Chapter 276: Overthrowing Hos Own Dojo

That year, in a dream while she was in the underworld, her spirit inexplicably drifted here, and from above, she witnessed the entire scene.

She memorized Lian’er’s appearance and, of course, didn’t forget those two thieves.

Lian’er’s fate was damaged, and her lifespan was short. This was her last life as a human.

After Lian’er’s death, she ordered Black and White Impermanence to personally place Lian’er, allowing her to enter the path of Dao as a ghost.

This was why Lian’er was different from other ghosts. She could walk in the daylight like a normal person because she had cultivated the Dao.

Even as a ghost, with proper cultivation, one could gain a divine mark and join the ranks of immortals.

The Tyrant was filled with mixed emotions, feeling both troubled and pained.

He looked deeply at little Ah Bao and finally understood why she had saved Lian’er on the mountain.

It turns out, this was the reason.

The way everyone looked at Lian’er had shifted from initial rejection and unfamiliarity to surprise and pity.

If they were in her shoes, these men might not have been able to do what a woman like Lian’er did.

“Little sister, the golden statue in your hands, does it look like it’s cracked?” Di Chenyu asked, his mind sharp.

Ah Bao had already noticed, 【Sigh, it still can’t be forged, it still can’t be forged.】

She smiled, “Maybe it’s because it’s too old?”

Di Chenyu walked over to her. “Can you let Sixth Brother help you keep it? Sixth Brother will find a way to repair this little statue for you.”

Ah Bao, moved to tears, smiled and shook her head, “Sixth Brother, no need.”

“This little golden statue can’t be preserved at all. It’s already shattered, and it’s impossible to repair.”

“Dammit, I still don’t know why my golden statue couldn’t be cast properly. I finally got a ready-made one, and it’s cracked again.”

Di Chenyu: “…”

“Wait a minute, why is there a golden statue of me here?” Ah Bao suddenly remembered this detail and slapped her forehead. “Oh no, oh no.”

The hearts of the Tyrant and the others couldn’t help but clench.

Di Chenyu and the others strained their ears, eager to get closer to Ah Bao and hear more clearly. What was wrong?

“Could this dojo be mine?”

Di Chenyu instinctively straightened up, not even daring to step too hard on the ground, fearing he might collapse it.

The Tyrant wanted to laugh but didn’t dare.

Was this his daughter’s dojo?

Hahaha, this is hilarious. The little girl was so imposing when she was smashing the dojo just now.

“I’ve destroyed my own dojo. Oh my gosh!”

Lin Xuanzhi couldn’t help but break into a sweat. The little princess’s inner thoughts were full of strange words, leaving him completely stunned.

“Let me think… Why does this run-down dojo belong to me? Oh, it seems in my previous life, I did cultivate here for a while. That’s right, it really happened, but I only cultivated for half a day.”

“Oh no, I was too ruthless just now. Damn it, I really ended up shooting myself in the foot.”

Ah Bao slapped her thigh, wailing inwardly.

General Lei, who never believed in ghosts or gods, started believing now because he realized the little princess seemed to have memories of her past life.

“Brothers, we’re late.” A group of raggedly dressed people, carrying iron hoes, rushed into the courtyard and were stunned to see the Tyrant and his group. “Well, looks like someone beat us to it.”

From the look of them, they were people from Lingnan.

“Hmph, did you blow up the ruined temple?” The leading male villager asked arrogantly. They had never seen Lin Xuanzhi and the others, so they didn’t recognize the nobles in front of them.

“We heard there’s treasure under the ruined temple. Seeing that you’re empty-handed, you probably didn’t get anything. Hurry up and leave after you’re done blasting it; it’s our turn to blast. Whoever gets the stuff keeps it.”

Ah Bao blinked. “Could the treasure they’re talking about be my little golden statue?”

Next to her, Lian’er’s face had gone pale, but only the eldest prince noticed her distress. “Miss Lian’er…”

Lian’er snapped out of it and walked over to Ah Bao.

Ah Bao felt something was wrong. “Daddy, isn’t this a shrine? Why are they trying to steal things from it?”

“This is outrageous! Robbery in broad daylight? How dare you all!” The Tyrant roared in anger.

The group looked at each other, and the leading man sized up the Tyrant. “Alright, alright, stop pretending. We’re all locals here, so cut the act. You’re really trying to act like nobles?”

Lingnan was a plague-ridden area. The people here were either dead or hiding. The city gates were closed, so no one could get in or out.

They would never have imagined that the Emperor would come here.

In the past, Lin Xuanzhi would have been worried about these people spreading the plague to the Emperor. But now, he wasn’t afraid because the little princess had fed them tributes, making them immune to all poisons. In Lingnan, they could walk around without a care.

“This place—you mean to say you don’t know what it is?”

The Tyrant glared coldly. “Isn’t it just a ruined temple?”

“Do you know why it’s called a ruined temple and not a shrine?”

The Tyrant: “…No idea.”

The man snorted. “Are you locals or not? You don’t even know about such a big thing in Lingnan? What a disgrace.”

The Tyrant’s face darkened. “Explain yourself.”

“Long ago, this place was dedicated to the God of Epidemic Suppression, Liang Yan. But he was blind and didn’t deserve to be worshipped here!”

Di Zian frowned. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, slandering a god worshipped in Lingnan.”

The man gave a sneering smile. “Slandering him? He fell from grace on his own, failing to protect us in Lingnan. Do you even know what the God of Epidemic Suppression means? With him guarding us, there should be no plague.

But now, look at Lingnan. It’s turned into a living hell. He can’t see the children dying in pain. He can’t see those desperate prayers for mercy, begging the heavens not to take their loved ones. He’s lost his power, no longer a god, but a demon—the root of all suffering!”

A group of people, iron hoes in hand, became increasingly agitated. “Yes, he doesn’t deserve it! He abandoned us, abandoned Lingnan. We never wronged him, yet because of him, our loved ones died tragically, and we were left homeless. Who do we go to for justice? We’ll tear down this ruined temple and drive him out! We won’t worship him anymore!”

“What nonsense! The plague is the plague; what does it have to do with the God of Epidemic Suppression?” Di Zian retorted indignantly.

“Hahaha, you still don’t know, do you? You really don’t know, you bunch of fools.” The man laughed wildly, tears almost bursting from his eyes—tears of grievance, unwillingness, and anger.

The Tyrant sensed something was off. “Make yourself clear.”

“No need for me to say it. Go take a look up ahead, and you’ll see for yourselves.” The man was extremely smug.