Li Er, An Emperor's Word is Law

Once they heard about the restrictions after being listed, these Emperors immediately lost interest in the Investiture of the Gods.

Liu Che gave an awkward laugh and said, "Then there's no need. After all, I'm still young and don't think I'll need the Investiture of the Gods anytime soon."

Hearing this, Liu Bing's lips curved slightly as he teased, "It's fine. If you ever want to be listed in the future, just let me know. I'm quite generous to my employees, unlike some people who end up hanging from lampposts."

"No, no, thank you for the offer," Liu Che waved his hand.

Liu Bing turned his gaze to Zhang Jiao beside him and asked, "Daoist Master Zhang Jiao, are you willing to be listed?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jiao nodded without hesitation and replied, "This humble Daoist is willing to be listed. Please grant my request, Mister."

Who would want to die if they could live?

If he could avoid death, he would have more time to do more for the people of the world, and perhaps even have the chance to lead them out of the quagmire of chaotic times.

Liu Bing nodded, and a pen suddenly appeared in his hand. He dipped the brush and wrote Zhang Jiao's name on the Investiture of the Gods.

The moment Liu Bing put down his brush, Zhang Jiao felt as if he had undergone a transformative metamorphosis.

The aura of death that had lingered around his body vanished instantly, replaced by a surging, powerful life force that continuously flowed into him.

At this moment, he was reborn, shedding the previous feeling of imminent death. His body was filled with unprecedented vitality, and even his eyes became exceptionally bright and sharp.

Not only that, but he clearly felt a boundless power coursing through his limbs, as if a mere flick of his finger could command heaven and earth.

He looked at his hands in amazement, not intending to immediately use the power within his body. He bowed respectfully to Liu Bing, "Thank you, Mister. I will remember your kindness forever."

The Emperors, seeing Zhang Jiao transform from a pale and sickly state to one full of vigor and rosy complexion in an instant, had their eyes flickering.

Perhaps in the future, when someone close to them was dying and they were temporarily unable to save their life, they could ask Liu Bing for help.

Zhu Yuanzhang, in particular, was now much more active in his thoughts. Among these Emperors, he was the oldest and the one most likely to need the Investiture of the Gods first.

After all, the Fifteenth Year of Hongwu was only four years away. If Empress Ma and Zhu Xiong Ying were to die as recorded in the history of the Ming Dynasty, then he would need Liu Bing's help.

Liu Bing's lips curved slightly into a faint smile, and he said softly, "Daoist Master Zhang Jiao, you're being too formal! We're all in the same group. Helping each other is what we should do."

Hearing this, a warm current surged through Zhang Jiao's heart. He could feel that Liu Bing was speaking sincerely. Thus, he responded cheerfully, "Since that's the case, then this humble Daoist will not stand on ceremony."

"Earlier, you mentioned a method that could allow all the people in the world to live better lives. Could you tell this humble Daoist about it?"

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At this moment, Zhang Jiao no longer had the worry of imminent death. Since he wouldn't die, he should do something for the people of the world.

"There was once a person, much like Mister Zhang Jiao, who also saw the suffering of the people. He was originally a doctor and thought that by learning medicine, he could heal everyone in the world."

"Later, he saw the numbness of the people, their indifference as their countrymen died before their eyes, and he realized a truth: learning medicine could not save the world; healing the spirit was more urgent than healing the body."

Liu Bing paused here, and Zhang Jiao seemed lost in thought.

He felt deeply about these words. He had always adhered to healing and saving lives. But he had also seen many people who, even after being saved, were as good as not saved. Because although their bodies were alive, their spirits were gone.

After he saved them, they were like walking corpses, merely living numbly. They didn't know why they were alive; perhaps only their instinct for survival remained, and they just wanted to live.

At that time, he couldn't afford to dwell on these things because so many people were trapped in the quagmire of chaotic times and could die at any moment. He didn't have much time to ponder; he could only do his best.

Now, Liu Bing's words made him realize that merely saving people was useless. He even thought that if he died, the Yellow Turban Army he had gathered would immediately fall apart.

Just then, a thick red book suddenly appeared out of thin air in Liu Bing's hand. He held it up and offered it to Zhang Jiao, "It seems you've had some realization. This book should help you find the answer. Take it."

Zhang Jiao solemnly took the book, his gaze immediately drawn to the four gilded characters on the cover: Red Will.

Just by looking at the title, he could feel an inexplicable power continuously impacting his heart. It was as if a voice from the heavens told him that the book held the answer he sought.

At the same time, the surrounding Emperors, seeing this, all crowded around, looking expectantly at Liu Bing.

"Mister, could we have a copy of this book too? We also want all the people in the world to live good lives," Zhu Yuanzhang said to Liu Bing with a smile. He genuinely wanted the people of the world to live better lives, especially since he came from the bottom himself and knew how difficult life was for the common people.

Liu Bing looked at the Emperors with a half-smile and handed each of them a copy of Red Will: "Just take a look. You won't be able to use this book."

"What do you mean, Mister? We will definitely use this book well to benefit the common people," Li Shimin said. When Liu Bing said they couldn't use it, he felt that Liu Bing was looking down on them.

Who was he? The Emperor of the Great Tang, the future Khan of Khans, the Emperor who ushered in the prosperous era of the Great Tang. How could he not be able to use it?

Ying Zheng opened the book and saw a person on the first page, raising their hand. Beside it was a sentence, a sentence that made his scalp tingle.

[Long live the people!]

Ying Zheng understood. This book was definitely not suitable for them, the Emperors. After all, which Emperor would shout such a phrase? They could let the people live better lives, ensure they had plenty to eat and wear, and even make them all like dragons, but they would never say "Long live the people" to them.

Liu Che saw this as well. He said to Li Er with a half-smile, "Uh, Li Er, I'll just take a look at this book. I probably won't be able to use it. If you want to use it, you can't go back on your word. A ruler's word is his bond."

Hearing Liu Che's words, Li Shimin's heart skipped a beat. He felt that something was not right. He carefully opened the cover of the Red Will book and then saw the person and the sentence.

In an instant, Li Shimin's face turned green.

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