You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts-Chapter 592 - 268: What’s So Bad About Being Sword Monarch’s Dog? (Part 3)

Chapter 592: Chapter 268: What’s So Bad About Being Sword Monarch’s Dog? (Part 3)

"Sigh~"

King Chong appeared full of grief and indignation: "Ye Qingzhou is so high-handed and arrogant, I fear he might harbor disloyal intentions. Before leaving the Capital, His Majesty commanded me to guard the gateway of the Northern Border, but with the current situation like this, what can I do?"

Seizing the opportunity, advisor Tong Yangyi suggested: "Your Highness, I have a plan that can solve the current predicament."

"Oh? Quickly, tell me!"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Tong Yangyi said with full confidence: "Ye Qingzhou has embarked on this expedition and, blessed by heaven, secured a great victory. However, wealth can tempt the heart; with a million cattle and sheep at his disposal, how many in the world wouldn’t be tempted? By rule, half of these spoils need to be handed over to the Court. Your Highness can order, in the name of the State Governor’s Mansion, for Ye Qingzhou to hand over half of the cattle and sheep."

"Would he agree?"

King Chong thought this was indeed a good idea. With these hundreds of thousands of cattle and sheep, he would have bargaining chips to exchange for benefits, providing him room to maneuver politically.

Political power, plainly speaking, is just the power to divide the pie.

As long as you hold the pie, naturally, people are willing to listen to you.

But the problem is that the current State Governor’s Mansion is just an empty shell; who will carry out the execution?

Tong Yangyi smiled faintly and uttered four words: "Liaodong General Family."

"Oh!?"

After pondering for a moment, King Chong slapped the table and exclaimed: "This plan is brilliant. The State Governor’s Mansion only needs to provide the title, with heavy profit as incentive, how could the major generals of Liaodong be unwilling to contribute?"

......

Northern Domain Protectorate.

The newly appointed Protector and Vice Protector from the Court had yet to arrive, but the operations here were running smoothly.

Although Ye Qingzhou’s official position was merely a trivial Commanding Officer, he was the uncrowned king of the entire Protectorate, and his every order would be executed decisively.

This was quite normal, after all, physics is the greatest truth in this world.

When someone can effortlessly crush your head, you’d better obediently listen to him.

"Qingzhou, something has happened!"

Shen Peng rushed to Ye Qingzhou in a fluster, appearing panic-stricken: "Captain Cheng Jimo suddenly led people to forcibly take over the pastures south of the city, not only injuring the guards there but also trying to take away the cattle and sheep."

"Why?"

Ye Qingzhou asked calmly.

Shen Peng quickly answered: "He holds a decree from the State Governor’s Mansion."

"What I mean is, he injured my people, why is he still alive now?"

"Huh?"

Shen Peng was stunned but patiently explained: "Cheng Jimo is the eldest son of Cheng Tinghu; the Cheng Family is one of the four major generals in Liaodong with tens of thousands of troops, their influence deeply entrenched."

"And so?"

Ye Qingzhou again showed a puzzled expression.

"Forget it, I’ll handle this matter myself, set an example for you, don’t bother me with similar incidents in the future."

With that, Ye Qingzhou got up, mounted his horse, and led his men to the southern pasture.

Sure enough, he saw the guards on the ground injured, these were ordinary Border Army soldiers, not soldiers, so they were no match for the Ta Bai Army of the Cheng Family, each with bruises, herded to a side.

Wearing Bright Armor, Cheng Jimo, at this time, was riding a magnificent horse, energetically commanding his men to lead the cattle and sheep out of the pasture, his eyes gleaming, already calculating the value of these livestock.

"Hurry up, don’t delay my time to go into town for a drink!"

"Captain, look quickly, that surnamed Ye is here."

Hearing this, Cheng Jimo turned his horse around, full of smiles to greet Ye Qingzhou, pretentiously clasping his fists: "Greetings to Ye Changshi."

Ye Qingzhou rode forward, his gaze flicking over the injured Border Army soldiers, then falling on Cheng Jimo: "You can start saying your last words now."

The palpable intent to kill made Cheng Jimo’s skin crawl. He had heard about Ye Qingzhou’s fierce exploits but always thought of them as exaggerated stories.

After all, the Liaodong generals boasted every day, falsifying battle achievements, committing noble killings, and who wouldn’t boast as though they were a Celestial God incarnate?

So, judging others by himself, he also thought Ye Qingzhou’s achievements were exaggerated, never taking them seriously.

But now he was a little flustered, just being watched by Ye Qingzhou’s gaze, he instinctively began to fear: "Ye Changshi, my father is Cheng Tinghu! Don’t act recklessly! I’m just following orders."

After saying this, Cheng Jimo still wanted to pull out the decree personally signed by King Chong, hoping to discuss the principles of officialdom with Ye Qingzhou.

Unfortunately, Ye Qingzhou only wanted to discuss physics with him.

"Have you finished your last words?"

Ye Qingzhou raised his hand and with a grasp, turned Spiritual Qi into invisible threads, seized Cheng Jimo from afar to his front, gripping his head: "What Cheng Tinghu, Cheng Tingdog, never heard of, dare to hurt my people, you are courting death."

After speaking, he crushed his head directly, a gruesome and brutal scene which left Cheng Jimo’s personal guards dumbfounded.

They were all seasoned veterans who had been through a hundred battles, having killed not less than eighty on the battlefield, yet had never seen such an incredible way of killing.

While they were in a daze, several dozen riders came galloping, it was Nie Shixiong returning from outside the city.

He glanced at Cheng Jimo’s headless corpse on the ground, shocked internally, yet hastily dismounted, knelt on one knee: "Master."

"You came at just the right time."

Ye Qingzhou pointed to the personal guards of the Cheng Family ahead, coldly ordered: "Kill them all, then wipe out the Cheng Family. People always scoff at things they haven’t seen, making all sorts of foolish choices, so Heart Martial Sect needs to demonstrate power, starting with the Cheng Family."

Slaughter speaks louder than any words, Nie Shixiong understood, Ye Qingzhou intends to make an example out of the Cheng Family as a warning to others.

"Disciple, obeys orders."

Nie Shixiong sighed, the four major Liaodong generals, Cheng, Li, Ma, Nie, although not as close as kin, had fought side by side for many years, having some camaraderie.

Unfortunately, the Cheng Family, blinded by profit, was clueless about their impending doom, crashing into Ye Qingzhou’s gunpoint, leaving Nie Shixiong no choice.