Long Live the Sacred King!!!

On the fifth day of the fifth month in the fourteenth year of Yuankang, summer began.

That day, the sky stretched clear for ten thousand miles, with auspicious clouds blanketing the heavens.

As early as dawn, Martial Saints had acted to regulate heaven and earth, dispersing the few gloomy clouds that had originally hung overhead. Within the Capital City, crowds thronged and clamor filled the air. Across hundreds of streets, lanterns and decorations adorned every corner.

Countless commoners stepped out of their homes, radiant smiles upon their faces.

This was the day Jiang Che ascended the throne and became emperor. It was also the day their excitement reached its peak. As native residents of the Capital City, every one of them had received gifts from the imperial court.

Rice, flour, grain, oil, and even silver—they had all received a share of celebratory money.

Yet that was not what delighted them most. What truly made them happy was that the realm had finally welcomed long-awaited stability. Ever since a century ago, signs of unrest had already appeared throughout the land.

In recent years, the world had descended even further into chaos.

Countless commoners had been displaced. Even the Capital City had suffered calamities time and again. Everyone had lived in a state of panic, believing this turbulent age would last for a long time.

After all, looking across the dynasties, chaos always lasted at least several decades.

What pleasantly surprised them was that this troubled age had completely ended within merely a few years. A man named Jiang Che had emerged from nowhere and suppressed all the heroes of the realm.

He had brought them peace.

That was what made them happiest.

They did not care who became emperor or who became Son of Heaven. They only cared whether they could