Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 402 - 301: Yi Taoist, an Army of One, Fights the Rakshasa King!
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"Bei Xu! Where has Mr. Bei gone? Everyone, search for him! Search!" The angry roar of the wild boar-headed Crown Prince resounded within the King’s residence as he furiously swept the books and sundries from the table to the floor.
What he did not know was that in the current Rakshasa Kingdom, there was no longer a Mr. Bei Xu. There were only double-faced nobles, the Yi Taoist.
Now that the fuse of the explosion had been ignited, Yi Chen naturally would not accompany that wild boar-headed Crown Prince in the King’s residence any longer. He only wanted to watch the drama unfold.
Tongfu Inn.
Yi Chen pushed open the window. Outside, the noise of the crowd was deafening. They were the unfortunate souls who had heavily invested in the King, and they were also small kegs of gunpowder.
It must be said, Yi Chen greatly admired the King’s executive ability; the man was truly capable.
He had originally thought it would take at least twenty days to stir up the momentum. However, the excellent performance of the King’s team far exceeded Yi Chen’s expectations; they had completed the task in half the projected time.
Time and again, it has been proven how terrifying a competent fool can be.
Of course, the situation had progressed so swiftly partly because Yi Chen had played a role in fuelling the fire.
As the chief architect behind the scenario, with Yi Chen’s guidance, the King’s pattern had swiftly unfolded. To defend from external threats, one must first secure internal stability. In order to thoroughly eliminate his ’good brothers’ coveting the throne under his backside, the King and the first noble of the double-faced nobility, the Huan family, reached a covert agreement.
The two families joined hands to ’harvest the leeks.’
The Huan family led the investment, serving as the icebreaker, followed by other families, and finally, the profits were shared proportionally. This was what created the current grand momentum.
Unfortunately, all of this turned into bubbles with Yi Chen’s actions last night.
Now, the pit the King had to fill was not just the part destroyed by Yi Chen; even the previously dispersed costs, both overt and covert, had to be factored in.
"Make noise, cause chaos."
"Without great destruction, there can be no great order."
Gazing at the bustling crowd outside the window, Yi Chen’s eyes held a trace of indifference. His gaze shifted upwards, looking into the distance at the area where the officials and nobles of the Rakshasa Kingdom’s Imperial Capital lived.
The real storm was always silent.
These great families, you cannot necessarily expect their sugar to be sweet.
But if you ask them to make vinegar, it could sour a man to death.
"Heh heh, Rakshasa King, with the power of the Purple Command and achievements comparable to an early-stage cultivator in the Dao of Severance, will you admit defeat? Let the noble clans clash with the royal authority and see what they are truly made of."
"Unleash your anger, fight it out, and let Hongdong City be filled with those who should die but have not yet met their end, filled to the brim, ha ha!"
*Snap!*
Yi Chen flicked his sleeve and closed the window, and the entire room was plunged into darkness.
The fermentation of events had only just begun; no need to rush, let the bullets fly for a while.
This night, a forbidden book titled "Dragon’s Counterpart" began to be quietly circulated in the shadows within Hongdong City.
Three days later.
The Imperial Capital of the Rakshasa Kingdom was in turmoil, with security deteriorating rapidly and looting incidents emerging incessantly. Even the royal merchants’ shops were brazenly robbed, and memorials flooded in like snowflakes. Enjoy exclusive content from novelbuddy
It has always been the big fish eating the small fish, and the small fish eating shrimp.
Wasn’t the small fish, after suffering heavy losses, going to turn on the shrimp and herons by splitting their flesh and scraping off their oil?
With the book "Dragon’s Counterpart," many ambitious schemers saw their opportunities broaden, and numerous shady techniques started sprouting up like bamboo shoots after the rain.
Among them, the most widely spread was the introduction of gambling and lottery methods.
Simple and brutal!
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Nuan Yun Pavilion.
The Rakshasa King, with a calm expression, flipped through the heap of information in front of him, unfazed.
He was a middle-aged man dressed in a black and gold imperial robe and wearing a crown, with sharp, triangular eyes, high cheekbones, thin lips, and a long, slender neck.
At this moment, the King, trembling with fear, knelt in the hall, pleading guilty.
"This mess you’ve created, I’ve given you three days. Have you figured out how to deal with it?" After finishing the last report, a fierce wind blew as the Rakshasa King’s neck unexpectedly stretched out, extending more than ten meters, and approached the King.
"Father… Father, my thought is to temporarily fill the shortfalls of the top three families ranked first, and for the rest, delay if possible. As long as those top three families are stable, the Rakshasa Kingdom cannot be overturned."
The King gritted his teeth and finally presented the plan he and his advisers had discussed at length.
It was a method of cutting flesh to mend wounds.
However, the ’flesh’ he intended to cut was obviously expected to come from the tight purse strings of the Rakshasa King, with the royal family making up the difference.
"Eh, Crown Prince, when your father’s achievements are complete and I leave the Rakshasa Kingdom, how will you deter those demons and gods within it?"
"Remember, a king is never wrong and cannot be wrong."
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"As a ruler, there’s no reason to cut one’s own flesh to mend someone else’s wounds."
"The tactics you’ve employed have not been greatly mistaken. In fact, one could even say they were quite elegant. The crux of the issue lies entirely with the mysterious Bei Xu. Have you considered which power that man, and the one who detonated the warehouse, actually belong to?"
"This… I have investigated for a long time and genuinely do not know how that person behind the scenes managed it."
"Think again; this is your last chance." A hint of disappointment flashed in the Rakshasa King’s triangular eyes as he shook his neck and it retracted back to its original place.
Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on the King’s forehead. He understood that if his answer did not satisfy his father, his time as the Crown Prince was over.
At that moment, a thought suddenly broke into the King’s mind.
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