"Have you offended anyone in your daily life?"
Li Fan looked bewildered: "I stay at ho all day, never stepping out beyond the courtyard, where would I offend anyone..."
Suddenly, Li Fan seed to recall his aunt’s unusual behavior earlier, and shivered violently: "Could it be..."
He hurriedly recounted the village chief eyeing their land.
"..."
"Just a village chief, could he possess such thods?" The other person was skeptical.
"It must be him! I heard that the village chief’s son is quite literate. This rebellious poem must have been written by him!" Li Fan said fiercely.
The room next door fell into an eerie silence.
In the darkness, only Li Fan’s curses echoed continuously.
A few days later, without reason, Li Fan suddenly burst into tears of despair.
"A man should face death boldly. Crying and wailing, what image does that present?" The voice next door rebuked him angrily.
"Over these days, I’ve co to understand. My worthless life could be ended with an execution and it wouldn’t matter. But I pity my aunt, who because of , at such an old age, suffers like this."
"I lost my parents at a young age, and it was my aunt who tirelessly raised . Though there is no blood relation, I’ve long regarded her as my mother..." Li Fan was overwheld with grief, wailing endlessly.
He only stopped when he was completely exhausted.
Late one night, ca the whispered words from next door again: "Filial piety is the greatest virtue. With such affection for your aunt, you are not entirely without hope."
Li Fan slumped to the ground, seemingly not hearing.
Then suddenly, he leapt up in shock.
Because in the darkness, it felt as though a sticky, damp snake was winding its way up to him.
"What is this..."
"Silence, it’s !"
Li Fan stared carefully, and saw coiled around his leg, though it appeared like a long python, it had a human head!
"Is it a ghost? Am I dead?"
Li Fan was frightened, hurriedly feeling his neck, thinking his head had been chopped off and he was seeing ghosts.
The snake head nearly laughed in anger, tightening slightly, restraining Li Fan’s panicked movents.
"This is the Wandering Dragon Hundred Transformations Technique! What ghosts or gods are there!"
"Who are you indeed, senior?" Only after a long ti did Li Fan slowly co to terms with this rather terrifying being, and carefully asked.
"You need not know my na. You need only know that I can save you to escape with your life!"
"Is this true?" Li Fan’s voice suddenly rose, but quickly realized, and lowered it again.
"No indeed, if you possessed such abilities, you would have left long ago. Why would you still be trapped here?"
The other scoffed coldly: "I just don’t want to leave. I’ve grown accustod to living here, the bustling world outside can’t compare to the freedom here. Enough talk, will you learn or not. After today, who knows if I might change my mind tomorrow. If not for your show of filial piety..."
Li Fan didn’t imdiately agree, hesitatingly.
"Once escaped, I’m afraid I will be solidified as a rebel, never able to clear my na in this lifeti..."
"Dying, you will certainly not be able to clear your na. Moreover, your aunt is old, afraid she can’t last many days in this prison. Once it doesn’t co to execution, she won’t make it." The other mocked.
Li Fan’s expression shifted: "Fine, I will learn!"
Seven days later: "How are you so useless? Such a simple technique, yet you can’t learn it!"
Thirty days later: "Finally initiated into it, and it’s only because I’ve passed all my inner strength to you. Ah, I ended up with such a useless disciple."
One hundred and three days later, with only seven days left until the execution.
Li Fan finally mastered the ability to transform into a dragon to escape the death cell.
At departure, he deeply gestured at the ntor whose na he never knew, now reduced to a re skeleton.
Then quietly fled.
The first thing Li Fan did after escaping was to seek traces of his aunt.
Upon hearing the news, he was struck as if by lightning.
It turned out that just three days before, his aunt had died unable to endure the harsh conditions of the prison.
"Impossible! Impossible!"
Li Fan seed maddened, only stopping once he confird his aunt’s corpse.
"Ahhhhhh!"
He shed uncontrollable tears, regretting endlessly: "Had I learned faster, could I have saved my aunt?"
"Why am I so clumsy? I truly deserve to die!"
Li Fan was in such agony that he could barely breathe, holding his aunt’s body in anguish.
Until the tears dried and his throat was hoarse.
Slowly, he pulled himself together.
With grief-stricken determination, Li Fan buried his aunt’s body.
Then his eyes burned with the fierce flas of vengeance.
"Aunt, if you have awareness below, watch make them pay with their lives!"
In the darkness, a fearso dragon swiftly traversed the land.
Ard with supre technique, Li Fan effortlessly captured the county magistrate and the entire village chief’s family.
Under questioning, it was indeed the village chief who coveted his family’s land and falsely accused him. Simultaneously bribing the county magistrate to cent the testimony rapidly.
"Spare , Xiao Fan, spare ! Your uncle knows he was wrong..."
The village chief wept profusely, begging for rcy continuously.
Because of Li Fan’s supernatural display, he was scared to the point of soiling himself.
Li Fan glared with fury in his eyes, without a trace of rcy, still burning with rage: "It’s easy to spare you..."
"Return my aunt’s life!"
With a palm strike, he smashed the village chief’s head to pieces.
Red and white matter splattered, as Li Fan, killing for the first ti, vented his fury, slaughtering all the criminals present.
The village chief was still explainable, but the county magistrate was a governnt official.
Li Fan, in a fit of rage, killed the county magistrate, and was now undoubtedly a rebel.
"If that’s the case, then let’s rebel against this damned empire!"
In the throes of emotion, Li Fan used the blood on the ground to write on the walls, his rebellious poem.
"Today the storm rises from the earth, writing history of the past!"
Then signed: "The killer was Li Fan!"
Without a backward glance, he swiped his sleeves and left.
In the Da Xuan dynasty, citizens being oppressed by officials was common.
But the world was stable for a long ti, and as long as people could survive, they wouldn’t join the rebels.
Li Fan led the uprising, but few responded.
The governnt quickly dispatched troops to suppress them, but Li Fan, relying on the Hundred Transformations Dragon Skill, repelled the soldiers repeatedly.
Then he claid a mountain and beca king, raising the flag of "Acting on Heaven’s behalf", recruiting talent, stockpiling food, waiting for the opportune mont.
In subsequent years, coincidentally there was the Great Drought in Jiangnan and the Locust Plague.
Famine spread, and people faced dire straits.
Li Fan seized the opportunity and ignited the fla of uprising.
This ti, throughout Da Xuan, many responded.
After ten years, Li Fan finally led them into Xuanjing.
Overthrowing the old dynasty, adorning the yellow robe, ruling the world.
"I desire to posthumously honor my aunt as Empress Dowager, what do the courtiers think?"
That day, in court, Li Fan suddenly posed this question.
The courtiers looked at each other in astonishnt.
Yet soone who knew Li Fan’s story decisively spoke: "The minister believes this action is comndable!"
"Everyone knows, His Majesty was solely raised by his aunt after losing his parents at an early age."
"Raised tenderly as a child, the grace is like a mother’s love..."
Saying much was said, most courtiers stood shocked.
Seeing Li Fan’s satisfied expression, others regretted wholeheartedly.
Ultimately, Li Fan posthumously honored Bai Shuyue as Empress Dowager Zhao Hui, with official rites informing the ancestors. Bestowing gold books and jade seals, the courtiers performing four bows.
Li Fan personally composed the "Mother’s Love and Thought" hymn, erected altars outside Xuanjing, and burned parchnt to thank the heavens.
Additionally, he ordered the construction of a grand tomb, relocating Bai Shuyue’s remains.
Li Fan ruled for over seventy years, living until a hundred, then passed away.
Ruling without force, reducing taxes and labor, all citizens rembered his benevolent governance.
On the day of his demise, the nation wailed in mourning.
The Li Fan Imperial Tomb lay adjacent to Bai Shuyue’s.
At this mont, a figure quietly erged.
Floating in the air, gazing down at the two imperial tombs.
It was Bai Shuyue!
"Faan..."
Her expression was complex, yet seed as if she finally fulfilled a heartfelt wish.
Her gaze gradually steadied.
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