Wu Pifu's mouth watered with greed!
Zong Ze diligently executed his orders, not only commanding tens of thousands to search the battlefield, distinguishing bit by bit whether the flesh was human or that of the Pig Demon, but he even personally took command, fearing that someone might greedily take some of this Pig Demon meat, bones, and organs.
Although there were rumors in the world that the flesh of demons could heal diseases, strengthen the body, and even grant longevity to mortals, those were ultimately just rumors.
The Wild Boar Giant Demon was a terrifying creature, and the entire Bianliang City’s military and civilians had witnessed it firsthand.
Moreover, during its final frenzy, most of the Jin people had mutated, with bone spurs protruding from their bodies—these were all real occurrences.
Thus, Zong Ze worried that someone might consume this demon meat and trigger demonic mutations, and the soldiers and civilians searching the battlefield shared similar fears and concerns.
In the end, all the conspicuous, identifiable, and recoverable Pig Demon meat, bones, organs, and the like were collected together, neatly arranged alongside the enormous pig head.
This truly satisfied Wu Pifu immensely.
The enormous pig head alone weighed at least ten tons, and the internal organs also weighed around ten tons.
The scattered chunks of flesh and bones added up to even more, with bones weighing about twenty tons and blood and flesh around fifteen tons.
All together, this amounted to nearly sixty tons in total!
Setting aside the bones, the edible meat and internal organs alone weighed at least thirty tons!
Moreover, this was not just any thirty tons of pork; this was the flesh of a Great Demon with over three hundred years of cultivation.
Its blood and flesh effects, while perhaps not comparable to the most top-tier heavenly treasures, were certainly far superior to something like a hundred-year-old ginseng.
Just this Pig Demon meat and internal organs, along with the bones that could be used to make broth, were absolutely enough for him to cultivate his Human Immortal Martial Path to the peak of flesh refinement, and there would still be more to store away for gradual consumption, continuously enhancing his physical potential!
Wu Pifu was exceedingly excited as he began to dissect the Wild Boar head.
Although it was Pig Demon flesh, once the Pig Demon died, this flesh would rot over time.
He had already slept for a day and a night, and at this moment, he naturally could not afford to be negligent.
He needed to decompose the Pig Demon flesh as quickly as possible and then send it back to Gaia for proper freezing.
While he was dissecting the Wild Boar head, Zong Ze arrived at this bloody scene with that small-eyed general and several other commanders.
The stench of blood spread across the street, but Zong Ze showed no fear, even ignoring the blood-soaked ground.
As he approached, he saw Wu Pifu busy cutting the flesh, his eyes filled with unprecedented light and hope.
Zong Ze first bowed respectfully from a distance.
Wu Pifu, without raising his head, said, “Thank you. So much Pig Demon flesh is even more than I expected.”
Zong Ze smiled and replied, “It is unworthy of the Immortal’s praise.”
“What Immortal? I’m just a common martial man,” Wu Pifu laughed heartily. “The Immortal is my ancestor, not me.”
Zong Ze, however, spoke earnestly, “Your great righteousness is not something a common martial man should possess. If it were not for the Immortal, the Divine Land would have perished!”
Wu Pifu chuckled, thinking of the future Southern Song’s precarious position until Genghis Khan rose to power, ultimately leading to the sinking of the Divine Land, only for a person known as Hongwu to emerge, giving rise to the grand Ming Dynasty.
But naturally, he did not need to share this with Zong Ze.
He continued to dissect the pig head, extracting its brain and flesh, while asking Zong Ze, “So, what brings you to me?”
Zong Ze clasped his hands, and several eunuchs quickly approached from a distance.
Wu Pifu waved his hand, saying, “No need for this. I’m already annoyed by the Zhao Song royal family’s matters. Just tell me directly what’s going on.”
The eunuchs looked bewildered but dared not speak, while the commanders surrounding Zong Ze all showed expressions of joy.
Zong Ze then spoke seriously, “The Emperor has conferred upon you the title of National Master of the State, a superior rank, hereditary and unchanging, with imperial gifts…”
“Stop.”
Wu Pifu interrupted impatiently, “I accept the title, and I’ll take the gifts. But let me ask you, if I kill the foolish Emperor Zhao Ji, what will his son Zhao Huan say?”
Zong Ze maintained a solemn expression, “The late Emperor was cruel and tyrannical, incompetent and foolish, and has already been given a temple name by the court: Song Hunzong.”
“Song Hunzong? Hahaha.”
Wu Pifu laughed heartily, then coldly said, “Pah! Such a dog of a person is worthy of being buried with the title of Emperor? Tell Zhao Huan that I acknowledge him as a son offering sacrifices to his father, but Zhao Ji cannot be buried as an Emperor, nor can he enter the historical records as one. The historical records must clearly state his numerous crimes, that he used his own children as thieves and prostitutes to sacrifice to that Golden Army, and that he committed unspeakable atrocities through human sacrifices… Let’s leave it at that for now.”
Zong Ze was left dumbfounded, not just him, but everyone present was equally astonished.
This was a complete overturning of everything!
Their worldview was undergoing intense upheaval.
Zhao Ji was an Emperor!
You might kill an Emperor in the street, but afterward, whether it was the court or the current Emperor, they would all cover for you, officially acknowledging the title of “fool.” Now you actually want to turn the table and ride on my face, right?
Wu Pifu, however, paid no mind, continuing to focus on dissecting the meat, saying, “I’m serious; I’m not joking with any of you. If this matter isn’t settled, if it’s not clearly written in the historical records, and you still want to play the game of treacherous ministers and cover for the higher-ups, then I will truly turn the table.”
“I will kill Zhao Huan, I will kill all the ministers involved in opposition, along with their factions, their subordinates, and their backers. If their families also oppose, for example, if an elder brother in the historical office refuses to write, and his younger brother comes and also refuses to write, then I will kill them all.”
Wu Pifu paused his actions, standing up to look directly at Zong Ze, saying, “My parents, my civilization, everything has taught me that good people and heroes should be praised and remembered through the ages, while bad people and villains should be trampled and left with a stench for eternity. I do not wish for years after I am gone, or after many years have passed, for a scholar to sing praises for such evil people, looking down upon those who should be national heroes, saying they should be removed from textbooks, saying they are not national heroes!”
After speaking, Wu Pifu cast a meaningful glance at the small-eyed general.
Zong Ze remained silent.
Wu Pifu did not care, turning back to continue his work.
After a long silence, Zong Ze suddenly sighed, “Sir, your fierce resolve may become a thorn in the eyes of all the civil and military officials, even in the eyes of the current Emperor. They will not let this go easily…”
“It doesn’t matter!”
Wu Pifu laughed heartily.
Not to mention that he was a maintenance personnel from Gaia, in this world, from now on, he only needed to stay for one day each month.
Even if he were to become enemies with the whole world, so what?
Even if it were truly so, he would dare to be a common man in anger, spilling blood for five steps!
This was his intent, realized during the battle with the Wild Boar Giant Demon, in that final moment witnessing the Song people united, military and civilians coming together.
“I am just a common man.”
Wu Pifu laughed, pointing at Zong Ze, “Are you planning to debate righteousness with a common man? Or do all the civil and military officials plan to come and debate with me?”
“Sorry, just as you cannot speak of so-called etiquette with the barbaric Jin people, who would only kill your men, seize your women, and strip your Emperor to kneel, performing that sheep-leading ceremony, I…”
Wu Pifu clenched his fist, a loud crack resounding on the Wild Boar Demon’s skull.
He raised his fist and declared, “I will use this fist to ask them who is right. If they have the guts, they can fully display their gentlemanly spirit, bringing their entire family to the battlefield, and come see if I will show mercy.”
Zong Ze said nothing, but the commanders beside him were all stirred, feeling their blood boil.
Although they found it awkward, Wu Pifu was presenting another path of lord and minister, which seemed to be a great way…
After a long while, Zong Ze smiled bitterly, clasping his hands, “I will report this to the Emperor…”
Wu Pifu waved his hand, “Go on, go on.”
Zong Ze smiled bitterly again, “There are many other matters, Sir, are you familiar with Zhao Gou?”
Wu Pifu was taken aback, thinking for a long time before roughly understanding the situation.
Zhao Gou probably wouldn’t be able to become the founding Emperor of the Southern Song.
With Bianliang restored, Zhao Huan had both righteousness and an army; Zhao Gou could not claim the throne in the south no matter what.
However, there was no doubt that Zhao Gou had formed a significant threat to his imperial power.
The two sides were now in a life-and-death struggle, or rather, barring any accidents, Zhao Gou was doomed.
Wu Pifu looked down on Zhao Ji, Zhao Huan, and Zhao Gou, even feeling a deep-seated disgust.
However, relatively speaking, Zhao Gou was slightly better than his father and brother, only slightly.
At his core, he was still a scum and coward.
But…
“Zhao Gou can come back to assist the current Emperor, right? Brothers united can cut gold, can’t they?” Wu Pifu said with a sly smile.
Zong Ze’s eyes sparkled, re-evaluating Wu Pifu, and then he laughed heartily, “I will definitely report this to the Emperor…”
Wu Pifu then looked at Zong Ze, saying, “By the way, what is your official position now? You’re not going to be thrown into prison when you return, are you?”
Zong Ze smiled, “As long as you live a long life, I, Zong Ze, will surely see things through to the end… Currently, I am the Chief of Military Affairs.”
Wu Pifu vaguely remembered that this seemed to be an official title from the Song Dynasty, but he was unsure of its exact rank.
However, since Zong Ze was still in office, it proved he would not be in trouble, and he would not let this person who crossed the river three times die just like that.
Indeed, he said it.
He was not one of those brainless female-centric thinkers.
How could he, with a weapon in hand and being a modern person, still bow down to imperial power?
It all came down to one thing: whoever has the biggest fist gets to decide!
Now that his fist was the biggest, everyone in the court and the Emperor had to listen carefully to his words!
Behind him were five hundred thousand iron cavalry, and you dare tell me that the false Emperor wants me to commit suicide!?
What kind of reasoning is that in this world?
I am just a common man; who the hell is going to talk about lord and minister righteousness with you?
Zong Ze clasped his hands again, “Then I will return to report to the Emperor and the officials… Before I leave, I have one last question, this is a private inquiry. May I ask, what about the Jin people and the Jin Dynasty?”
“What else can be done?”
Wu Pifu stood up, turned back, revealing a resolute and brutal smile.
“Naturally, we must eradicate evil to the fullest!”
(End of Chapter)