Jingnian Zen Sect (Part 1)

Hearing the miserable screams of Zhu Jie and his daughter behind him, Shen Fei had no intention of looking back. Given what the father and daughter had done, this was the most fitting end possible.

In the several cities ruled by Zhu Jie, nine out of every ten households stood empty. Compared to that father and daughter, even the Four Great Bandits seemed somewhat kind.

Yet even so, Zhu Mei the Poisonous Plant had relied on her outstanding looks to gather no shortage of admirers beneath her skirts. One of them would later have become one of the Young Marshal Army's Ten Garrison Generals. Unfortunately for him, this time he had no chance to abandon darkness for the light—Shen Fei had already killed him.

"Kill and burn, earn a golden belt." That saying was indeed true at certain times in ancient feudal society, especially amid dynastic chaos. "Kill and burn, then accept imperial amnesty"—that was probably what it meant.

For all Zhu Jie was like this, if he had pledged allegiance to certain people, he could still have attained high office. As for his deeds, aside from Shen Fei, virtually no one in this era would have cared. Even Li Shimin would have gladly accepted his surrender, provided he did not betray him.

But for Shen Fei, people like that had only one outcome: death. Not just Zhu Jie—those who would later submit to the Turks and proclaim themselves their subjects, people like Liu Wuzhou, would meet the same end.

"There's quite a bit of wealth."

Looking at the riches stored in Zhu Jie's imperial palace, Shen Fei shook his head lightly. He then used the incredible Great Wrapping Cloth to collect it all. Zhu Jie had plundered enormous wealth, but unfortunately, within his territory, wealth was the least valuable