Chapter 133: Not Everyone Is Suited To Be A Revolutionary
After Emperor Liu Mu left, a candle flame in the fire pit slowly floated up, circled along the mottled and ferocious metal dragon heads on the wall, and the originally somewhat dim Dragon God Hall immediately burst into bright light.
Liu Changsheng slowly stood up, his previously hunched body gradually straightening. Behind him was the ancestral fire burning fiercely, while those originally lively and active candle flames scattered into stars filling the sky, decorating the ceiling of the Dragon God Hall.
Yun Ce looked up at the full moon shrouded in dark clouds again, wanting to light the lamp but not daring to, because Doggy was doing delicate work—synthesizing gunpowder.
This task was originally done by Yun Ce himself, but the gunpowder he synthesized had very unsatisfactory results. Packed in a bamboo tube and lit with a fuse, there was a “bang,” and the bamboo tube split into two halves. Clearly, his synthesized gunpowder was still qualified as firecrackers.
Doggy’s tentacles picked through the pile of raw materials, its thin tentacles always able to find useful things in a large pile of raw materials.
In no time, a two-jin iron-shell bomb appeared in front of Yun Ce.
“Too primitive, and the power is insufficient. With sulfur, you should make sulfuric acid, then find a plant similar to cotton to make nitrocellulose, and only then can your bomb troops take shape.”
“In the end, it’s because the material purity isn’t enough, right?” Yun Ce asked casually.
Doggy’s tentacles shook, and it said somewhat angrily, “Don’t talk to me with that attitude.”
“Oh, you can sense my emotions now?”
1 “Don’t talk about that. I’m just asking you, are you unwilling to leave good things here, so you chose black powder?”
1 “Yes, we need to hide our capabilities. Doggy, you’re very smart, but in researching humans, you still have major shortcomings. Let me tell you, no one will appreciate my unpaid efforts, even if it greatly benefits them. After they get it, they won’t thank us; they’ll just think it’s what they deserve.
1 You have to know, admitting others are better than oneself is very difficult, and admitting others have done one a favor requires extremely high moral character. The one who bestows favor must be humble and blend in modestly—this is a very fucked-up principle.
1 I brought out black powder not to change the war patterns on this planet, but to protect the lives of my more than 11,000 people.
1 You always talk about revolution, and I think this place needs revolution too. Revolution is not treating guests to dinner; it requires sacrifice.
1 I was born into a revolutionary family, but the revolutionary gene mutated in me, turning me into an exquisite egoist. It’s impossible for me to sacrifice myself personally, and it’s also impossible to send E Ji out to sacrifice. Even Zhang Min, Feng An, Liang Kun—I don’t want to sacrifice them.
1 So, who are the ones that can be sacrificed?
1 Undoubtedly, it’s Miss Hong, Pei Chuan and the others, my more than 11,000 slaves under my command.
1 Sounds disgusting, right? But I’m just that kind of disgusting person. Yun Linchuan knows my true nature, so before throwing me to the dragon, he kept the news tightly sealed.
1 Because he knows I lack the courage to charge forward without hesitation, the courage that a true revolutionary must have to sacrifice for the great cause.
2 Now, I’m very certain that sending me here was the biggest abuse of power for personal gain that Yun Linchuan has ever done in his life.
2 Doggy, don’t rush me. Give me time. The contradictions accumulated by the Great Han for over a thousand years haven’t fully erupted yet. People aren’t completely disillusioned with the Great Han’s current systems and regulations, so the timing for revolution hasn’t arrived.
2 We need endurance.”
2 Doggy was silent for a long time before speaking: “No matter what, we must carve out a landing field.”
2 Yun Ce said bitterly, “Can they come?”
2 Doggy said firmly, “They will definitely come.”
2 Yun Ce gritted his teeth and said, “You know how much I hope they can come. Even if they can’t take me away, I hope they can take the shehuo from here back.
2 If possible, they should also take back the ancestral fire that the Yellow Emperor brought here. We’ve lost the protection of the ancestral fire for over four thousand years; it’s time we had some days of favorable weather.”
2 “They will come.” Doggy’s voice echoed endlessly in Yun Ce’s empty head.
2 E Ji held the bomb Yun Ce brought, examining it carefully up and down, left and right. She stroked the pineapple-like grid pattern on the bomb’s surface and said, “What is this?”
3 Yun Ce said expressionlessly, “With this thing, you can easily kill Zhang Min.”
3 E Ji’s eyes lit up. She immediately hugged the bomb and turned to look at Yun Ce. “For me? How do you use it?”
3 “See the fuse on top? Light it, throw it out, and that’s it.”
3 E Ji returned the bomb to Yun Ce and shook her head. “Good stuff. It’s a waste to use it on Zhang Min.”
3 “You keep it. I have plenty here. Note that this thing can’t be near fire.”
3 E Ji nodded, fetched a box from the inner room, padded it with a cloth fragment, and carefully placed the bomb inside.
3 “Zhang Min has one too, right?”
3 “Mm.”
3 “To bomb me with?”
3 “No, for self-defense.”
4 “Feng An and Liang Kun have them too?”
4 “Mm, they do too.”
4 “Now I believe it’s for self-defense. Young Master treats me the best.”
4 Doggy produced two hundred bombs. Yun Ce originally wanted Doggy to make more, but Doggy said it wasn’t worth it. Consuming his advanced energy for these low-energy things—only an idiot like Yun Ce would do that.
4 He also believed that bombs were for eliminating high-value targets, not for throwing at every little enemy soldier you see.
4 Yun Ce thought for a long time but couldn’t find any high-value targets he needed to eliminate, so he simply gave one to each of the pillar members of his household. He might not need it, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t.
4 To give them a clear cognition of the bomb’s power, Yun Ce took them to Dragon Mountain and threw one in a concealed mountain hollow.
4 Originally, Yun Ce wanted to throw it from behind a rock twenty meters away, but Doggy advised him to retreat another thirty steps and find a larger, sturdier rock as cover.
4 Many things in this world are different from Earth, and much of Earth’s life experience can’t be applied here. Yun Ce obediently retreated thirty steps, lit the bomb, and threw it out.
4 “Boom”
5 The ground shook and mountains trembled. Dark black flames roiled, the wild grass in the mountain hollow instantly flattened to the ground, then uprooted before it could land and burned clean.
5 Yun Ce watched in disbelief as, after the explosion’s shockwave, dark red fire flowed like water through the crevices between rocks. After seven or eight breaths, it disappeared into the stone seams. At this moment, the mountain hollow, aside from an extra large pit, was scorched black on the ground.
5 “This world’s reaction to energy is more sensitive. Any energy, after erupting, forms a chain reaction with the surrounding free energy.
5 Yun Ce, this bomb’s power is more than five times greater than I expected. You need to get back the bombs you’ve given out. This thing is way too dangerous for them. In the end, it won’t be about killing the enemy—it’ll be mutual destruction.”
5 Yun Ce worriedly looked back at E Ji, Zhang Min, Feng An, and Liang Kun. The four had been scared legless by the bomb’s power, staring dumbfounded. When Yun Ce looked over, they instantly understood what he was thinking and bolted.
5 At this moment, they had zero intention of handing over their life-saving divine weapon that could shred even rocks with its immense power.
5 That evening, E Ji was drunkenly wiping the bomb placed on the table with silk. Before seeing its power, she treated it as a treasure; now, this thing was her life.
5 When Zhang Min entered, Yun Ce, who was writing, didn’t even look up. “Don’t even think about it.”
5 Zhang Min sighed. “You should go see Iron Enclosure Pass.”
5 Yun Ce’s hand didn’t stop as he continued, “Even after seeing it, I won’t give it. Besides, this thing is scarce in quantity. Even on the battlefield, it won’t change the big picture.”
6 Zhang Min said again, “I know you look down on the Great Han’s people…”
6 Before Zhang Min could finish, Yun Ce said, “I don’t. Don’t talk nonsense. I only have respect for the Great Han, no dissatisfaction.”
6 Zhang Min sighed. “You always achieve what others can’t. Rest assured, I’m no longer a secret agent of Panxing Tower. I won’t tell anyone about this.”
6 Yun Ce set down his pen and chuckled lightly. “The fact that I can give it to you means I know you won’t leak it.”
6 Zhang Min smiled faintly. Just as her hands reached for Yun Ce’s shoulders, she found E Ji placing the bomb between her and Yun Ce. She huffed in frustration and left Yun Ce’s room.
6 E Ji hugged the bomb and came behind Yun Ce, peering at the words on the paper. “Who are you writing the letter to?”
6 Yun Ce folded the letter paper and said softly, “To Miss Hong. I gave her the secret recipe for gunpowder.”
6 E Ji thought for a moment. “Be careful. It’s too far; the carrier pigeons we brought from Chuyun Prefecture might not make it. If this thing falls into unrelated hands, it’ll be a great disaster.”
6 Yun Ce laughed. “This thing was born to devour people. It depends on whether Miss Hong and the others have the fate for it.”
6 Seeing that Yun Ce had decided, E Ji said no more. She put her treasured bomb back in the box, wanting to shove it under the bed. Seeing Milk Dog’s eyes gleaming, she felt it unwise and placed it on the high cabinet shelf instead, out of Milk Dog’s reach.
7 Yun Ce sealed the secret recipe in a bamboo tube and tied it to the leg of the strongest carrier pigeon. Watching it flap its wings and fly into the distance, Yun Ce returned.
7 Upon returning, he saw E Ji carefully examining Milk Dog in her arms.
7 “What’s wrong?”
7 “This guy seems to have gotten smarter lately. It’s very suspicious.”
7 Yun Ce took the struggling Milk Dog from E Ji’s hands. Out of her sight, two silver threads pierced into Dog King Nao Sheng’s frail body.
