I Just Won't Play By The Book

"Wow, it actually looks pretty good."

In front of the bronze mirror, Jiang Beiran looked at the black emperor's robe on his body and praised in his heart.

It was different from the yellow dragon robe that Jiang Beiran had imagined. The emperor's robe of Sheng Kingdom was pure black in color, and on it was embroidered the mystic beast that Sheng Kingdom worshipped, White Bull.

According to legends, White Bull knew all the mystic beasts in the world and how to kill them. It was the true king of the mystic beasts, and the appearance of White Bull on the emperor's robe implied that the emperor was omniscient and omnipotent.

Of course, when cultivators heard such words, they would only smile disdainfully.

"How is it? Does it fit?" Yin Jianghong walked to Jiang Beiran's side and asked. As he spoke, he even helped Jiang Beiran to tidy up his clothes.

Perhaps it was because he had talked about his ideals and ambitions, Jiang Beiran felt that Yin Jianghong's attitude towards him had changed a little. It seemed like they were closer.

"Is he so sure that we are on the same side?' While Jiang Beiran was puzzled, he shook his wide sleeves and said, "Yes, it fits very well. I'm very satisfied with the workmanship."

"Sigh." Yin Jianghong waved his hand and said, "You have to start practice your majestic demeanor. Start acting like an emperor."

"I can't do it. I feel it's really rude to the masters, Cult Master Yin."

"No, you are the emperor. In the future, even if you meet those other cult masters, you have to act like a king and treat them as your subordinates. Don't worry, no one will dare to make things difficult for you."

Seeing that Yin Jianghong insisted, Jiang Beiran nodded and said, "I understand."

"Hahaha, that's more like it, Your Majesty." After saying that, Yin Jianghong looked at the eunuchs and palace maids who were kneeling on the ground and said, "These people were all serving Deng Bo before. Initially, they wanted to give you a new batch, but they thought that it might not be convenient for you to use a new batch, so they were kept here. If you feel uncomfortable, you can also go and recruit a new batch."

The group of palace maids and eunuchs immediately kowtowed to Jiang Beiran after hearing this. "I beg Your Majesty to show mercy. We will serve Your Majesty loyally and die for Your Majesty."

Jiang Beiran adjusted his slightly loose red belt after hearing this and smiled. "You've said the same thing to Deng Bo before, right?"

The eunuchs and servants were scared out of their wits after hearing this. They quickly kowtowed even harder, but they didn't dare to say a word because they knew that no matter how they explained it, it would be wrong.

"Alright, stop kowtowing. What I mean by saying this is to say fewer empty words and do more practical things."

"Yes, we will follow Your Majesty's instructions." After saying this, the group of people kowtowed again and again.

While the group of eunuchs and palace maids were kowtowing desperately, Yin Jianghong said, "Let's go. I'll bring you to visit other places."

After leaving the bedchamber, they walked on the road of the imperial palace that was carved with dragons and phoenixes. Jiang Beiran then asked, "Cult Master Yin, these people have lived in the palace for a long time. They must have more or less heard of what Deng Bo has done. Are you sure you want to keep them by my side?"

After hearing that, Yin Jianghong smiled slightly and replied, "That is exactly the reason why I want to keep them by your side."

"I understand…"

"Old Fox… you always speak mysteriously." Jiang Beiran cursed in his heart.

As they spoke, the two of them came to the front of a great hall. Jiang Beiran took a look and knew that this was a great hall with hip roof. There was a long ridge from the east to the west, and two slanted ridges at the front and back, this formed the roof of the five ridges and four slopes.

The ten eaves had stone statues of ten kinds of mystic beasts. It was very imposing.

In front of the hall, dozens of guards with long sabers at their waists knelt on the ground and shouted at Jiang Beiran, "Welcome to the new emperor's coronation. Long live the emperor! Long live the emperor!"

"Stand down." Knowing that Yin Jianghong still had something to say to him, Jiang Beiran made a gesture to the guards to drive them away.

"Yes." All the guards bowed to Jiang Beiran and then left on both sides.

"You have adapted quickly. You already have the composure of an emperor." Yin Jianghong nodded with satisfaction.

"Thank you for your praise, Cult Master Yin."

Turning to look at the palace, Yin Jianghong said, "This is the Flying Feather Palace. After the imperial examinations, those students will come here to conduct the palace examinations."

Looking at Yin Jianghong with surprise, Jiang Beiran said, "Cult Master Yin, you really know the palace well."

Yin Jianghong gave Jiang Beiran a mysterious smile and asked, "Guess why?"

"I can't guess," Jiang Beiran answered decisively.

"Boring." Yin Jianghong shook his head and looked at Flying Feather Palace, "Because I originally wanted to be the emperor."

"…"

Jiang Beiran was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Yin Jianghong to give such an answer.

Shaking his head, Yin Jianghong sighed, "Unfortunately, those righteous sect people won't give me a chance. Although they don't value the emperor, they know that they can't let me sit on the throne."

"Sigh… does it mean that I'm stuck in the middle?"

In Jiang Beiran's previous imagination, the social class of Sheng Kingdom was divided into three levels: cultivators, the Imperial Court, and the low-level commoners.

After Yin Jianghong founded the ‘demonic cults', the organizations that stood on the commoner's side, the social class was divided into four levels.

"But what can the Imperial Court do in the middle…?"

Jiang Beiran had never seen such a state before, and he had no experience to draw on. He could only take it one step at a time in the future.

"Let's go in and take a look."

Yin Jianghong patted Jiang Beiran, who was deep in thought.

Walking into the Flying Feather Palace, Jiang Beiran glanced around and knew that there were at least 2,000 square meters inside. There were almost 100 coiling dragon pillars in gold paint supporting this huge building.