Global Villain: I Can Only Become Stronger After I Die

121: Chapter 121 The Secrets of ReincarnationHongwu Year 1. Late Autumn.

The Imperial Capital of Great Zhou.

Zhong Chusheng gazed at The Old Monk before him, his eyes momentarily revealing a complex mixture of emotions.

He had not expected that, after more than twenty years, he would finally be willing to appear.

Zhong Chusheng was wearing the imperial robes that symbolized supreme authority, and just as he prepared to step forward...

The Old Monk’s expression suddenly turned cold, like frost in midwinter, and he spoke slowly.

”Amitabha, Emperor Yan, you have become attached to appearances...”

Upon hearing this, Zhong Chusheng’s body abruptly stiffened.

A trace of confusion flashed across his face, but it was quickly suppressed.

”Master, why do you say that? I believe that everything I do is for the sake of the nation and its people; how can you say I am attached to appearances?”

The Old Monk pressed his palms together and shook his head slightly.

”Emperor Yan, you have made a blunder, disrupting the plans of people across the world.”

”Your obsession is too deep; you have fallen into a state of delusion without even realizing it.”

Zhong Chusheng frowned, lost in deep thought, and after a moment...

”Master, the matter you speak of, could it be the Qin Family?” His tone carried a hint of doubt and uncertainty.

”Did you not say that the Qin Family is both the beginning and the tomb of the Emperor?” He followed up, his gaze fixed intently on The Old Monk, hoping to find an answer in his expression.

”As long as the Qin Family is not destroyed, the Emperor will not emerge, right?”

”Absurd!” The Old Monk’s expression unexpectedly carried a hint of anger, an anger that felt like a long-suppressed volcano suddenly erupting.

”Amitabha, goodness, goodness.” The Old Monk pressed his palms together, striving to regain his composure.

”Had I known it would come to this, I should not have spoken so much to you.”

”This is a secret derived from ten thousand years of human prosperity; you almost ruined it!” The Old Monk’s voice trembled slightly, clearly exasperated.

The more Zhong Chusheng listened, the more confused he became, and for a moment, he found it difficult to speak.

He opened his mouth, but did not know what to say.

The Old Monk sighed slightly: ”Forget it, bring me a chicken leg. I will explain it to you slowly.”

Zhong Chusheng hurriedly brought out hundreds of roasted chickens from a chest nearby and said ingratiatingly: ”Master, I have prepared over a hundred of them, please have a taste.”

The Old Monk glanced at the pile of roasted chickens, shook his head helplessly, picked one up, took a bite, and said slowly.

”This is a reincarnation; humanity is striving to maintain this cycle of time.”

”Time cannot be changed, let alone altered; once time is changed, we humans will be doomed forever.”

”We can only let nature take its course and, while following the rules of time, find a way for humanity to survive.”

Zhong Chusheng listened intently and asked: ”Master, what exactly is going on?”

The Old Monk took another bite of the chicken leg and said: ”You must strictly adhere to the way of time; you must not excessively suppress the Qin Family, nor should you overly support them.”

”Let them develop naturally; only then can you ensure peace in the world.”

Zhong Chusheng nodded, half-understanding.

Just then, a eunuch rushed over, knelt, and reported: ”Your Majesty, it is bad! An urgent report from Yang City—the Qin Family... the Qin Family has been wiped out!”

Zhong Chusheng’s expression changed drastically, and he looked at The Old Monk: ”Master, what should be done now?”

The Old Monk put down the chicken leg in his hand and pressed his palms together: ”Amitabha, Emperor Yan should prioritize the common people and ignore this matter. Otherwise, once the Emperor breaks through the reincarnation, humanity will be in danger!”

Zhong Chusheng took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and said with a grave expression: ”Pass on my decree: regarding matters in Yang City, no matter how big or small, the Imperial Capital will not interfere.”

Upon hearing this, the eunuch stiffened, a trace of surprise flashing across his face, but he quickly returned to a respectful expression and bowed to acknowledge the order.

”Yes! Your Majesty.”

Subsequently, the eunuch hurriedly withdrew to convey this unexpected decree.

Hearing the decree issued by Zhong Chusheng, The Old Monk slowly closed his eyes.

Now, Zhong Chusheng should have pretended not to have heard this news, rather than issuing a decree.

The sky had already changed.

A butterfly flaps its wings gently, and the long river of time will stir up monstrous waves.