Chapter 511: Transformed into a Dragon

King Xiang has only one skill, and that is being invincible. Wang Yansheng has never seen such a person. He does not rely on magical powers, nor does he cultivate his magic power. He only trains his own qi, blood, tendons and bones.

And the effect of being invincible is to break the limit of the physical body. Every bloody battle and every day of training will push the body to a higher level. When Xiang Wang was first recruited, he was just a warrior who was proficient in martial arts, and was knocked back several feet by a casual blow from a righteous immortal.

But when Wang Yansheng used system points to raise his upper limit, coupled with Xiang Yu's desperate fight, soon, low-level spells could no longer cause damage to his physique, and supernatural powers had no effect on him, and the magic power that entered his body was like a drop in the ocean.

Finally, one morning, Wang Yansheng saw Xiang Yu, with red eyes and dust on his face, striding towards him. He said, "I succeeded," and then threw the immortal in his hand in front of Wang Yansheng.

It was on that day that Wang Yansheng finally saw a turning point in his life, and he finally stopped lying dormant and followed the right path.

He had seen King Xiang fighting with the righteous immortals, where he used his physical body to resist the power of magic weapons. The cultivators' spells, such as true fire and evil wind, were dispersed by his shout. He used his heaviest punches and fastest speed to beat a group of immortals, making them flee in panic.

Gradually, Wang Yansheng began to have a say and the confidence to take a seat. No matter where this confidence came from, he was no longer a puppet at the mercy of others.

After that, there were countless swords and sabers, and even if that group of immortals lost their face and set up an ambush, they still allowed Wang Yansheng to cross over by force. Things became simple after that.

Where there are people, there are interests. Where there are interests, there are divisions of camps. Wang Yansheng is not a dull person. He forms alliances, divides and disintegrates, pulls some people to beat some, kills some to make room, and arranges his own people. Relying on the dragon energy in his body, he gradually erodes the power of the righteous, eliminates the authority of the Xuanmen, and finally takes back his own power. After all, the Emperor Dajing's surname is Zhang!

The righteous Xuanmen finally tasted the backlash. They watched Wang Yansheng grow from a mere puppet to a powerful person, and their various calculations were dissolved one by one by the luck derived from the dragon energy in his body. They once again experienced the feeling that when the law of cause and effect has not disappeared, supernatural powers cannot defeat destiny.

In desperation, Zhengdao had to give in half a step and reached a preliminary agreement with Wang Yansheng, obeying orders but not announcements. Wang Yansheng knew that he could not force him too much, so he allowed him to retain the last bit of face.

Afterwards, Daming and Dajing officially went to war. The tug-of-war lasted for a year. You took two of my towns, and I took 30% of yours. The cities along the Yellow River changed hands several times. The people in the city were accustomed to the changing of people above their heads, and they always had two large flags. Today it was Daming's turn, so they hoisted the black dragon flag, and tomorrow it was Dajing's turn, so they hoisted the cloud-patterned red dragon flag. Everyone had two faces.

The war was fought with logistics, resources and national destiny. Countless supplies were transported to the front line and consumed in an instant. Problems of varying sizes continued to arise in the rear of the two countries, and special personnel were sent to resolve them. The war was then put on pause, and only after the problems were resolved would the war begin again.

The two sides seemed to have an inexplicable tacit understanding, but others could not see or explain this tacit understanding, but they could feel something was wrong. As some disobedient immortals from the righteous path on Dajing's side were sent to the front line and then attacked and killed on the spot by the Ming Dynasty's law-breaking gods, Xuanmen gradually came to their senses.

However, Wang Yansheng entrusted all matters to others and practiced in seclusion. When he came out, the righteous people could not say a word of blame at all when they saw his celestial demeanor and profound cultivation.

The small shrimp that was originally carried away by the righteous path, finally took advantage of the opportunity and jumped over the dragon gate of the country and became a dragon. At that moment, Wang Yansheng was the real dragon that carried away the righteous path and stirred up the situation. His offense and defense changed!
“The magic-breaking general who specializes in breaking the magic of immortals and protecting the body with clear light is already difficult to deal with. Add to that the equipment developed by the Ming Dynasty and the elite soldiers today, and it will be difficult to defeat the enemy!” Wang Yansheng frowned. He knew well about the so-called method of training soldiers. It was nothing more than loyalty bought with money and resources, supplemented by regular ideological education. Those soldiers were like fanatical followers of the Ming emperor, fighting to the death.

He even knew that the Ming army not only had war supervisors, but also had a chief officer who was responsible for adjusting the thoughts of the soldiers. In addition, the Ming Dynasty had no taboos and built spiritual towers in various places. This spiritual tower was actually a brainwashing device with superimposed ideological stamps. Although it could not change people's hearts, it could subtly strengthen the people of the Ming Dynasty's sense of identity with the Ming Dynasty like a spring breeze and rain.

As for how he knew it, it was naturally Zhang Wuji who tipped off. The two countries fought fiercely, with countless casualties, but the masters often communicated with each other and exchanged various information. Even the series of methods against the righteous path were all thought up by Wang Yansheng after hearing advice from Zhang Wuji.

"One step slow, every step slow. The Ming Dynasty is strong, but I only have a bunch of useless teammates who are a drag at critical moments. It's too difficult. It's too difficult for me."

Wang Yansheng sighed in his heart. The numerous cultivators ensured the top advantage. The powerful top-level combat force was enough to deal with the Ming Dynasty's repeated attacks, but becoming the righteous path would also lead to defeat.

Although they are highly skilled in Taoism and have long lifespans, on the other hand, they are conservative and inflexible. Wang Yansheng also has a lot of technology that can be used, but if he wants to use it, these immortals will be the first to object.

They uphold the righteous path, speak of the world and keep silent about the people, but in their hearts they put themselves high above others. The people they care about are the people begging for food at their feet. They want the people to live, but they don't let them live comfortably. Otherwise, how can the power of the immortals be shown? Just as if the people can eat warmly and sleep well, without worries and suffering, who will go to the Taoist temple to pay homage to the immortals, and who will go to the temple to burn fingers to worship the Buddha? If everyone is happy, peaceful, and free, how can the immortals show their benevolence and righteousness and save the people from fire and water?

One wrong move can lead to a complete loss of the whole game. In the past, Wang Yansheng was unable to do so. He was bound by the righteousness and could not implement various drastic reforms. He could only make superficial changes. Now that he has gained power, the situation is too bad to be reversed. How can he compare with the Ming Dynasty, which is changing with each passing day and developing rapidly?

Therefore, the war must be started, the sooner the better. If it is too late, Wang Yansheng is afraid that all the morale he has accumulated will be crushed by the technologically advanced Ming Dynasty.

"Don't compete with others, don't fight with others, focus on developing yourself, accumulate advantages, and when the advantages roll like a snowball and become strong enough, no one can stop you. This is probably the culmination of military strategy, using the big to suppress the small, using the strong to overpower the weak, and crushing the upright with an upright momentum."

He thought in his heart that the so-called military tactics, the greatest battles throughout history, were all about defeating the majority with the minority and suppressing the normal with the surprise. However, if one could make oneself infinitely powerful and become the one in the majority, then any military tactics would be of no use.

Wang Yansheng glanced behind him and saw the righteous masters, all of whom had an immortal look. They were the ones who tried their best to prevent the start of the war, saying that they should take a break to recuperate. The Ming Dynasty's laws were not righteous, and its systems were not effective. It was eager for quick success and instant benefits, and would only wait until the Ming Dynasty reached its peak and then join forces with the righteous monks to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.

"What's the point of fighting? You just want others to take the lead so that you can reap the benefits. You have really cultivated yourself into a dog's stomach. How come one person of the righteous path is a dragon, but when they gather together, they become pigs."

He cursed inwardly, looked at the enemy's fierce attack, and said to Han Xin: "Use all your hidden cards. In this battle, if we don't succeed, we will die!"

(End of this chapter)