The rise of bandits was inevitable in chaotic times. Life for the people of Jing Kingdom had grown increasingly difficult. After hearing that the emperor of Sheng Kingdom was a benevolent ruler, they longed to live in peace and stability as soon as possible. So they were no longer as opposed to an invasion by Sheng Kingdom.
Under these circumstances, more and more soldiers surrendered, and the situation at the front grew increasingly unfavorable.
Tan Tai Ming Lang looked at the urgent reports arriving three times a day. He knew that if things continued this way, Jing Kingdom would soon be lost. For now, he had no time to worry about Tan Tai Jin, so he immediately summoned his trusted aide, Fu Yu.
Fu Yu had trained in the Dao, but Tan Tai Ming Lang had once done her a kindness. Her heart had become deeply attached to him, and that was why she stayed by his side.
Tan Tai Jin knew that relying on ordinary troops could no longer turn the tide. Anxiously, he asked, "Fu Yu, you're all cultivators. Is there some way to make soldiers fight without fear of death?"
Fu Yu understood the difficulties Tan Tai Ming Lang was facing. After hesitating for a moment, she replied, "I've heard of a method that can turn people into Weak Water Puppets. They feel no pain and charge forward without hesitation. But it goes against the natural order, so I don't think Your Majesty should do it."
Tan Tai Ming Lang couldn't afford to worry about that. His voice urgent, he said, "Fu Yu, the ministers are all wavering, and the soldiers have no desire to serve the country. They all want to surrender. Jing Kingdom could fall at any moment. How can I worry about the people's