History Has Fallen Ill-Chapter 107 : Jiang Yan: “At my command—The Underworld Descends!

Chapter 107: Jiang Yan: “At my command—The Underworld Descends!
Previously, Fuyuan hadn’t considered this possibility, but thinking it through carefully...
This was indeed the most likely explanation!
The Heavenly Treasure Tree sapling could absorb the aura of the heavens—this aligned with the traits of a God-path cultivator.
Furthermore, when high-level cultivators died, they themselves often produced extraordinary materials.
Perhaps this was the corpse of a great figure who had walked the Jia Wood Path. Instead of being buried anywhere in the Diseased Domain, their body lay within her.
Using a living being as a coffin!
Passed down and protected by the Dog-Folk lineage across generations, guarding the corpse against the Corpse-Dissolution Court’s desecration.
With that, Fuyuan's face turned pale. She swiftly made up her mind, turned her back to the crowd, and pulled open her clothes in front of Jiang Yan. Amidst the snowy white, she pointed at her heart and said:
"The Heavenly Treasure Tree sapling has been guarded by the High Priest lineage for generations, rooted in the heart. If not given willingly, it can self-destruct to prevent others from taking it.
But I, Fuyuan, am willing to offer this treasure to you, my lord. Let my life bring peace to this realm—then I shall have no regrets. I only ask for your mercy... leave a spark for my people, just a small patch of land to continue on."
Fuyuan was beautiful, and coupled with her beast ears, she resembled a monster girl from a manga. Now, with her face filled with stubbornness and self-sacrifice, her delicate air grew even stronger.
Born with the Widow Holy Physique.
Jiang Yan stared intently at her heart, lost in thought.
Though Fuyuan was a little naïve, facing such a burning gaze—even without lust in his eyes—she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.
Seeing Jiang Yan hesitate, she thought he misunderstood her intentions as emotional blackmail. So she pulled out a yellow talisman dagger from her thigh and aimed it at her heart, ready to carve out the Heavenly Treasure Tree to offer it to him.
To rely on the strong—this was the way to survive.
Buzz!
Yet as the blade touched her snowy skin, it was stopped by a Heart Monkey arm, unable to move another inch.
Crack—
Another Heart Monkey arm snapped the yellow talisman dagger in two. It burned mid-air into drifting ash, gently pulling her clothes back over her.
Fuyuan stared blankly at Jiang Yan, unsure what this meant.
“When did I ever say that the Heavenly Treasure Tree came from the corpse of some great figure? Don’t make up your own drama. Besides...”
Jiang Yan looked into the distance. Having obtained the information he wanted, he said calmly:
“Don’t die in front of me. It’s just more trouble.”
“……”
Fuyuan was stunned. She offered a treasure and it turned into a burden?
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a thunderous tremor echoed from afar. Sand and dust surged forward—like a sandstorm descending.
Clatter-clatter-clatter!
Hundreds of Vajravārāhī Tummo cavalry burned with flames. The leader hoisted the Corpse-Dissolution Court's Dragon Banner, tearing and scorching the land like a spear.
In the skies, rotting corpse vultures soared, blotting out the heavens with hoarse, grating screeches.
Beasts of misfortune stalked the land, surrounded by numerous Corpse-Dissolution walking corpses, exuding the scent of Immortal Paste.
Bloodhounds flooded the battlefield, their savage human faces opening giant maws, tendrils writhing forth—longing to devour life.
Behind them, a massive Corpse Mountain Elephant lumbered forward. Upon its back stood numerous Corpse-Dissolution Court elites, their eyes on Jiang Yan boiling with murderous intent.
Never had they imagined that a single human could toy with them so thoroughly—and even destroy the corpse-world worm.
Atop the elephant’s skull sat a white bone throne. Wu Sangui leaned against it, locking eyes with Jiang Yan across the battlefield.
At that moment, the world fell silent.
“It’s over!”
Zhou Xiaoxiao, Liang Yao, and the others looked grim—never expecting...
That Wu Sangui and his forces would return so soon.
Now, things were dire. Originally they had planned for guerrilla warfare. Now they were forced into a decisive battle!
Three generals of the Corpse-Dissolution Court stepped forward.
Commander Bear sneered: “Before we left for the old Yellow Talisman capital, I thought you were some hero. Turns out you’re just a cowardly rat.”
Commander Donkey shrieked: “Without the corpse-world worm tunnel, even with wings you can't escape General Wu!”
His voice was sharp, laced with soul-shaking power. Many Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk twisted in pain.
Jiang Yan, however, remained expressionless.
Commander Monkey chuckled: “So naïve. You think you can buy time like this? The Corpse-Dissolution Court will soon be informed, and a new worm will reconstruct the tunnel. All you’ve done is anger us—and earned a more terrible fate.”
Jiang Yan didn’t reply. He simply looked at him like one would a corpse, and spoke softly:
“It’s time.”
Commander Monkey laughed, “Still playing tricks? We won’t fall for that again—”
Crack!
His chest burst open.
His eyes widened in shock—for it wasn’t Jiang Yan who struck him, but something from behind.
At the same time, black mist coiled around the three Corpse-Dissolution generals. In mere breaths, they aged, rotted, and turned to ash.
Their Foundations and Law Seeds were grasped by Wu Sangui’s massive hand—tossed into the mouth of an imperial head, who devoured them with pleasure. The face of a Qing dynasty prince showed delight, while the youth beside him looked increasingly disgusted.
“What!?”
The soldiers under those three generals didn’t even have time to react before Wu Sangui’s Guanning undead iron cavalry gunned them down.
The Vajravārāhī cavalry stood frozen, unsure what to do.
This sudden betrayal left everyone dumbfounded.
And yet the slaughter continued. A dying Corpse Buddha Lama roared:
“Wu Sangui, you despicable traitor! You’ve betrayed the Corpse-Dissolution Court again—may you die a horrible—”
Before he could finish, Wu Sangui grabbed him like a chick and inhaled deeply.
“AAAAHHH!”
With agonized wails, black dust was forcibly ripped from the lama’s seven orifices—coalescing into a black wraith shaped like the lama. It was bound and imprisoned.
“Death... is so delicious.”
Listening to the chaos and killing, Wu Sangui turned to Jiang Yan and said:
“Though the corpse-world worm was born from my ‘Meritorious Deeds,’ it long ago became a surveillance tool, watching my every move. Any betrayal would trigger a ritual backlash.
But you killed it naturally. That creature was like a dog leash, binding me to a life of servitude. At last...”
He sighed with emotion: “I’ve broken these chains.”
As a warlord recorded in history, you could scorn his morals—but not his military prowess.
He’d seen through Jiang Yan’s provocation from the start.
But he let it play out on purpose. Left the weakest Lama and an outsider commander as convenient targets for betrayal—lest Jiang Yan lose the fight.
Once the corpse-world worm was destroyed, he rushed back immediately.
Jiang Yan said calmly, “We’re just using each other.”
This surprisingly cordial exchange sparked Zhou Xiaoxiao’s curiosity.
Was this... a defection arc? To join forces and seek out the great figure’s corpse from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom?
A win-win cooperation could indeed earn high marks.
Just be careful not to get backstabbed by this legendary traitor of the Qing.
Yet in the next second—
More Guanning undead iron cavalry surged from all directions, sealing off every escape.
Within the ranks, dozens of square-cap Taoists marched while chanting, pointing to the ground.
Wherever they passed, the land turned pitch-black, emanating underworld aura.
Su Baitao’s face darkened: “That’s Underworld Soil—it counters Five Element Escape Techniques, prevents fleeing, and greatly empowers the undead. Ordinary lifeforms will be corroded by its aura.”
Liang Yao murmured, “As expected of Wu Sangui. He crushes all chances with overwhelming force.”
Wu Sangui declared from above:
“This place is surrounded. You can’t escape.
Sima A’man, as a pawn, I admire your courage and wisdom. Even a pawn can become a general. Join me, and I’ll grant you kingship. Together we’ll rebuild the Great Zhou at the border between Ming and Qing, occupy a few Diseased Domains, and when we’re strong enough, replace the Corpse-Dissolution Court and reign over the living world.”
He reached toward Jiang Yan, drawing a grand vision.
Truly, as an old master of power, he excelled in the art of talent recruitment.
At first glance, he didn’t look like a backstabbing traitor—but rather a noble seeking worthy followers.
No wonder he could rally so many in chaotic times.
Jiang Yan looked hesitant. “Though my stomach is fine... your past deeds are too vile. That dream is hard to digest.”
“You may not understand me, but clever men like you should. History is written by victors. If I succeed, I’ll build the Great Zhou and protect all Han people. It’s just... time was against me. I died of illness while driving out the Tartars.”
Wu Sangui stood tall and said flatly:
“This time, Heaven gave me a second chance. So what if the Corpse-Dissolution Court stole my ‘Meritorious Deeds’? I’ll forge new glory!”
Jiang Yan clapped: “Such ambition! You do have the makings of a ruler!”
“If you agree to one condition, I—Sima A’man—will swear to Heaven right now and serve under you.”
“Let’s hear it.” Wu Sangui was curious.
Jiang Yan replied sheepishly, “After joining... could you send Chen Yuanyuan my way?”
Not for lust—just curiosity. Would such ancient beauties birth “Meritorious Deeds” too?
Silence fell.
Except for the Yellow Talisman Dog-Folk—who didn’t understand history—everyone was stunned.
“What did he just say!?”
The neutral Vajravārāhī cavalry widened their eyes and stepped back in horror.
Don’t drag us into death with you!
This was a point-blank ultimate attack!
Everyone knew—Wu Sangui had defected to the Qing largely over that woman.
Even if it was just an excuse, it proved Chen Yuanyuan’s place in his heart.
You, “Sima,” are fake.
But A’man—he’s the real A’man!
After all, Cao Cao’s courtesy name was A’man.
“……”
Wu Sangui squinted, the air grew heavy. His tone turned cold:
“You mocking me?”
“You started it.”
Jiang Yan shook his head. “You took Ming’s salary, then betrayed country and kin. How can you talk to me about sharing wealth and power? Even your Guanning Cavalry is only bound by brute force.”
Wu Sangui replied coldly: “For a general to succeed, ten thousand must die. Their sacrifice was to build a better nation—it was meaningful.”
Jiang Yan scoffed: “Only because you were strong. If it was your turn to die, you'd be the first to curse the heavens.”
“Stubborn fool.”
Wu Sangui lost interest. He waved his hand—the Guanning Cavalry received their orders.
“Capture him!”
RUMBLE!
As his words fell, the cavalry charged. The ground shook violently, death aura engulfing all.
Jiang Yan replied coolly:
“Since arriving in this world, I’ve heard the echoes of karma—the wails of souls you’ve slain.”
“You plan to avenge them? How childish.” Wu Sangui laughed.
“No.”
Jiang Yan shook his head.
“They... have returned.”
As he spoke, behind him, endless corpse aura erupted—shaking the Diseased Domain.
“Welcome the descent of the Underworld!”
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