Plotting A Game

REALIZING THAT THEY wouldn't be able to have an ordinary life within the Holy Flood Empire, Yang Lujia decided to go back to the War Dragon Sect and come back here for the plan he had laid out in his mind.

As though nothing happened, the inn's clients and the people who were originally looking at the trio in horror were chatting happily with one another. On the other hand, Yang Lujia let his two disciples cultivate. Of course, Long Guang only needed to sleep to increase his cultivation.

As he stared at his two disciples with his eyes, he sighed. Long Guang would soon surpass his senior brother. However, it shouldn't be that hard for Lin Diyu to catch up. After all, he gave him the Thanatos' Bloodline, which was actually quite extraordinary. The system wouldn't give him trash anyway.

"Let's first find where the Flaming Dragon crown prince is holding his fort," he said to himself, and disappeared from his courtyard, leaving his two disciples in their own worlds.

After flying from city to city, Yang Lujia thought of something. Firming his decision, he stared in the direction of the Holy Flood Empire. As he passed through the streets, they were still bustling with the lights and cheers of the people. On the surface, these mortals and cultivators were living happily. However, it should be noted that some, if not the majority of them, were forced to pay taxes in excess of what was legally required. After all, it was an empire. It, like any other country on Earth, requires a government to manage its people, not only in terms of safety but also of money and legal control.

According to the gossip he overheard while pretending to be an old man, there were dukes who didn't pay their share of taxes. In Earth's language, they were tax evaders. It made the mortals and other cultivators fume with anger. However, it was only to that extent that they could extend their unwillingness. In front of absolute power, everything would become meaningless.

Controlling the strings behind the scenes is what some government officials do to avoid criticism and make the citizens believe in fake news. Well, it was practically normal, particularly in the Five Realms. Strength reigns supreme here. The weak do not have the right to say anything. As long as the strong will it, they won't be able to refute it or openly refuse it.

"Hey, have you heard? The strongest sect under the Holy Flood Empire, the Ghost Fire Sect, was still thinking of opposing the whole empire. This is not good! It is said that they also have Mahayana Emperors on their side."

"That's true. They wouldn't openly oppose the empire without certainty of its strength. Perhaps, they have strong backers."

"The last thing you said was the most possible."

"Yeah, I think so, too. They're too bold to fight against the whole empire. In fact, days ago, I heard that some of the Ghost Fire Sect's disciples killed some of the royal family members."

"Yes! I also heard that a Young Duke was unexpectedly killed when he went outside to experience the world. This is scary! It has been found that his body was filled with ghost spiritual qi. Is the Ghost Fire Sect insane? Who are their backers?"

When Yang Lujia heard their conversation, his eyes glimmered with light. "It seems like the most possible resting place for the Flaming Dragon Empire's crown prince, Yan Xiao, is there. It's really more convenient when you know things like this."

"Hello, may I ask where the Ghost Fire Sect is?" Yang Lujia politely asked the people who were talking with one another. "Can you tell me, friends?" He smiled, trying to read their strange expressions.

"Hey, old man! What are you trying to plan?"

"I am just asking!"

"You old beggar, get away from here!"

"Okay," Yang Lujia flatly responded, clearly uninterested.

These people wore strange expressions again. This wasn't meant to be the script. Old man, you should be angry after we degraded your status! That was their thought.

"Never mind." Yang Lujia then confined the space and searched for their memories, his eyes penetrating the middle of their eyebrows. "So, that's it... they also... fortunately, they have seen the Holy Flood Empire's Emperor and his Left and Right Prime Ministers... this... I didn't expect my plan to work so smoothly. Perhaps, the people here didn't get properly educated and are mostly dumb-thinking creatures whose minds are only for pursuing the peak."

However, before rushing to the Ghost Fire Sect, he glanced at the main palace lightly. His eyes penetrated the walls of the palace. He even saw a Duke having an affair with a woman who looked like a princess.

After seeing the couple doing "that" thing, he retracted his gaze and almost wanted to vomit. "What the hell is wrong with them? They were doing that thing in the royal kitchen! What the fuck?" he muttered under his breath, speechless.

The surrounding men, who were freed from the constricted space, wondered why Yang Lujia suddenly vomited. What they didn't notice was Yang Lujia's vomit, which seemed to be filled with the rules of heaven and earth. They knew it should smell bad, but they were dumbfounded that it was otherwise.

Leaving them spaced out, Yang Lujia went inside the main palace and directly killed "that" couple and forced himself not to vomit again. It was just disgusting. In his previous life, he never had a girl or a woman. Not even one. He knew relationships were only going to give him headaches. Even at the moment.

On the other hand, the two couples, who were completely naked, died without knowing who killed them and how the perpetrator did it. Besides, this couple were never innocent as they usually use their power to abuse innocent people. He had seen several people like these ones. Yes, even him did this in the past. Well, except for the particularly sexual part.

Glancing in the opposite direction, he immediately found the place where the Left Minister was sleeping soundly. The room was dim. If it were not for the moon in the night sky, it would become so ghostly. From the memories of those people, he knew something about the Left Minister.

The Left Minister was actually a devil in disguise. His cultivation involved killing innocent lives in order to become stronger. He had no sympathy for those who have life. Because this was the path he chose and began.

The Slaughter Path.

Yang Lujia basically knew about these things. These paths were the specific ways a cultivator would choose in order to advance his cultivation. After reaching the Tribulation Transcending Realm, a person would be able to choose their path. For example, his disciple, Lin Diyu, took the Blood Path, otherwise known as the Path of Terror or Path of Slaughter like the minister's. Once he grew up strong, every creature would tremble under his feet.

On the other hand, Long Guang, although he was only a ten-year-old child, or technically only a month or two old, knew far better than anyone else about cultivation. His insights were more valuable than some old monsters in the Tribulation Transcending Realm or even those in the Mahayana Emperor Realm.

Long Guang chose the Dominance Path. His posture, his eyes, everything about him could make anyone shiver and bow their head.

Dominance.

It is the path that most dragons would choose. Due to their proud nature, it was only right for Long Guang to take this path.

However, on the one hand, Yang Lujia really didn't know anything about his path.

Sooner, Yang Lujia tapped the forehead of the Left Minister. A gentle spiritual qi invaded the Left Minister's soul. Before he could even shout, his soul couldn't move. It was as though the space was being squeezed towards his soul. Feeling this, he felt terror, and the gentle qi continued to restrict him from moving.

"This qi is so strong... no, it's trying to control me..."

Yang Lujia, on the contrary, smiled gloriously. "Now, let the game begin..."