895 Red King's Overbearing Way

It seems that the richness of this place far surpasses that of my homeland, the vast land, where crops are plentiful and life is vibrant.

From now on, the people of our Red Country will no longer have to worry about hunger and will enjoy the joy of a bountiful harvest. This is truly a blessing from heaven for our people, a blessing that will last forever.

Thanks to such fertile land, the people of my Red Country no longer have to worry about starving to death.

The Red King nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied, and waved his hand gently. The Fire Elephant hurriedly bowed.

He stood up, gripped the knife, and felt a slight chill on the blade. The wound had completely healed, but the overall movement seemed to have stalled. The time was too short, and it wasn't as smooth as before.

Like a desolate winter day, the killing intent swept in like a mountain, piercing to the bone and carrying a chilling cruelty.

Murderous intent is a silent rage, a boiling hatred, and an uncontrollable desire for destruction.

[If this isn't the Red Kingdom I want, then let it be destroyed!] The Red King's crazed eyes couldn't conceal his murderous intent!

As he slowly calmed down, a faint hint of mockery flashed across the Red King's eyes. He spoke softly, yet his tone contained deep sorrow and an unyielding, madness.

He whispered, 'In the past, I also thought that as long as we had fertile land for thousands of miles, the people would have no problem being fed and clothed.'

However, even in the poorest places, some people still enjoy themselves as if it were a prosperous era, reveling every night, dancing and singing, wearing fine clothes, and eating delicacies. Their extravagance is astonishing.

The granaries were so full they became moldy, and the copper coins, left for so long, developed a patina, yet not a single bit of benefit was given to the poor, and no helping hand was ever extended.

Even worse, some people take advantage of this opportunity to inflate grain prices, forcing families to break apart, relatives to be separated, and even death, leaving no trace of their remains.

This is not what I desire, nor is it what the Red Country should look like.

The Red Country I seek is one where everyone is of one mind, overcoming difficulties together, where the rich help the world, and where the poor also have a place of dignity.

The true essence of our Red Nation lies in ensuring that every grain of rice nourishes life and every bit of wealth warms hearts.

The Red King slowly lowered his eyes, letting out a deep and unyielding sigh, as if bearing an unbearable weight.

His face was etched with helplessness at the coldness of the world and a deep longing for an ideal country.

This heaviness stems not only from the harsh reality before us, but also from the profound mental pressure resulting from deep reflection on the complexities of human nature and social injustice.

The Red King knew that changing all this would not be achieved overnight, but he was determined to make the Red Kingdom a truly fair, just, and warm place, where every citizen could breathe freely in the sunshine and share the beauty and hope of life.

He was once arrogant and domineering, the number one person in the world, and even considered himself the best among men. Now, even the sharpest blade trembled slightly. Who was the enemy he wanted to kill? This person deserved to die!

Suddenly, I couldn't help but think of the four great generals, Qing, Feng, Que, and Jun, who were my left and right arms!

We only truly appreciate something when we lose it!

With several people by his side, his left and right arms, things were always handled promptly. All he had to do was swing his sword, and heads would roll, striking fear into the hearts of the masses, and he could achieve his ideals.

But now, things are not like that. With the deaths of four people, he suddenly feels that everything is being greatly restricted.

Perhaps I haven't killed enough, or been ruthless enough!

The Red King's resolute gaze, tinged with a frenzied killing intent, was replaced by a low murmur: "If I were ruthless enough, the Red Kingdom is only so big; who could possibly hide here? It seems I've been too merciful."

The precious sword understands my will, and in the stillness, it gently hums.

The precious sword knows nothing of human intentions, but it excels at killing. It can cut off countless heads, but it will surely force out the mastermind behind it all.

Back then, you and I, brothers, suddenly turned against each other. The king actually instigated this personally, which was too unusual. I hadn't thought about it carefully before, thinking that you and I were too powerful to threaten the king.

But at that time, we were both under the king's command; how could we harbor thoughts of betrayal? This matter is truly strange!

The Red King gripped his broadsword tightly, its aura emanating three feet, causing it to move even without wind, and ruffling his long hair!

It seems someone is waiting for the Red King, watching what he does!

The Red King's eyes narrowed, his cold face still radiating murderous intent. "This world was ultimately won through the power of the treasured sword!" he said softly.

Brothers, look to the future! This Red Nation will surely be forged into the form I desire!

After speaking, the Red King's tone revealed an undeniable domineering and firmness, with a fierce light flashing between his brows, yet also an infinite yearning for the future.

Sharp eyes, indomitable fighting spirit, returning from the dead with few regrets.

If there is still more, the great revenge will be achieved, the Red Nation will be reborn, what more could one ask for?

He gripped the knife tighter, for only by holding the knife could he prove that the Red King had not yet fallen.

Fang Qingxue, a member of the Xuanmiao Taishang Sect, and her master and aunt Tian Zhirui. Fang Qingxue wore leather armor, which was well-tailored and made from bear demon skin. It was refined into a magical artifact that ordinary swords and blades could not penetrate.

Tian Zhirui wore a light ink-colored long dress, and her jade-like feet were flawless white. They swayed gently, like beautiful jade, untouched by dust!

Her jade-like hand gently looked at the intelligence delivered by the hawk.

He gently handed the intelligence to Fang Qingxue, who took it with curious eyes.

The sudden appearance of the nameless clone of the Salvation Society a while ago terrified Fang Qingxue, making her work even harder in her cultivation, knowing that she needed to protect herself and her aunt and master.

I must become stronger, and my aunt has already sacrificed so much for me, so I cannot let her down.

Fang Qingxue wiped the fine beads from her forehead, her cherry-like lips slightly parted, a hint of surprise in her eyes, and asked softly, "Master, what is the cultivation level of this Young Master He Chen? A Martial Emperor!"

Although he had long suspected this, he hadn't known before that his aunt was also a Martial Emperor, so he couldn't make a complete judgment. Now that his aunt was a Martial Emperor, he could naturally see the whole picture.

Tian Zhirui paused for a moment, her eyes filled with certainty, and then she said softly and lazily, "Qingxue, He Chen's strength is undoubtedly that of a Martial Emperor, but whether he is above a Martial Emperor is hard to say."

We need to meet in person to confirm.

She shook her head slightly, seemingly unconcerned, and said softly, "We don't need to interfere in He Chen's matter. The affairs of this sect are entirely the responsibility of the sect leader. If the sect leader cannot handle them, it is not the place of a mere woman to manage them."

He smiled slightly, his eyes showing no concern whatsoever. In his heart, he only thought that once Qingxue had achieved success in her cultivation and become a Martial Emperor, he should perhaps take her away from this place to find his sister.

Whether or not we can find it, at least we can leave ourselves with no regrets.

Thinking of her sister, she felt a surge of anger and said softly, "I don't know the specifics of what's going on in Nanhe Prefecture, but the Fire Spirit Sect is involved, and they'll probably take a cut."

In the past, with a holy emperor in power, these powerful sects and aristocratic families would certainly not dare to disregard the lives of the common people; now, however, it's hard to say.