Emperor Ye, the Academic Underachiever, and His Super Black History

"An unknown special substance? But this thing possesses extremely strong spirituality, like a microscopic lifeform." Looking at the wisp of pale blue substance extracted in her hand.

From this wisp of material, Angel Yan sensed that it contained powerful spiritual energy.

Then she glanced down at Ye Chen below, her curiosity about him growing even stronger.

Below.

As Ye Chen made his move, those who had been clinging to life, their internal organs repaired, began to awaken one after another.

Seeing this, the family members standing guard nearby were instantly overcome with emotion, weeping tears of joy.

From despair, they had looked up to hope.

Now that hope had become reality, some elderly people, their minds relaxing after the shift from great sorrow to great joy, fainted outright.

For a moment, the scene descended into chaos again, and the surrounding medical staff rushed to provide treatment.

Seeing this, Ye Chen gave instructions to the waiting officials and then turned to leave.

A week later.

Yanhuang Empire, Silver Chain City.

In the central square, a massive stone monument was erected, densely covered with names.

These were the people who had died in this incident.

At the same time, in front of the great monument stood a huge altar, and Sumari's corpse lay conspicuously upon it.

At this moment, the central square was surrounded by official agency staff holding various instruments, broadcasting the event live nationwide.

Standing above the central square, Ye Chen looked down at the endless sea of citizens below, their eyes fixed on Sumari on the altar, filled with hatred.

Gazing at the crowd below, Ye Chen spoke: "Seven days ago, an otherworldly demon descended upon Silver Chain City, committing boundless bloodshed, resulting in the deaths of 327 law enforcement officers from Feng Hong District and 88,655 Imperial Citizens..."

Ye Chen's voice spread into the ears of the city's residents, and through the surrounding instruments, it reached every household across the entire empire.

Hearing these numbers, everyone was enraged. Since the founding of the Yanhuang Empire, as people came to understand the world situation and made comparisons, the Imperial Citizens, though they said nothing aloud, held deep pride in their hearts, for their nation was the strongest in the world—without equal.

And as war broke out, one triumphant report after another reaching the empire pushed that pride to its peak.

They held a conviction in their hearts: the empire was invincible.

Now, the incident of Sumari massacring large numbers of Imperial Citizens struck like a blow to the head, forcing them to face a fact—they were not yet strong enough.

And upon realizing this, their first thought was revenge, savage revenge, not fear.

Because they took pride in dying for the empire, and at the same time, they believed that if they died for the empire, the empire would not treat them poorly.

"The sacrifice... begins!!"

With his speech concluded, Ye Chen announced the start of the sacrifice under the expectant gazes of hundreds of millions of citizens.

Then his eyes turned to the altar below.

A group of staff dressed in Daoist robes stepped onto the altar and began carving patterns upon it.

These were people from the empire's Daoist Academy. Daoism, as the state religion of the Yanhuang Empire, had originated with Ye Chen and had now developed for over two hundred years.

Two centuries later, the Daoist sect's collection of books was vast and all-encompassing, containing millions of volumes on every conceivable subject.

Over so many years, through generations of research, to be honest, Ye Chen had no idea what these people had actually managed to uncover.

In any case, many of the empire's major festivals were handled by these Daoist priests.

It was rather amusing, really. Ye Chen, a man who had believed in Dao in his past life, was also the very first founder of the Yanhuang Empire's Daoist school.

Seventy years ago, when he went out on an inspection, it happened to be the enrollment period for the Daoist University.

Out of curiosity, he wanted to give it a try, and that time he nearly drove himself into a slump—because he scored only 326 points, while the admission line was 850, out of a perfect 1000.

In other words, he, the empire's first Daoist founder, had taken an exam and failed to even reach the passing mark. Absurd.

At the time, he was so frustrated that he spent several days going over Daoist knowledge again and again, wanting to redeem his shame.

But after studying for a few days, he had to admit one fact: having not studied for over a hundred years, he could no longer keep up with the empire's Daoist development.

There were so many knowledge points he couldn't understand, but he was too embarrassed to ask anyone, because that would be too humiliating.

And if anyone found out that he, the Emperor of the Yanhuang Empire, the supreme deity, the first Daoist founder, had failed the Daoist University entrance exam, his lifelong reputation would be ruined in an instant.

So, this dark history absolutely could not be leaked.

One month later.

The European continent. War began.

After the Sumari incident, the entire Yanhuang Empire, from top to bottom, had been holding back a surge of anger.

Seizing this opportunity, Ye Chen launched war against the European continent.

Standing above a battlefield.

Ye Chen looked down at the bloody battlefield below and couldn't help frowning, because he noticed something off about the technological development of these European nations.

"Could it be that my presence as a butterfly has caused these nations' technology to explode?!"

Thinking this, Ye Chen shook his head again, because the current timeline was only the 17th century.

Moreover, he had only started his war less than ten years ago. Even if these nations had experienced a surge in potential due to his threat, there was no way they could leap across more than two hundred years in such a short time and elevate their weapons and equipment to the level of World War I.

If it wasn't their own technological explosion, then someone must be backing them from the shadows.

And that person, or rather that force, was easy to guess.

Because on Blue Star, only the Denuo Civilization was concerned about whether this war would affect them.

After all, this war would inevitably spread to Huaxia sooner or later, and the remnants of the Denuo Civilization were all concentrated there.

However, with Dukao's abilities, he should have been able to investigate the Yanhuang Empire's information and easily see that the Yanhuang Empire and Huaxia shared the same origin.

So, since Dukao knew that the Yanhuang Empire and Huaxia were of the same lineage, and in the original storyline he had not interfered with dynastic changes, yet now he was secretly making a move—clearly, he didn't want Ye Chen to enter Huaxia.

Thinking this, Ye Chen couldn't help but smile: "Whether Imperial We enters Huaxia or not is not for an outsider like you to decide."

Two years later.

Europe, the capital of the United Kingdom.

Ye Chen struck a man with his spear, instantly smashing him to the ground. Then, with a flick of his weapon, he pinned the man heavily to the earth.

Landing on the ground, Ye Chen looked down at the man and sneered: "You people of the Denuo Civilization have made Imperial We search far and wide. How dare you meddle in this war.

Speak. How do you wish to die?!"

Ling Xuan lay on his back on the ground, a spear lodged in his stomach. The strange energy carried by the spear wildly ravaged the genes inside his body, causing him unbearable pain.

Hearing Ye Chen's words, Ling Xuan's pupils constricted, and a storm surged in his heart. He had never expected that Ye Chen, a native of Blue Star, would actually know about the Denuo Civilization.