Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 636 - 561 King Yan Presents a Bell, From Darkness to Light

Chapter 636: Chapter 561 King Yan Presents a Bell, From Darkness to Light

When the crisis erupted,

Yanshan Monarch, who had just made a fortune and hadn’t attended court for several days, was seeking pleasure in Chengjun Hall, which had once been dedicated to Great Yan’s Scholar Saint but now had been turned into a brothel.

He was carrying with him exquisite porcelain from Great Yan, glazed lamps, silk brocades, and specially made hand cannons for the enjoyment of the powerful...

There was even a precision machine called a "clock" made by skilled craftsmen.

Without the need for the Power of the Nine Soldiers Star Official, he could accurately measure the passage of time down to one-ninth of a moment!

It was said to be a limited-edition creation by suppliers, gifted to each of their big clients.

There was only one in the whole Tanhuan, and Yanshan Monarch cherished it so much that he took it everywhere.

"What a fine thing, truly a splendid thing!"

Although in the past the resources of a whole nation were used to support one family, and Yanshan Monarch’s life had been lavish even though Tanhuan was far less rich than Great Yan,

the productivity back then was really too backward—both in quantity and quality it was hard to satisfy the needs of such top elites.

It wasn’t until these past few months when he became part of Great Yan’s distribution system that he truly experienced the thrill of having a great abundance of materials to squander.

Suddenly.

Bang!

A servant who hurriedly ran past the pavilion fell at the sound, barely letting out a stifled scream before collapsing completely in the rain.

Yanshan Monarch, who was nonchalantly fondling a beautiful oiran, blew a whiff of gunsmoke from the barrel, then sighed:

"In this age of great strife, ’Daoist Soldiers’ can’t expand quickly, only a large-scale Firearms Camp can continue to grow.

Plus, the materials consumed by the Firearms Camp are a hundred times cheaper than those of Daoist Soldiers."

"When will Tanhuan, with its long heritage, be able to produce its own fine Firearms and these marvellously crafted clocks?"

As the malignant thoughts and black mud swept across the coast of the East Sea, Yanshan Monarch, who had always been capricious with his ’Innate Evil’, became even more tyrannical.

However, this carelessness of killing a person while laughing and talking still made the close officials serving by his side twitch nervously.

They hastily consoled:

"Your Majesty, our Tanhuan has a vast territory and abundant resources, and a long and profound culture.

It was our ancestors who nourished the Turbid River Civilization that originated Red County Shenzhou, even the great enterprise of the Flame People was established by our ancestors.

Tanhuan invented medicine and printing, even the famed Poet Immortal was one of our countrymen.

The legitimate Daoist lineage of Red County Shenzhou truly resides within Tanhuan.

Tanhuan’s contributions to the Human Dao are immense, and you are the lord of Tanhuan, undoubtedly the preordained lord of Divine Land in the future."

"With your Majesty’s noble aspirations, and now with this supreme tool for amassing wealth, re-entering the Central Plains is just around the corner.

When the Great Yan Warlords are exhausted from killing each other, our elite troops can take advantage of the situation and break into the Central Plains.

To take all of Great Yan’s women, wealth, and craftsmen, and to restore the great cause of our ancestor, Lord Tan!

May our king live forever, forever and ever!"

Hearing this, Yanshan Monarch couldn’t help but laugh heartily, evidently deeply agreeing with his close official’s words.

In fact, it was also a technique to "fool the people", by continually instilling the wrong notions, making the citizens firmly believe that this is correct, achieving cultural identification and unifying thought.

Subsequently, Tanhuan in the sea of the human collective unconscious would naturally isolate itself from the colossal entity that is Great Yan, preventing easy assimilation by this giant.

However, as they were drinking, frolicking with courtesans, and indulging in dreams of a bright future,

the door was suddenly burst open, and the pale-faced Minister of Revenue Park Shunji, ignoring Yanshan Monarch’s order not to be disturbed, stumbled and rolled in.

Before his lord could get angry, he hoarsely wailed:

"Your Majesty, it’s collapsed! Our Treasure Banknotes, plunging again and again, have completely collapsed today!

The Mages of the three paths of the Slanderous Spell and all the Bone Grade Nobles across the nation have suffered grave losses!"

Yanshan Monarch, in disbelief, grabbed him by the collar and bellowed:

"What are you saying? Why did it collapse?

Why didn’t you come to inform me earlier, you old cur, I will have your head!"

Completely forgetting that he himself had issued an edict to execute anyone who disturbed his enjoyment.

At this moment, his vision suddenly went dark, blood began to trickle from the corners of his mouth, and wisps of visible black smoke even emerged from his body.

The onlookers recoiled in fear.

To advance to the pinnacle of Martial Saint through Military Skill cultivation, one inevitably needed the aid of Human Willpower or Dragon Energy.

Unlike Red County Shenzhou’s ’Mountain and River Country Formation’, which is bound to every sentient being within its borders, Tanhuan’s people’s heart only encompassed the various Bone Grade Nobles.

If he could lead everybody to drink, feast, and get rich together, he would naturally succeed in whatever he set out to do.

But now, as countless beneficiaries’ baselines collapsed under the demise of the Treasure Banknote system,

at first they scoffed at the common folk as worthless weeds, unaware they were being drained of their wealth.

Now, they finally realized they were just another dish on someone else’s dining table, and in just a short span of ten days or so, they were sucked dry to the bone.

This was similar to the big fish eating the little fish and the little fish eating the shrimp, as well as the Sects, Weird, Heavenly Officials layers preying upon each other, all showing a similar ingenious strategy.

The joy they once had from plundering the commoners and making a huge fortune turned entirely into boundless hatred.

Not knowing who had laid this deadly trap, they could only pour this venomous hate onto the head of Yanshan Monarch.

Even without deliberately Casting the ’Gaya Traveling God Skill,’ it was rare for the three veins, the Martial Saint Mages of Zhifeng, Qingzhuang Manor, and all Slanderous Masters to reach a consensus.