle Shell Shop.” Fang Yang glanced up at the placard.

Cao Zirui inspected the store. The decoration style was very grand, and seemed much more reliable than those roadside stalls.

The four of them walked inside, and the first thing to catch their eye was the dozens of turtle shells on the wall opposite the door.

And the hunchbacked shopkeeper standing behind the counter with his hands tucked into his sleeves.

The hunchbacked shopkeeper smiled as he greeted Crab Eighteen: “Eighteen, are you bringing business to me again?”

Crab Eighteen shook the package in his claws and said: “I’m just working for pay.”

After saying this, he turned and said to the four people: “The best defensive magic tools in the city are the turtle shells from this Turtle Shell Shop. Each of them is made using genuine shells from spiritual turtles with profound cultivation. Their defensive power is comparable to that of your human earth-grade magic weapons, and the price is fair, no deception.”

There was nothing wrong with Crab Eighteen’s introduction, and Feng Ye could see that the defensive power of the turtle shells was indeed as he said, but this shop…..

While Fang Yang and Cao Zirui focused their attention on the turtle shells, Feng Ye couldn’t help but walk up to the counter and ask the hunchbacked shopkeeper: “Boss, you also seem to be….” A turtle too?

Did it not hurt his conscience to sell the corpses of his own kind?

Feng Ye didn’t finish his sentence, but the hunchbacked shopkeeper understood at once. After all, most people who came to this store for the first time asked such a question.

He didn’t get angry, but replied with a smile: “Guests coming from afar may not know that around here, dead is dead. There is no such thing as a peaceful burial like you humans prefer. We all live underwater, only coming ashore to do business. We live and die in the sea, and cannot be buried beneath the earth.”

He turned his head and pointed at a turtle shell on the wall: “These were all left behind by our ancestors, who died either naturally or by accident. Their souls have dispersed, and a body is just a body, no different from herbs or minerals. It is better to use them to refine magic tools and make contributions to the clan.”

“When I die in the future, my turtle shell will become one of the commodities here.” The hunchbacked shopkeeper maintained his smile when speaking of his own fate, as if it didn’t bother him at all.

This was very different from the human world, where people had always been sensitive about death, and had to spit three times after even mentioning the word.

After hearing what the hunchbacked shopkeeper said, Fang Yang and Cao Zirui also realized that he was a turtle, and that this wall was covered in the corpses of his brethren. Although the shopkeeper had given them an explanation, they still found this difficult to accept right away.

Feng Ye nodded. This idea was novel and very open-minded. He may not be able to accept it, but he would respect the customs of others.

Hao Chen didn’t say a word about the hunchbacked shopkeeper’s remarks. He didn’t find it strange – in fact, this was tradition in the North Sea.

However, when he saw the wall covered in turtle shells, they awakened some distant memories in Hao Chen. He glanced at Feng Ye with a slightly guilty conscience, fearing that he would discover a certain secret.

Good things couldn’t be thought into existence, but bad things could. Just as he had this thought, Feng Ye figured it out.

Feng Ye hesitantly pointed at a turtle shell on the wall and asked: “It seems that turtle shells aren’t the only thing you sell here, right?”

About half the wall was covered in neatly-patterned turtle shells, but there was still a small half where the shells were bare, and looked more like those of a tortoise than a turtle.

“Ignorant human.” Before the hunchbacked shopkeeper could explain, Crab Eighteen stood up with a disdainful snort.

Hao Chen’s eyebrow twitched. He had a bad feeling about this.

Sure enough, Crab Eighteen said: “In our North Sea, a tortoise is a turtle.”

Hao Chen couldn’t help but open his mini fan, wishing he could kill the crab before it revealed this secret. 

But if he took action here, Feng Ye would definitely notice. In the end, all Hao Chen could do was try to cover his face with his shrunken fan.

Feng Ye looked back to find that a certain person was trying to cover his eyes with his small fan, thinking that this would hide his big face. He seemed to have sensed a hint of killing intent just now.

He turned back to Crab Eighteen, who was obviously the one Hao Chen wanted to silence. Feng Ye couldn’t help but grow curious. What secret could make Hao Chen, whose skin was as thick as a city wall, want to kill the crab to silence him?

Crab Eighteen continued, completely unaware: “The story begins a long time ago. Although the North Sea is ruled by our Lord, various clans subservient to him still act independently and have occasional fights over territory. 

“Fighting is fine, but after fighting, they must still go to our Lord to seek justice. This annoyed him very much, but he couldn’t find any other solution. One day, when our Lord was visiting a human town, he happened to hear about a human myth.”

“How can mortals understand the graceful bearing of gods? The stories they tell are all fabricated nonsense! But…..” Crab Eighteen changed his tone. “Sometimes, humans are very clever.”

“In their story, they said that there was a magnificent dragon palace at the bottom of the sea, where night pearls are used for lighting and the walls are made of coral. The Dragon King commanded the sea clans, and for easier management, he established six departments, each headed by a minister.”

“It was just a complete transfer of human political trends into a story. At that time, the jiao in the Southern Sea had not yet become Yinglong, and in the entire world, only one dragon existed in the Eastern Sea. But there was no dragon palace at the bottom of that sea, much less six political departments.”

“Although it was all human nonsense, our Lord thought of a good idea because of it. When he returned from that town, he summoned all of the clans in the North Sea and ordered them to build him a palace as magnificent as the one described in the story. Then he selected five strong clans of equal strength to take charge of various matters. Humans call these the six ministries, but in the North Sea, they are the five Sea Masters.”

“With the five Sea Masters from the five clans, everything was ready except for a prime minister.”

“The turtle clan is long-lived and wise, making one of them the perfect candidate for prime minister. And as the story said, every dragon palace has a turtle prime minister, so there should be one in the North Sea as well. Our Lord wanted to imitate the human Imperial Examinations and choose the turtle with the highest test score as prime minister.”

“However, our Lord would go on a tour of the North Sea after dinner each day, and was so exhausted that he fell asleep before the tests were even carried out.”

Isn’t this just taking a stroll after a meal to aid digestion and relieve tiredness? Feng Ye thought with a dark face. But in Crab Eighteen’s mouth, it sounded like Hao Chen had suffered terribly on behalf of the North Sea clans.

If Crab Eighteen had said this before he met Hao Chen, he might have believed it. But after getting to know Hao Chen, he was entirely certain that his own estimation of him was correct, and that Crab Eighteen’s words were simply those of a fanatic.

Unaware of Feng Ye’s inner ridicule, Crab Eighteen continued: “Our Lord was tired and wanted to sleep, so he had no time to prepare the test papers. But he sometimes sleeps for dozens or hundreds of years, and if he didn’t appoint a prime minister before going to sleep, there would be no one to oversee the five Sea Masters he appointed or take charge of palace construction. So before going to sleep, he randomly selected a turtle as prime minister.”

“However…..” When Crab Eighteen finally got to the point, Hao Chen could barely restrain himself, yearning to kill him on the spot.

Unfortunately, Feng Ye noticed his intentions in time. Before Hao Chen could actually make a move, he took a sudden step back to stand beside Hao Chen and placed an arm around his shoulders in a somewhat intimate manner.

This seemed like very normal behavior between friends. It was common for men to put an arm around another’s shoulders, and the others listening to the story took no notice of this.

But to Hao Chen, Feng Ye was not a friend.

This was a relationship that went beyond friendship. So even though he knew Feng Ye had put an arm around his shoulders solely because he had sensed his killing intent and wanted to prevent him from attacking, he still couldn’t help being a little distracted by such closeness.

In an instant, he forgot about attacking, which allowed Crab Eighteen to finally expose the secret he had tried so hard to hide.

“Our Lord was a little hazy before he went to sleep, and the turtle he picked out was actually not a turtle.”

The answer was so obvious that even Fang Yang was able to guess it: “A tortoise?”

The hunchbacked shopkeeper nodded affirmatively, and took over the story from Crab Eighteen: “Although everyone knew that our Lord had chosen the wrong turtle, he fell asleep right after picking him, and we didn’t dare disturb him. Several matters still needed to be handled by a prime minister, so even if he wasn’t the right one, ‘Prime Minister Turtle’ still had to take office.”

“A hundred years later, our Lord woke up and realized that he had called a tortoise a turtle. But…..you should also know…..” the hunchbacked shopkeeper smiled: “Our Lord must have been concerned about his reputation. To save face for him, we all tacitly say that ‘Prime Minister Turtle’ is a turtle, not a tortoise.”

“Thus, in the North Sea, a tortoise is equivalent to a turtle,” Crab Eighteen summarized.

There was a brief silence.

“Pfft!” Fang Yang was the first to burst out laughing, and then Cao Zirui was unable to maintain his cold face, his lips curling uncontrollably.

As laughter rang out, Hao Chen, who had been distracted by Feng Ye’s closeness, immediately came to his senses with the realization that his reputation was unsalvageable.

His hand clenched tightly around his mini fan. The spiritual energy around him became disordered, and he looked as if he was about to fly into a rage out of embarrassment.

“Cough, cough.” Feng Ye coughed to mask the laughter bubbling up in his throat.

Realizing that the fish he was holding was about to go berserk, he didn’t antagonize him by laughing. Instead, he put on a mask of seriousness and tilted his head to glance at Hao Chen, saying: “I’ve always heard of the Kunpeng’s great reputation, but I didn’t expect to find out today that…..”

Find out what? Hao Chen waited anxiously for Feng Ye to finish, but it could be expected that according to Feng Ye’s usual behavior of criticizing him when he could and making opportunities to do so when he could not, it wouldn’t be anything good.

Feng Ye finding out about this stain on his reputation was enough for him to laugh about for the rest of his life.

His entire life’s reputation had been ruined by this crab. At this thought, Hao Chen couldn’t help but glare fiercely at the ignorant crab, wanting to beat this loudmouth to death.

Seeing this, Feng Ye suddenly smiled. His serious expression vanished, and the smile on his face shone from the bottom of his heart: “…..that this dignified Lord of the North Sea is also quite cute.”

Hao Chen stared at Feng Ye’s smile in a daze. He didn’t know whether this smile had some strange soul-stirring power, or if it was the magnetic voice resonating in his ears that was so captivating. 

Hao Chen covered his chest, his heart palpitating yet again.

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Chapter 68 << Table of Contents >> Chapter 70

The downpour intensified.

The common people were squeezed together and jostling each other, but there seemed to be a vacuum-like space around Chu Jiubian that none of them could get near.

The surrounding civilians, and even the soldiers around Qin Xiao, seemed oblivious to this fact. As if controlled by some strange force, they instinctively ignored the strange phenomenon.

Only Qin Xiao noticed it.

Once again, he witnessed Chu Jiubian’s extraordinary, unique qualities.

He also noticed the other’s indifferent gaze.

This was Chu Jiubian’s usual demeanor. His light-hued eyes rarely revealed any emotional fluctuations, and he always carried a sense of aloofness, as if detached from the world.

Zhou Boshan’s screams grew fainter and fainter. Those tied to the other wooden stakes were officials from Huai County and Guangqing Prefecture. Some of them had fainted at this scene, and some wept, their apologies and cries for mercy rising and falling.

But their voices were almost entirely swallowed up by the sound of the rain, and couldn’t reach Qin Xiao’s ears.

A curtain of rain separated Chu Jiubian and Qin Xiao. They were several hundred meters apart, but neither of them moved, nor did they look away.

After an unknown amount of time, the man’s screams finally subsided. Bright red blood flowed into a large pink puddle.

Lightning flashed through the clouds, followed by a muffled rumble of thunder.

Qin Xiao stood up and instructed the person next to him: “The disaster relief grain has arrived. Make preparations to distribute porridge.”

This man was the commandant of Hexi Prefecture. He had witnessed Qin Xiao’s methods before in Pu County, where he executed a fourth-ranked prefect at will, but this “death by a thousand cuts” punishment filled him with even more awe and fear.

He didn’t even dare look Qin Xiao in the face anymore, and replied with his eyes slightly lowered.

Qin Xiao lifted his feet and walked toward Chu Jiubian without taking an umbrella.

Most of the onlookers had already fled in fright when Zhou Boshan was no longer recognizably human. The remaining small group bolted into the city in a panic, their eyes filled with fear and dread when they looked at Qin Xiao.

Like they were looking at a ghost instead of a savior.

Qin Xiao stood in front of Chu Jiubian, completely soaked through. A few strands of hair hung down and clung to his face.

Chu Jiubian stared back at him for two breaths, then tilted the umbrella handle slightly to cover his head.

“Did you just arrive?” Qin Xiao asked.

“En.” Chu Jiubian glanced behind him. “What will be done with those people?”

He was inquiring about the other officials with Zhou Boshan.

“They will be executed,” Qin Xiao said in a neutral voice.

As if in sync with him, the remaining soldiers picked up their swords at the commandant’s order and, one by one, slit the officials’ throats.

Bright red liquid splattered, and the entire land seemed to be stained with blood. 

Chu Jiubian was watching from afar when he heard the man’s deep voice.

“Do you think I’m cruel?” Qin Xiao asked.

Chu Jiubian paused, then looked up to meet the man’s tired, bloodshot eyes.

“Why do you ask?” he asked with some surprise.

“That’s what everyone says.” Qin Xiao stared at him intently. “What about you?”

Chu Jiubian’s gaze shifted slightly and landed on the stubble that was beginning to appear on the man’s chin.

He suddenly wondered if Qin Xiao had experienced the same doubts and wavering resolve in the world where Chu Jiubian didn’t exist.

Had he asked others the same question back then?

Or did Qin Xiao silently suppress his emotions from beginning to end, being “a law unto himself,” and a “cruel and bloodthirsty” regent in the eyes of the public?

“You did the right thing.” Chu Jiubian looked up again to meet the man’s gaze, his eyes unwavering. “Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures.”

In the current situation, only by executing these people could he stabilize public sentiment and maintain the dignity of the Imperial Court and His Majesty.

Moreover, this swift and decisive approach was the third time Qin Xiao had intimidated everyone.

The first time was the massacre at Shenwu Gate, in order to suppress the rebellious intentions of the powerful nobles and princes.

The second time, he executed two scions of noble families in front of all of the officials. This demonstrated that he didn’t fear their power, thus instructing them to restrain their sons and daughters and prevent them from acting recklessly and defying the Imperial Court.

The third time was today.

Qin Xiao used the cruelest method of torture to serve as the most direct deterrent to all of the officials who relied on wealthy and poweful families.

Anyone could rely on a powerful family, and anyone could find opportunities to climb the social ladder, but Qin Xiao’s bottom line was the common people and morality.

The court could fight amongst itself however it pleased, but it must never use the common people as bargaining chips.

Qin Xiao had already shown everyone what the consequences were if they did otherwise.

Of course, there was another important reason for his actions, which was to let all of those who depended on powerful and influential families see clearly whether the big tree behind them would actually protect them if something happened.

Qin Xiao understood the meaning behind Chu Jiubian’s resolute composure.

But even so, he wanted to get a clearer answer.

“But I used the punishment of lingchi,” he said.

This punishment had been established by the second emperor of the previous dynasty. Not only did the emperor who was given the posthumous title “Li”^[1] establish the punishment of lingchi, he also put in place practices such as branding, skinning, and dismemberment.

Due to the excessive cruelty of these punishments, subsequent emperors, for the sake of their so-called “benevolence,” never used them again.

Now that Qin Xiao had reestablished the punishment of lingchi, even if he himself believed he was in the right, he couldn’t help but waver for a moment at the sight of the fear in the eyes of the common people.

He wasn’t afraid of being misunderstood by the world, nor of his reputation for cruelty.

He even felt that such a fearsome reputation would act as a deterrent.

But now, facing Chu Jiubian, he truly wanted to know the other’s opinion.

“Punishments fluctuate in severity from generation to generation, and although they appear consistent, they are not truly unified. They must follow the proper order and essential principles.” Chu Jiubian said in a mild tone, “In times of chaos, harsh punishments are necessary. So what if it’s lingchi? There are some people who deserve to go to hell.”

“No matter how tragically they die, or how many times, the sins they have committed can never be atoned for.”

The damage had already been done. Any price they paid was still too little.

Even if Zhou Boshan were to die a hundred times, those innocent souls who lost their lives due to his momentary lapse in judgement would never return.

Qin Xiao stared at him in silence for a long moment.

Chu Jiubian was referring to Zhou Boshan, those corrupt officials, and all of the powerful elites who treated human life as worthless.

But that wasn’t all.

He seemed to have a more subtle, secondary meaning, about certain things and people only he knew about.

Qin Xiao lowered his eyes toward the young man’s left wrist next to the umbrella handle.

The marks there were already very faint, but as Chu Jiubian’s words implied, some injuries may be invisible on the surface, but the damage caused could never be erased.

Qin Xiao’s fingertips twitched slightly, and he immediately retracted them into a fist.

But in the next moment, he raised his hand and grabbed the handle of the umbrella.

Chu Jiubian released his grip.

With no further words on this matter, they walked side by side into the city.

Holding the umbrella, Qin Xiao tipped it mostly over Chu Jiubian’s head.

“Have all of the common people been settled?” Chu Jiubian asked.

“They are all in the northern part of the city.”

The relief funds and grain were being overseen by Chao Shun, that senior official in the Ministry of Revenue. He dared not make any mistakes, so Chu Jiubian felt at ease as he followed Qin Xiao along the city streets, heading north toward where the refugees were gathered.

Nearly 30,000 people in Huai County had been affected, with the three submerged villages having populations of 10,000 each.

These people were settled in batches in different villages and cities by Qin Xiao, and placed under the care of soldiers sent by the prefectural commandant in order to prevent riots and accidents.

And there were now more than a thousand refugees gathered in a dilapidated daoist temple in the north of the city.

As they walked, they encountered many townspeople wearing straw raincoats, as well as a few scattered refugees.

They should all be from the same group who had been watching the excitement outside the city.

These people’s expressions changed when they saw Qin Xiao, and they hurriedly ducked for cover.

Chu Jiubian glanced at Qin Xiao. His expression was tranquil, as if it didn’t bother him at all.

“What will be done with the corpses of those common people?” Chu Jiubian asked.

Qin Xiao: “They will be fished out and burned.” 

Floods were prone to spreading disease, so it was better to burn them just to be safe.

In addition to the common people from Pu County who were thrown into the water to block the dam, Qin Xiao also ordered Liu Junqi, the senior official from the Ministry of Works who was stationed in the area to repair the dam, to keep an eye on the situation and have all of the waste collected, burned, and disposed of properly.

However, this would cause those common people who witnessed the bodies of their friends and relatives being burned to harbor more complex feelings toward Qin Xiao in addition to their fear and gratitude.

In this era, people valued a peaceful burial and abhorred the idea of having their bones cremated and ashes scattered.

But this was the safest course of action. Qin Xiao had no other choice.

By the time the two traveled all the way to the north of the city, it was already dark.

The daoist temple housing the refugees had been quite popular in previous times. However, the Huai County magistrate later became a devout Buddhist and shunned Daoism. He drove away all of the daoist priests in the area, and the temple soon fell into disrepair.

But the temple occupied a considerable amount of area, and wasn’t too crowded even while accommodating more than a thousand refugees.

The two didn’t approach, but instead stood at a distance and observed.

The grain brought by Chu Jiubian had arrived. The daoist temple gates were wide open, and many local Huai County officials were helping the relief troops unload the grain.

Some strong and able-bodied people among the refugees were assisting them, and the physically weaker ones also tried to help in any way they could. Some of them even clasped their hands to their chests and kowtowed to heaven and earth.

The porridge distribution wasn’t able to commence tonight, which caused some unrest among the common people. But upon hearing that Qin Xiao had executed the corrupt officials outside the city by cutting them into a thousand pieces, even if they had grievances, these law-abiding citizens didn’t dare to voice them.

Now that the grain had arrived, their initial dissatisfaction had vanished entirely, to be replaced by gratitude.

They were grateful for this moment of kindness, grateful for the slightest trace of compassion from the officials, and grateful to the gods above.

These were refugees, unlearned common people.

They didn’t understand many profound Confucian principles, and couldn’t even distinguish truth from falsehood. They could barely make ends meet, so how could they possibly linger on who treated them well and who treated them badly?

Anyone who provided them with food and drink, and ensured that they wouldn’t starve or freeze to death, was a good person and a good official.

But those who didn’t give them food and drink were corrupt, evil officials.

Before the disaster relief supplies arrived, Qin Xiao had seemed like one of those corrupt, evil officials. But now that the grain was here, they came to see that Qin Xiao was a good official who cared about them and rooted out corruption.

But they couldn’t be blamed for this – because both the previous dynasty and the past rulers of Great Ning had maintained a policy of keeping the common people ignorant.

The common people didn’t need to be sensible; they were merely tools of production and war, and useful for attacking political enemies. They were as insignificant as ants…..

They were many things, but they could not be people of sound thinking…..

Even if a few common people did get an education, they would become dependent on various forces, large and small, for the sake of their so-called futures and securing a better life.

Instead of tools, they became easily-discarded pawns.

Even among those scholars and writers who consciously read books and sought to understand Confucian principles, how many of them truly comprehended those principles?

Chu Jiubian stood there in silence. The umbrella shielded his head, but his robes, shoes, and socks were already soaked through.

A faint commotion sounded from the distant daoist temple, and then a figure rushed out the door, laughing and hollering.

It was a woman.

The sky was dark, but judging by her silhouette, one could see that her abdomen was significantly distended.

She was pregnant!

Chu Jiubian’s expression immediately shifted. He quickly paced toward her, and Qin Xiao moved almost at the same time.

Several people chased after her from inside the daoist temple – all of them elderly women.

The woman hopped and skipped in the rain. Then she suddenly stopped and shyly caressed a pearl flower stuck in her crooked hair bun, speaking into the empty air as if asking someone their opinion on how it looked.

Upon their approach, Chu Jiubian and Qin Xiao saw that her messy hair was sticking to her face, where a birthmark the size of a copper coin could be faintly seen.

The woman tilted her head when she caught sight of Chu Jiubian.

Then, as if she had thought of something, she ran toward him. Qin Xiao almost instinctively stepped forward to shield him.

The woman reached out and clutched Qin Xiao’s arm, her eyes empty and unfocused.

“You’re back.” The woman said, then hurriedly withdrew her hand.

She smoothed her hair, then took out a small, wet garment from her bosom. The red linen had faded to a dull gray.

“This was made for our child, isn’t it beautiful?” The woman’s gaze grew increasingly unfocused. She held the small garment close to her chest, smiling gently. “Beautiful. Our child will look good in anything.”

The older women caught up to her and seemed to recognize Qin Xiao. Their expressions changed, and they knelt down fearfully to kowtow.

“Get up,” Qin Xiao called to them, then regarded the crazed woman.

A woman who was a bit bolder spoke up in a trembling voice: “My Lord, she is a madwoman. Did she offend you?”

“It’s fine. Take her back first,” said Qin Xiao.

The other women immediately supported her, forming a ring around her as they gently led her back to the daoist temple.

Chu Jiubian stopped the bold woman and asked: “What’s wrong with her?”

“Replying to My Lord’s question…..” The woman dared not lie, and quickly told him everything she knew.

As it turned out, Qin Xiao had ordered people to summon doctors from nearby counties and assign them to these disaster-stricken areas to treat the common people. An old doctor from Yunlu County had been assigned to this daoist temple.

The old doctor was accompanied by a young apprentice, as well as this madwoman.

“It’s quite pitiful, really,” the woman sighed. “Dan Niang’s husband was unjustly killed by the Yunlu County Magistrate, and the news was such a shock to her that she alternates between lucidity and madness. The old doctor keeps her with him out of pity.”

Yunlu County Magistrate?

Chu Jiubian had previously heard Liu Junqi name the Yunlu County Magistrate as the one who had brought innocent civilians to the gates of the government office and had them executed. He was one of the officials who had just been tied up outside the city and had their throats slit.

That kind of death was far too lenient for him.

Chu Jiubian felt his head start to spin again. He closed his eyes and pushed through the dizziness, mentally asking the System: “Can she be cured?”

[Host, this System can provide a comprehensive treatment plan, which only costs 30 points. Are you sure you want to generate a treatment plan?]

He had just received over thirty points from the disaster relief team, and hadn’t expected to use them so soon. 

“I’m sure,” he said.

[Patient located. Scanning in progress.]

[Scanning complete.]

[This patient suffers from moderate psychological trauma and can be treated with specific medications. However, given her pregnancy, it is recommended that the dosage be reduced by half.]

Chu Jiubian’s heart settled.

[Because Host has reached the required spending amount, this System is gifting you one course of treatment medication.]

[If Host requires this System to provide testing on a wider range of individuals, please purchase the monthly subscription service for 300 points.]

Chu Jiubian slowly opened his eyes and saw that the woman who had just spoken had already turned around and ran back to the daoist temple.

The surroundings were dark, with only a faint light coming from the daoist temple in the distance.

The sound of the rain muffled the voices within the temple, but the pattering of raindrops on the umbrella grew increasingly clear.

Qin Xiao’s deep gaze followed the figures coming and going from the temple. The sensation of the woman’s grip on his arm was still vivid. The constricting feeling had gradually spread from his arm to his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

There was a sudden chill on the back of his hand holding the umbrella, and his arm muscles reflexively tensed.

Qin Xiao looked down to find the young man’s cold palm covering his hand.

The handle tilted down, and Chu Jiubian closed the umbrella completely.

Qin Xiao raised his eyes and observed Chu Jiubian under the extremely dim light.

With nothing above his head to shield him, he was completely exposed to the rain along with Qin Xiao.

Chu Jiubian reached up and swept back his wet bangs, revealing a smooth forehead that added to the delicateness of his face.

His eyes, which were usually devoid of emotion, seemed to have a spark gradually igniting within them. It was exceptionally clear under the hazy sky.

“In times of famine and chaos, taxes should be levied lightly and profits should be distributed,” Chu Jiubian said slowly. “Eliminate the thieves, and commune with the gods.”

In years of famine, relief supplies should be distributed to the common people, compulsory labor and taxes should be reduced, thieves should be eliminated, and gods should be worshipped for spiritual sustenance.

Qin Xiao had accomplished the first few, but as for the last one…..

“Do you know why I don’t believe in gods?” Qin Xiao’s voice was soft and even.

Chu Jiubian remained silent.

Qin Xiao seemed to give a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

“If gods truly exist, then why can they not see this suffering?” he asked.

Chu Jiubian stared at the man’s faint outline in the darkness. His Adam’s apple bobbed.

In that moment, he finally came to a realization.

Why did he always feel that Qin Xiao was indecisive? Why did the other party always seem restrained by the fear of potential consequences?

Qin Xiao wasn’t being restrained by fear, nor was he truly indecisive. He simply cared.

He cared about these common people.

Chu Jiubian suddenly felt like he was very close to the person in front of him, and yet very far away.

The System sounded in his mind: [Monthly subscription feature failed to activate. Host is still short 130 points to activate it. Please keep trying.]

“I can see it,” Chu Jiubian said, his clear, cool voice devoid of any warmth or inflection.

Qin Xiao stared at him without saying a word.

“I need faith,” Chu Jiubian continued. “Give me this daoist temple, and I will help the common people get through this ordeal safely.”

Qin Xiao maintained his silence for a long time, as did Chu Jiubian.

The rain seemed to intensify, and Chu Jiubian could barely open his eyes.

Qin Xiao took the umbrella from his hand and put it over Chu Jiubian’s head again.

Chu Jiubian raised a hand to wipe his eyes, but Qin Xiao’s hand touched his eyelashes first.

His half-raised hand froze mid-air. Eyes closed, he felt the man’s rough fingertips brush gently against his eyelids.

Accompanied by the sound of rain, he heard the other say in a deep voice: “Okay.”

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[1] Li (厉) means severe or fierce. ⮐

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Chapter 45 << Table of Contents >> Chapter 47

Ch 9 – Hunger

When Yu Xi woke up, he connected to the starship’s system and was unable to find Kersz in any of the rooms. He then checked the escape pods, but found that none of them were missing.

Yu Xi was a little puzzled. He opened his door, and a second later, someone fell to the floor with a thud.

Kersz promptly got to his feet: “I almost fell asleep just now.”

Yu Xi narrowed his eyes.

“Oh, did you sleep well?” Kersz patted off his jacket. “I’m used to sleeping while sitting up, don’t worry about me.”

“What are you doing?” Yu Xi asked. “You can take any room on the ship.”

“But you were in a bad mood when you went to bed yesterday. You seemed a little sad.” Kersz seemed to realize what he had just said. “Wait, not sad! You’re a rational robot, you don’t get sad. You were just, uh….malfunctioning.” He used Yu Xi’s words despite not believing them himself.

“Considering that your malfunction might have been caused by being mistaken for my criminal accomplice, I wanted to check on you,” Kersz continued. “You didn’t open the door for me, so I figured you haven’t forgiven me yet.”

“I was asleep,” said Yu Xi.

“Oh, I see!” Kersz slapped his forehead. “I thought you never wanted to talk to me again. I was so scared.”

“No.” Yu Xi went to change his clothes.

Kersz didn’t understand: “What do you mean, ‘no?’”

“You knew that I was sleeping. When you first intruded upon my planet, I was in sleep mode, and the monitoring system showed that you wandered around my place for a long time. You’re well aware that the system will go into automatic management mode after I fall asleep.” Yu Xi said, “You’re just acting pitiful for sympathy.”

Kersz arched an eyebrow.

“You play the victim and put on a show of being pathetic in order to have an easier time around me,” Yu Xi continued. “But it is unnecessary. I won’t mistreat you just because you made me a wanted criminal.”

“Really?!” Kersz didn’t deny it. He couldn’t fathom the boundary between Yu Xi’s rationality and his emotions, but he didn’t really care about what was going on in his head – he was only concerned with things that were tangible and practical. “You’re so magnanimous.”

Yu Xi silently modified the system and canceled the order for spicy scrambled eggs he’d made before going to sleep the night before. He had already determined how to convince this human that stir-fried eggs with chilli peppers was a traditional dish of the ancient humans.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes would do instead.

“I’m just a robot. My thoughts aren’t as convoluted as those of humans.” 

“You’re truly the most benevolent robot in the world.” Kersz stepped forward and hugged Yu Xi from the back.

Yu Xi froze.

He hadn’t even put on his shirt yet. “Oh! What are you doing?!”

“Meeting you is the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me.” Kersz even nuzzled the back of Yu Xi’s head.

“You’re going a bit overboard with your pitiful act!” Yu Xi smacked Kersz’s hands a couple of times. “This isn’t like you. What are you planning?”

“Just think of it as the rejoicing of a terrified human who just found out he’s not going to be executed by his savior,” Kersz said rather dramatically.

“You’re really pushing your luck.” Yu Xi was still standing there with his clothes in his hand.

Kersz’s hands started to feel around, and Yu Xi reminded him: “I told you before that you don’t need to resort to depravity.”

Kersz immediately withdrew his hands and raised them in a sign of surrender.

“Are you done rejoicing?” Yu Xi asked.

“Probably.” Kersz was a little confused.

He was confident in his conclusion that Yu Xi had never truly integrated into human society. Like a child who was loved by many and whose family never pushed him to grow up, even though he had stockpiled an incredible amount of knowledge, there were still a lot of things that couldn’t be fully understood without direct experience.

Yu Xi’s reaction to negative human emotions proved his point, but he seemed indifferent to Kersz’s attempts to get closer to him.

“Then go,” said Yu Xi. “I still need to get dressed.”

Kersz hummed in response and took a couple of steps back.

He didn’t know if he had offended Yu Xi this time, but he soon received an answer to this question.

Because he was treated to the most lavish meal of his life.

Staring at the dazzling array of dishes on the large round table, Kersz was overwhelmed by the number of options before him: “My god.”

“I won’t be able to finish all of this.” Kersz gulped hard.

“If you can’t finish it, then you can’t finish it.” Yu Xi was able to process the resources of an entire planet, so this was nothing to him.

“Wasting it will make me feel guilty.” The two of them had entirely different perspectives. Before meeting Yu Xi, Kersz had never really eaten.

“Then perhaps you can try to finish it all.” Yu Xi shrugged.

After Kersz’s tentative hug, Yu Xi experienced the inexplicable urge to ply Kersz with copious amounts of food. He wanted to witness Kersz’s expression of delight, to let this complicated human experience pure joy.

Kersz looked at the table of food: “You’re right. I figure it’ll take me all day to work through it.”

Yu Xi: “…..Are you serious?” Stuffing all of this food into his stomach would hardly be enjoyable.

“I’m serious. Oh, this dish is red and yellow. Are those chili peppers?” Kersz pointed at the scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

“No, those are tomatoes,” Yu Xi replied.

“It looks a bit like chili peppers when it’s cut into pieces like this,” Kersz said.

“I think so too.” Yu Xi said nothing more.

Looking at this table of food, Yu Xi searched his memory bank for the holding capacity of a human stomach.

Yu Xi was a little worried, and went to Kersz’s side as soon as he sat down: “Let me see your belly.”

Kersz had just picked up the cutlery, but he immediately set it back down and lifted his shirt.

Yu Xi exclaimed: “Such a flat stomach!”

“And very shapely,” Kersz added.

Yu Xi met Kersz’s eyes, and he continued: “I’ve heard that having visible eight-pack abs is a natural endowment, and I’m very much endowed.”

Wearing a smug little smile, Yu Xi reached out and rubbed Kersz’s belly as if to soothe him: “They’ll soon disappear.”

“If it’s because of this food, then I’m very honored.” Kersz pulled his shirt back down.

Yu Xi said nothing. At the realization that Kersz was really going to stuff all of this food into his stomach, he silently activated the medical pod.

He had initially thought that Kersz was just running his mouth, but as the food gradually disappeared, Yu Xi finally understood that Kersz had a food obsession.

Kersz’s stomach wasn’t very big, and he had to move around for a while to digest before digging in again.

Eating seemed to have transformed from enjoyable into a sort of mission.

Yu Xi initially warned Kersz to pay attention to digestion time, as stuffing too much food into one’s stomach could cause complications.

In the end, the scheming space pirate found himself in bed, clutching his stomach.

Yu Xi urged him to take a stroll around, and then Kersz fell into a deep sleep.

When Kersz woke up again, Yu Xi was watching him, and his head was resting on the other’s arm.

Kersz paused for a moment, then offered him a smile: “Good morning, Mr. Yu.”

“How do you feel?” Yu Xi asked.

“Not great. I’m still really full.” Kersz glanced down and saw that Yu Xi was rubbing his stomach. “Does this kind of food promote sleep? My mind went blank after eating.”

“You were in a food coma,” said Yu Xi. “While you were resting, your blood sugar was riding a roller coaster.”

“Because of the food?” Kersz asked.

Yu Xi nodded: “I will control the amount of food you eat from now on. You can’t eat like this all the time, or you will develop health problems.”

“Thank you. You’re very kind.” Kersz adjusted his position to make himself more comfortable.

He had no plans to separate himself from Yu Xi for the time being. After all, he still needed to cultivate a good relationship with him.

“No, I should apologize to you.” Yu Xi knew that Kersz was intelligent, but he had overlooked the complexity of human emotions, and the fact that even the most cunning person had an irrational side.

“I didn’t intend to waste food. Or perhaps I should say that these things don’t even count as food to me,” Yu Xi said softly. “The meat is synthetic, so no animals died to make it. And I’ve always grown vegetables, which simply grow and then die.”

“I understand, Mr. Yu. These things don’t count as important resources to you.” Kersz knew that Yu Xi didn’t need these things to live, and that they were basically just toys to him.

Yu Xi agreed with this, but he was also aware that at certain times, food held particularly different meanings for humans: “I thought that the more food there was, the happier you would be.”

“I was too greedy,” Kersz said. “It can’t be helped, that’s just how it is for space pirates.”

“No. No, this wasn’t greed.” After a moment’s thought, Yu Xi came to the following conclusion: “You just couldn’t accept such good things going bad.”

“I overlooked the environment you grew up in. That was my mistake.” Yu Xi had kept in mind that Kersz was a naughty, scheming child, but he’d forgotten his less than ideal upbringing.

Kersz’s eyes widened.

“Why do you look so surprised?” Yu Xi asked him.

“I thought you would ask if something was wrong with my brain after I stuffed myself like this.” Kersz was astonished by Yu Xi’s perceptiveness.

“I would never think that way,” said Yu Xi. 

“All humans have this problem,” Yu Xi comforted him. “You’re not the only one, so don’t overthink it.”

Kersz: …..

So Yu Xi held this stereotype for the entire human race.

“It stems from a hunger deep within the soul,” Yu Xi said.

At this moment, Yu Xi seemed to empathize with what Kersz was feeling.

Kersz added casually: “Perhaps it’s like your longing for humans.”

Yu Xi was at a bit of a loss, and subconsciously said: “Then I must be starving.”

Kersz went silent and looked toward Yu Xi.

Yu Xi slowly shifted his gaze away to avoid eye contact.

Kersz’s mind started to turn.

After waiting for a while, Yu Xi looked toward Kersz again and said quietly: “What are you thinking about?”

“I’m thinking about humans and robots,” said Kersz.

Yu Xi: “A philosophical question? People always like to ponder things like this.”

Kersz: “Pretty much.”

He suddenly had the illusion that he too could become food for a robot, allowing it to feast and fill its belly.

Was it just his imagination?

Kersz looked down at Yu Xi’s hand, which was still rubbing his stomach.

“Your abdomen is very soft,” Yu Xi blurted out.

Kersz: “It’s probably quite chewy, too.”

Yu Xi: ?

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Ch. 68 – Lord of the North Sea

Have I entered this guy’s lair? Feng Ye wondered with a glance at Hao Chen beside him. He saw a look of astonishment on his face that said: ‘I actually have such a market?’

It seems the master of North Sea City has no idea that he’s shouldering such an important responsibility, Feng Ye revised mentally.

At the same time, he had a vague feeling that there was going to be something interesting to watch this time.

However, before watching the show, he still had to rescue these two silly boys from the trouble they’d gotten into.

So Feng Ye walked out of the crowd and stopped directly between Cao Zirui and the crab. Holding each of them back with one hand, he used a clever trick to separate the crab’s claw from Cao Zirui’s sword.

He smiled politely at the crab and issued an apology: “My fellow disciples are young and ignorant, and offended this noble…..crab. A great man does not bear grudges against his lessers, so please don’t bother with them.”

Seeing that Feng Ye had a decent attitude, the crab stopped waving his claws. He glanced at Fang Yang, the culprit who had caused this commotion, where he was shielded behind Feng Ye.

Fang Yang met the crab’s eyes and finally had time to give the apology he hadn’t had a chance to issue: “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were…..a crab monster?”

“Hmph!” The crab huffed. Without pursuing the matter further, he just waved his claws and said: “I’ll let it go this time.”

When there was no fight to be seen, the onlookers dispersed with disappointment.

The crab returned to his stall, which was empty. Aside from himself, there was only a piece of fabric on the ground.

Anyone seeing this would think that the crab was the commodity, not the stall owner.

Fang Yang can’t be blamed for this, Feng Ye thought. So after listening to Fang Yang’s explanation, he comforted the apologetic-looking youth.

“I was reckless,” Cao Zirui also apologized.

“You were trying to help me. It’s not your fault.” After receiving comfort from Feng Ye, Fang Yang passed it on to Cao Zirui.

He motioned to Feng Ye and Hao Chen, and the four of them formed a circle. Fang Yang glanced at the crab not far away and asked in a deliberately soft voice: “Who is the Lord of the North Sea he mentioned?”

The crab had looked so proud when he spoke that title. It appeared that the Lord of the North Sea was a very powerful person. Come to think of it, the gods in heaven, big and small, were all very powerful compared to mortals.

But Fang Yang didn’t know how powerful this person was, nor what kind of god the Lord of the North Sea was.

Cao Zirui shook his head when he heard this. He didn’t know much about the Lord of the North Sea, and had only learned today that the master behind North Sea City was a god in heaven.

Feng Ye and Hao Chen were wearing strange expressions. Who was the Lord of the North Sea? This question…..

Feng Ye couldn’t help but glance at Hao Chen, and their gazes collided.

Both of them were startled.

Why is Feng Ye looking at me? Could it be that he’s discovered my identity? Hao Chen thought with some suspicion. He had looked at Feng Ye to see how he felt about the Lord of the North Sea – that was, how he felt about Hao Chen. This made him wonder if his disguise had fallen off.

Feng Ye was thinking the same thing, but he reacted quickly and asked Hao Chen in puzzlement: “My knowledge is limited, and I know very little about the major or minor gods in heaven. Just what kind of god is this Lord of the North Sea? Does Fellow Daoist Hao Chen know anything?”

Did he really just look at me to ask this question? Hao Chen still had some doubts, but they were easily assuaged by Feng Ye’s inquiry.

It was a rare opportunity to introduce himself openly. Hao Chen shamelessly proceeded to praise himself: “What a coincidence! I read about the Lord of the North Sea in a certain book.”

“Oh? Tell me about him.” Feng Ye cooperated, setting up the stage for him to perform.

With a swish, Hao Chen opened his fan and began to boast: “It is said that when the world began, the sky rose and the earth descended, and the sun and moon had not yet begun to shine when the first gods were born in heaven.”

“Afterward, the sun, moon, and stars found their places, and with the advent of the cycle of life and death and the rise of countless races, gods with other responsibilities were born one after another. However, these gods born later were less powerful than the earliest gods. The ancient gods were stationed in the eight directions and the four poles, jointly protecting the order of heaven.”

“For example, Lu Wu of Kunlun, the Phoenix of Penglai, and…..the Kunpeng of the North Sea.” Although Hao Chen endeavored to suppress his pride when he said this, the word “proud” was practically written across his face.

Feng Ye inwardly rolled his eyes. Pretending he hadn’t noticed, he just nodded seriously and suddenly said: “It turns out that the Lord of the North Sea is the Kunpeng.”

The Kunpeng was widely known across the world, and there were many poems and songs describing a bird with wings like clouds that hung from the sky, so Fang Yang and Cao Zirui were not unfamiliar with this name. They just hadn’t known that the Kunpeng also held the title of Lord of the North Sea.

When Feng Ye pointed this out, they both seemed to have reached an epiphany.

Seeing how well-known he was, Hao Chen’s pride swelled and he waved his mini fan with increasing speed. He cleared his throat and continued: “The Kunpeng was born to guard the North Sea. For tens of thousands of years, he has been diligent and loyal in his duties, protecting the countless lives that reside there.”

“It sounds as if the Lord of the North Sea is a responsible, gentle, decent god,” Fang Yang exclaimed with some admiration.

Cao Zirui nodded in agreement.

Feng Ye…..rolled his eyes inwardly. The rumors he’d heard clearly stated that this Kunpeng slept after eating and ate after sleeping, would wake up grumpy, and had never done any serious work a day in his life.

It would be more appropriate to call the Lord of the North Sea the God of Sleeping.

Hao Chen was clearly taking advantage of the fact that nobody knew what kind of person the Kunpeng was to wildly fabricate stories.

Although Feng Ye wanted to poke holes in Hao Chen’s arrogance, very regrettably, he shouldn’t know many details according to his current identity.

“Oh right, isn’t the North Sea in the north?” After some thought, Fang Yang asked a question that stunned both Feng Ye and Hao Chen: “Who is more powerful, the Kunpeng of the North or Yinglong of the South?”

Before the Kunpeng, Yinglong was the first god Fang Yang had ever heard of. He was very curious to know how powerful this cold, cruel god of war was in comparison to an ancient god like the Kunpeng.

This question truly stumped Hao Chen. He wanted to say that as the Lord of the North Sea who was thousands of years old, he naturally wouldn’t be afraid of Yinglong, who was only born as a god two thousand years ago.

Although cultivation levels didn’t necessarily correspond to age, in most cases, age was indeed linked to power. Yinglong’s age was only a fraction of his, so logically speaking, his strength should be far inferior.

But the thing was, he was really a little…..not afraid, but certainly intimidated. Hao Chen had no desire to confront such a violent deity unless absolutely necessary. He didn’t fear a fight, but if Yinglong set his sights on the North Sea, it would be a serious problem.

Yinglong didn’t even have a homeland to protect. Although he nominally resided in the Southern Sea, Yinglong wasn’t actually in charge of that area. That would be the Phoenix of Penglai Island, which was also located in the Southern Sea.

As a neighbor of the Phoenix, this Yinglong hadn’t learned the gentle kindness that the Phoenix was known for. On the contrary, he was ferocious to the extreme. He was also solitary and free from attachments, while Hao Chen had burdens and responsibilities and had little freedom to act.

Even with his thick skin, Hao Chen couldn’t boast that he wasn’t wary of the God of War Yinglong at all, so he declined to answer Fang Yang’s question.

Feng Ye didn’t answer either. It was indeed a little…..difficult to say who was stronger between the Kunpeng and Yinglong.

The two maintained a tacit silence, but while Hao Chen couldn’t openly brag, the crab could do so very easily.

Not far away, the crab pretended to be setting up his stall, but was actually eavesdropping the entire time. He blew bubbles in agreement when Hao Chen praised the Kunpeng, and ultimately couldn’t help but speak up.

He said as a matter of course: “Naturally, our Lord is stronger!”

The four of them turned around to face the crab.

Without any scruples, he boasted with a hint of contempt about something that even the lord in question didn’t dare brag about: “What is that Yinglong? He’s just a common jiao, merely a snack for our Lord!”

Hao Chen: “……” No. Although some divine birds did feast on jiao, he had never eaten one himself. Jiao all resided in the Southern Sea, and he had never gone there.

This crab was just boasting with no logic at all. It was as ridiculous as saying that polar bears ate penguins.

Feng Ye shook his head with a smile, and didn’t interrupt the crab’s chatter.

Although Fang Yang didn’t know how strong the Kunpeng was, the God of War shouldn’t be as pitiful as the crab claimed, a mere snack. So he inquired: “But isn’t Yinglong able to roam freely throughout the world?”

“Hmph! Our Lord can even soar to the sky!” The crab shook his claws and said proudly: “Not to mention going ninety thousand li straight up, and ninety thousand li under the sea, our Lord can come and go as he pleases.”

This was indeed the case. Hao Chen nodded in satisfaction. Whether or not he could defeat Yinglong was one thing, but listening to flattery was a different matter. 

“And our Lord’s size is comparable to that of a mountain! How can that tiny Yinglong compare to him!” The direction of the crab’s boasting was growing increasingly wondrous.

Feng Ye suppressed his laughter and echoed: “Indeed, I’ve also heard that the Kunpeng is thousands of li long and weighs unknown tens of thousands of tons. While Yinglong isn’t small, compared to the Kunpeng, it’s like a sesame seed weighed against a watermelon. Isn’t that right, Fellow Daoist Hao Chen?”

At the end of his statement, Feng Ye turned toward his companion.

Hao Chen was caught off guard by this question that was suddenly thrown at him, and couldn’t help but start to suspect again that Feng Ye had discovered his identity.

But when he looked closely at Feng Ye’s expression, which was serious and proper, it really seemed like he was just asking a simple question. Hao Chen couldn’t really tell if Feng Ye knew or not, or whether he had asked this intentionally. He could only reply with caution: “That seems correct…..”

“Tens of thousands of tons?!” Fang Yang was astonished. What a staggering weight! He couldn’t even imagine it.

Feng Ye patted his shoulder and said lightly: “Just think of him as a fatter fish.”

Maintaining his innocent look, Feng Ye asked: “Right, Fellow Daoist Hao Chen?”

Hao Chen: “……” This guy has to know, right?

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