History Has Fallen Ill-Chapter 123 : Earth-Shattering Phenomenon! Suppressed with One Finger!

Chapter 123: Earth-Shattering Phenomenon! Suppressed with One Finger!
Pan’an Tide Secret Society Branch Stronghold.
It was a classical Jiangnan-style manor, constructed with a landscaped layout—rockeries rose, and all kinds of fish swam through the flowing waters.
"Gah gah gah!"
In the sky, a few crows flew by, letting out hoarse, low cries as if foretelling approaching calamity—an eerily fitting scene.
Because the surrounding streets had already been blocked off to keep ordinary people out.
When the 【Pan’an Tide Secret Society】 chose this site, they specifically selected a remote location, so normal traffic remained unaffected.
Inside, numerous members of the society's affiliated forces were handcuffed with rune shackles exclusive to Transcendents, squatting on the ground with dazed expressions.
"Damn it!"
A few core members clenched their fists with darkened faces, but dared not resist. They could only protest:
"Do you have any evidence? And you're just sealing it off like this?"
"Commander Jiang’s word *is* evidence."
A Bureau of Historical Revision employee passing by heard this and replied matter-of-factly.
Just that one line left them speechless.
What kind of ridiculous reason was that?
Was there no justice? No law?
Yet all the other Bureau members continued silently inventorying the items and sealing evidence—none of them objected to that statement.
At this moment, the Transcendents of the Pan’an Tide Secret Society only felt...
The sky had gone dark!
Though the workload was enormous, everyone wore delighted expressions.
Because purging dark forces earned point rewards.
Normally, dark factions liked to shoot and run—slippery like rats in the sewer.
Divination wasn't always accurate, especially since these guys liked exploiting the gaps when Diseased Domains flushed into the real world to fish in troubled waters.
It usually took an incident to realize something was wrong—a reactive approach, and often when the Bureau was at its most exhausted.
Chasing recklessly could easily lead to injury or even sacrifice—the risks were enormous.
But... the moment this new commander arrived, he offered no nonsense. He directly gave them the locations of two dark faction lairs.
And even laid out a detailed action plan—they only needed to follow it.
Seal every exit, bombard with talismans, release toxic smoke, and flood the area.
Shut the doors and beat the dog.
The most terrifying part: Commander Jiang predicted every move they’d make, even anticipating their dying struggles, listing the responses in advance.
For instance, the second dark faction leader, seeing defeat imminent, tried to perish together with them—but everyone maintained a safe fifty-meter distance.
The enemy’s ability had a max range of forty meters to detonate the blood of living beings.
So he died with hatred.
Like...
A puppet manipulated at will!
In the end, they took down two Foundation-level dark factions with only three members sustaining minor injuries.
Not because Jiang Yan's plan was flawed, but because...
They charged too eagerly, trying to steal credit and got friendly-fired by teammates.
They’d already gone to write self-criticism s.
In one day, they earned half a year’s bonus performance.
This wasn’t just a genius—this was the God of Wealth in the flesh!
"The difference between working under different bosses is huge!"
Everyone sighed in their hearts. Even if most came with dreams, sincerely wanting to protect the lights of ten thousand homes...
But... one must eat to work harder—heroes shouldn't bleed *and* weep.
You could say Jiang Yan used the dark forces to fund bonuses and complete his own mission.
He maxed out all his subordinates' loyalty.
His staff gained tangible benefits.
The Bureau of Historical Revision removed a hidden threat in advance.
All three sides were satisfied.
Even if the upcoming Transcendents’ conference faced issues, it wouldn't affect his authority—many employees were already firmly on his side.
But unexpectedly, just hours before the conference, he suddenly ordered the sealing of the 【Pan’an Tide Secret Society】.
Though shocked, no one raised objections. Instead, they thought...
This dark faction sure hid deep!
Why else wouldn’t they register with the Bureau?
Secretary Yao, dressed in office lady attire, black stockings and long legs striding through the site, oversaw the operation while reviewing relevant data:
"【Pan’an Tide Secret Society】 originated with Ming Dynasty sea merchants. Through the modern Pan’an River shipping system, it developed a unique maritime interest chain centered on Yuhuan Island, binding many salt merchants.
Even when the Ming fell and princes perished, they remained active into the Qing era, with close ties to foreign merchants, especially those from White Sakura."
A nearby recordkeeper sneered: "Back then, the Great Qing’s entry likely owed to their support—or the gentry backing them. But who would've thought their kept dogs would turn into tigers and harvest their own masters."
"Don't let personal emotions interfere with work."
Secretary Yao reminded, then continued: "The society worships many sea, shipping, and tide-related deities. Unlike Mazu of Fuzhou, most are unofficial, wild gods—basically monsters.
The present-day 【Pan’an Tide Secret Society】 includes many descendants of the original organization, primarily from the You and You surnames. When they sink into history, they connect via anchor points, making it easier to enter related Diseased Domains and gain inheritance. Now, they control considerable shipping.
Since Commander Jiang claims they’re involved in sacrificial rituals, could they have acquired some method of offering to evil gods?"
Yet after a full search, nothing unusual was found.
Secretary Yao frowned and pondered.
Then said, "Perhaps we weren’t thorough enough—search again."
"Understood!"
The rest responded, searching anew with a floor-scraping level of diligence.
After the last two operations, they held deep faith in Commander Jiang's divine calculations—he wouldn’t be wrong.
It must be they hadn’t searched carefully enough.
Right, the lake should also be checked.
This scene infuriated and alarmed You Bu, deputy head of the Pan’an branch and peak Foundation level. He growled:
"Your Bureau of Historical Revision suddenly sealing our site—you realize the economic and reputational damage? Who’s in charge? I’m filing a complaint!"
Secretary Yao calmly replied, "Commander Jiang said he takes full responsibility. If you’ve got a problem, take it up with him. I can give you his number if you’d like."
"……"
The rest of You Bu’s words got stuck in his throat. He trembled with rage and spat out, "Fine, fine! I’ll go you to headquarters! What, does he think he can blot out the sky with one hand?"
"Gah gah!"
Just then, a raven suddenly descended from the sky, landing atop the rockery in the lake, letting out a sharp cry.
In that moment, though You Bu’s expression remained calm, his eyes betrayed a flicker of nervousness, palms sweating.
How did they find *that* place?
"That’s... a raven!"
This drew the attention of many Bureau employees.
After all, Hangzhou didn’t have many crows, yet they’d kept appearing during every dark faction sweep, soaring overhead.
Their size reached a startling one meter. Even specially bred spirit-sensing dogs cowered before them—clearly extraordinary.
Most likely, a spirit pet raised by Commander Jiang.
Secretary Yao, catching on, ordered, "Send the spirit-sensing dogs to check the lake’s center!"
Boom!
Suddenly, a tsunami-like aura swept through, pinning everyone in place—unable to move.
Over a dozen spirit-sensing dogs lay prostrate, growling deeply.
Secretary Yao barely kept her footing and stared at the figure that had appeared at the lake’s center—a long-haired man in a black robe, with a goatee.
He stood on the water’s surface, with countless fish swimming toward him, as if crowding around the ruler of water.
Secretary Yao recognized him, her gaze sharpening:
"You Haisheng... you actually came back!"
The man before her was none other than the head of the Pan’an Tide Secret Society’s Hangzhou branch, and one of the two direct bloodlines of the Ancient Talisman Realms.
Once hailed as a renowned genius—
At twenty-seven, he ascended to the Law Seed stage. Now, at thirty, he had reached the mid-stage of Law Seed, cultivating a water-elemental Law-Qi of mid-to-high grade.
It was hoped he would reach the pinnacle of Law Seed before fifty and possibly achieve the title of True Person.
According to Bureau of Historical Revision intel, hadn’t he returned to Ouyue City for some matter?
Why was he suddenly back?
"Just happened to forget something. Didn't expect to catch you bullying your own people."
You Haisheng lightly shook his head, curious: "I’ve been in Hangzhou for many years, yet never heard of a Commander with the surname Jiang. Is he new?"
"Commander Jiang was just transferred from the Pan’an Sub-Bureau," Secretary Yao replied sternly. "Are you trying to obstruct the search?"
"Of course not. Our Pan’an Tide Secret Society is a proper organization."
You Haisheng said calmly, "Do you have a search warrant?"
Secretary Yao produced one—stamped with Jiang Yan's seal.
You Haisheng’s eyes flickered slightly. His aura erupted, sweeping across the surroundings. Everyone felt submerged in the deep sea, crushed by a terrifying water pressure that might liquefy them at any moment.
Just when Secretary Yao thought he might lash out in desperation, he spoke:
"I, You Haisheng, have always walked a righteous path. I cannot tolerate injustice—but I also won't allow others to trample over me!"
As he spoke, he looked at the raven perched on the rockery, as though peering through its black eyes to the master behind it.
"Roar!"
Water flowed and coiled around him, forming a roaring water dragon that howled toward the rockery.
The raven flapped its wings and took flight. A second later, the rockery beneath it exploded, sending dust skyward and pebbles splashing into the lake.
The fish swam fearlessly toward the disturbance, thinking it was food.
As the dust settled, the rockery had collapsed, leaving a large pit—empty. No trace of a hidden chamber.
This sight made many Bureau members frown.
These people hid things really well!
No wonder no one had previously suspected them of being a dark faction.
Secretary Yao blurted, "You’re destroying evidence?!"
"..."
You Haisheng was briefly speechless. Wasn't this supposed to prove his innocence?
Just how thoroughly had these people been brainwashed by this new commander?
"Pan’an Sub-Bureau... surname Jiang. Could it be... Jiang Yan?"
He thought of the recently rising star and said mildly, "I thought he was a promising junior worth befriending. Turns out he’s this rude. In that case, I’ll detain all of you until he comes to apologize in person."
As he spoke, he looked at the raven flying overhead and snapped his sleeve:
"I hate noise above my head. Come down!"
Water surged in the air, turning into a tide crashing upward, fierce and overwhelming.
Water-elemental Technique—Tide-Sweeping Sleeve!
But the moment the wave neared the raven, it shattered with a boom, transforming into torrential rain, pelting the lake’s surface.
"Interesting."
You Haisheng squinted. He hadn’t expected these so-called spirit pets to deflect his attack.
"Gah gah gah!"
The ravens flew overhead, black-red eyes gazing down with cold indifference—as if staring at a dead man.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Their wings stirred, sending a storm of black-red feathers raining down like arrows.
"Tide Shield!"
You Haisheng stood unmoving. Water formed a massive mirror-like shield around him, calm but infused with tide-force that shredded all before it.
Crack! Crack!
Feathers shattered upon impact.
But in the next instant—
The feathers turned into black-red gas. The once-pure water became poisonous, infectious with disease and venom, spreading through the currents.
"Not good!"
Just inhaling it made You Haisheng feel his body wailing. His flesh began to rot. Terrified, he held his breath and let purifying streams of water flow over his body as a barrier. His gaze turned frosty:
"Despicable tricks, but still only—"
Before he could finish, a dozen ravens suddenly shattered, black-red gas billowing outward—
Forming a massive eye of calamity, wreathed in endless tendrils of doom, peering coldly from above.
In the blink of an eye, overwhelming pressure engulfed the entire Pan’an Tide Secret Society compound.
"What... is that!?"
Everyone froze in shock, backs chilled. Fear surged uncontrollably.
Even Secretary Yao began to doubt...
Was this really sent by Commander Jiang? Or was it a demonic cultivator in disguise?
Crack crack crack!
From the eye, a colossal finger emerged—etched in immense detail, vast and imposing.
A single finger pressed down!
Boom!
"Arrogant!"
You Haisheng roared. Boundless spiritual energy surged forth, his mana channeling into his 【Mid-grade Law Seed—Whale of Tides】.
Splash!
Raging currents condensed into a titanic water whale, leaping into the air. Its ethereal cry echoed, trembling the void.
The whale lunged at the black-red finger, intent on shattering it.
Bang!
But at the moment of contact—no contest. The 【Law Seed—Whale of Tides】 shattered instantly into nothingness.
"Impossible!?"
You Haisheng was in disbelief. His full-powered strike was crushed like paper.
He tried to retreat—but the surrounding space had sealed. His transcendent danger-sense flared wildly with death’s scent.
He had become the prophesied tribulation-taker in a story.
Calamities upon him. No escape. No retreat.
This was—Finger of All-Beings’ Tribulation!
"Open up—aaaargh!"
No matter what he did, he could only watch helplessly as the finger descended, crushing his energy, protections, and spiritual treasures—reducing him to ash, slamming him into the lake.
Rumble!
Amid earth-shaking booms, water exploded ten meters high, the ground trembled, and hundreds of fish were flung onto the shore, twitching feebly.
What was once a scenic lake now became a giant crater.
As dust settled—
You Haisheng lay within, pinned by calamity ravens, unable to move.
His face was one of disbelief. He roared, "Which Law Seed peak expert is doing this!? Why target our Pan’an Tide Secret Society like this!?"
But a raven claw covered his mouth—silencing him.
An invisible anti-magic force seeped into his Foundation, becoming chains that sealed his powers.
With difficulty, he opened his eyes—only to see golden-threaded dragon-pattern boots cross the threshold, striding like a tiger.
Those hands—he remembered vividly.
Slender, long-fingered, clear-jointed. No trace of spiritual energy, yet the world seemed to darken around them.
They stirred fate. They created calamity.
All Bureau members, including Secretary Yao, bowed respectfully to the owner of those hands:
"Commander Jiang!"
At those words, You Haisheng froze.
It was... Jiang Yan!?
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