Chapter 98: The Civilization Warship (3)

When they looked at the content in this jade slip, they discovered that it directly entered their minds and displayed in a way they could understand. It meant ‘mao xian, zhong wen, wang’—in other words, even those who could not recognize big characters could instinctively follow the instructions above for basic cultivation.

All-people cultivation meant the resources needed were massive. Not to mention whether the current Great Han could hold up, even if they could, they would have to put out all their foundations. Now the Great Han’s foundations were concentrated in the hands of the aristocratic families. For them to put them out, the benefits had not been too great—how could that be!

Sun Meng was indeed a peerless fighter in individual combat. He could slaughter all those who stood up to oppose him. But what about those who did not stand up?

The aristocratic families loved to bet on odds; there was always some chance they would survive, adapt to the new rules, and grow and develop again. By that time, would Sun Meng still be there to face these aristocratic groups whose strength had advanced further?

“I know what you are worried about. I have arrays and the seeds of spiritual objects here. As long as they form, they can bring the spiritual energy back to its peak state. As for advancing further, that is up to you, but I do not think this will put much pressure on you,” Sun Meng said.

This world was in a very strange state. The world’s upper limits were divided into two parts: one was the upper limit of will, the other the upper limit of spiritual energy. The former’s upper limit was half a step into the third rank, while the latter was at the late stage of the second rank, almost about to collapse.

In other words, a person’s will in this world, when fully unleashed, could temporarily reach half-step third-rank strength, but once that time passed, at most it would be mid-stage second rank.

He also sensed that the mountains and rivers of this world contained latent spiritual veins, but they were like sealed off, able only to be released gradually to the outside through the absorption and transformation by plants and animals.

“What you must do is spread my fame within your circles. In ten days, I want to become famous across the land,” Sun Meng said.

“Why not go directly to the imperial palace? Meet the emperor, display your strength—what could be faster than this to become famous across the world?” Pang De said.

“This method is good, but I dislike trouble.” Sun Meng glanced at Pang De; he had probably guessed what the other was planning. A person who oppressed the emperor with strength would provide convenience to these aristocratic families, and even more so in the future for further advancement, regardless of success or failure.

Pang De took a step back, supported by the water mirror master beside him, and did not fall. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his face pale.

“Do not use your little schemes to speculate on my purpose, and do not probe me, or the consequences will not be what you want to see,” Sun Meng said coldly. With that, he hugged Yue Ying and flew away.

“What should we do? How should we proceed?” Huang Chengyan looked at the water mirror master and asked.

“Naturally, we do as I said. Do we have any room for resistance? Besides, I feel this may not be a bad thing for us. The previous Yellow Turban Rebellion—what of it? Did we not turn it into an asset just like before?” The water mirror master took a deep breath, but the tone of his voice lacked the confidence it had before.

“I am going to write letters to Ciming and the others. We will not need that long for ten days.” Here, his confidence returned.

After leaving the water mirror mountain villa, Sun Meng sensed around and found the closest person whose strength had reached mid-stage second rank.

A middle-aged man with half his hair white sighed, sending a doctor out of his house. This was the last renowned doctor in the city, but his son’s condition had not improved.

Was it only the last resort—marrying to celebrate?

The man thought about it, shook his head. Maybe he should go look nearby! He had heard that the Zhang family in Changsha had someone skilled in medicine; perhaps the other would be willing to act.

“Qi and blood deficiency, congenital cold qi invading the body. How could ordinary doctors possibly treat it?”

“Who!” The man turned, inner qi forming into arrows, ready to strike at any moment.

A man walked out from his home. “I can solve your son’s situation, but it requires you to do one thing for me.”

Although the man stood there calmly, Huang Zhong could feel that no matter how hard he tried, he could not hit the opponent. You know, his specialty was archery. Among the top martial artists in the world, in one-on-one combat he might not be the strongest, but when it came to archery, he was second, and no one dared claim first!

He withdrew his inner qi. Huang Zhong took a deep breath. “Who is the lord? Can you really save my son’s life?” There was some anticipation in his heart, hoping the young man before him would nod.

Sun Meng smiled faintly. “Do you not want to hear what I want you to do?”

Huang Zhong: “As long as you can save my son’s life, I am willing to go through fire and water!”

“No need for fire and water. I have a complete cultivation method here. I want you to deliver it to the warriors in the circle of your level within eight days. The requirements are not high.” As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a sleeping youth fell into his palm.

The inner qi on Sun Meng’s hand enveloped Huang Xu’s body, strands of white cold qi flew out, landing in Sun Meng’s hand and condensing into an ice-blue treasure bead.

Huang Xu’s face gradually turned ruddy, the somewhat shriveled muscles recovered to normal, and the meridians throughout his body became fully unblocked, even expanding a bit.

It could be said that if Huang Xu wanted to cultivate martial arts from now on, his talent would be top-class, with no bottlenecks before reaching late-stage second rank.

Sun Meng handed Huang Xu to Huang Zhong, along with a jade slip.

Huang Zhong immediately used his inner qi to check Huang Xu’s body, a smile blooming on his face.

“Thank you…” Huang Zhong raised his head but saw no trace of Sun Meng. Looking at the jade slip in his hand, the content within astonished him even more.

Eight days was more than sufficient for him.

A smile appeared on Huang Zhong’s face. Nothing was more worth celebrating than his son’s body returning to normal.

Sun Meng looked down at the mountain top. Three men dressed as daoists stood there.

“Seems you had foreseen my arrival.” Sun Meng looked at the three as they stepped down step by step.

“Daoist is Nan Hua.”

“Daoist is Yu Ji.”

“Daoist is Zuo Ci.”

“Greetings, Daoist friends!” repeated three times.

“Since you know I am looking for you, do you understand what I want you to do?” Sun Meng looked curiously at the three. Their strength had reached late-stage second rank, yet they had sealed off the path ahead.

He guessed that the three must have noticed the world’s situation and chosen to blend into some heavenly laws; he wanted to know their upper limits.

“Daoist friend is joking. You come from beyond the heavens, your strength has reached the limit of heaven and earth. How could we know what you want us to do? We are merely noticing a matter related to ourselves with great merits, so we are waiting here.” Nan Hua said.

“What immortal gods do you seek?”

“To live as long as heaven and earth.” Nan Hua.

“Revered and protected by all the people, blessing them with grace.” Yu Ji.

“Free and easy within heaven and earth, acting according to the situation.” Zuo Ci.

Sun Meng nodded. “Since that is the case, I will give you this opportunity.” As he spoke, he gave them three jade slips and three spatial rings. “Arrange them according to the jade slips. In twenty days, what you seek will naturally come true.” After speaking, he flew away directly.

After Sun Meng left, the three exchanged glances and then each departed. The three of them combined were no match for Sun Meng, so they naturally chose to believe his words.

That evening, Liu Hong lay alone in bed, unable to sleep.

Today, Imperial Uncle Liu Yan had proposed establishing the state pastor system—that is, the highest official taking charge of both military and civil affairs. He also said the imperial clan descendants were trustworthy!

He truly did not know what that old man wanted to do!

The Yizhou pastor—probably to become a local emperor!

Thinking again about the ministers’ reactions, Liu Hong felt a tightness in his chest and hurriedly sat up, holding the bedside as he coughed.

He covered his mouth; a mouthful of blood fell onto his hand.

“Your Majesty!” The eunuch beside him hurriedly leaned in, carefully handing over a handkerchief.

Liu Hong wiped his hand, then took water to rinse his mouth. “This matter must not be spoken of.” As he said, he tossed the cup to the eunuch.

Clang! The cup fell to the ground.

A flash of surprise crossed Liu Hong’s eyes. He slowly raised his head and saw a young man smiling as he looked at himself.