I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 913 - 439: Ironclads at the Gates, Hundred Ghosts Roam by Day (Part 3)

Chapter 913: Chapter 439: Ironclads at the Gates, Hundred Ghosts Roam by Day (Part 3)

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And Zhu Jian was the fifth emperor of the Zhu family’s empire.

Repeatedly admonished by Xu Qing, the ban on the prevalent opium in Dayan once again became the last straw that broke the Zhu family.

Those officials who proposed to Zhu Jian to legalize the drug, not criminalize those who used opium, allowing them to still participate in the imperial exams, were actually the biggest users and beneficiaries of the opium trade.

Their foolish descendants had long been infiltrated, and some officials had even turned their homes into opium dens, living in a perpetual state of intoxication.

Zhu Qian neglected state affairs and became a monk. The not-so-bright Zhu Jian forgot the ancestors’ warnings and listened to the flatteries of wicked officials, causing instability in the nation.

Now, with foreigners knocking at the gates and the remnants of the Yong Dynasty besieging the Imperial City, the entire world seemed on the brink of plunging into the flames of war.

Yet, at this critical moment, figure-like Papermen scattering paper money suddenly appeared along the Jin Sect coastal line.

In the entirety of the Jin Sect, a thick white mist suddenly spread through countless streets, and citizens who opened their doors saw fleeting figures in white clothes moving through the fog.

Those figures, taller than the walls, took giant steps, and even though it was May, everyone inside the houses could hear the wailing winds.

It was like the biting cold of mid-winter, more like a bone-chilling wind!

On the coastline, a bearded foreigner raised a spyglass and said, "The weather has changed, temporarily halt the plan, maintain the defense."

Beside him, a Western astrologer with a watch on his chest puzzledly said, "The stars show clear skies for the next half month, how could it fog as soon as we’re about to act?"

"Ha! Who knows, Mr. Miller, why don’t you return to the cabin first, I’ll have the soldiers prepare Jiliya’s fine wine, and when the weather clears..."

Before the bearded foreigner could finish, a piece of white paper money fluttered down onto his head.

Taking down the round paper money with a hole in the middle, the bearded foreigner asked in confusion, "What is this?"

Beside him, the astrologer frowned and said, "Before setting sail, I specially learned about Eastern mysticism. This should be their paper money burned for the dead, just as we offer flowers to the deceased."

"..."

The paper money for the dead is an ominous thing wherever it is placed.

But the beard foreigner, the fleet commander, didn’t mind; before their naval guns, even more paper money would turn to ashes!

It seemed to echo his thoughts; the next moment, a large amount of paper money began to drift down over the entire fleet.

On the shore, the ghostly wind howled, and the temperature visibly dropped, causing the bearded foreigner to puff out white breathes. Even confident in his own navy’s guns, he couldn’t help but murmur.

The spyglass turned towards the shore again, and this time he finally saw what was within the mist.

They were Papermen with Oriental terror features wearing veils!

The bearded foreigner scoffed, considering them as mere ornamental mechanical constructs.

"Fire!"

With a single command, the destroyers, cruisers, and gunboats sprang into action almost simultaneously.

However, it had no effect.

In front of the Paperman funeral procession, an Immortal with a Sword Box on its back used the Divine Techniques to move mountains to the coast.

The naval guns could shake cities but couldn’t pierce an entire mountain.

Above the clouds, Xu Qing grinned at the suddenly appeared Western Pope before him.

The Pope looked at Xu Qing with suspicion and said, "My followers came to preach and give aid. Why are you blocking us?"

"Preaching and aid? The Eastern civilization has existed for thousands of years; who is teaching whom here?"

The Pope’s face instantly darkened, reminding again, "The ones here to preach are my church’s disciples, not me personally. You interfere at your peril!"

Xu Qing observed coldly, "Who said I interfered? That Immortal is also a follower of my Daluo Teachings. Followers dealing with followers, that’s called fairness!"

"Just stand here and watch! Whoever can’t resist making a move first is the coward!"

"..."

How could the Pope endure this?

He immediately lifted the holy chalice, intending to stop Ascendant Fuluan’s ’evil acts’.

Seeing this, Xu Qing grinned, and the giant axe that had been waiting in his hand instantly raised.

"People do not offend me, I do not offend them."

"My territory has never been acquired by invading others, but whenever someone invades my territory, it always expands."

Xu Qing swung the axe, the Western Pope’s eyes widened, witnessing the power that didn’t belong to the mortal realm, finally awakening the deep-seated fear hidden within him.

He should never have disturbed this sleeping lion.

...

In the Capital City, at the highest point of Jing Mountain.

Zhu Jian overlooked the entire Imperial City. Aside from regret, there was a feeling of relief in his heart.

From the former emperor and former empress, to the heavenly virtue’s prosperous era, the three sagacious and wise ancestors of the Zhu family had done their utmost.

After three generations, favored by providence, the extraordinarily fortunate Zhu family finally headed towards mediocrity.

If it had been five hundred or a thousand years ago, he might still have been a ruler holding onto traditions, but now...

Zhu Jian first felt lost for a moment, then his gaze gradually became resolute, saying: "The emperor guards the nation, the king dies for the country. Though I cannot become a sage king, I can be a king of the Zhu family!"

After saying this, Zhu Jian ordered the only bodyguard by his side to tie the hanging rope, intending to follow the former emperor.

But just at that moment.

Xu Qing appeared atop Jing Mountain, crossing over the chaos in the Imperial City.

Watching the chubby boy who had just put the rope around his neck, Xu Qing seemed to see the past Zhu Huai’an.

"I was acquainted with your grandfather’s grandfather, and I can take you away alive."

Zhu Jian, seeing Xu Qing and hearing his words, was visibly stunned, then remembered something.

It turned out what his grandfather said was true; the Zhu family indeed knew an Immortal...

Zhu Jian showed a pale smile, refusing to acknowledge this connection with Xu Qing, and instead said:

"Only by dying here can I face my Zhu family ancestors and attain liberation."

"If Sir intends to save, please save the other descendants of the Zhu family. Zhu Jian would be eternally grateful!"

"In the next life, Jian will repay Sir’s kindness!"