Yes—once an emperor had tasted something like Soaring Prefecture, who would be willing to let it go?
A heap of money landed in his hands, a thorn in his side was removed, and the people of the entire prefecture all felt the Emperor's immense grace.
The tangible and intangible alike had been played to the absolute extreme.
Every single one was something an emperor desired most.
For that alone, no matter how wildly Lin Xiaosu messed around, His Majesty would cooperate with him.
That was the art of imperial manipulation.
Let a troublemaker wreak havoc, use his hand to obtain what one wanted, and as for the future—if the uproar grew too great, simply kill the troublemaker to appease public anger. Would that not settle everything?
Lin Xiaosu did not care whether he would one day become a tool His Majesty sacrificed to the world. He cared about only one thing: gaining power quickly and strengthening himself quickly!
Linjiang Prefecture had almost perfectly replicated the cleansing of Soaring Prefecture.
The skies over two originally neighboring Jiangnan prefectures had thus changed color. What did that mean? At first, the skies over both prefectures had been black. Now, dawn had come!
That was called transformation.
With this change, another prefecture neighboring Linjiang Prefecture truly began to panic.
This prefecture was called West River Prefecture. West River Prefecture also had a sect, called the Azure Profound Sect.
It had to be said that crows under heaven were all equally black. Gate infiltration of the secular world was contagious; as long as someone did their homework well, there would never be a shortage of people copying it.
The Azure Profound Sect was a rising sect. In truth, it had been copying Dong Xuan and the Eight-Disk Sect.
Infiltrate the government, use money and beauty