Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world

These Yellow Turban members glared, their eyes filled with rage.

If the Great Virtuous Teacher were to truly meet with misfortune, they would not hesitate to tear down the yamen.

If Qiu Zhuo was truly involved with the assassin, even accepting bribes, then this dog official's life would be over.

Their pent-up anger transformed into furious roars, scaring Qiu Zhuo so badly that he almost fell to the ground.

At this moment, Qiu Zhuo wanted to cry but had no tears.

He never would have imagined that since the Yang family's arrival, he thought he would be promoted step by step.

But who knew that one disaster after another would come!

Qiu Zhuo trembled, lowering his posture and pleading towards Liang Jin.

He already understood that Liang Jin would never give up until he achieved his goal, having brought so many people to cause trouble.

Liang Jin slightly raised his hand.

Miao Yuanzheng behind him immediately handed the nine-section bamboo staff into Liang Jin's palm.

Liang Jin held the staff and fiercely swept it towards Qiu Zhuo.

"Whoosh!"

The bamboo staff created a whistling sound as it flew through the air, instantly knocking off Qiu Zhuo's official hat.

Qiu Zhuo thought Liang Jin wanted his life, and his legs weakened in fear, kneeling on the ground.

Liang Jin then used the bamboo staff to tap Qiu Zhuo's crown, saying in a deep voice:

"Qiu Zhuo, stripped of your black gauze hat and official robes, you are nothing more than a vulgar mortal with a leather sack full of filth."

"Only by converting to the Yellow Heaven can you wash away your sins and impurities."

"Are you willing to enter the Way?"

The bamboo staff seemed to possess the force of a thousand jun, forcing Qiu Zhuo to kneel obediently.

Liang Jin leaned forward slightly, his eyes burning, staring at Qiu Zhuo with a posture full of oppression.

He was also telling Qiu Zhuo that this was his last chance.

Qiu Zhuo was still somewhat useful, so he was given this opportunity.

Qiu Zhuo's heart trembled violently.

He was an official appointed by the imperial court!

If he truly joined the Way of Peace, then he would never be able to shake off this stigma in his lifetime.

Unless the Way of Peace could become the state religion of the Great Qian Dynasty in the future.

Even if it wasn't the state religion, it would at least have to be a major religion like Buddhism or Taoism.

Throughout history, there had been no shortage of emperors, civil officials, and military generals who converted to Buddhism or Taoism.

But the Way of Peace was just a county-level sect, seemingly a branch of Taoism, but it had not been recognized by the imperial court.

If Qiu Zhuo converted to the Way of Peace, which was not recognized by the imperial court, then his path to promotion would be completely blocked.

Furthermore, his governance and jurisdiction over Taiyang County would be subject to interference from the Way of Peace.

He, the magistrate of this county, would be no different from a puppet.

But…

Qiu Zhuo's gaze turned to the countless Yellow Turban members around him.

Among them were people from all walks of life in Taiyang County, and even the yamen and city defense army had numerous members who had joined the Way.

Now, the Way of Peace was spreading to other counties, and it seemed that it would soon develop to a new peak.

Qiu Zhuo had no power to stop it.

Even if he didn't join the Way of Peace, he couldn't change the fate of being stripped of his power.

Especially if he refused.

Then Qiu Zhuo had no doubt that he would not survive.

The Great Virtuous Teacher already knew that Yang Jingye was the mastermind behind the assassination, and Yang Jingye was Qiu Zhuo's guest of honor.

How could Qiu Zhuo escape responsibility for this matter?

If Qiu Zhuo didn't still have a place to be used, he would have died long ago.

If Qiu Zhuo refused at this time, it would be tantamount to publicly rejecting the Great Virtuous Teacher's face, standing on his opposite side, and completely tearing apart the relationship with the Way of Peace.

When that time came.

Not only would he die.

His entire family would not be able to escape!

Officialdom? Life?

At this moment, it didn't seem difficult to choose.

In the end, Qiu Zhuo sighed sadly, his entire person weak and powerless as he replied:

"I… I enter the Way."

Liang Jin contentedly retracted the bamboo staff.

A Yellow Turban member brought a bowl of talisman water, and Qiu Zhuo had no choice but to take it and drink it all.

Following that was a series of initiation rituals.

Finally, Liang Jin instructed:

"Qiu Zhuo, now that you have entered the Way, you must live and die with the Way of Peace."

"Now the Yang family intends to destroy the Way of Peace, you should write an official memorial, stating the Yang family's rebellion."

"And the county yamen must immediately issue a wanted notice, wanted all members of the Yang family, and investigate and confiscate all Yang family assets in Taiyang County, collecting all evidence of the Yang family's crimes from the people."

Qiu Zhuo could only salute and answer obediently.

Although he feared the Yang family's revenge, he could only protect his own life for now.

Afterwards, Liang Jin shouted loudly to the crowd of believers:

"Pass down the order, let all members of the Way of Peace in each county and prefecture jointly destroy the Yang family's industries."

"I want to make it so that the Yang family's business can no longer be done within Qing Province!"

"I want the Yang family to pay the price for their evil deeds!"

The Yellow Turban members heard this and shouted in unison.

Their shouts rose and fell, continuous and endless.

Miao Yuanzheng was still holding an umbrella for Liang Jin.

He looked at Liang Jin's back, feeling deep awe.

Ever since the ambush in the narrow alley, Liang Jin had vowed to take revenge on Yang Jingye.

Miao Yuanzheng initially thought that there was no way Liang Jin could do it!

A fifth-rank expert like Bao Chao was definitely not a joke.

However.

Now, Miao Yuanzheng had received news from the county yamen—

Yang Jingye was dead, and Bao Chao was also dead!

They died at the hands of an expert of unknown origin.

Where this expert came from, Miao Yuanzheng did not know.

Some said it was Gui Yi Sect.

But Miao Yuanzheng knew it was not.

He had followed Liang Jin around outside the county yamen, and then the assassination in the yamen happened.

Throughout the entire process, he did not see how the mysterious expert appeared, nor did he see how the mysterious expert disappeared.

This even made Miao Yuanzheng once suspect that this Great Virtuous Teacher could really summon Yellow Turban Warriors to descend and punish evildoers?

And now, a county magistrate had converted to the Way of Peace.

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In the future, Miao Yuanzheng believed that more county magistrates would convert, even prefects, and even more great officials would convert.

Miao Yuanzheng believed that Liang Jin could do it!

The Yang family had provoked Liang Jin, and they were destined to bring about their own destruction!

Miao Yuanzheng raised his head.

The rain was still falling.

This rain would not stop so easily, and it would definitely get heavier and heavier.

The sky that was revealed after the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed would definitely be the Yellow Heaven.

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Imperial Palace.

Zongwu Manor.

Inside the dark room, even the light seemed to be isolated outside.

A gaunt old eunuch with graying hair held a candle and walked in front.

Even in broad daylight, lighting was still needed here.

Zhao Bao followed respectfully behind.

But his heart was full of doubts, why didn't Eunuch Cao Xian Cao open the windows of his room during the day?

At this time.

The old eunuch spoke:

"Zhao Bao, you have a good heart."

"Ever since I drank the medicinal soup you brought, my decade-long lung disease has been cured."

"These days, I feel unspeakably relaxed and comfortable all over."

As Cao Xian spoke, he habitually took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth.

But he quickly realized that he was no longer coughing.

For more than ten years, he had developed the habit of coughing a few times after saying a few words.

Now that he had recovered, this old habit was still difficult to break.

Zhao Bao hurriedly bowed and replied:

"It's not that the medicinal soup is powerful, it's clearly that Chief Instructor, you are physically strong."

"Even without my medicinal soup, Chief Instructor, you would soon be able to heal yourself."

Cao Xian chuckled dryly, as if straining his throat, and then continued to lead the way.

Zhao Bao could only continue to follow.

The two finally arrived at the inner room.

It was even darker here, the windows were covered with thick felt, almost airtight.

The candle in Cao Xian's hand could only illuminate the center of the room, the circle near the wall was still dim and unclear.

Just as Zhao Bao was secretly looking around, Cao Xian suddenly grabbed Zhao Bao's wrist.

Zhao Bao was startled:

"Chief Instructor, what is this…"

Cao Xian just pressed on Zhao Bao's pulse, carefully sensing for a moment:

"Zhao Bao, you have actually reached the eighth rank."

"It seems that your talent and comprehension in martial arts are outstanding."

Zhao Bao hurriedly replied:

"Chief Instructor, you are too kind, all of this is due to your guidance."

Cao Xian chuckled dryly twice, and then pulled Zhao Bao to a thick wooden chair.

"Come, sit down."

He pointed to the chair and said.

Zhao Bao hurriedly replied:

"Chief Instructor has not yet taken a seat, how dare I—"

Before he could finish speaking, Cao Xian suddenly pressed him directly into the chair.

Just as Zhao Bao was surprised, a few iron buckles suddenly popped out of this thick chair, firmly holding Zhao Bao's hands, feet, and waist, trapping his whole person in the chair.

Who would have thought that this chair actually had hidden mechanisms.

"Chief Instructor, why… why is this?"

Zhao Bao asked in surprise.

He tried to struggle a few times, but the steel hoops and the chair were extremely sturdy, and he could not break free at all.

This chair seemed to be specially made for martial artists, even Zhao Bao at the eighth rank could not shake it.

But in the flickering candlelight, a trace of cruel sneer appeared on Cao Xian's face…