Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

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"Dominant Fist of Heaven and Earth" was obtained by the Daoist during his wanderings across the world, found by chance in an ancient emperor's tomb.

After some contemplation, he treated it like a treasure, and that was the beginning of the story.

"State Preceptor, with the reappearance of the catastrophic star, how shall we respond?"

The Daoist looked at the panicked officials in the hall, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth:

"How to respond? I, using the dragon energy of the dynasty to enter dreams and comprehend the True Law for three years, have also listened to your clamor for three years. To entrust such a vast Empire of Heaven and Earth to you lot, there is no need for a catastrophic star; even the barbarians to the north could potentially obliterate the empire that stood for hundreds of years."

"Your Majesty, when the building is about to collapse, all beings must face the end-of-days tribulation. Would you like me to temporarily take control of the military and politics to help Your Majesty survive this tribulation?"

The Daoist stood on the top step of the golden stairs, his back to everyone, facing the middle-aged emperor wearing the ornate headdress, revealing rows of eerily white teeth.

Seeing the Daoist's robust figure, the current ruler of the Empire of Heaven and Earth, Emperor Jingjia, shuddered, recalling the scene three years ago when the Daoist 'persuaded' him to appoint him as the Great National Teacher.

"Outrageous! It's completely lawless, without…"

Bang!

An official in vermilion robes stepped forward, ready to speak passionately when, accompanied by a dull thud, his head suddenly exploded on the spot like a rotten watermelon.

The splatter of fresh blood made the red carpet laid out in the great hall even more vivid.

Such ruthless methods silenced the officials inside the hall instantly.

"His Majesty has already acquiesced, why the noisy clamor?"

"Now, I've said my piece. Who is in favor? Who is against?"

Ultimately, the Daoist managed to convince everyone with his charismatic personality and received the approval of Emperor Jingjia, being appointed the Great National Teacher of the Empire of Heaven and Earth, assuming full military and political control.

The grand golden hall was empty, only the bloodstains on the ground bearing witness to a 'mild' quarrel that had taken place.

The Daoist looked at the middle-aged emperor in front of him and smiled:

"Your Majesty, there are no disturbances under the heavens, only selfish household schemes. The roots of the Empire of Heaven and Earth are already rotten."

"I, on behalf of Your Majesty, will cut out the empire's festering sore, stop the bleeding and regenerate the flesh, and see us through this end-of-days tribulation."

"Thereupon, when I have completed this merit and refined Pure Yang through the tribulation fire, and successfully pushed the True Law to an unprecedented realm, I will return the military and political power back to Your Majesty. How does that sound?"

"Great National Teacher… can I trust you?" said the middle-aged emperor expressionlessly, all emotions concealed behind his intricate headwear.

"Heh, Your Majesty fails to understand the will of heaven. I don't even fancy the throne under your butt. Do you know why none of the renowned cultivators you've invited to the imperial capital has left seclusion? They are too clever. It is the heavenly mandate that the barbarians replace us. The current Empire of Heaven and Earth might appear robust, but it is in fact just a slowly sinking rotting ship."

"But I am different from them." The Daoist shook his head, suddenly emanating an unyielding aura of supremacy, "I've long wanted to see if man can triumph over heaven, and now is just the right opportunity. How fortunate!"

"It's delightful to struggle against men, but even more so against heaven, Your Majesty. Surely you won't make it difficult for me."

"Actually, the imperial family has many members; would you like to take a wager?"

Man replacing Heavenly Dao, tribulation fire refining Pure Yang.

This is the Daoist's plan to break through to the True Technique.

Although he wields unmatched martial power, able to easily take anyone's life in the Empire of Heaven and Earth, to truly control people's hearts and plug leaks in the sinking ship that is the empire, he needs a well-thought-out strategy.

The road ahead will undoubtedly be one of blood and fire.

"Your Majesty, you who are not keen on action, I will do all the dirty work for you. When the time comes, with a simple shrug, all blame will fall on me, and the day I retire after accomplishing my deeds will be the moment of Your Majesty's glory," the Daoist said calmly, looking at the young ruler who grew up among fierce ministers and soldiers.

Known in the cultivation world as World-Shaking Pure Yang, he was said to be as true to his word as iron, a reputation known to all.

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The next day, as the sun rose, the Great National Teacher held a grand feast for the officials. Those who did not attend were remembered by the Great National Teacher.

On the third day, Minister Yan joked with friends at home: "The Great National Teacher seems to have forgotten whose world this is. This world is ruled by our scholar-officials and His Majesty together. Since when did it become the commoners' turn?"

"Gentlemen, come closer. We must meticulously plan to ensure that the Great National Teacher's orders do not leave the imperial capital, to teach him that governing a country and cultivating spiritually are not the same thing, hahaha!"

They all nodded in agreement and continued to drink and feast.

As various string and wind instruments began to play, a servant hurriedly approached one of the Ministerial Secretaries, a senior minister, and spoke urgently.

"My lord, there's terrible news; all the officials who didn't attend the Great National Teacher's banquet yesterday have drowned accidentally!"

Upon hearing this, the room fell silent.

On the fourth day, someone sought retirement from government service. The Great National Teacher initially agreed, but then the imperial guards were dispatched to seize evidence of the officials' crimes.

The imperial edict granting retirement and the arrest warrant arrived together, quite a seamless transition.

On the fifth day, Minister Huo, the Minister of Personnel, had his meniscus dislocated by the Great National Teacher for raising his wine cup too high during a toast and ended up in a wheelchair.

On the sixth day, the Great National Teacher appeared at the Imperial College and personally lectured.

"All students here are scholars of the Son of Heaven. Today, I, on imperial orders, will talk about the principles of governance. You see, this is Minister Chen's head, fat and greedy; this is Minister Li's head, shriveled like a rat; but when thrown down from the building, they hit the ground simultaneously."

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