"So that's how it is. It seems the emperor of the Great Song is so foolish and incompetent that even the immortals in heaven can no longer stand it," Wu Song said.
"Indeed. In the near future, the Jurchens will breach the Great Song's capital and carry off two generations of emperors, along with their ministers and consorts. History will call it the Jingkang Incident," the system said.
"What? How dare the Jurchens do such a thing! Do they think the Great Song has no men to defend it?" Wu Song roared, his eyes blazing and veins bulging.
"Hmph. Even the strongest army can do nothing when saddled with such a pack of foolish emperors and ministers," the system said.
"Damn them! They infuriate me!" Wu Song raged helplessly.
"That is why I, an immortal, have descended upon you: to help you conquer every corner of the realm and sweep all beneath heaven. So, Wu Song, are you ready?" the system asked.
"What use is a court like that? I'll do it! If I fail, I'll die for the cause. What is there to fear?" Wu Song said.
"Good! You truly are the hero I chose. With me here, you can rest assured that our great undertaking will succeed," the system said.
Wu Song nodded. "Then what do I do next?"
"First, carry this tiger down the ridge and establish your fame as Wu Song the Tiger Slayer," the system said.
At that, Wu Song hoisted the tiger onto his shoulder, took up the Phoenix-Winged Gilt Trident, and started down the ridge.
A few miles later, he spotted several hunters disguised as tigers. "More tigers!" Startled, Wu Song flung the dead tiger to the ground and watched the figures ahead warily.
The hunters were startled too. They stared at Wu