Chapter 62: Every Person Like a Dragon-Eu Sou Imortal no Mundo Xianxia(Gu Xiayang)

"Senior, when are you going to take me out of here?" Zheng Sanfa asked in a low voice.

"I grant you a sliver of magical power, go out yourself." Qin Yuan transferred a wisp—how could it be anything more—of magical power into Zheng Sanfa's body.

At the same time, he tossed him a pouch of silver.

Zheng Sanfa’s body trembled, and with a face full of joy, he muttered a "thank you."

He then rushed out of the prison cell, which Qin Yuan had already opened.

Passing by the supervisor's cell, he didn't even pause.

Truly a loyal fellow.

A bizarre smile suddenly flashed across Qin Yuan's face.

After successfully escaping the prison and running for a short while, Zheng Sanfa realized something was wrong: the magical power given by the senior had run out.

"Senior? Senior, are you still there?"

No one answered.

Zheng Sanfa tightened his grip around the pouch of silver, carefully hugging the side of the street as he walked.

For him right now, the most dangerous thing was not the Great Unity Army, but the ordinary people struggling at the very bottom of society just to survive.

The night wind was a bit chilly, raising goosebumps all over Zheng Sanfa's skin.

The surrounding pitch-black darkness filled him with a sense of dread.

He despised all these feelings.

Suddenly, a few beggars with eyes glowing green from hunger walked straight toward him.

Speak of the devil... Zheng Sanfa's expression changed, and he turned to walk away.

"Stop right there!"

The beggars rushed forward like starved wolves. During the scuffle with Zheng Sanfa, the pouch was torn open, and silver spilled all over the ground.

"It's silver!"

The beggars' eyes turned red, and they hurriedly scrambled to pick up the silver.

Zheng Sanfa now had nothing left; without any money on him, he wouldn't survive at all.

Subconsciously, he tried to stop them.

And immediately received a punch to the face.

Zheng Sanfa had always been a man of fiery temperament, so he immediately retaliated.

This enraged the beggars.

"Damn your mother, you dare fight back?"

Because Zheng Sanfa was fond of saying "damn your mother," that phrase had become the favorite catchphrase of the capital's residents.

Hearing the familiar phrase, Zheng Sanfa felt only bitterness in his heart.

In the past, he was always the one cursing others.

The bitterness lasted for less than two breaths before it was replaced by pain.

The beggars beat Zheng Sanfa furiously, like madmen.

Pity the grand Grand Commandant, once a mighty figure who ruled the realm.

Now being beaten and spat upon by three beggars.

After a good while, the beggars grew tired of beating him. Cursing and swearing with the silver in hand, they had only walked a few steps when one of them turned back.

"Why are you going back?"

"I'm going to ravish someone."

Hearing this, the other beggars grew interested as well.

***

Long after, a bruised and battered Zheng Sanfa struggled to crawl up from the ground.

With a face full of grief and indignation, he leaned against a wall and staggered toward the nearby slums.

Once he recovered his cultivation base, he was going to blast these damned beggars into minced—

Thud!

Zheng Sanfa passed out.

"Everyone knows Lord Xiang would even deceive a moron."

On a completed painting, Qin Yuan inscribed a line of small characters: *The beggars indulge the Grand Commandant.*

He then sent Zheng Sanfa right back into his prison cell.

Talk about a midnight nightmare trip.

Three days later.

The sky was clear and boundless, a rare and fine day.

On the open ground outside the Grand Commandant's Mansion, over one hundred thousand citizens had gathered as if for a grand festival.

Had the venue been larger, even more people would have come.

Amidst a wave of commotion, two prison carts, one trailing the other, slowly rolled into view.

Although the carts were already smeared with feces, clumps of dirt, stones, and spit, and people kept throwing things at them—though not eggs or rotten vegetable leaves, since those were too precious to waste as food, as people didn't even have enough to eat themselves.

It took a long time for the prison carts to finally reach the foot of the guillotine.

Soldiers of the Great Unity Army opened the carts, dragged the two prisoners out, and led them to the execution blade.

Zheng Sanfa raised his head to look at the furious crowd, still somewhat bewildered.

Didn't I walk out last night?

Could it be that it was all just a dream?

At that moment, Lin Dongze walked out of the Grand Commandant's Mansion with a smile.

After striving for so many years, he had finally achieved his wish.

"My wife, did you see this?"

Lin Dongze’s wife had died in battle during the early days of his uprising.

Her loss had always remained a pain in his heart.

"Lin Dongze!"

...

The crowd erupted into earth-shattering cheers.

Lin Dongze waited for a moment until the crowd quieted down somewhat. Channeling his divine sense, he said, "This great war caused me to grow a single white strand of hair."

This prompted roars of laughter from the people.

Anyone could tell from those words alone that this man was not one of those previous bastards.

"Ever since the Hun Dynasty fell, the realm has gone through three sets of rulers in total. They were, respectively: bastards, beasts, and brutes."

Lin Dongze's words struck a deep chord with everyone present.

Over the years, the common folk had been thoroughly tormented and cheated.

First came the worm cultivators who devoured all the food like locusts, then the demon cultivators who ate human flesh, and finally the fangshi who used people's souls as magic weapon spirits.

"But I, Lin Dongze, am no bastard, no beast, and no brute."

Lin Dongze's unique style of speaking made the atmosphere at the scene even better.

Many people excitedly shouted Lin Dongze's name.

"Zheng Sanfa's crimes are too numerous to recount. Let the execution begin."

With Lin Dongze's final words falling, the suspended blade plummeted swiftly.

*Splat.* The thoroughly heinous Zheng Sanfa was decapitated.

Perishing alongside him was the supervisor, whose innumerable crimes were impossible to fully record.

The crowd erupted into heartfelt cheers.

After being tormented by these two scoundrels for so many years, they had finally gotten their revenge.

Many people began to cry tears of joy as they cheered.

Their emotion soon infected thousands upon thousands of others.

An onlooker might have thought they were mourning for Zheng Sanfa and the supervisor.

Qin Yuan, also standing amidst the crowd, saw flashes in his mind: Nong Difei, whose entire family had been destroyed in body and soul; Old Sun Dian, who had died the previous year when his old wounds flared up and his Dao platform collapsed; and many other familiar and unfamiliar faces.

"All those events are now things of the past."

Qin Yuan finally summarized it with a single phrase.

Lin Dongze walked up to the high platform and shouted to the crowd, "There has never been any Chosen One; we must rely only on ourselves."

"Rely on ourselves!"

The crowd let out thunderous roars.

Pure white power of faith gathered above everyone like a vast ocean.

This would have been unimaginable in the past.

"Times are different now. To prevent another Zheng Sanfa, another Wei Ting, or another Duan Hu from appearing in the future, everyone must remember one more sentence."

Lin Dongze swept his gaze across the crowd, broadcasting his divine sense as far as possible: "Whenever there is a supreme expert in the world, let everyone rise up and attack them together."

"Whenever there is a supreme expert in the world, let everyone rise up and attack them together."

...

Qin Yuan shouted along with the over one hundred thousand people.

At first hearing, this sentence sounded somewhat puzzling.

Yet upon careful thought, it went straight to the core of the matter.

As long as there was no single supreme individual, the situation where everyone else served as mere fish on the chopping board would never recur.

To a certain extent, this would also prevent everyone from frantically over-competing to the death.

Suddenly, Qin Yuan's handsome face stiffened.

Would this eventually end up with *him* being attacked by everyone else?

In this world, the one who laughed last might very well be himself.

Soon, Qin Yuan smiled.

As long as he kept a low profile and didn't stand out, no one would ever know he was the strongest person in the world.

Even taking a step back, whether the world died first or he died first was still up for debate.

At that moment, Lin Dongze's voice rang out once more: "To achieve this, one must possess strength. And where does strength come from? The power of faith. The power of faith comes from two sources: conviction and divine sense. Through cultivation, human beings can raise the upper limit of the power of faith. Some may find it strange, thinking that no matter how much it is raised, an individual's limit remains finite. But do not forget—the collective has no upper limit! Later on, I shall have all cultivation techniques printed out, striving to ensure every single person gets a copy."

This time, the people at the scene went completely wild.

This was something that had never happened before in history.

Had the soldiers of the Great Unity Army not been holding them back, some people would have already rushed onto the stage to toss Lin Dongze up into the air in celebration.

Lin Dongze was truly aiming to make everyone a dragon among men.

Qin Yuan thought to himself.