Simultaneous Transmigration: From Japanese Comics to American Comics, a Powerful Attack

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"Listen to me first."

Chu Yang knew what they were worried about. Humanity's hope of turning the tide rested entirely on him, so naturally they were reluctant to let him risk his life.

“I’m not going right away; I won’t set off until the south is pacified.”

Chu Yang laughed and said, "I still have a lot of things to do. Even if you begged me to go now, I couldn't get away."

Zheng Dongliu and Zhuge Zhengwo exchanged a glance. Fearing that further persuasion might backfire, they naturally moved on from the topic. As long as Chu Yang wasn't in a hurry to leave, they were confident they could persuade him to change his mind.

"What could be troubling Your Majesty?" Zhuge Zhengwo quickly changed the subject. "Why don't you tell this old minister?"

Chu Yang said, "I talked to General Qi last time. We usually use the corpses of the demon race to make weapons and armor, and discard the rest of the flesh and blood. I'm thinking about how to make this useless flesh and blood valuable."

"In this way, the world will be bustling with activity, all driven by profit, and the sects in the martial arts world will work even harder to kill demons, helping General Qi and his men relieve their pressure."

Zhuge Zheng thought Chu Yang was up to something, but suddenly realized that he was still too young to be an emperor. People had already tried to get their hands on the demon race's flesh and blood, but the results were not good.

The flesh and blood of demons contain extremely violent demonic power. Ordinary people will be affected if they come into contact with it, let alone if they eat it. No matter how strong a martial artist is, the moment they devour demon flesh, their true essence will clash with the demonic power.

Dry wood, raging fire, and a ton of oil—even the King of Heaven himself would explode!

Another point is that eating demons is one thing, but how can one bring oneself to eat those powerful demons that have transformed into human form?

Zheng Dongliu said with a wry smile, "If Your Majesty wants to make a fuss about demon flesh, I advise Your Majesty to give up."

Chu Yang had anticipated their reactions. When faced with the unknown, people tend to become biased, habitually using their own knowledge as an absolute benchmark, and harboring a certain degree of resistance to new things.

Although people had tried eating demon flesh before, it was a new thing that was both strange and familiar to Zhuge Zhengwo and Zheng Dongliu.

"Your reactions are similar to General Qi's. Can you let me finish what I have to say?"

Chu Yang shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm not going to eat it directly, but use it to refine pills. I'll use the art of pill refining to neutralize the demonic power in the flesh and blood of the demon race and turn it into true essence and spiritual energy that can be used by the human race."

Zhuge Zheng was not surprised, but rather had an expression that said, "I expected this all along." He said, "There are many people with extraordinary talents in Buddhism and Taoism. What you can think of, they can naturally think of as well."

"Whether you use cinnabar, arsenic, lead oxide, silver amalgam, or other similar substances, the effect is the same!"

"It simply cannot dispel the demonic power within the flesh and blood!"

Chu Yang was speechless.

What you're talking about has absolutely nothing to do with alchemy. That's what you're refining—compounds. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were making explosives by hand.

"The alchemy technique you're talking about isn't the same as mine. You'll find out once I'm done with it. Don't try to take it from me then."

Chu Yang was too lazy to explain to them any further. Cultivating immortality was still too advanced for Zhuge Zhengwo and his group.

Moreover, his alchemy methods not only incorporated the alchemy techniques of the Shu Mountain Sect, but also integrated the potion-making science of the magical world, making it a true fusion of East and West.

Zhuge Zhengwo and Zheng Dongliu hesitated, looking at Chu Yang who was making a firm vow, and they didn't want to say anything sarcastic or hurtful.

grab?

Your Majesty, once you've mastered that thing, it'll be very difficult to give it away.

Without the two needing to say anything more, Chu Yang could tell what they were thinking just by looking at their expressions. So he waved his sleeve and left alone, determined to refine the pills in the next few days!

Zheng Dongliu quickly chased after him and escorted Chu Yang back to the Forbidden City.

Only Zhuge Zhengwo and Duan Tianya remained in the main hall, the latter having kept his head down and remained silent since the beginning.

Zhuge Zhengwo glanced at him and said, "Just say what you have to say, don't beat around the bush."

Duan Tianya took a deep breath and said, "My lord, I plan to leave the Dragon Guard Manor for a while to find Guihai Yidao."

Zhuge Zhengwo frowned and said, "Why are we looking for him? He's no longer a member of the Dragon Guard Manor."

Duan Tianya had no choice but to repeat what Chu Yang had told him.

"The Three Blades of Avici Hell? That kind of sword technique actually exists..." Zhuge Zhengwo looked at Duan Tianya in astonishment, "Did His Majesty really tell you that the Returning Sea Blade carries the risk of demonic possession?"

Duan Tianya nodded and said, "It is absolutely true. I can only ask that Your Excellency give me some time to save Yidao."

“Since that’s the case, then you may go,” Zhuge Zhengwo said, looking at the loyal and righteous Duan Tianya. He couldn’t think of a reason to refuse, so he pondered for a moment and said, “On the way, please invite Master Yun Que of Yichan Temple. Just say that I sent you.”

"Yichan Temple is a secluded temple that does not receive incense offerings. Its abbot, Master Yun Que, is a Vajra in Buddhism. His Mingxin Mantra is skilled at subduing inner demons and has helped many constables from the Divine Marquis's Mansion."

Duan Tianya clasped his hands in gratitude and bowed, saying, "Thank you, Lord Marquis. If this journey goes well, I will certainly repay you."

Zhuge Zhengwo waved his hand, "There's no need to talk about repayment anymore. I only hope that you know how to protect yourself when things are hopeless. The Dragon Guard Manor needs you, and His Majesty needs you even more."

"I understand!" Duan Tianya nodded solemnly. After obtaining the exact location of Yichan Temple from Zhuge Zhengwo, he left Hulong Manor without stopping and headed straight for Yichan Temple.

And the other side.

Chu Yang and Zheng Dongliu still chose to ride back to the capital, but instead of taking the same route, they took a detour. After all, they had made quite a splash yesterday, and it wasn't appropriate to do it again.

Passing by a mansion, Zheng Dongliu suddenly stopped. Chu Yang turned around and found him looking on with a sigh.

The mansion was dilapidated; the plaque had been smashed and broken into several pieces, but the character "严" could still be vaguely seen.

Yanfu.

The former residence of Yan Song, the Grand Secretary.

"Times have changed, and I never imagined that the head of the civil service would end up like this..."

Zheng Dongliu sighed deeply. He had always despised Yan Song, such a treacherous minister, but at this moment, he inexplicably felt a sense of impending doom.

Perhaps one day, he will suffer the same fate because of something.

Throughout history, there have been countless examples of loyal ministers and upright officials who did not meet a good end.

“Lord Zheng, although I am unreliable, I still have good eyesight and have not stooped to the point of wrongly killing loyal and virtuous people, so you don’t need to worry.”

A sly smile flashed in Chu Yang's eyes as he deliberately teased him.

"Wei Chen dare not."

Zheng Dongliu hurriedly dismounted and was about to kneel down when Chu Yang lifted him up with one hand.

"Look at you, we've known each other for a while now, you should be able to tell the difference between a joke and a joke, right?"

Chu Yang looked at this somewhat blindly loyal commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and, to be honest, felt quite helpless. The other party was the old-fashioned type that he disliked the most, and was usually very rigid and inflexible.

Li Gexiao's first half of life was influenced by him; he had a terrible temper, as bad as a rock in a latrine, and couldn't tolerate the slightest injustice.

That being said, this kind of personality is most suitable for being a member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard; one must be tough enough when facing power.

"What happened to Yan Song?"

Since the day he kicked Yan Song out of the position of Grand Secretary, Chu Yang had stopped paying attention to him and entrusted the matter to Li Gexiao.

Zheng Dongliu recounted, "Yan Song was stripped of his official hat by you and should have gone home to enjoy his retirement. Who would have thought that he would be blocked on the road by refugees not long after leaving the city gate?"

"The displaced people hate Yan Song to the bone; it's no exaggeration to say they are irreconcilable enemies. During his years as Grand Secretary, he embezzled countless disaster relief funds, causing many families to be ruined and people to die."

"The common people knew this all along, so when they heard the news of his retirement, they couldn't wait to seek revenge. Usually, high-ranking officials like him would hire bodyguards."

"But nobody in the entire martial arts world is willing to take his job..."

"At first, those refugees, blinded by rage, simply surrounded Yan Song and did nothing out of line. But Yan Song didn't treat them like human beings and said things he shouldn't have, thus needlessly losing his own lives."

"According to the constables who arrived at the scene later, Yan Song was eaten alive by refugees, and his body was not intact."

"Your Majesty, you see, if people are driven to the brink... they will even eat each other."

Chu Yang's gaze fell once more on the dilapidated "Yan Mansion," and he sighed, "Which is more terrifying: humans eating humans or demons eating humans? I suppose the former is more terrifying..."

"As long as humanity strives forward, and we are not afraid to die, the era of demons eating humans will end sooner or later. But what about humans eating humans?" Zheng Dongliu said blankly, "Day after day, year after year..."

Chapter 210 Your Majesty, please calm down! Testing the medicine!

There's something really interesting about this whole thing.

That's why Yan Song happened to encounter the refugees.

This is the capital city, not a county town. Even if the 800,000 Imperial Guards are not here, there are still tens of thousands of yamen runners. The number of constables from the Six Doors and the Divine Marquis's Mansion is even greater than the number of yamen runners.

According to the precedent set before Chu Yang ascended the throne, once the refugees approached, they would be driven away. How could they just happen to be waiting on Yan Song's way out of the capital?

Zheng Dongliu didn't elaborate, and Chu Yang wasn't interested in asking further. He only knew that from now on, Li Gexiao was qualified to let go of everything and start over.

"Such good news, I should have had a drink with him. This guy didn't even mention it to me."

"Your Majesty has just ascended the throne and has many state affairs to attend to. It is only natural that I would not dare to disturb you."

"Lord Zheng is joking. It's best to leave state affairs to Zhang Juzheng and his team. If I were to take charge, the country might become even more chaotic."

"Your Majesty is a man of great wisdom; please do not underestimate yourself."

"Haha, you've been quite adept at flattery these past few days. What's going on? Did you consult Cao Zhengchun in private?"

“Every word I uttered came from the bottom of my heart.”

"Hmm...that sounds more like Cao Zhengchun's way of putting it."

The two looked at each other, smiled, and continued on their way.

"Speaking of Li Gexiao, what are his plans now? Has he considered returning to the Embroidered Uniform Guard?"

"I spoke with him about this once. He said he was still willing to serve the country and its people, but he did not want to return to the Embroidered Uniform Guard."

Li Gexiao's requirements were simple: he did not want to be bound by any form of constraint. He was tired of the rigid rules and regulations of officialdom and had had enough of the oppression of power.