Chapter Forty-Seven: My Lord of Corruption Can't Possibly Be This Proper

On the screen, inside Cao’s camp, Grand Minister Wang Lang and Guo Huai sat on either side of the tent, with Commander Cao Zhen seated in the place of honor.

In the large tent, Commander Cao Zhen held a letter and addressed Grand Minister Wang Lang.

“Zhuge Liang has sent a challenge. He invites us to battle tomorrow. What strategy shall we employ?”

Wang Lang turned to Cao Zhen and spoke slowly. “Zhuge Liang must not be underestimated. If we argue orthodoxy with him, we will surely lose. He is the Prime Minister of Shu and already holds a noble title—such things no longer entice him. To force the Shu army to retreat and bring them to ruin, I must go myself and with a few words, drive them back.”

“General Guo,” Wang Lang continued, “I know what you would say—that it’s impossible to rout the enemy with mere words. Hahaha!”

The scene shifted.

Before the armies, Wang Lang cupped his hands and called out, “Is it Zhuge Kongming who has come?”

“It is I,” came the calm reply.

Outside the screen, Li Hua watched with a conflicted expression as the opening scenes unfolded without a single vulgar word from Wang Lang.

How could this be so formal?

No, no! My Wicked King of Filth could never be so proper—surely the vulgarity comes later. Yes, that must be it.

At this moment, it wasn’t just Li Hua who was surprised. Many of the new viewers also felt an odd sense of dissonance.

My Wang Lang could never be so normal.

Don’t try to fool me with the original novel!

Wait, what was the original version again?

For the one hundred and first time:

“He who follows Heaven prospers, he who defies Heaven perishes. Now, our great Wei commands a million armored men—all empty threats.

Sacred in literature, mighty in arms, inheriting the mandate, favored by Heaven and man, following in the steps of sage kings—mere lines to hoodwink the people.

Today, before these ranks, let us abandon empty rhetoric. No discussion of legitimacy, no talk of the people’s plight or national affairs.

I have long heard of Kongming’s discernment, so I have but one question that remains unclear.”

At this, Li Hua couldn’t help but smirk. If we’re not going to talk about those things, what’s left to discuss?

“Recall the past: under Emperors Huan and Ling, the Han was in decline, famine was rampant, corpses littered the land, and the Yellow Turban Rebellion rose. Eunuchs seized power, relatives meddled in politics, Dong Zhuo committed treason.

The nation was in peril, flames of war rising everywhere, warlords carving up the land for personal gain. Only one man welcomed the emperor, raised an army, and sought to restore the Han from its ashes. He spent his fortune, recruited militias, and with a lone force suppressed Dong Zhuo and defeated the Yellow Turbans.”

The video had barely begun and the comment section was already exploding—waves of witty remarks threatened to flood the entire screen. Especially with that stirring rhythm and those punchy four-character phrases, it instantly gave off an air of grandeur. This was, without a doubt, the most unique parody video on Stardust Platform.

“666, a perfect score for historical accuracy.”

“Wang Lang is talking about Cao Cao, isn’t he?”

“The speed of speech is godlike!”

“My mom asked me why my idioms are so smooth.”

On screen, when Wang Lang finished, Zhuge Kongming, who had been silent, finally countered.

“You speak of Cao Cao? Merely a traitor, nothing worth mentioning.

Back in the days of Emperors Huan and Ling, Dong Zhuo and Li Guo came one after another, and the imperial family was reduced to wandering the streets.

Water can take many forms, as can armies. I thought the clouds had parted and the sun would shine, but instead I find yet another band of traitors and villains!

He proclaimed himself prime minister, usurped the emperor’s authority! Who could surpass Cao Cao in shamelessness?

Borrowing the Han name to hollow out the royal house—such a man deserves death at the hands of all under heaven!”

The brilliant exchange between Zhuge Kongming and Wang Lang immediately set off another storm in the comments. Never before had Stardust Platform seen such a spectacular, fact-laden parody video, and it was causing quite a stir.

Within just a few hours of being uploaded, the video’s comment count had already surpassed ten thousand, with thousands of tips given. Countless viewers found themselves unable to stop watching, furiously posting comments, causing the video’s stats to soar.

“Clear reasoning, dignified bearing, tight logic, and righteous spirit—truly forceful and confident! Yet, upon reflection, I am amazed to find that Kongming’s actions are remarkably similar to Cao Cao’s.”

Soon, the video reached its most climactic moment. When Wang Lang accused Zhuge Kongming of monopolizing power and launching the Northern Expeditions, making him no different from Cao Cao, Kongming finally erupted.

“Arrogant! Shameless old villain, with a honeyed tongue and a serpent’s heart, sowing discord and slandering with blood! Loyal and traitorous ministers, right and wrong—let history judge! But you, Grand Minister, dutifully recommend talents and promote the young, yet in the blink of an eye, the whole court is filled with your old associates and students!

And I heard that before this campaign, you even married into the Sima family. Colluding with traitors for power, plotting against Commander Cao Zhen! White-haired scoundrel, treacherous ministers plotting to usurp the throne, and you still dare yelp before my army!

A broken-backed cur, wagging your tongue and lips, wolfish at heart, doggish in conduct, a flatterer and sycophant—I have never seen such brazen shamelessness!”

At these words, chaos erupted within Cao’s ranks. Commander Cao Zhen demanded, “Grand Minister Wang, did you not conspire with Sima Yi, acting as his secret agent?”

Swords were drawn—Wang Lang fell dead.

After more than three minutes, the video ended, and a bold line of text slowly appeared on the screen:

“Please call me Pure-Hearted Little Angel!”

Many viewers, still excited after watching, flooded the screen with messages of support. In an instant, the words “Little Angel” were everywhere. As for Li Hua, who had watched the entire video with a complicated mood, he was left speechless.

Could anyone call this a bad video?

Of course not—it was nothing short of a masterpiece. Yet with this video’s release, it seemed the era of the “filth sect” was truly over.

Even Li Hua, who had always stood apart, began to doubt his earlier judgments. Could someone so knowledgeable and talented really be the Wicked King of Filth? Maybe this was all just Yuan Ning’s ploy to ruin his reputation.

Now that the creator himself had claimed to be a little angel, many overzealous fans immediately switched over to the “pure sect.”

Though disappointment was inevitable, Li Hua soon reaffirmed his resolve—surely the Wicked King of Filth had not yet recognized his true nature.

He would never abandon the filth sect. Li Hua was determined to gather the remaining filth fans—the Wicked King’s army must not perish!

Without delay, Li Hua entered several of his super filth fan groups. While the news was still fresh, he hurried to consult with the group leaders. At the very least, the admins and leaders couldn’t be allowed to defect so easily.

As long as some could be retained, then, with Li Hua and his fellow preachers spreading the word, the filth sect would surely rise again one day!

Thanks to book friend Big Eater Youyouzi for the 100-point tip—flowers! Also, since I couldn’t find a good place to cut, this chapter includes much of the original video content. Finally, please vote and add to your favorites—ahhh!