Cursing the Zhang Family to Death

The other old man tried to smooth things over, "Your Excellency, please don't be angry. These elders are just filled with righteous indignation, which led to their impassioned actions..."

"Indignation that's hard to release? Easy enough!" the Prefect chuckled. "You go to the Zhang residence and curse them out, and your anger will be gone!"

"Thank you for your authorization, Your Excellency!" The old man stood up straight. "Elders, we will follow the Prefect's instructions and go curse out the Zhang family!"

Heh heh!

The Prefect went directly into the inner hall.

The old man left the Prefect's mansion, shouting all the way, "This humble one has been ordered by the Prefect to curse the Zhang family. Please make way!"

Curse them?

Just cursing them would solve it?

What kind of way was this to solve a problem?

Lin Su was speechless...

He had to admit, there was no human rights in feudal society. To take down the Zhang family, he still had a lot of work to do!

The common people on the street also lost all their fighting spirit. Go curse the Zhang mansion? They lacked the enthusiasm. Bearing the weight of 200 lives, covered in blood, to only be able to curse was too disheartening. Therefore, as the old man shouted, very few people followed him; they couldn't afford to lose face.

But the old man didn't care. He arrived at the Zhang mansion's gate and started cursing!

"The Zhang family has incited public outrage. This humble one, acting on the Prefect's explicit order, has come to curse the Zhang family. Listen up, Zhang family members..."

Lin Su's face was covered in dark lines. Who was this old man on whose side was he?

Why did he feel like there was a traitor in his own ranks?

If it couldn't be continued today, then so be it. Let public opinion continue to ferment.

What was the point of him coming here to curse them so grandly?

Was he trying to draw a line under the matter with this curse?

The Zhang family's house guards all laughed. The Prefect ordered it? Curse away, curse away, this was acceptable!

The old man began to curse, "The Zhang family, for forcibly abducting women, deserves death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, among the eighteen house guards at the Zhang mansion's gate, ten of them suddenly fell straight down!

Old Master Zhang, who was sitting in the main hall, suddenly felt his whole body tighten, and his face turned ashen: "Words become law..."

He raised his hand and tightly gripped his throat, his face turning a dark shade of blue!

"The Zhang family, for killing and seizing lives, deserves death!"

All the house guards at the gate collapsed at the same time. Within the Zhang mansion, over a hundred more people fell simultaneously.

Old Master Zhang's grand tutor chair overturned, and he fell headfirst to the ground.

Lin Su's eyes suddenly lit up...

Prefect Lei, who was remotely monitoring the Zhang mansion through his official seal, also saw his expression change drastically. "Words become law! The pinnacle of Literary Heart, who is it?"

"The Zhang family, for plundering the people's wealth, deserves death!"

With a boom, another hundred people in the Zhang mansion fell!

"The Zhang family, for preying on the common people, deserves death!"

A golden light suddenly shot up from the Prefect's mansion, connecting to the Confucian Temple like a golden bridge. Prefect Lei stepped onto the golden bridge and shouted, "Who dares to slaughter the innocent indiscriminately?"

The old man raised his gaze and looked directly at Prefect Lei, shouting, "Those who act as lackeys for the wicked, what right do you have to wield the official seal?"

As soon as his voice fell, the official seal was suddenly shrouded in a layer of shadow, and the golden light dissipated. Prefect Lei fell from the sky, landing in front of the old man, his face pale...

"Hahaha, I'm done cursing, that felt good!"

He took a step and suddenly appeared over the Yangtze River. He took another step in mid-air and vanished without a trace...

"Within reach, yet a world away. The pinnacle of Literary Heart, which Great Confucian?" Countless people on the periphery gazed at the Yangtze River.

The vast, misty waves, where were the traces of anyone?

Several constables broke through the air and rushed into the Zhang mansion. Inside the Zhang mansion, out of over seven hundred and twenty people, only a little over seventy women and children remained. The rest had all died tragically on the spot, each with a ruptured heart and a ruptured brow. Even the divine Old Master Zhang, a former third-rank official and now a master of Literary Heart, had a ruptured brow and a ruptured heart, dying an unnatural death.

"Within reach, yet a world away, words become law. Who was it? Who was it?" Prefect Lei's face was devoid of color, and he trembled on the spot.

Prefect Lei had intended to protect the Zhang family because his political future was entirely in the hands of the Minister of War. However, he never expected that the old man just now was a Great Confucian at the pinnacle of Literary Heart, possessing the Literary Way power of "words become law."

With his curse, over six hundred people in the Zhang family died.

With this curse, the Zhang family's old residence was almost completely cleared out!

And most miraculously, this curse was authorized by him, the Prefect!

So, in whose hands did the Zhang family truly fall?

Lin Su?

That Great Confucian?

Or him, Prefect Lei Zhongzhou?

Prefect Lei's head was spinning...

Lin Su was also dumbfounded.

His heart pounded wildly. So that's the kind of insult it is.

Qiu Mochi sidled up from behind. "Did you recognize who that person was?"

Lin Su blinked. "I didn't recognize him!"

"Really?" Qiu Mochi pressed.

"Really... but... but his big mouth and yellow teeth had a certain old-fashioned charm, vaguely familiar..."

Qiu Mochi burst out laughing. "Junior brother, I'm off. I'll be back in a couple of days for your wine!"

With a flick of his hand, a golden paper appeared before him, inscribed with a flamboyant "舟" (boat) character. He stepped onto the golden boat and flew towards the Yangtze River. With a gentle wave, he vanished into the waves.

Lin Su's heart skipped a beat. That works too?

Even if it's not the Literary Heart realm, possessing a golden page personally written by a Literary Heart realm expert still grants the power of flight?

Old man Bao Shan, stop being so mysterious. Come over here honestly and give me a pile of golden paper. I want to fly...

The old man from just now, others might not know who he was, but Lin Su certainly did.

It was Bao Shan!

Lin Su slipped into the crowd and disappeared.

A place of ill omen, one must not linger.

His Literary World had already formed, making him an expert. Slipping into the crowd, no one could detect him. In the next moment, he had crossed half the city. Along the way, he even encountered those two talented scholars who were L-running, shouting at the top of their lungs as they ran: "I am trash."

They were almost driven mad.

Lin Su returned to the Lin Family. All the family members were lined up in two rows. Even the workers from the wine factory had come, each filled with enthusiasm. As Lin Su entered, both rows of people shouted in unison: "Welcome, Jieyuan!"

Lin Su was startled.

Xiao Yao jumped out from the front. "Young master, you've become the Jieyuan! Madam said you'd be attending the Deer Cry Banquet. Bring me some venison, okay..." A familiar glistening appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Lin Su directly flicked her on the head. "Who told you there would be venison at the Deer Cry Banquet? Do you even know what 'Deer Cry' means? It's a metaphor for students as young deer. Are you wishing the students a boundless future, or cursing them to death by eating deer at the banquet? You never study when I tell you to, and you're always thinking about food..."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Lin Jialiang descended from above and hugged Lin Su tightly. "Third brother, Mother has already prepared the sacrifices and is waiting for you. Come with me. Today, Father will truly smile."

Whether Father smiled or not, Madam Lin truly did.

The sacrifices were more lavish than ever before.

Recalling the time when the Lin Family suffered disaster, even when honoring their ancestors, they only had a few steamed cornbread buns. But today, all five types of sacrificial animals were present, fine wine perfumed the air, and Madam Lin's eyes were misty...

"San Lang, you will offer the first stick of incense for today's sacrifice," Madam Lin said.

"No, Mother. I'll do it with Second Brother. We'll also offer one on behalf of Eldest Brother!" Lin Su pulled Lin Jialiang, and the two of them, along with three incense sticks, were inserted into the censer simultaneously.

Lin Jialiang's heart was filled with warmth.

The scions of noble families were often in competition, but their Lin Family was an exception. He was willing to yield to his third brother because his third brother was stronger than him!

But his third brother always remembered their two elder brothers.

The three Lin brothers, flesh and blood connected, the three Lin brothers, living and dying together!

"Father, esteemed ancestors!" Lin Jialiang bowed. "Third brother obtained the position of Jieyuan in today's Provincial Examination! This is a hundred-year honor for the Lin Family. We inform our ancestors to share this glory!"

Lin Su stepped forward and bowed. "There is one more matter today. I wish to inform Father and all the ancestors that the Zhang Family has committed wicked deeds, bringing disaster to Haining and arousing public outrage. A powerful expert has already taken action, slaughtering all six hundred members of the Zhang clan! The wicked Zhang Family has been uprooted from Haining."

Madam Lin looked up sharply, and Lin Jialiang was also greatly shocked.

"Third brother..."

"You probably don't know what happened afterward. We'll discuss it in detail later..."

After the sacrificial ceremony concluded and the banquet was served, Lin Su recounted everything that had happened.

Madam Lin drank three cups in a row and became thoroughly drunk!

Lin Jialiang looked at Lin Su for a long time. "Third brother, only now do I understand why you made that bet. Your wisdom and strategy are truly beyond my reach."

"As long as we brothers are united and work together, my methods are also your methods!"

"Brothers united, working together!" Lin Jialiang clinked glasses with Lin Su. "After this drink, it's time to bring the good news to Eldest Brother. You write this celebratory report yourself."

Those in the Literary World could send letters via goose.

Lin Su hadn't had the ability to write to his elder brother directly before, but now he did.

He wrote it very simply and finished quickly, but as he was sealing it, he paused...

"Third brother, what's wrong?"

"Second Brother, you said Eldest Brother is fighting on the frontier. Does he need War Poems too?"

"Of course!" Lin Jialiang was excited. "The War Poem you wrote last time is said to have spread throughout the army, becoming a powerful weapon for soldiers to kill enemies... Could it be that third brother has a new work?"

"The last poem, 'A Sword's Light Chills Forty Prefectures,' was to enhance individual combat power. Now, there's another one, designed for combined attacks, specifically to counter powerful enemies on the battlefield."

"That's wonderful!"

Lin Su picked up his brush and began to write in his unique style: "How is the will of today's beheading..."

Lin Jialiang recited it line by line, his eyes shining uncontrollably.

Another Seven-Colored War Poem, and just as his third brother had said, it was a combined attack poem, perfect for killing enemies on the battlefield.

How overjoyed would his elder brother be to receive such a miraculous poem?

Just as they expected, a golden goose broke through the air and landed in Lin Zheng's hands at the border defense. Lin Zheng opened the golden paper and was deeply shaken. His hands, which had never trembled even when killing thousands, now shook like leaves in the wind...

"Young Master, what major event has happened?"

Lin Zheng slowly looked up, his face covered in tears: "Third Brother won first place in the Provincial Examination!"

Ah! The old troops of the Zhang Family raised their long spears high simultaneously, their cheers shaking the heavens and earth.

"He also personally wrote a Seven-Colored War Poem and gifted it to me..."

"How is the will of today's beheading, starting a business is difficult, with many battles, from here to the underworld, muster the old troops..."

The battlefield suddenly churned with wind and clouds, and countless phantoms emerged from the bloody battlefield ahead. The soldiers on the city walls were all greatly alarmed.

"..." Lin Zheng forcefully stopped himself from reciting the last line and carefully put away the golden paper. This poem was extraordinary. This was not the time to fight the enemy. When a powerful foe appeared, that would be the time for this poem to display its great power, leaving behind the astonishing battle records of the Lin Family Iron Guard on the bloody battlefield!

While they were celebrating with thunderous joy and high spirits, on the other side of the city walls, a general's eyes flashed with fierce light.

The Lin Family Iron Guard was surprisingly tenacious. In three battles that should have been fatal, they had all managed to break through the enemy formations and return alive, thanks to that war poem. Now, what new gains had they made to be so ecstatic...

He needed to put in more effort to completely destroy the Lin Family Iron Guard.