History Has Fallen Ill

Chapter 61: Divine Era Bloodline, Big Shot Jiang Yan!

"Damn it!"

Such a bloody scene left many soldiers furious, their eyes burning with indignation as they gripped their weapons tightly.

That insignificant White Sakura dared commit such insane atrocities on the land of Tianxia?

Zhao Yan’s gaze turned icy cold, and with a casual wave of her hand—

‘Sun-Chasing Bird!’

With a sharp cry of a bird, golden light surged, steaming the blood pool, transforming it into wisps of blood qi that merged into the children's bodies.

Crack, crack, crack!

The nails and ropes binding them all turned to ash. Then, carried by an invisible force, the children floated over, each embraced by a soldier.

One soldier exclaimed excitedly, "There’s still life in them!"

"Their three souls and seven spirits are intact, but their vital blood is nearly dried up. I just replenished a bit with the blood pool—send them to the Heavenly Medical Department for emergency treatment immediately."

"All personnel of Divine Sakura Bio—lock them all in the Black Prison."

"Freeze all assets related to Divine Sakura Bio, shut down every laboratory within the territory, and issue warrants for all external personnel. Notify the White Sakura royal family—they better give us an explanation. Otherwise, the future personal safety of White Sakura’s Transcendents will no longer be guaranteed."

Zhao Yan issued her orders swiftly and decisively.

Jiang Yan watched this scene with envy.

The Bureau of Historical Revision in big cities really had clout—demanding an explanation from foreign powers at the drop of a hat.

Unlike their Pan’an County branch—only seven members in total. Two had been loaned out by headquarters for hard labor, leaving only the old, the sick, the weak, and one Tech‑Tired Bro behind.

The Ming-era zombie Zhao Yinman, the boastful Ba Lie who picked fights everywhere, the legally loli Yin Yiyi, and his own sick self.

At this moment, the voice of Kurokawa Sōsuke rang out: "I did all of this. It was my greed—I wanted to use a blood sacrifice to boost my strength. It has nothing to do with the Kurokawa Family."

He looked dejected, as if ready to accept the consequences of his gamble.

"Trying to shoulder everything alone for the sake of your family’s peace? What a pity—you’re not worthy. But that wish for a family reunion… that I can grant."

Zhao Yan sneered, "The Kurokawa family head, if I remember correctly, is Kurokawa Ryuuji, right? An old middle-stage Ancient Talisman practitioner on the verge of death, still so eager to stir up trouble? Then let’s put him in the Tai‑bai Record—let him jump around a little more before the end."

Upon hearing this, Kurokawa Sōsuke’s face changed drastically, and he shouted, attempting to appear fierce while clearly frightened, "No, you can’t do this! Our family head is a high noble appointed by the Emperor himself, a branch of the Fujiwara clan, with noble Divine Era bloodline flowing in his veins. This is a declaration of war against White Sakura!"

The reason for his extreme reaction was simple—Tai‑bai was known for slaughter. Its function was akin to a foreign inquisition court.

No—far worse than that.

It meant a death hunt by the Bureau of Historical Revision—until one side perished!

Without the Ancient Talisman, the Kurokawa Family would become a juicy piece of meat. The other White Sakura families would soon hunt them down, and once caught—

A fate worse than death!

"Idiot. You think too highly of yourselves."

Zhao Yan let out a mocking snort. Would White Sakura really tear up relations with the Tianxia Alliance over a dying Ancient Talisman?

Even those above the Ancient Talisman, those Heavenly Officials who mastered the “Law,” wouldn’t be able to do anything.

As for the so-called Divine Era bloodline—what a joke. It merely meant they’d become the slaves of those twisted White Sakura gods, mere anchor points in the real world—and they still took that as a badge of honor?

Truly ridiculous.

Honestly, if not for the need to form a united front against the historical mutations of the Historical Long River, even knowing that White Sakura might be colluding with monsters, they wouldn’t bother intervening.

Let the White Sakura commoners suffer.

If White Sakura were completely destroyed, the mutated beings within would flood into the real world, establishing a demonic nation on earth, increasing the burden on the Bureau of Historical Revision.

Otherwise, many of the old-timers in the Bureau had long wanted to settle the score for White Sakura's previous betrayal of Tianxia.

Slaughtering a few provinces and stopping there?

That was mercy.

Back then, it was only because of White Sakura’s Sacred Treasures and the interventions of their gods that those nobles and royals weren’t wiped out entirely.

In recent years, White Sakura had been acting cautiously, terrified that the Tianxia Alliance might find an excuse to punch them a few more times.

Now that they handed over a weakness on a silver platter… White Sakura had to bleed.

Zhao Yan sneered coldly and said, "I’ll interrogate you personally later to find out what exactly you were trying to do. Of course, feel free to keep being stubborn. I’m also curious whether those old bones of yours can survive Iron Thorn Mountain? Or the Sea of Karma Fire?"

Kurokawa Sōsuke’s face filled with despair.

After speaking, Zhao Yan glanced around and mused, "This space seems to have been opened and stabilized with some kind of treasure. But now that the spatial structure is collapsing, that treasure is nowhere to be seen..."

"Um..."

Jiang Yan gave a light cough after hearing this and was about to speak, but Zhao Yan cut him off.

She suddenly burst into laughter, holding her stomach. "Haha, little boys are always amusing. I know you took it. You also killed Kurokawa Ryuuji."

Jiang Yan slowly made a "?" gesture.

After laughing for a while, Zhao Yan said, "Don’t worry. You completed the mission. As long as it’s not a designated mission item or related to ancient entities or suspected of spreading contamination, the Bureau of Historical Revision generally recognizes it as the individual's war trophy. No need to turn it in—this is an unspoken rule."

"Your talent is strong, but what I admire more is that you’re not arrogant like some so-called geniuses who charge in blindly. You know how to leverage our strength, act steadily and meticulously. Remember, the Bureau of Historical Revision will always be your strongest support!"

"I’ll take my leave now. Next time we meet, you’ll probably have to call me Ancient Talisman True Person!"

Zhao Yan patted Jiang Yan’s shoulder, then left with Kurokawa Sōsuke, transforming into a streak of golden rainbow light.

"Are all practitioners of the Great Sun Technique always this fiery and impulsive?"

Jiang Yan remarked sarcastically. Beside him, Zhao Yinman wore a cool expression that said, "I’m just a zombie, don’t ask me."

Though he also wanted to return soon and examine the treasure he just acquired, he was the one who ordered the building sealed off—he had to take responsibility for wrapping things up.

Very soon, Kurokawa Seki and the others were fitted with handcuffs and shackles specially designed for Transcendents, ready to be transferred to the Transcendents’ prison—Black Prison.

Especially Kurokawa Seki, who half an hour ago was still a noble princess admired by all, had now fallen into the mud and become a prisoner.

Her family was also facing annihilation.

The transformation had happened so fast that she felt disoriented.

Before leaving, she took a long, complex look at Jiang Yan.

In the blink of an eye, it was already 9 p.m.

"Finally over!"

Xu Xiaoman finished her overtime shift, stretched lazily, and Big Man nodded beside her. Then, together with a few female colleagues, she walked back to their rented apartment not far from the company.

As they walked, they chatted—starting with cosmetics, then complaining about exploitative capitalists, and eventually gossiping about Jiang Yan.

"Work used to be boring, but at least I could feast my eyes on a handsome guy. I even shipped him with Xiao He from the neighboring team. Now it’s all gone."

"Isn’t Xiao He a guy? You fujoshi, scram!"

"Do you think Jiang Yan switched jobs because of the salary?"

"Very likely. Judging by how hard he worked overtime, his family background probably isn’t that good. At his current salary, even after ten years of saving and cutting everyday expenses, he might not have enough for a down payment on a place in the outskirts of Hangzhou."

"Sigh, being handsome is nice, but it doesn’t pay the bills. I still want to live a rich person’s life—even if it means tolerating some ugliness."

"Who says being handsome doesn’t pay? If Jiang Yan became an internet celebrity, I bet a bunch of rich women would throw money at him. That’s when they’d have their chance."

"You’re so dirty!"

As they gossiped, Xu Xiaoman remained thoughtful and didn’t mention that she had seen Jiang Yan earlier that day.

Speaking of rich women, she thought of Zhao Yinman beside Jiang Yan.

Judging from her aura... she seemed like a refined young lady from a wealthy family.

Could it be that Jiang Yan was preparing to marry into her family?

As they talked, they happened to pass by Divine Sakura Bio. The military blockade was still in place, cordons had been set up.

In the internet era, even the smallest disturbance could cause a sensation.

Let alone a famous company like Divine Sakura Bio—a dream workplace for many. Especially since the company president was a great beauty and a noblewoman of the White Sakura family.

It all added to the mystery.

The moment something went wrong, it was like a torpedo thrown into a still pond—the news spread to every company.

A short-haired female colleague beside Xu Xiaoman stood on tiptoe and peeked curiously. "Even if it’s tax evasion, that should be handled by the tax bureau, right? Why the military blockade? Could it be espionage?"

In the afternoon, the glass on the top floor of Divine Sakura Bio had shattered, fueling speculation. Had there been intense fighting inside?

But the rumors were quickly refuted. The official statement said it was a structural flaw in the building—a coincidence.

Another female colleague said with heartfelt concern, "Who knows? Best not to get involved in troublesome matters like this. If we get dragged in for tea, that’d be a real problem. We still have work tomorrow."

Everyone nodded in agreement. Just as they were about to leave, they saw a group of soldiers lining up and saluting.

As Tianxia citizens who loved gossip their whole lives, the group of female colleagues naturally couldn't resist. They stood on tiptoe to get a better look.

But the distance was too far, and with so many soldiers in the way, they couldn’t see clearly.

They could only make out a single figure shaking hands with the leading officer, then getting into a Maybach.

"That must be a big shot!"

They sighed in admiration, but had no desire to cause trouble, and walked toward the crosswalk to wait at the traffic light.

At that moment, the Maybach happened to turn out from the inner road. The rear left window was rolled halfway down for ventilation.

Inside, they saw a young girl dressed in Ming-style Hanfu, stunningly beautiful. Next to her was a blurry silhouette.

That was probably the big shot from earlier.

"She’s so pretty. Is she from the Heavenly Capital?"

The group admired her beauty and wealth with envy, but didn’t notice that Xu Xiaoman had already frozen in place.

Because that was exactly the same person she had seen today beside Jiang Yan...

That colleague?

Zhao Yinman also sensed the gaze at this moment. When she saw it was one of Jiang Yan’s former colleagues, she slightly nodded in greeting.

The first lesson of being a modern zombie—be polite!

"It really is her!"

Xu Xiaoman’s eyes widened. Zhao Yinman was here, and though the figure beside her wasn’t clearly visible, his build looked just like Jiang Yan’s.

Could it be that the big shot from earlier was...

"Xiaoman, the light’s green—why are you still spacing out? Hurry up!"

The shout from her colleague pulled her out of her shock.

She looked at the Maybach already disappearing into the distance, took a deep breath, and felt her heart pounding in her chest, throbbing so hard it hurt her eardrums.

"It’s happening!"

She replied, quickened her pace to catch up, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. It seemed she had just discovered a...

Heaven-shaking secret!